Writer: Phil’s New Girlfriend
Subject: HEY, DADDY
Link: LS666 Email / 22.05.2025
XP’s Note: Thank you to Phil’s new girlfriend for this new story — my apologies in advance for the few edits — as dropping the “G”s was a little too much — but I loved your writing style! Thanks, XP.
Hey, Daddy
Hey, Daddy — I’m writing this all down just for you, Sir. Every word here is from my lil heart, and I’m keeping it raw and real. Just how you like it. I’m your lil slave. Always eager to please, and I’m gonna spill every detail of my thoughts on those three videos. You had me watch, and then I’ll get into the story of my first time with a dog. Settle in, Daddy, because I’ve got a lot to say, and I wanna make sure. You feel every bit of it through my words.
First off, let me tell ya about them videos. You sent me to watch. I sat down in my tiny room, the dim light from a single bulb casting shadows on the peeling wallpaper, the smell of stale air mingling with the faint lavender of my cheap body spray. My laptop was propped on my lap, heating my bare thighs since I was only wearing a thin, worn-out tank top and a pair of pink cotton panties that clung a lil too tight. My dark hair was tied in a messy bun, strands falling loose around my face, tickling my neck as I clicked on the first link.
“Intro Guide for Those Contacting Me About How to Get Started.”
My breath hitched a bit, Daddy, because I knew this was forbidden and wild. The video started, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the screen. The woman’s voice was calm, explaining stuff step by step, but all I could focus on was the rawness of it all — the idea of giving in to something so primal.
My fingers twitched, Daddy, and I felt a heat building low in my belly, my panties getting a lil damp just from the thought of what she was describing. I kept imagining myself in her place, and fuck, it got me squirming right there on my creaky bed, the springs groaning under me.
Then came the second video.
“The Future — Dog Sex Mix.”
Oh, Daddy, this one pushed me over the edge of curiosity into straight-up hunger. The visuals, the sounds — it was messy, intense, and so fucking wrong in all the right ways. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, my teeth digging into the soft flesh as I watched. The contrast of human and beast, the sheer taboo of it, made my heart pound so hard I thought it’d bust right outta my chest.
My thighs squeezed together, trying to ease the ache growing between them, and I could smell my arousal, sharp and musky in the still air of my room. I kept thinking about how it’d feel, Daddy, to be that vulnerable, that exposed, and I swear my pussy throbbed at the idea. My hands were shaking a bit as I adjusted the laptop, my chipped nails scratching against the plastic, and I whispered to myself.
“Fuck, I need this.”
The last one.
“Knot Pop.”
It was the final nail in the coffin for my restraint. Daddy, I ain’t never seen anything like it. The way it showed every detail, every movement, every sound of release — it broke something in me. I was panting by the end of it, my chest heaving under my thin top, nipples hard as fucking rocks and poking through the fabric.
I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, trickling down the back of my neck, and my panties were soaked through, clinging to my swollen pussy lips. The way that knot stretched her, the way she moaned through it, I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head.
My fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear without me even thinking, rubbing slow circles over my clit, so wet and slick I could hear the squelch over my ragged breathing I came right there, Daddy, watching that video, my toes curling into the rough sheets, a low whimper spilling from my lips as i thought of You watching me do this, approving of Your lil slut getting off to something so nasty.
Now, as you wanted, I’m gonna dive deep into my fantasies of first time with a dog, focusing on the raw, dirty details of the act itself and the messed-up dreams that swirled in my head. Get ready, Daddy, because I’m gonna lay it all bare for ya.
xxxxx
That first time, Daddy, I was trembling with a mix of fear and need, my mind racing with fantasies I’d never dared speak aloud before. I kept imagining myself as nothing but a bitch in heat, made to be taken, to be used in the most primal way.
I pictured myself down on all fours, ass up high, offering myself completely, my pussy aching to be claimed by something so wild, so forbidden. The thought of being mounted, of feeling a beast’s raw power over me, made my heart slam against my ribs, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I wanted to be stretched, filled, fucked until I couldn’t think straight, until all I could feel was that animal hunger taking over.
When it started, Daddy, I was on my knees, my hands gripping the ground for balance as Rusty, that big mutt, got closer. His hot breath hit my skin first, panting heavily, and I could smell the musky, earthy scent of him, pure and untamed. My mind was spinning with dark thoughts — I fantasized about being his mate — nothing more than a vessel for his instinct, my body just a tight, wet hole for him to rut into.
His cold nose nudged against me, sniffing at my exposed pussy, and I shuddered, imagining how I must look to him, so fucking vulnerable, so ready. Then his tongue came, rough and wet, dragging over my swollen folds, and holy shit, Daddy, I nearly screamed right then.
It was sloppy, messy, his spit mixing with my juices, dripping down in sticky trails as he lapped at me like I was his damn meal. I couldn’t stop the fantasies flooding my head as he licked deeper, his tongue pushing into my tight hole, stretching me just a bit.
I imagined him growling low, claiming me as his, my body shaking under his weight as he’d mount me, his cock hard and hot, ready to fuck me senseless. My pussy throbbed at the thought, clenching around nothing as I pictured that thick, red shaft slipping out, dripping with precum, and slamming into me with no mercy.
I wanted to feel it, Daddy, that brutal thrust, the way it’d split me open, my walls gripping him tight as he pounded me raw. My clit was pulsing under his tongue, so sensitive I could barely stand it, and I moaned like a fucking whore, lost in the dream of being bred, of being knotted and locked to him, unable to escape even if I wanted to.
When he finally stopped licking, I was a trembling mess, my body screaming for more. I shifted, getting into position, and in my head, I saw it so clear — him rearing up, paws digging into my hips, claws scratching my skin as he lined himself up. I fantasized about that first push, the head of his cock nudging against my slick entrance, my pussy lips parting for him, pink and puffy, so wet they glistened.
I imagined the stretch, the burn as he’d force his way in, thicker than anything I’d ever taken, my hole struggling to take him but craving it all the same. My breath was ragged just thinking about it, Daddy, how he’d start thrusting, fast and feral, fucking me like I was nothing but his to ruin.
I wanted to feel his fur against my skin, his hot breath on my neck, hearing his grunts as he buried himself deeper, hitting spots inside me no one else ever could. The reality kicked in soon enough, and when he did mount me, it was even more intense than my fantasies.
His weight was heavy, pressing me down, and I felt his cock slipping against me, hot and slick, searching for my hole. When he found it, Daddy, fuck, it was like fire — sharp at first, stretching my tight pussy wide, my walls fluttering around him as he pushed in.
I gasped, my fingers clawing at the ground, and in my mind, I was screaming for him to go harder, to fuck me until I broke. He started moving jerkily at first, then faster, each thrust slamming into me, making my whole body jolt.
I could feel every inch of him, the way his cock pulsed inside me, the heat of it burning me up, and I pictured his knot swelling, getting ready to lock us together, trap his cum deep in my cunt. My pussy was soaking, Daddy, juices dripping out with every brutal thrust, clear and sticky, smearing down my thighs as he fucked me.
I could hear the wet, nasty sounds of it, skin slapping against fur, my moans mixing with his low growls, and I fantasized about how it’d feel when he came, hot jets of semen flooding me, thick and creamy, spilling out around his knot because there’d be so fucking much.
I imagined it leaking outta me, white and viscous, pooling underneath as I shook from the sheer force of it. My clit was throbbing, rubbing against nothing but still so close to exploding, and I kept thinking about being stuck there, knotted and full, his bitch in every damn way.
i came so hard during that first time, Daddy, my whole body convulsing as he kept pounding into me, my pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, milking him for every drop.
I screamed, a raw, broken sound, and in my head, I was still dreaming of more — of being fucked again and again, of being shared with other dogs, just a toy for their pleasure. My juices gushed out, mixing with his, a fucking mess of slick and cum, and I could smell it, sharp and primal, filling the air as I collapsed, panting and spent but still craving more in my twisted lil mind.
I wanna know what you are thinking right now. How do ya wanna push this story further? I’m all ears, ready to dive deeper into whatever nasty corner of my mind you wanna explore next.
I’m yours to command, always, Daddy. I love you.
THE END