She came home from college for the summer and everything changed in one hot, sticky night. I was in the kitchen pouring a drink when she walked in wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts that barely covered her ass. At twenty-two she still looked like trouble, the kind I had tried to ignore for years. Her nipples poked hard against the thin cotton and her thighs were smooth and bare.
"Daddy," she said, voice low and teasing, "you've been staring at me all week."
I set the glass down. "Don't call me that right now."
She stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. Her hand slid down and cupped my cock through my jeans. It was already half-hard and getting thicker fast. "Why not? You like it when I say it. I can feel how much."
I grabbed her wrist but didn't pull her away. Instead I pushed her palm harder against my growing bulge. "You've been doing this on purpose, walking around half-naked."
She smiled, dirty and knowing. "Maybe I want you to do something about it."
That was all it took. I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. The shirt rode up, exposing her bare ass and the slick pink folds between her legs. She was already wet, glistening. I yanked my zipper down and pulled my cock out, thick and heavy. No slow build-up. I rubbed the head along her slit once, twice, then shoved inside in one rough thrust.
She gasped loud, gripping the edge of the table. "Fuck, Daddy, yes."
I didn't hold back. I fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping against her ass with every stroke. The wet sound of her pussy taking me filled the room. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, moaning like she had been waiting for this. Her cunt squeezed tight around my shaft, hot and dripping.
"Harder," she begged. "Use me."
I reached under and rubbed her clit in quick circles while I pounded her. Her legs shook. She came with a sharp cry, juices running down her thighs. I kept going, driving deeper, balls slapping against her. When I was close I pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees. She opened her mouth without being told and took my cock straight down her throat. I held her head and fucked her face until I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean.
After that night it became our routine. Every chance we got we fucked like animals. In the shower she dropped to her knees and sucked me while hot water ran over us. I bent her over the bathroom sink and slammed into her from behind, watching her tits bounce in the mirror. She would whisper filthy things the whole time.
"Fill your daughter's pussy, Daddy. Make it drip."
I did.
I came inside her again and again, watching my load leak out of her swollen cunt when I pulled out. She would reach down, scoop it up with her fingers, and lick them clean while looking me in the eyes.
One afternoon on the couch she climbed into my lap, naked, and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion. She rode me slow at first, rolling her hips, then faster, grinding her clit against me. I grabbed her ass and spread her open, thrusting up to meet her. She came hard, soaking my balls, then kept riding until I shot deep inside her again.
We never talked about stopping. She would text me during the day: "Come home early. I need Daddy's dick." I'd find her waiting on the bed, legs spread, fingers playing with her wet pussy. I'd bury my face between her thighs first, licking and sucking her clit until she screamed, then flip her over and take her from behind, pounding her until the headboard slammed the wall.
By the end of the summer she was sleeping in my bed every night. She would wake me up with her mouth around my cock or by sliding onto it while I was still half-asleep. I would roll her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and fuck her slow and deep until she begged for it rough again. Sometimes I held her wrists above her head and used her like a toy, driving into her until she was shaking and begging to come.
The last weekend before she went back to school we barely left the house. We fucked on every surface. I took her against the front door the second she walked in from the store, her shorts around one ankle, my cock buried to the hilt. She came twice before I finished inside her. Later that night she rode my face while I stroked my cock, then turned around and sucked me while I licked her from behind.
She left with a smile and a promise. "We'll keep adding to the collection when I visit."
I watched her drive away, already hard again thinking about the next time she would call me Daddy and spread her legs.
