I walked into the house after my shift at the diner, still in my tight uniform, and daddy was waiting in the living room. He didn't say hello. He just pointed to the floor in front of his chair. My pussy clenched right away because I knew what that meant.
At twenty-two I was supposed to be out on my own, but daddy had made it clear months ago that my place was here, on my knees, as his slave.
"Strip," he ordered, voice low and rough. I dropped my clothes where I stood, tits bouncing free, nipples already hard. My shaved cunt was wet before my panties hit the floor. Daddy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick cock, veins bulging along the shaft. "Crawl over here and suck it like the incest slut you are."
I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled straight to him. No hesitation. I opened my mouth and took his cock deep, gagging when it hit the back of my throat. Daddy grabbed my hair and fucked my face, using me exactly how he wanted. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits while he pumped in and out. "That's my good girl. Daddy's little slave loves choking on her own father's dick, doesn't she?"
I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan. My cunt dripped onto the carpet. He pulled me off after a few minutes, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. "Bend over the arm of the couch. Spread those ass cheeks."
I obeyed instantly. I leaned over, reached back, and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my tight asshole and dripping pussy. Daddy stood behind me and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating it in my juices. Then he slammed into my cunt in one hard thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning so good. He fucked me rough, hips slapping against my ass, balls swinging and hitting my clit with every stroke.
"Whose slave are you?" he grunted, pounding harder.
"Yours, Daddy. I'm your incest slave. Use my holes however you want."
He pulled out and pressed against my asshole. I pushed back, relaxing the way he'd trained me. His cock slid into my ass, filling me completely. I moaned loud, pushing my face into the couch cushion while he railed my ass. One hand reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. "Come on Daddy's cock while I fuck your ass, slave."
My orgasm hit fast and dirty. My ass clenched around him, pussy squirting a little onto the floor. Daddy kept thrusting through it until he pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across my spread cheeks and lower back. He rubbed it in with the head of his cock, marking me.
After that night it became our routine. Every evening when I got home I stripped at the door. Daddy used my mouth, my cunt, my ass whenever he felt like it. Sometimes he made me wear a collar with "Daddy's Property" engraved on the tag and nothing else around the house. I'd cook dinner naked while he fingered me from behind, keeping me on edge until he decided to bend me over the counter and fuck me.
One weekend he invited his buddy over, but only after making me sign that I understood I was still only his. The buddy watched while Daddy made me crawl and beg for cock. "Tell him what you are," Daddy ordered.
"I'm Daddy's incest slave. I fuck my own father because he owns this pussy."
The buddy stroked himself but didn't touch me. Daddy wanted the humiliation, not sharing. After the guy left, Daddy rewarded me by tying my wrists to the bedposts and eating my cunt until I came three times, then fucking me slow and deep while I called him Daddy over and over.
Months passed like that. I stopped thinking about moving out. My life revolved around serving him. Mornings I woke him with my mouth. Afternoons he texted me instructions for when I got home. Evenings he used me until I was sore and satisfied. The taboo of it never faded; it only got hotter. Knowing I was letting my own father turn me into his personal fucktoy made every orgasm stronger.
One night he had me on all fours in the middle of the living room, a plug in my ass and his cock in my pussy. He leaned over my back, breath hot on my ear. "You're never leaving, are you, slave?"
"No, Daddy. This cunt belongs to you. I'll be your slave forever."
He came deep inside me, filling my pussy with his load. When he pulled out he made me push it out so he could watch it drip down my thighs. Then he had me lick him clean while he told me how proud he was of his obedient incest slut.
I stayed right there on the floor afterward, head resting on his thigh, his hand stroking my hair. The house was quiet except for our breathing. I was exactly where I belonged: Daddy's slave, used, marked, and completely his.
