My name’s Riley. I just turned 19 last month. I go to community college part-time and still live at home in our big two-story house in a quiet suburb outside Atlanta. Mom’s a nurse and works night shifts three or four times a week. That leaves me and Daddy alone a lot.
Daddy—his real name is Mike—is 44, 6’2”, broad shoulders from years of construction work before he switched to managing crews. He’s got that rough, salt-and-pepper look: short beard, thick arms, and a deep voice that makes my stomach flip even when he’s just asking me to pass the remote.
For the last year or so I’ve caught him staring. Not the innocent “my baby girl’s growing up” kind of look. The hungry kind. When I wear my tiny sleep shorts and a cropped tank with no bra, his eyes lock on my tits. When I bend over to grab something from the bottom drawer in the kitchen, I feel his gaze burn into my ass. And yeah… I’ve noticed the bulge in his sweatpants getting thicker every time I “accidentally” brush against him.
Last Friday Mom left for a double shift at 6 p.m. She wouldn’t be back till morning. I waited till 10, showered, and put on the sluttiest thing I own: a sheer white babydoll nightie that barely covers my ass, no panties, no bra. My nipples were already hard just thinking about what I was about to do.
I walked downstairs barefoot. Daddy was on the big sectional in the living room, lights dim, some action movie playing low. He was in gray sweatpants and nothing else. The outline of his cock was obscene even soft.
“Hey Daddy,” I said sweetly, walking right in front of the TV so he had to look at me.
His eyes darkened instantly. “Jesus, Riley… what the hell are you wearing?”
I twirled slowly, letting the hem ride up so he could see the bottom curve of my ass. “Just something comfy. It’s hot tonight.”
He swallowed hard. “Go put some goddamn clothes on before I lose my fucking mind.”
I stepped closer instead. “You don’t like it?”
“Riley…” His voice was a warning growl.
I dropped to my knees between his spread thighs, hands sliding up his hairy legs. “I’ve seen you looking, Daddy. Every time I walk around half-naked. Every time I ‘forget’ to close my bedroom door when I change. You get hard for your own daughter, don’t you?”
His jaw clenched. “Watch your fucking mouth, little girl.”
I reached up and palmed the thick ridge in his sweats. He hissed but didn’t push me away. “I want this cock, Daddy. I’ve been touching my pussy thinking about it for months. You gonna keep pretending you don’t want to fuck your dirty little slut of a daughter?”
That did it.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so I was looking up at him. “You want it? Then beg like the whore you are.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, rubbing my face against the bulge like a needy kitten. “Please fuck me. Stretch my tight little cunt with your big dick. I’ve been such a bad girl… I need my daddy to punish me with his cock.”
He shoved his sweats down. His dick sprang free—thick, veiny, at least 8 inches, uncut, the fat head already leaking. It smelled musky and masculine and made my mouth water.
“Open,” he barked.
I did. He slapped the heavy shaft against my tongue a few times, then shoved in deep. I gagged hard but he didn’t care. He fucked my throat like it was a pussy, grunting filthy shit the whole time.
“That’s it… choke on Daddy’s dick, you nasty little bitch… bet your friends at school don’t know what a cock-hungry slut you really are… fuck, your throat’s tighter than your mom’s ever was…”
Tears ran down my cheeks but I kept sucking, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head every time he pulled back. Drool dripped onto my tits, soaking the sheer fabric.
After a few minutes he yanked me off by the hair. “Up. On the couch. Ass up, face down.”
I scrambled to obey, kneeling on the cushions, arching my back so my pussy was on full display. I was dripping—literally dripping—down my inner thighs.
He knelt behind me, slapped my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Look at this pretty pink cunt. So fucking wet for your own father. You’re disgusting, Riley.”
“Yes Daddy… I’m your disgusting little whore… please…”
He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, teasing my clit till I was shaking. Then—without warning—he slammed in to the hilt.
I screamed into the cushion. It hurt so fucking good. He was so thick it felt like he was splitting me open.
“Fuck—tight as a goddamn virgin,” he growled, gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d bruise. “This pussy was made for Daddy’s cock, wasn’t it?”
“Yes! Yes Daddy—fuck me—use me—ruin me—”
He started pounding. Hard. Deep. The wet slapping sound filled the room. Every thrust shoved me forward; my tits bounced under the nightie. He reached around and pinched my nipples till I cried out.
“Gonna fill this slutty hole up,” he panted. “Gonna pump my cum so deep in my own daughter’s cunt she’ll be leaking me for days. You want that, baby? Want Daddy to breed you like a cheap fucking whore?”
“Yes—please—breed me Daddy—cum inside me—make me yours—”
He grabbed my throat from behind, pulled me up so my back was against his chest, still railing me mercilessly. His other hand found my clit and rubbed fast circles.
“Come on my cock, Riley. Come like the filthy cumslut you are. Show Daddy how bad you need it.”
I shattered. My whole body locked up, pussy clamping down on him like a vice. I screamed his name—“Daddy! Daddy! Fuck—!”—and squirted all over his balls.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, growling, “That’s it… milk Daddy’s dick… fuck—here it comes—”
He buried himself balls-deep and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded me. I could feel every pulse, every spurt painting my insides. He kept grinding into me even after he finished, making sure every drop stayed buried.
When he finally pulled out, a gush of his cum ran down my thighs. He scooped some up with two fingers and shoved them in my mouth.
“Clean it, slut. Taste what Daddy gave you.”
I sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them.
He collapsed beside me, breathing hard, pulling me against his sweaty chest.
After a minute he kissed my forehead—soft, almost tender.
“Next time Mom’s on nights… you’re sleeping in my bed. No clothes. Understand?”
I smiled against his skin. “Yes Daddy.”
He smacked my ass lightly. “Good girl.”
And just like that… everything changed.
Damn
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