She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. At nineteen she knew exactly what she was doing. Her nipples poked hard against the thin cotton and her bare thighs rubbed together as she poured herself a glass of water. He sat at the table pretending to read the paper, but his cock was already thick and heavy in his jeans.
"You've been teasing me all week," he said, voice low and rough. "Walking around half naked, bending over in front of me, calling me Daddy like it's nothing."
She turned, leaned back against the counter, and spread her legs just enough to let him see the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy. "Maybe I want you to do something about it, Daddy."
He stood up fast. In two steps he had her pinned, one hand gripping her throat, the other yanking the shirt up over her tits. "You want Daddy's cock? Say it."
"I want Daddy's cock," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me like the dirty little girl I am."
He spun her around, bent her over the table, and kicked her feet apart. His fingers shoved between her thighs and found her already dripping. Two thick digits sank straight into her cunt with a wet sound. She moaned and pushed back, fucking herself on his hand.
"Look at this greedy pussy," he growled. "Soaking wet for your own father. You been thinking about this? Thinking about Daddy stretching you open?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Every night. I touch myself and pretend it's you."
He pulled his fingers out, wiped her juices across her ass, then freed his cock. It slapped heavy against her cheek before he lined up and drove in hard. One long, brutal thrust buried him to the balls. She cried out, back arching, cunt clenching around the sudden invasion.
"Fuck, that's tight," he snarled, gripping her hips and pounding into her. The table legs scraped across the floor with every thrust. Her tits bounced against the wood. Wet, filthy sounds filled the kitchen as he fucked her like he owned her.
She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider for him. "Deeper, Daddy. Use me."
He slammed harder, balls slapping her clit. One hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back. "You like being Daddy's little incest whore? Say it."
"I'm Daddy's little incest whore," she moaned, voice shaking. "Fuck your daughter, Daddy. Fill me up."
He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles while he kept driving into her. Her legs started to tremble. She came hard, cunt pulsing and squirting around his cock, juices running down her thighs. He didn't stop. He fucked her straight through it, using her orgasm to make her even wetter and louder.
When he was close he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back inside. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her whimper.
"Gonna come in this pussy," he warned. "Gonna pump my daughter full of cum. You want that?"
"Give it to me," she begged. "Breed me, Daddy. I want every drop."
He buried himself deep and let go, cock jerking as thick ropes of cum flooded her. She clenched around him, milking every spurt, moaning his name like a prayer. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked from her stretched hole and ran down her ass.
He dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them clean, eyes glassy with lust.
"We're not done," he said, already getting hard again. "Get on your knees. Daddy wants that pretty mouth next."
She slid off the table and dropped immediately, looking up at him with her lips parted and his cum still glistening on her chin. "Yes, Daddy. Use my mouth too."
He fed his cock between her lips and started fucking her throat in long, steady strokes while she gagged and drooled around him. One hand held the back of her head, the other reached down to pinch her nipples. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him throb.
This was only the beginning of the night. By morning every hole she had would be sore and leaking, and she would still be begging for more.
