I never planned on sliding my cock into my own daughter, but the second she turned twenty-one and started walking around the house in those tiny shorts with no bra, I knew it was only a matter of time.
She was home from college for the summer, all long legs and tight ass, and every time she bent over the kitchen counter I got hard as steel. One night after her mom went to bed early, she came into my study wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties. "Daddy," she said, voice low and dirty, "I saw you watching me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
I didn't waste time with talk. I stood up, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved my tongue down her throat while my free hand yanked those panties aside. Her cunt was already soaked. Two fingers went straight in, pumping her hard while she moaned into my mouth. "That's it, you little slut," I growled. "You've been teasing Daddy's dick for weeks."
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet and pulled my cock out. No hesitation. Her warm mouth wrapped around the head and she sucked like she'd been practicing on campus boys. I fucked her face, holding her head steady, watching spit drip down her chin onto her tits. When I was close I pulled out, bent her over the desk, and slammed into her from behind in one rough thrust.
Her pussy gripped me like a vice. I pounded her hard, the desk shaking, her moans getting louder. "Fuck me, Daddy, fill me up," she begged. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I drove deeper, balls slapping against her.
She came first, cunt pulsing and gushing around my shaft. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into my daughter's tight hole.
We didn't stop there. Every night after that she snuck into my room. I'd wake up to her riding me, tits bouncing, whispering the filthiest shit: how she wanted Daddy's cum in her ass, how she touched herself thinking about me. One morning I woke her up by eating her pussy until she screamed, then flipped her over and took her ass for the first time, slow at first then rough when she started pushing back.
By the end of summer she was my personal fuck toy. Bent over the washing machine while her mom was at work. On her knees in the garage sucking me off before dinner. She loved when I called her my dirty little incest whore and came harder every time I said it.
We kept it going even after she went back to school. She'd text me videos of her fingering herself in the dorm, begging for the next time Daddy could stretch her open again. I never felt guilty. She wanted it as bad as I did, and the filthier we got, the hotter it burned.
