Using My Dog On My Daughter : Doggies, Daughters & Daddies 21

“Go on then,” I told her.

“Go on what?”

“The dog,” I said, nodding to Booster.  He’d lay down now against the dry dirt floor.

“What about him?”

“Fuck him,” I said, staring.  “If you really want to.”

“I don’t want my first to be the dog, Daddy.”

“But you said anyone.”

She kicked at the dirt.  “Anyone.  Not any dog.”

“He’s not just any dog,” I teased, walking over and petting him.

“It wasn’t how I imagined my first time.”

“Okay, how about this,” I started, pausing.  I was getting was more comfortable with my daughter than I should have been.  Emily didn’t seem to care.

“How about what?”

“It’s nothing,” I said, remembering myself.

“No, go on.  How about what?  What were you thinking?”

I swallowed.  The words arrived in my mind, but I couldn’t yet say them.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she urged.  I think she knew.

“How about I fuck you,” I said.  Shit, that was a gamble of a sentence.  Emily’s eyes lit up.  “How about I fuck you first.”

“First?”

“Yeah.  Then we let Booster relieve some of that tension.  Maybe he’ll calm down enough to keep his balls after.”

“You’re gonna fuck me?” Emily asked, excited.

“I—I don’t know.  I shouldn’t have—”

“No.  No, you said.  You said you were going to fuck me.”

“And then Booster,” I clarified.  For some reason I found that point incredibly important.

“And then Booster,” Emily agreed.  “Shit, wait till I tell my friends.”

“No telling your friends!”

“About Booster,” Emily said.  “I’d never tell them about you.”

“Why would you tell them about the dog?”

“It’s bestiality, Daddy.  It’s cool.”

Things had changed a lot since I was a kid.

“It’s cool to fuck a dog?” I asked.

“I mean, it’s nasty, but it’s hot, you know?  Like anal or throat-fucking or something.”

“Throat-fucking?”

Emily giggled.  “Jeez, Daddy, you’re out of touch.”

“Throat-fucking?” I asked again.

“Wanna try it?”

Shit, now I was intrigued too.  I felt a twitch in my pants as my cock came to life.