She was twenty-five when it finally happened, but that didn't stop her daddy from treating her like his personal fucktoy the second he got her alone in the house.
He had come home from work pissed off and horny, the way he always did lately. The door slammed. She was in the kitchen in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, bending over to grab a beer from the fridge. Her ass cheeks hung out the bottom of the cotton, round and soft. He didn't say a word. Just walked up behind her, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her upright.
"Daddy, what the fuck—"
"Shut your mouth." His voice was low and rough. One hand shoved between her legs, fingers yanking the panties aside. He found her pussy already slick. "Look at that. Wet for your old man again. You been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
She tried to twist away, but he was bigger, stronger. He spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table, the wood cool against her tits. Her tank top got ripped up over her head. He kicked her legs apart.
"No, Daddy, not like this—"
He spit on his fingers and shoved two straight into her asshole. She cried out, body jerking. He worked them in deep, twisting, stretching. "This tight little shithole is mine tonight. Been saving it for me, right? No more pussy. You're getting fucked in the ass like the incest slut you are."
He pulled his cock out—thick, veiny, already leaking. He rubbed the fat head against her spit-slick hole, then pushed. She screamed as the crown popped inside. He didn't wait. He drove forward in one hard thrust, burying every inch of his dick in her ass. Her walls clamped down, burning, stretching around him. He groaned like an animal and started pounding.
Her cheek pressed to the table. Each slam of his hips sent her forward. His balls slapped her empty pussy. He reached around and rubbed her clit hard while he wrecked her ass. "Take it. Take Daddy's cock in your ass. You love this shit. Your little hole is squeezing me like it wants more."
She sobbed but her cunt dripped onto the floor. He noticed. Laughed. Pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in. Her legs were pushed up to her chest, knees by her ears. The new angle let him go deeper. He fucked her ass in long, brutal strokes, watching his cock disappear between her cheeks.
"Look at you. Daddy's little anal whore. Forced or not, you're gonna come with my dick in your guts."
He spit on her clit and rubbed faster. Her body betrayed her. The pressure built until she came hard, ass pulsing around his cock, juices squirting from her pussy. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out, dragged her to the floor, and made her kneel.
"Open."
She did. He shoved his cock—still shiny from her ass—into her mouth. She tasted herself. He fucked her throat for a minute, then hauled her up again, bent her over the couch this time, and went back to her ass. He came deep inside her, flooding her guts with hot cum. When he pulled out, it leaked down her thighs.
He wasn't done. He made her ride him on the couch, her ass swallowing his cock again while he slapped her tits and called her his forced incest fuckhole. By the time he filled her a second time, she was shaking, used, dripping, and already wanting more.
He left her there on the couch, cum running out of her wrecked ass, and went to get another beer.
She stayed exactly where he left her, legs spread, waiting for round three.
