She walked into the house after midnight, her tight tank top clinging to her sweat-slicked tits and her short skirt barely covering her ass. Her father sat in the living room, beer in hand, eyes locking onto her the second she stepped inside. He was forty-eight, broad-shouldered, and the way he looked at her lately made her cunt throb every time.
"Dad," she said, voice low and husky. "Couldn't sleep?"
He set the bottle down. "You know why I'm up, girl. That little outfit you're wearing is gonna get you in trouble."
She smirked and walked closer, hips swaying.
"Maybe I want trouble." She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her wet pussy. "I've been thinking about your cock all day."
His hand shot out and grabbed her thigh, fingers digging in hard. "You keep talking like that and I'm gonna fuck you right here on this couch."
"Good." She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His hard dick pressed against her through his jeans, thick and ready. She ground down on it, rubbing her soaked panties over the bulge. "I've wanted this for months. Your big cock stretching my tight little cunt."
He groaned and yanked her tank top down, exposing her full tits. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hands shoved her skirt up around her waist. He ripped her panties aside and shoved two fingers straight into her dripping hole.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growled against her breast. "Dripping for your own father."
She moaned and rocked on his fingers. "Been wet for you since I turned eighteen. Now fuck me. Fill me up."
He didn't wait. He unzipped his jeans, pulled out his heavy cock, and slammed it up into her in one rough thrust. She cried out, cunt clenching around every inch as he buried himself balls-deep. He grabbed her ass and started pounding up into her, hard and fast, the couch creaking under them.
"That's it, take Daddy's cock," he snarled, slapping her ass. "Ride it like the dirty little slut you are."
She bounced on him, tits bouncing, pussy squelching wetly with every stroke. "Harder, Dad. Fuck your hot girl harder. Stretch my cunt."
He flipped her onto her back on the couch, yanked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The angle let him pound her deep, hitting her cervix with every thrust. Her juices ran down his balls as he fucked her relentlessly, skin slapping loud in the quiet house.
She came first, screaming, cunt spasming around his dick. He didn't stop. He kept slamming into her through the orgasm, then pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and shoved back in from behind. He gripped her hips and railed her, grunting with every thrust.
"Gonna fill this pussy," he warned. "Gonna pump my load deep in my daughter's cunt."
"Yes," she gasped, pushing back against him. "Breed me, Dad. Cum inside me."
He buried himself to the hilt and exploded, hot spurts of cum flooding her. He stayed inside her, grinding as he emptied every drop. When he finally pulled out, thick white cream leaked from her swollen pussy lips.
She turned her head, panting. "Round two in your bed?"
He stood, cock already twitching again. "Get your ass upstairs. And leave the skirt on."
She obeyed, already dripping fresh arousal down her thighs as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. The night was just getting started.
