Bukakke Races : Doggies, Daughters & Daddies 13

The dog’s cock surged through me and I found myself enjoying it way more than I could have imagined.  I didn’t even have to act.  The moans and grunts just left me for real, each one tinged with a painful eroticism as the dog’s big cock stretched me wide.

“Oh, Red!” I cried.

His thickness spread through me with tantalizing regularity.  He probed right at my cervix, sending his cock deeper than I’d ever known.  It teased through me and delighted my insides.  I felt my pussy turn wetter and wetter the more he fucked me.  My juices ran down around him and changed the texture of his cock inside me.

Now it slipped through me, smacking around my pussy like someone noisily eating chewy candy.  My wetness was undeniable and couldn’t be faked.  As such the crowd moved closer and tossed more money to the floor.  They seemed to like my performance.

I looked to Daddy again and noticed him rubbing along his cock.  He was staring at me trance-like as I rocked on my knees in the middle of the floor.

I could feel myself start to sweat from my efforts.  The dog’s weight was on my back but I wasn’t about to tap-out early.  I wanted to see this to completion, and I knew exactly what that meant.

“She needs something in her mouth,” one of the spectators said.  “Mr. Rogers, can you do the honors.”

“That’s—uhh—my daughter, Mr. Cooper.”

“There will be a big tip in it for you,” Mr. Cooper said.

I nodded to Daddy.  “Give it me.”

He stared at me.

“See,” Mr. Cooper said.  “She wants it.”

The dog hammered away behind me but I ignored it for now, looking to Daddy to show him how serious I was.

“Pull it out for me,” I hushed.

Daddy moved to the centre of the floor.  People in the audience clapped happily.

“Give it her, Mr. Rogers,” they said.  The more taboo things were the more they seemed to enjoy it.

Daddy walked confidently and from the size of the thing in his pants he had every reason to.  He unfastened his belt and opened his pants, then he turned to the audience, ever the showman.

“Relax, folks.  It’s just a cock.”

He pulled it from his pants and several people gasped.  It was not ‘just a cock.’  It was big and hard and it was perfect.

Red pounded me as Daddy approached.  He wielded his cock like it was weapon.  He gripped a fist around the base and the whole thing swelled.  The veins pumped upwards and lit up the crown like a beacon.

“Open wide,” he said, looking down.