Chapter 4

Sally's dog-fucking business was proving to be quite profitable. She had earned a lot of money these past two weeks, and she hoped to earn a lot more in the future. And she was doing it all for her father, to save his dog kennel from bankruptcy. Already, she had gotten many of his creditors off his back--and without him even knowing. She wanted to tell him everything. But she was afraid that if he knew about her dog-fucking business, he would put an end to it.

So she kept her mouth shut and went about her daily chores around the kennel in a normal manner: walking and feeding the dogs, cleaning their cages, and bedding them down at night. Not hard work at all. Enjoyable, even. Especially when it was time to exercise the dogs and rendezvous with her customers...

Sally was about to begin another workday when her father called her into his office. She was a little impatient as she closed the door behind her and walked over to his desk. Whatever he wanted, she hoped it wouldn't take long. She had customers waiting, and she didn't want to be late.

Her father sat hunched over his desk. He had loosened his necktie and had opened the top two buttons of his shirt, though as far as Sally could tell, the room wasn't uncomfortably hot. In his hands were the company's records.

Shit! thought Sally. Those damned records again!

"Sally," he said, scratching his head. "I've been going over the records, and I find them quite puzzling."

"Is that so, Daddy?"

"Yes, and I thought I'd ask you about them."

"What do you want to know, Daddy?"

"Well, I could have sworn we had ten unpaid bills. But now I find that four of them have been paid off. I just can't figure it out. Do you know anything about this, Sally? I already asked your mother, and she doesn't know a thing."

"No, I sure don't, Daddy," she lied. "Perhaps you paid them yourself and just forgot about it. You've been working so hard lately, I'm not surprised that you're having trouble with your memory." Sally walked around her father's desk and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be silly. I'm not having trouble with my--"

"Shshshsh," she said, and she sat down in his lap and slowly ground her ass into his cock bulge. "You work too hard, Daddy. I think you need a vacation."

"Baby girl," he said, placing a hand on her bare thigh, "you've got the nicest ass in the world, and I love to feel it against my cock. But don't tell me I need a vacation. I know perfectly well that there was ten unpaid bills last week, and now there are only--"

Sally leaned forward and kissed her father on the lips, exploring his mouth with her wet tongue. At the same time, she pressed her big tits into his chest with enough force to flatten the tit mounds. She was only wearing cut-off jeans and a halter so it was almost as if she were naked in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, aware of a sudden rise in his cock bulge. She smiled inwardly, glad that she had gotten his mind off of the mysteriously paid bills.

Now to keep his mind occupied long enough for him to forget about the bills entirely! Still exploring her father's mouth with her lips and tongue, Sally blindly reached down and unzipped his trousers. Then she stuck her small hand inside and pulled out his cock. The fucker was long and fat and hot to the touch, and she began working her fist up and down its throbbing shaft.

"Mmmmm!" he moaned, and he wrapped his arms around his daughter's waist and held her comfortably on his lap. He certainly didn't want to lose her now.

Sally snaked her tongue round and round in her daddy's mouth. But her attention was focused more on his prick. She moved her tiny fist up and down, from his heavy balls to his swollen cock- head and back again. She massaged every bump and every vein with slow deliberate strokes, until the big prick swelled up even more. She soon had something alive and dangerous in her grip.

Excited over the many wild sensations coursing through her mouth and tits and hand, Sally reached lower and cupped her daddy's balls in her palm. She held them gently, loving the coarse hairs that tickled her fingers, and the warm throbbing that sent delightful heat waves racing up her arm. She didn't want to let go.

She began kneading his balls between her fingers, rolling them this way and that. They flattened in her grip, sprang whole again, then flattened once more. She kept up the game of ball rolling, while her father groaned and sighed beneath her. She soon had the big balls throbbing mightily, as if ready to blow out the cum they held.

Not wanting her daddy's cum to erupt so soon, Sally released his balls and moved her hand back up to his cock shaft. She gripped the prick shaft tightly and began working her fist up and down its full length once again. But as she did this, she hopped down off her daddy's lap and knelt at his feet.

"Oh, baby," he said, panting heavily, "you've got the nicest hands in the world. Go on and do your thing."

Sally moved her hand down to the man's cock root--to make room for her mouth. After brushing her long blonde hair out of the way, she leaned over and wrapped her lips around her daddy's cock head, gripping the fucker tightly. She flicked her tongue over the piss hole and jolted his senses hard.

"Aaagh!" he howled, throwing back his head. "Shit, that feels good. Keep sucking." He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently stroked her hair.

Sally, still holding her daddy's prick, moved her tongue round and round his wide rim, tantalizing the many nerves located there. Her father bucked up hard when he felt her fiery tongue on his sensitive nerves, but she kept at it, enjoying his hot cock meat.

Her tongue danced about the man's cock like a ballerina about the stage. She circled his wide rim again and again, flicking her tongue here and there. She snaked her long red tongue down the sloping surface of the cock head, finding the surface very greasy and very slippery. She delved her tongue-tip inside the man's piss slit and tried to pluck out a few drops of his jizz. And through it all, her father moaned and groaned and bucked up out of his chair.

Sally then moved her lips down her daddy's cock shaft and gobbled up his whole cock. She soon felt his spit-soaked cock knob throbbing against the back of her throat, and his balls pulsating against her lips and chin. She had a big mouthful, to be sure, but she knew from experience what to do with it.

She moved her lips up and down the big greasy prick, slowly and steadily. The prick disappeared repeatedly, only to reappear moments later, dripping wet. Her sucks were loud and lewd, just the way she knew her daddy liked them.

"That feels good, baby girl," he said. "But you're getting my good pants all wet. Push them down out of the way."

Sally did as he asked, without releasing his prick. When his trousers were down around his ankles, she reached back up and began running her hands along his hairy thighs. She stroked his thighs passionately while she sucked on his prick.

The cock head speared first one side of her cheek and then the other side. She gagged and choked as she tried to keep the big prick under control.

Her golden hair danced about his lap as she bobbed her head up and down. Each time the strands brushed his balls or caressed his cock shaft, he groaned and squirmed and rolled his eyes.