Who’s a Good Boy: Dog in This Fight #1

by Scott, Ada

  The only man I ever loved was clearly oblivious to my plight as he flickered his tongue across my most sensitive spot, only pausing when he sucked at it or licked the length of my slit. It must have been a minute or two, or perhaps forever, when I realized there was nobody else home. Jeff’s dad wasn’t here, this wasn’t my parents’ house and Sienna was out of earshot for one of the first times in her life, for this time of night anyway.

  I threw my hands to my sides and gripped the sheets, nearly digging my fingernails through them no doubt, as Jeff’s licking became more urgent. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me against his expert lips.

  “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh my ffffff….”

  Pressure was building up in me like I hadn’t felt in years, like I never thought I’d feel again. The whirling ball in my stomach was positively humming now, synching with the buzz of bliss Jeff was flicking into my clit.

  I clamped my mouth shut, but pressure forced puffs of air out before I let go and ecstasy washed over me. From a distance I heard myself screaming affirmatives, felt my hands running through Jeff’s hair, but it was all drowned out by the throbbing pleasure that radiated out from my core to my extremities.

  When the real world started forcing its way through my senses again, I realized my toes had curled so hard I had a cramp in the arch of my foot. I kicked my leg out and extended my big toe using the wall as Jeff stepped off the bed and fumbled with something on the floor. After a moment, he came up with a condom packet that he ripped open.

  “We wouldn’t want any happy little accidents, would we?” I smirked.

  “Not at this point in time, no,” Jeff deadpanned.

  It wasn’t until he started rolling the rubber on to his dick that I saw it was a glow-in-the-dark condom. I raised an eyebrow.

  “Some lady was giving them out on the street corner in Port Magnus, she wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Jeff shrugged.

  I snorted and reached out for him. “C’mere.”

  Jeff returned to the bed and moved between my legs again. I had to look away from the huge cock-shaped green-glowing light lest I laugh. Guys would probably hate that.

  When the tip of his rigid manhood started circling my pussy, though, I had to look back. It may have been green and glowing, but I could still feel the weight of it, the power.

  Once he had it slick with my nectar, he held his shaft firmly and pushed at my entrance. It had been so long since we last had sex that it almost felt like the first time again, my pink folds strained to accommodate him.

  I was stretched out to my limit and the head of his cock still hadn’t disappeared inside of me yet. With a wince of pain, I thought I was going to have to tell him to stop. Then, for some reason, I wondered what I’d look like if the glow-in-the-dark condom was bright enough to make me glow from the inside too and had to clamp down on a stupid guffaw of laughter. The momentary distraction made me relax my opening and Jeff slid in.

  The sensation of being filled up drove all the humor out of my body, there was no more room for it, there was only Jeff, me and all the pleasure we could give each other. It was my turn to suck air in through my teeth this time, as Jeff pushed slowly, but relentlessly, forward.

  I could barely believe the feeling when Jeff’s balls came to rest on my ass, I was totally at his mercy. He could fuck me hard or make sweet love, all I could do was hang on to my sanity and savor that big hard cock of his.

  Jeff curled his arms around the back of my head and leaned down to kiss me passionately as he started to move back and forth inside my tight pussy. His lips stole every moan and whimper that his hard shaft drove out of me, as if he was feeding off my submission.

  I had to take what air I could between being lip-locked with Jeff, but the power of his strokes into my small body, building in power with every passing second, demanded more oxygen than my pitiful gasps could provide. It wasn’t long before I was a panting and moaning mess, driven beyond words by cock.

  When he finally propped himself up on his hands, I took in deep shaking breaths, but in this position he was only able to drive into me harder. With every impact of our bodies, I was rocked back and forth on the bed, gradually scooting in the direction of the headboard.

  I braced myself with one hand against the headboard when it came within reach, using my other hand to roam over Jeff’s hard body. His ass clenched under my grasp every time he pounded into me, and his core muscles worked in rippling unison like a finetuned pleasure machine made especially for my benefit.

  Jeff sat up even more upright and brought his big hands to my hips, so large it felt like he could almost encircle my entire waist. He used this new grip to pull my body against him with every thrust, driving his cock as deep as it could go and filling me up completely.

  The fire of ecstasy was building up between my legs again, every stroke of his cock only made it hotter, and I reveled in the way his eyes drank in the sight of me, lingering on my lips, my shaking breasts, watching his cock dominate me. Jeff built up the pace until he was fucking me like I was unbreakable. If the condom was any brighter, we could have had a strobe effect going on.

  The quivering hint of another orgasm grew quickly until its closeness was all I could think about. Jeff moved one hand down so his thumb could stroke my clit and that was all it took to send me over the edge.

  I sat up and dragged Jeff down on top of me, wrapping my arms around him and digging my fingers into his back. Jeff hissed and thrust his cock so hard he brushed against my cervix, then over the pounding of my heart in my ears I heard him growling out his own orgasm.

  His weight semi-collapsed on top of me and his thrusts became more sporadic, each one ending in a grind that added splashes of fuel to my fading climax, causing welcome flare-ups that I hoped would never end. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and finally Jeff rolled to the side, holding the base of the condom with one hand as he slipped out of me.

  I held my head up and he put his arm under it so I could cuddle in close. My skin was tingling from head to toe and I felt like I might not want to move again for a month. Why would I? After all these years I was back in my spot, back where I felt I was born to be, back in Jeff’s arms.

  Daddy-Daughter Day

  Jeff - After

  It had taken a ton of convincing, but Hazel had finally agreed to let me try to spend some one-on-one time with Sienna today. Maybe it helped that we’d fucked each other’s brains out last night and Hazel was floating around in a sweet afterglow. Maybe the idea of getting some time to herself was irresistible to a single mom, but we got there.

  Not without conditions, of course. First of all, Sienna had to be OK with it, nothin’ doin’ if she was too shy or nervous. No mentioning that I was her dad, we still had too much… let’s call it “logistics” to get through before that could be brought up.

  The unspoken rule was the most important, it was the rule I read in Hazel’s eyes. Keep her safe. It was a desperate need fueled by a potent mix of fear and love.

  Thankfully, my unspoken affirmation was as strong has her unspoken rule. I’d run through fire and die before I let anything happen to Sienna.

  She’d left at around ten last night and told me to meet at her place at around one today, so here I was. I couldn’t believe how fucking nervous I felt. It felt like going to a job interview on a tight-rope over a pool of starving piranhas.

  Before leaving, I’d given a reluctant Chopper a good wash, then watched him run around the back yard at full pace for five minutes drying himself off. He was all part of the package to keep Sienna happy and entertained, so he had to be smelling fresh for any hugs that came his way.

  After that grave injustice, he seemed to be taking it all with dignity, almost prancing along at my side as we passed through the gate that I’d fixed and knocked on the front door. I could hear feet thundering towards me from inside the house and then the door knob rattled for a few seconds.

  “Mommyyyyyy!” I heard Sienna yelling.

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p; After a few more seconds, I heard the deadbolt unlock and the door swung open. Sienna was practically bouncing with excitement, her enthusiasm was mirrored by Chopper, his little stub of a tail wagging hard enough to off-balance the rear half of his body.

  Sienna had a little backpack already on her back as if she was heading off to her first day of school. Sticking out the top of it was one of those plastic ball-throwers with a tennis ball already lodged in the cup, ready to go like a canine catapult of fun.

  “Hi,” said Hazel. “So… uh, Sienna says yes she would like to go to the playground with two dogs and the man with the dog.”

  “Oh, that’s great,” I said, then crouched down to get on Sienna’s level. “First though, I think we need to make sure it’s OK with Chopper.”

  “How do we do that?” asked Sienna with wide-eyed wonder.

  “We have to ask him the secret doggy question that all dogs love to be asked.”

  “What is it?”

  “Come here.” I motioned Sienna over to us and told Chopper to sit. “OK, ready?” I asked her, and glanced up at Hazel, who was wringing her hands but the corner of her mouth was lifted slightly in hope. “Here it is.” I turned to Chopper and started patting him. “Who’s a good boy?” I asked.

  Chopper tried to lick my face and, when I pulled my hand away, lifted his paw to claw my arm back so I would continue the petting.

  “Who’s a good boy?” I asked again, in a cutesy voice. Chopper was loving it. “You wanna try?” I asked Sienna.

  “Uh… who’s a good boy?” she asked Chopper and ruffled his side.

  Chopper whined and tapped each front foot on the ground a few times excitedly. He couldn’t decide whose face to try to lick. Sienna couldn’t have laughed harder if Chopper was wearing a suit, holding a cigar and doing stand-up comedy at an open-mic night.

  “Wh-who’s a g-hahaha-good boy? Hahaha!” she stammered, to Chopper’s continued delight.

  “I think he’s happy for you to come along to the playground with us,” I said. “So your dog is coming too?”

  “Molly,” said Hazel. “Yeah, if that’s OK?”

  “Sure. Sienna, do you want to go ask Molly who a good boy is and see if she’s ready to come to the playground?”

  “But Molly’s a girl,” said Sienna.

  “That doesn’t matter,” I said. “Girl dogs still like to think about who a good boy is. Try it and see.”

  “OK.”

  Sienna raced into the house, leaving Chopper hanging, and his problems doubled when I stood up again.

  “She’s got a snack for both of you, which she prepared herself, a bottle of water, and the key to the house in case you’re back before I am,” said Hazel.

  “Got it,” I said.

  “Be… careful,” she said.

  “I will.”

  I heard Sienna’s voice inside, presumably asking Molly who was a good boy, and then heard her laughing again. Shortly afterwards, Sienna led Molly out with a combination of a leash and holding the ball-thrower out like a dangling carrot in front of a horse.

  Molly still looked nervous around Chopper but the ball-thrower incentive seemed to outweigh the fear.

  “Molly liked it, you were right,” said Sienna. “Let’s go.”

  I held my hands out in confusion for a second, looking between Hazel and the departing Sienna. Hazel leaned against the doorframe and matched my gesture.

  “Time to go, I guess,” she said, with a smile.

  Chopper and I hurried to catch up with Sienna and Molly. “You know the way?” I asked.

  “Of course!”

  “You’re very clever.”

  “I guess. What would you think if Chopper started flying?”

  “Uh…”

  “Molly, who’s a good boy? Haha!”

  Sienna peppered Molly, Chopper and myself with some great questions the entire way until my head was spinning. Molly was orbiting Sienna and the ball-thrower based on some complex formula that found the balance between closest proximity to the ball and furthest distance from Chopper. When Sienna waved it around absentmindedly, Molly’s orbit was thrown off every time.

  We came around a corner and I spotted the playground. It looked like we had the entire thing to ourselves, along with a nicely-mown field right next to it.

  “What do you want to go on first?” I asked.

  “Mommy says it’s a good idea to play fetch first so Molly is too tired to run away if she smells something she likes. Does Chopper like fetch?”

  “Yeah, but he’s never seen one of those ball-throwing things before, I don’t think.”

  Sienna put her backpack down on a bench, undid Molly’s leash and waved the ball thrower around, saying, “Molly, fetch! Molly, fetch!”

  The tennis ball stuck in the cup at the end was also piquing Chopper’s interest, so he followed along to the field and must have had something of a religious experience when the little girl flung the ball out of the ball-thrower almost as far as I was usually able to throw for him. Unfortunately for the big rottweiler, Molly was a fluffy white speed demon and beat him to the ball every time.

  Eventually, Chopper simply sat in the middle of the field panting and watching the ball and Molly go past him. Even when Sienna said, “Molly, this one is for Chopper,” Molly didn’t listen, and Chopper seemed to be beyond caring.

  On the bright side, the game did seem to take care of any lingering fears Molly had about Chopper and they enthusiastically sniffed each other sometimes while waiting for the next launch. When Molly’s attitude towards the tennis ball matched Chopper’s, Sienna seemed satisfied and returned the ball-thrower to the bench, but left the tennis ball out in the field with the dogs, before running on to the playground.

  Once she’d sampled most of the equipment once, she came running back and dragged me over to the swing to push her for a while. Something about the swing seemed to captivate her enough to pause the constant stream of thought coming out of her mouth and there was something like a heavenly peace about it. After a while, she was ready to move on to something else though.

  “Snack time!” she said.

  “Oh, your mommy said you prepared something?”

  “Yeah, do you like apples?”

  “I sure do.”

  We returned to the bench and Sienna’s backpack while Molly wriggled around on her back directly in front of Chopper in the middle of the field. Once we sat down, Sienna proudly pulled an apple out of her backpack and handed it to me, before pulling one out for herself.

  “Thanks. How did you, um, prepare this?” I asked.

  “I took the sticker off,” said Sienna before crunching into her apple.

  I pressed my lips together and nodded. “Good job.”

  Sienna swallowed. “Yeah. Can I tell you something?”

  “Sure you can.”

  “One time…” Sienna looked around the empty playground conspiratorially. “Mommy accidentab… accidentably ate a sticker on an apple.”

  I snorted out some surprised laughter. “Oh, so has it been your job ever since then to check the apples for stickers?”

  “Yup.”

  My shoulders shook a little with some giggles I was trying to contain, but when Sienna saw this, my giggles turned out to be contagious and she had a lot less restraint than me. Once she started, I couldn’t keep them in either. What a great kid Hazel had been raising.

  “What games does Chopper usually play?” Sienna asked.

  “Well… fetch, of course. Sometimes we play fight. Sometimes I hide one of his toys and we see if he can find it using his nose to smell where it is.”

  “Does he like leapfrog?”

  “Leapfrog?”

  “Yeah, like you jump over somebody then they jump over you?”

  “Uh… I don’t think he knows that one.”

  “It looks like he’s trying to play leapfrog with Molly now but he can’t get over. How old is he?”

  My heart jolted and I looked over to see Chopper vigorousl
y humping Molly. “Chopper!” I yelled. “Get off of there!”

  I could feel my face flushing, but Sienna was thankfully oblivious to how her dog had just been defiled.

  “I think he might be too old for that game. I don’t know how old he is exactly because I didn’t have him right from when he was born, but my guess is he’s nine or ten years old.”

  “That’s too old for leapfrog?” Sienna asked with wide eyes and a cheek full of apple.

  “For a dog it might be.”

  “Hmm.”

  “These are good apples,” I said, taking a bite.

  “Mmm.”

  We sat there and enjoyed the tasty meal Sienna had prepared for us while I kept one eye on that horny bastard, Chopper, then we rinsed our hands in the nearby drinking fountain. Either Chopper didn’t have the stamina and libido that he did in his younger years or he was on good behavior. I knew which my money was on.

  Sienna had her drink bottle tipped almost straight up over her mouth, with her eyes straining to the side in the direction of the playground when I remembered something I’d brought for her.

  I patted the little lump in my pocket. “I’ve got something for you.”

  Sienna’s eyes moved to me and she finished her current gulp of water. “What is it?”

  Out of my pocket I produced a Hot Wheels toy of a 1957 Chevy Pickup in blue. Not quite the shade of the real one in my dad’s garage or the shade in Hazel’s eyes, but pretty close.

  “This playground has a couple good slides. I wanna show you something I used to do at playgrounds. Wanna see?”

  “OK.”

  “OK. Pick a slide, any slide.”

  Sienna pointed. “That one.”

  “Great. Head up to the top.”

  Sienna carefully navigated her way around to the top of the slide and I could just reach high enough to place the toy at her feet.

  “Alright, this is a downhill speed run for this truck, ready?”