I never planned for it to happen, but once it started there was no stopping. My daughter turned twenty-one last month, and she came home from college for the summer looking like she knew exactly what she wanted. Long legs, tight little body, and that mouth that used to pout at me now curved into a smirk every time she caught me staring.
One night the house was quiet. Her mom was out of town. She walked into the living room wearing nothing but one of my old T-shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. She stood in front of the TV and said, “Dad, I’m not a kid anymore. Stop pretending you don’t want to fuck me.”
I should have told her to go to bed. Instead I stood up, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her against me. My cock was already hard, pressing against her stomach. “You want it dirty, baby? You want your father to ruin you?”
She nodded, eyes wide. I yanked the shirt over her head.
Her tits bounced free, nipples stiff. I shoved two fingers straight into her cunt and found her dripping. “Fuck, you’re soaked for daddy’s cock already.”
I pushed her down onto the couch, spread her legs, and buried my face between them. I licked her hard and fast, sucking her clit while I finger-fucked her. She grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth, moaning, “Yes, daddy, eat your little girl’s pussy.” Her juices ran down my chin. When she came she screamed and flooded my tongue.
I didn’t give her time to recover. I stood, dropped my pants, and slapped my thick cock against her wet slit. “Beg for it.”
“Please, daddy, shove it in me. I want my father’s dick stretching me open.”
I slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. She was tight and hot, clenching around me like she was made for it. I fucked her rough, the couch creaking, her tits bouncing with every drive. Skin slapped skin. I told her exactly what I was doing: “Taking my own daughter’s cunt. Filling the hole I made. You’re such a filthy little slut for daddy.”
She came again, walls pulsing, crying out my name. I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and drove back in from behind. I gripped her ass, spread her cheeks, and watched my cock disappear into her again and again. “Look at that greedy pussy swallowing daddy’s dick.”
I reached under her and rubbed her clit in fast circles. She came a third time, shaking and babbling. I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her. I stayed inside her until every drop was buried.
We didn’t stop there. I carried her to my bed and we went at it until the sun came up. She rode me, sucked me, let me fuck her ass while she fingered herself. Every time she called me daddy it made me harder. By morning she was leaking my cum from both holes and smiling like she’d won.
That summer became a blur of raw, secret fucking. Every chance we got I bent her over, pinned her down, or let her climb on top. She loved it filthy and she loved it from her father. And I gave it to her exactly the way she asked: hard, deep, and without a single apology.
