The day she turned eighteen, everything changed between us. No more pretending. She walked into the living room in nothing but a tiny tank top and panties, her tits pushing against the thin fabric, nipples hard. "Dad, I know you've been staring at me for months," she said, voice low and dirty. "I want your cock. Now."
I didn't waste time with words. I grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her ass was perfect, round and firm. I yanked her panties down and slapped her cheek hard. "You want Daddy's dick, you little slut? Then you're getting it raw."
She moaned and pushed back against me. My cock was already rock hard, thick and veined. I spit on her pussy and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was soaked. "Fuck me, Daddy. Shove it in."
I slammed into her in one thrust, burying every inch deep in her tight cunt. She screamed and gripped the couch cushions. Her walls clenched around me like a vice. I didn't go slow. I fucked her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Skin slapped skin. Her juices coated my shaft and ran down her thighs.
"That's it, take Daddy's cock," I growled, grabbing her hips and pounding deeper. "This pussy is mine now." She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her voice breaking as she begged for more. "Harder, Daddy. Use your daughter's cunt."
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the floor, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen, dripping. I shoved back in and hammered her, watching her tits bounce. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. "I'm gonna cum on your dick," she panted. Her body shook as she came, pussy pulsing and squirting around me.
I didn't stop. I pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed her face down. This time I aimed higher, pressing the head of my cock against her tight asshole. "You want it all, don't you?" She nodded, ass lifting. I worked my cock into her ass inch by inch until I was balls deep. Then I fucked her ass just as rough, reaching under to finger her pussy at the same time.
She came again, screaming my name, body trembling. I felt my own orgasm building. I pulled out of her ass, flipped her back, and straddled her chest. "Open your mouth." She did, and I stroked my cock until thick ropes of cum shot across her tongue, her lips, and her tits. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her fingers.
We didn't stop there. That night turned into days. On the kitchen table I ate her pussy until she flooded my face, then fucked her standing up against the fridge. In the shower I soaped her up and bent her over, driving into her from behind while hot water ran over us. She rode me on the bed, grinding her clit against me until she came twice, then I flipped her and fucked her missionary, legs over my shoulders, pounding her cervix until she begged me to fill her.
Every time she called me Daddy it made me harder. Every time I called her my dirty little girl she came harder. We talked filthy the whole time. "Your cock feels so good stretching my cunt, Daddy." "That's right, milk Daddy's dick with that tight pussy." No guilt, no hesitation, just raw need.
By the end of the weekend her body was covered in my marks and cum, and she was already planning the next time she'd sneak into my bed. We both knew this was only the beginning.
