I walked into the house after midnight, still buzzing from the club, my short dress riding up my thighs. Dad was waiting in the living room, lights low, whiskey in hand. He looked me over slow, eyes locking on my tits barely covered by the thin fabric.
"Been out acting like a little slut again?" he said, voice low and rough.
I dropped my bag and stepped closer. "Maybe. You gonna do something about it, Daddy?"
He stood up, set the glass down, and grabbed my wrist. "Get your ass over here." He yanked me against him, one big hand sliding straight under my dress to cup my bare pussy. No panties, just like I planned. Two thick fingers shoved inside me without warning, pumping hard. "Already wet. Fucking knew it."
I moaned and spread my legs wider. "Been thinking about your cock all night, Daddy. Want you to fuck me stupid."
He growled and pushed me down onto the couch, yanking the dress up over my head. My tits spilled out and he slapped them, then sucked a nipple hard while his fingers kept drilling my cunt. "You want Daddy's dick? Say it right."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Use my pussy like you own it."
He unzipped, pulled out that thick, veiny cock I'd been craving, and slapped it against my clit. Then he drove in balls-deep in one thrust. I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist. He fucked me rough, the couch creaking, his hips slamming so the wet sounds filled the room.
"Take it," he grunted. "This is what you get for dressing like a whore. Daddy's cock stretching that tight little hole."
I clawed his back, meeting every thrust. "Harder, Daddy. Wreck me."
He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed back in. One hand fisted my hair, the other reached around to rub my clit fast and mean. I came hard, pussy clenching around him, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding, calling me his dirty girl, his fucktoy, his secret slut.
When he was close he pulled out, flipped me again, and shoved his cock between my tits.
I pushed them together while he thrust, then he aimed at my open mouth and came thick and hot across my tongue and face. I swallowed what I could, licking my lips while he watched.
He didn't let me rest. He hauled me to the bedroom, bent me over the bed, and ate my ass while fingering my pussy again. Then he lubed up and pushed his cock into my tight hole, slow at first, then deep and steady until I was begging for more.
Hours later, covered in sweat and cum, he finally let me pass out with his fingers still inside me. Morning would bring round two. I already knew I'd wake up with Daddy's cock in my mouth.
