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"I never knew you played sports, Dad."

Photographs litter the ground around me. Sitting around the house bored on a Saturday afternoon, I'd felt suddenly the desire to sift through the corners of the house. I'd come across these old boxes of pictures and had started going through them. Smiling, posing people looked back at me as I try to find images or places that I recognized. This box must've been mainly filled with my Dad's high school photos, because I didn't recognize any of the people. Well, except one. There wasn't any mistaking my Dad in these. That fierce gaze, strong build and black fur. He must've been popular. The photo I hold in my paws is a wonderfully timed shot of him charging down field in a football game.

He turns his chair away from his computer sitting on the desk to face me. "Hm? Oh, yeah. For a little bit. Kind of surprising since I got more into computer work, huh? What picture are you looking at?"

I turn the picture towards him and he chuckles. "Oh, that. I remember that game. My brief time of glory."

I head tilt at him, encouraging him to continue. Sighing, his gaze goes distant as he remembers, smiling. "Your grandfather was spectacularly interested in me playing football in school. So I tried out. I was decent, I suppose. I made the team, but I wasn't a starter. The other guys were just too good. I didn't really mind, but I was on the bench pretty much the whole time. But one day the coach told me he was gonna put me in. My dad was ecstatic, totally bouncing off the walls."

"Why'd he choose you?" I ask.

Dad chuckles again. "Because the guy who normally played flunked four of his classes and wasn't going to be allowed to play until he fixed them."

I smile as well. A scenario straight out of Hollywood unfolding in my mind. Bench warmer, getting his big shot and showing everyone who the star really is. My Dad, pulling his team together for an astounding victory against their old school rivals. Add in a music score and plop it in theaters for generic summer movie viewing.

"Did you win?" I ask, my tail wagging slowly back and forth.

Dad laughs and shakes his head. "Ohhh, no. Not even close. We lost by about six to two. If I remember correctly, a pass from one of my teammates actually hit me in the face at one point."

"Aw. That sucks." I say, looking back down at the picture. The image is still impressive. You'd never guess that Dad hadn't been the hero by looking at it. Mid stride, his fur blowing back as he ran towards the goal. Dad just shrugs. "You wouldn't think that if you'd seen your grandfather. He was screaming and jumping like mad, cheering for just about anything I did. You'd think just standing out on the field was a major accomplishment. He even took the whole family out to dinner to celebrate, though my team had lost. He talked about it for years afterward, even though I didn't really get much play time after that."

"Hmm." I say, putting the photo down on the floor with the others. "Sounds cool. I wish I could have met him."

"Yeah, me too." Dad replies. "Why are you going through all these anyway?"

I pout a little. "I'm bored. There's nothing to do today." Dad just rolls his eyes and gives me a smirk. "Really?" He says, "Why don't you call up one of your friends or something?"

I could, I suppose. But I wanted to do something else. Something..specifically else. My gaze wanders over his body. In my minds eye I picture him as he was in the photograph; lean and fit from sports. That body brimming in young, strong muscle. I feel like giggling, I have butterflies in my stomach. Of course, he was still gorgeous now. More mature, and still strong just from being an active person, if not as much as a sports player. I must've been staring pretty ferociously because I'd hardly noticed that he'd just said something to me.

"Huh?" I ask.

Shaking his head he turns back to his computer. "I'm sorry, I've got work for a while yet. You should really go out. You haven't really been out with your friends or anything since...well, for a bit."

I brush some of my hair from my eyes, giving a raised eyebrow look to the back of his head. Since? Well, I'll finish that thought. Since we started having sex, Dad. But it's okay, I can understand why you're uncomfortable with acknowledging it out loud, even if it is just you and me here. A bold, new relationship where most of the rules are gone right out the window. And I guess I have been a little reclusive, as far as my social life goes. But it's only because I've been enjoying this so much.

I think...I need to give him something different. Build his confidence and comfort about how things are between us. I know he likes it and I chuckle mentally at the memories of our nights together.

Suddenly an idea. I smile slowly and walk out of my Dad's office where I'd been hanging out. This was going to be fun.

Going into my room, I dig through to the very back of my closet, moving my various boxes out of the way. Nope...nope...not there..ah! There we go. Here it is. I grab a small tote that has a few of my special outfits in it. Opening it up, I pull out the specific one I was looking for. I'd bought this online and worn it as a Halloween costume. Ah, I love that holiday. I get to wear the best stuff and no one gives me weirdness for being a guy, as it's just for humor. Obviously. Ha.

Putting it on, I examine myself in the mirror. My exotic slave girl outfit. Beautiful. Thin green colored silk runs along the outside of my legs, connected at the waist by a gold belt. The opaque fabric makes the gold colored panties I'm wearing only just visible from certain angles. The top is a simple silken shirt of the same fabric that leaves my right arm and most of my stomach bare. The whole outfit is loose, flowing and diaphanous. It fits perfectly on my slender figure. It has a small veil that goes with it, but I think I'll forgo that bit. Want to keep my muzzle free. I snap on some of the gold colored earrings, just for a bit of flair though.

I pad softly back into Dad's office, closing the door behind me and clicking it locked, though there's no one else home.

"Master?" I say, using a soft tone, "I've arrived.."

Dad turns and looks at me, and blinks. Stunned. I walk forward smoothly and kneel in front of him.

"You look....wow..." Is all he says, his eyes going over my thinly clad body. I can see that desire building behind that gaze. I love it. "I'm supposed to be working on this.." He glances back at his computer.

"But...Master.." I get on all fours resting my muzzle on his bare footpaw. "Don't you want to play with your girl?"

He groans, closing his eyes. "You evil puppy..." He says. Oh? I look down. Hmmm.

"Please, Master...Please..." I open my muzzle and slowly lick along the length of his footpaw, whimpering slightly. I can sense his body responding. I think I may have found a nice little sweet spot on my sexy father. Breathing deeply, he's clutching the arms of his chair. "Son.."

The phone rings. He gives me a look and answers. "Oh, yeah." He says in a shaky tone. Must be someone from work. "I'll handle it, it's fine."

Chuckling inwardly, I delicately suckle on each of the toes on his footpaw individually, caressing the top of it like a priceless treasure. He keeps his eyes closed throughout the whole phone conversation, trying his best to keep his composure. I stop suddenly, and look up at him grinning. He opens his eyes, blinking down at me...and the moment he begins talking again, I resume my attention to his foot, nibbling on the fur and pressing my nose firmly against it, breathing deeply. He stutters and has to repeat something to the man on the phone. Haha, this is great.

At last, the conversation ends and dad clicks the phone off, setting it back in its charger. He slowly looks down at me. There's a fire in those eyes I've never seen before. It's mesmerizing...

Heh, it seems he's had enough. Growling deeply, he gets up and picks me right up off the floor without a hint of difficulty. I let out a startled yelp as he tosses me easily across the small office room onto the couch. I land solidly onto it, almost causing it to tip backwards. Holy crap! I didn't expect to get this much of a response! I'm liking where it's going though. I look up at him stalking towards me. I give him a wicked grin. Come and get it, the look says.

"Up on all fours." He says gruffly and I obey eagerly, positioning myself on my hands and knees, straightening my back so that my bottom is presented wonderfully for him. He doesn't hesitate as he flips up the silken sides up from my legs, out of his way. He lifts my tail a bit more and lands a full armed smack against my bottom. "AH!" The unexpected pain makes me yelp and lay my ears back, but at the same time lightning bolts of pleasure race through me and my heart rate doubles. Again and again the powerful blows land against my exposed rump with a resounding smack, causing me to cry out each time. My face is flushed and my eyes are watery.

"Such a bad girl. You nearly got me in trouble. So now you're in trouble." He growls out, rubbing the now tender spot on my ass. "S..sorry.." I breath out shakily.

"Oh?" He says and reaches between my legs, roughly groping at my crotch with his paw. My legs tremble a bit. His paw traces deliciously along the outline of my member straining against the thin fabric of the panties. They're already dark and soaked with my pre. "It doesn't look like you're sorry at all. I think you enjoyed that. How's a father supposed to discipline a puppy that's slutty enough to enjoy being spanked, hmm?" He asks, while his other paw rubs lazily at the base of my tail.

My mind is too preoccupied to respond. The way he keeps squeezing my trapped shaft like that is tortuously good. All I can do is tremble and moan with desire. I love this man! I want to be his in every way...I squirm against his paw, even more pre leaking out of me.

"I think I know.." He says in a low tone as he slides my panties down. I glance back at him, then over at the small desk drawer where I'd learned he kept a small thing of lube. "Not this time. This will help you learn about teasing when I'm busy."

He positions himself close behind me and I feel his hard member teasing at my exposed tailhole. I don't even remember him undoing his pants..fuck..feels so good though. Just using his cock to smear his pre around my entrance. I feel a bit nervous though. Never done this without- "AAH!!" I cry loudly. No warning at all, he's just pushing into me! I whimper as each inch is relentlessly shoved into my young bottom. Fuck! Has he always felt this huge? My ass is on fire as he finally hilts me all the way.

"I think a nice, raw fucking will make you more careful in the future." He mutters and starts pounding me enthusiastically. No gradual buildup this time, no steadily gaining rhythm. Just a sudden torrent of force as he claims his sons ass like a wild beast. My loud, stuttering moans are the backdrop to the sound of his body slapping against mine rapidly over and over. He grips the fur on my back as well as a fistful of the silk fabric of my outfit. He uses this to yank me towards him each time to punctuate the force of his thrusts.

It really fucking hurts! My legs and arms are trembling as I pant like a bellows. I can feel his thick knot forming inside me as well, stretching me even further. The tieing causes his thrusts to be shorter and faster and his rapid breathing is even louder than mine. If anyone were to come home, there'd be no question. I'm sure the whole house is filled with our sounds. Another resounding smack! fills the room as his other paw spanks me again hard, gripping my cheek tightly. Tears are flowing freely, but despite it all...the glorious feeling each time his hard, pulsing rod stabs deep inside me against that perfect spot is making me cry out in as much pleasure as pain.

No break, barely even any pauses for breath, he goes and goes; fucking his boy into utter submission. I give in first. My body tightens reflexively and my ass clenches down on his pistoning dick and knot, increasing the burning pleasure as I cry out long and loud in my orgasm, spraying the couch beneath me in my young seed. I feel like collapsing, but his paw grips harder and keeps me up. Seems he was waiting to outlast me, because in a moment he howls out and begins pumping my body full of his thick wonderful cum. Even now he never stops my hard pounding; his raging member pulsing jets of fluid into me as he humps. I feel trickles of it leaking out around his member and running down my legs. He keeps thrusting, and cumming. I can't believe it. My belly is even starting to feel full from the intense volume of his seed. This is assuredly the most he's ever cum in me.

"Fuuuuuck! Daddy..!" I gasp enough to yell out, "I love you!! Aaah!!"

Finally, he starts to subside, occasionally pressing and grinding into me as the last bit of his seed runs out. He collapses onto my back and we lay there, tied together and panting.

"I love you too..but you can't be trying to ambush me every moment of the day, hun...whew...gotta take a break every once in awhile. You learn your lesson?" He asks.

No way, I think. That was totally awesome. But...I take stock of my trembling limbs and my cheeks are rather sore, not to mention my ravaged tailhole...probably will be for some time..I might need some recuperation after this.

"Y..yeah, dad. I'll at least wait till you're off work next time..maybe."

He just chuckles affectionately. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, crazy pup. I love you so much." He nuzzles against the back of my neck.

I smile wide and lay there, enjoying the full feeling of resting with my dad so deep inside me. Despite the somewhat awkward position on the couch, we both eventually drift off into a pleasant slumber together, his larger paw over the back of mine and our fingers interlaced and holding tightly.