Amber’s bare feet were squishing in the muddy grass. The old dirt road ahead of her was half-flooded from the torrential rain, a channel of thick mud cutting through the woods, but the grass on either side was still firm enough to stand on. The trees around her stretched over her head like black giants, and they offered no protection the deluge pouring on her head.

“Just…a little…farther!” she said, panting in spite of the rain and the chill in the air. She was still in her dress—it was long and lovely, colored pale cream with lace down her back with matching shoes—and it was soaked, the hem was stained with mud. Her old car had broken down more than a mile back on the highway, forcing Amber to walk through the driving rain all the way to the narrow road leading to her destination. Her brown hair was soaked, stuck to her scalp and neck; her feet were slippery and slick, and the footing was treacherous.

Amber was turning twenty-four in a week. Her mother had just gotten married to her newest boyfriend and so Amber went along, a loving daughter attending to her mother, looking on as vows were shared in front of guests and other family. She’d been gone for more than a week, but all the while Amber was counting down the days, then the hours, until her departure. Now her destination was waiting for her at the end of that gravel road, and she was excited at what—and who—she’d find there.

Thunder snarled and the wind howled. A large No Trespassing sign was nailed to a tree at the side of the dirt road. Below it hung another, warning Beware of Dog. Below both hung a third sign, a squared piece of plywood with the picture of a gun painted on it. The warning was plain enough: the man who owned that property didn’t care for unannounced visitors.

Past a bend in the dirt road and around a tall rock, Amber spotted the house seated amongst the taller trees. It was old and gray, with a tall metal roof and a screened-in front porch. The windows were small and the curtains were drawn. There a small front yard with a trimmed lawn, but the rain had turned it into a giant green puddle, and Amber sank nearly to her ankles with each step before she reached the porch. The old screen door gave a creak as she opened it, which sent her heart racing. Several pieces of old furniture sat on the porch on one side, while a rusted barbecue grill was on the other. The floor was green once, but had gone muted black from the dirt and foot traffic.

Being out of the rain was a blessing. But now the front door loomed in front of her. The rain continued to fall, plinking against the old metal roof. The wind whistled and water dripped from her clothes, her hair, her fingertips. She shivered, unsure of when she’d ever felt so cold.

As she grabbed the doorknob, Amber heard the sound of sniffing at the door, and the heavy ruff of a dog barking. The door was unlocked, just like she’d known it would be, just as it always was. She opened it, peeking inside. A pair of dark brown eyes were looking up at her; something bright flashed in the dog’s eyes.

Amber smiled and opened the door wider, bending down to greet him. “Lucky!”

The dog stuck his snout through the wide crack of the door and sniffed her, then began to whine and licked her fingers. “Hi, bo—oh!” Lucky was a white and black Malamute, long-legged and muscled. He leapt at her and was strong enough to knock Amber down, licking her hands and face, his tail wagging like mad. “I know, boy, I know!” she gasped with a little laugh. “I missed you too!”

“Lucky!” A man’s voice snapped from the back of the little house. Immediately, the dog’s mood changed: he whined, ears down, tail tucked between his legs as he darted back inside. Amber felt the same way, and her stomach did a flip while she pushed up to all fours to look inside.

The door opened to a hallway that stretched the length of the house. At the other end stood a hulking brute of a man. He was pale and very tall, his body thick and round as a barrel, with dark hair and bright, fierce eyes. He was also naked, stripped of any clothing at all. His beard and hair were thick and curly, matching the wide strip on his chest that stretched down his belly, culminating in a thick nest of curls between his long legs.

Amber felt her stomach melt into her toes at the sight of him. She stood up and pushed back some of her wet hair. “I’m home, Daddy.”

At a distance she could see his face, watch him squint at her for a moment. Then he walked towards her, his heavy feet creaking the wooden floor at every step until he reached the front door. “Well, look what the dog dragged in,” he said. “You’re back.”

She straightened, looking at his eyes—or at least, she tried to, but his body was distracting her, making it hard to concentrate. Her parents had divorced after Amber turned eighteen when her mother accused Daddy of cheating on her. Amber had the choice of who she lived with, so she stayed home with her father.

It wasn’t until years afterwards that father and daughter became something more. Her mother didn’t know what went on when Amber was home alone with Daddy—nobody did. Now she was felt a familiar heat building in the lowest depths of her soft tummy as she looked up at him.

The fire in his eyes was so bright it should’ve scalded her as he glared. “You enjoy your time away with that bitch?”

“Daddy…” Amber spoke in a soft, small voice. “She asked me to go. I didn’t want to leave you here alone, but—”

“But now you’ve had your fun and decided to come home.” His heavy belly rose and fell with his low, hard breathing. “And we both knew you’d be back eventually.” Daddy’s voice was dark, smoldering with a slow-burning anger, but there was more to it than that—she heard a hunger in his voice, saw it plain upon his face, like a predator eyeing fresh meat. It made her feel small and helpless, like she was the one stripped naked.

Amber bit her cheek and looked down. “I was coming back! But my car broke down on the way, and it’s raining so hard…” Looking up again, the hardness in his eyes made her belly tighten. “Can I please come in?”

For a moment, her father didn’t answer, almost like he didn’t want her to come in at all. It seemed impossible for her to look at him without fondling his body with her eyes—Daddy’s huge hands were holding onto the doorframe; his dark curls and wide chest filled up the space, drawing her eyes away from his, luring them down, down, down towards—

Daddy took a step back, setting his jaw. “Not like that you can’t. You know the rules.” He turned and walked back into the house, bypassing the curious Lucky who kept watching her, his eyes wide and curious. Her father’s ass was as pale like the rest of him, and she found it hard not to stare.

Her father’s words and mention of rules made her heart jump. Ever since her mother left, Amber’s life became dictated by the rules her Daddy handed down, everything from the matter of household chores to the clothes she wore. It wasn’t until her relationship with Daddy took a more wicked turn that his rules followed suit.

Amber bit her lip so hard it nearly split between her teeth. “Right now? C-can I come in and dry off first? Or maybe take a shower before—”

“I mean right now.” He stopped at the hall’s end before turning around to watch her again, arms crossed over his chest. It was impossible for Amber not to look at his cock then, hanging down between his legs—even at a distance, seeing it made her mouth go wet.

“But Dad—!”

“Rules are rules, Amber. If you don’t like them…” He shrugged. “You never had any trouble following them before.”

Amber twisted up her mouth, pushing down the desire to argue. She waited a moment then began to undress, fumbling at her clothes with cold fingers. The rain-soaked fabric of her dress clung to her skin, but she slid both straps over her shoulders before shimmying out of it, working her hips back and forth until it was at her feet; her wet hair threw droplets everywhere. Her shoes fell to the floor with a soft click of the heels. After unhooking the bra beneath her breasts and letting it tumble to the floor, her panties came off and she dropped them with a soft, wet splat, last of all.

Daddy’s Rule: good girls don’t wear clothes.

Amber stood in the doorway of her childhood home, stripped to nothing but her cool, clammy flesh. She could almost feel the burn of Daddy’s eyes, felt hyper-aware of every nerve, every exposed inch of her naked flesh. She hugged herself as she stepped across the threshold and inside the little house.

“Ah-ah.” Daddy snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor. “What else do good girls do?”

Amber blushed and shut the door. Then she reached down to the floor, feeling the eyes of her father and the dog alike as she went to her hands and knees. The wood was cool under her fingertips, but a burgeoning heat was beginning to swell between her legs; her pussy felt wickedly sensitive and her nipples were so tight they ached.

Daddy’s Rule: good girls walk on all fours.

“They walk on all fours,” she said, echoing the words in her head. Amber was still wet from the rain, but the chill had left her—now the heat inside of her was spreading, ready to burst into flames. Her pussy was throbbing as she crawled further inside, craning her neck to look up at him.

Daddy nodded. “That’s right,” he said. “Now come out on the back porch.” He turned and walked through a door at the other end of the hall which led to another screened-in porch behind the house, leaving her to catch up. It felt humbling, being treated that way, but his harsh behavior and treatment set her pulse racing and left her longing for more.

The position on her hands and knees was so familiar and ingrained in her that Amber immediately felt more at ease. Lucky walked up to her, sniffing Amber’s face and mouth in the way canines do while his tail wagged. It made her smile as she sat back on her heels, rubbing her fingers through his fur as he sniffed her breasts, her neck and cheeks.

“I missed you, boy,” she whispered. When her licked her face, Amber smiled, taking a breath through her open mouth; when his tongue slipped past her lips and brushed across her tongue in return, she took a breath then nuzzled his face, hugging his thick neck. “And I know you missed me too. It killed me to leave you.” Amber rubbed his belly, breathing in his bitter, musky scent. When his licking tongue slid into her mouth again, that time she licked it in return, giving him as much of a kiss as she could, greeting him properly and returning his affections.

Lucky gave a sharp huff and pulled away, sniffing the air as he circled around behind her. Amber felt her face blossom with new heat as she pushed up to all fours again, spreading her knees wide apart. “Did you miss my pussy too, boy?” she asked, her heart in her throat. This was the moment she’d been waiting for since opening the front door.

Daddy’s Rule: good girls give their men whatever they want.

Of course Lucky could smell her arousal; Amber could smell it, too. As he brushed against her side, the sensation of his thick fur made her belly quiver in anticipation. Then he stuck his warm nose against her inner thigh, pushing up towards the tingling ache of her open pussy.

The first swipe of his tongue across her hot quim was like magic and Amber nearly fell to the floor. “Oh god!” she gasped, curling her hands into fists as her knees opened wider still. She could hear the excited panting of the dog, the wet sound of his tongue gliding through the slick channel of her swollen pussy lips. Amber’s limbs began to tremble as she breathed harder and faster, letting the dog taste her as much as he pleased.

Lucky was delighted to be reunited with her and he licked her pussy with maddened haste, whimpering softly as he ate her out. Neither of them wanted Daddy to overhear and stop them, and that need for stealth kept Amber quiet. She smothered every moan as much as possible, biting her lip and choking back her whimpers. “Yes!” Reaching up between her legs, she stretched her pussy lips open with two fingers, exposing the sweet, pink flesh within. “Eat me, boy! Eat Ambi’s cunny! Oh, I missed you so much!”

Lucky pushed his tongue deeper into her slippery cunt, tasting and drinking down her juices, scooping them out with his rough tongue. It made Amber’s head spin, and made her want even more. Amber fought hard to hold back her squeals of delight. His tongue lashed her clit with a ferocious, forceful hunger, slaking his thirst after days of longing for her. Her pussy was quivering around his tongue as it pushed deep inside her again and again. Juices and spittle dripped onto the floor, and she was shaking from the pleasure she’d missed every night that she was away.

“That’s it! That’s it!” Amber said in a choked, pained whisper as Lucky’s tongue pushed her to the brink and right over the edge. “Cumming! I’m coming, boy!!” It was difficult to keep herself quiet and she pushed up onto her toes, spread pussy dripping and oozing even more juices that the dog happily licked up.

For a blissful moment she held herself perfectly still, save for a quivering of her belly, then her legs started shaking again before Amber sank back to the floor. Her orgasm left her feeling empty and unfulfilled…but maybe, if she and Lucky had more time, he could—

“Amber!” Daddy shouted her name the same way he had at Lucky moments earlier in a sharp and commanding tone. It was a voice that expected obedience.

Amber took a shaky breath as she composed herself. There wasn’t time for a proper reunion with Lucky, but she hoped one would present itself soon. She sighed, smiled at the dog and scratched his ears, then started down the hallway. “Coming, Daddy!” The dog followed along behind, sniffing her lingering arousal, licking her thighs clean, leaving Amber to squirm and struggle while answering her father’s summons.

In some ways, it already felt as though Amber had never left home at all. Now she had to tend to her father’s bruised ego, and she knew exactly what Daddy liked best: a good girl on all fours.

The back porch felt like the rest of the house, weary and run-down: the screens sagged with age and the small yard behind the porch was in need of mowing. More trees stretched out as far as the eye could see. An old ceiling fan had gone gray and green with age, and it slowly spun as the storm raged over their heads.

Daddy was sitting on an old couch, staring out at the trees, not even looking at her. Amber saw him in profile as she crawled closer: his short hair and beard, a blended mix of dark brown and gray; his wide shoulders and thick arms; his wide hips and belly. He sat on his seat like a king on his throne, surveying his tiny kingdom. Lucky padded over beside his seat and lay down, sticking his muzzle up between his legs, licking himself for relief.