Daughter Has Sex with Dad to get what she wants


All people in this story are 18+, and it is a fictional story with made-up characters.

“Please, Dad, I need that car,” I pleaded, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes.

“Why should I? Look, you’re 18 years old, Samantha. Save up for it,” he said, his hands on his hips as he glared down at me.

“Just buy her the car, John,” my mum spoke up, her voice firm as she glared at my dad.

“NO, Karen. She needs to learn that I can’t always give handouts.” Fuck, now they’re arguing. I stormed off into the living room, my heart racing.

Mom stormed towards the front door a moment later. “Different if it was one of the sluts at your work with their tits hanging out their tops, you soon give them handouts. I ain’t fucking stupid, John,” she said, slamming the door behind her.

Shit, I better check on her. I quickly ran outside to find her smoking a cigarette in her car. I approached her cautiously, my heart still racing.

“Are you and Dad OK? What did you mean about the sluts at his work?” I asked, sitting down on the wall next to her.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Sam,” my mum said, her voice calmer now as she rolled down the window. “Your father has a dirty mind sometimes; he’s obsessed with sex and young girls.”

“I’m going for a drive, Sam,” my mum said, starting the car. “You stay here and think about what you want to do.”

Surely there was something I could do to get what I wanted. I had an idea as I went back into the house, so he likes young sluts, does he? I went into my room looking for my wardrobe for revealing clothing.

I rummaged through my wardrobe, looking for something to show off more skin. I found a tight crop top and a pair of short denim shorts. I quickly got undressed, took off my bra, and changed into them, looking at myself in the mirror. My tits were practically spilling out of the top, and my ass was on full display in the shorts. I took a deep breath and headed back downstairs.

“Dad, please, I really need that car. I’ll do anything,” I said, biting my lip seductively.

He looked at me for a moment, his eyes still glued to my tits. I could see the lust in his eyes, and I knew I had him. I looked at his crotch, and it looked very strained. Omg, I was giving my Dad a hard-on.

“Sweetie, I said no. I am really sorry,” he sighed.

“Dad, I’ll do anything,” I repeated, as I couldn’t believe putting myself in this situation.

“What do you mean anything, I said no,” he said sternly.

I moved closer to him, my tits brushing against his chest as I looked up at him with my most seductive gaze. I bit my lip again and whispered, “I could… I mean, I… Listen, I’ll suck your cock, Dad. Just give me the car.”

His eyes widened in shock, but I could see the lust in them as well. He hesitated momentarily before saying, “Samantha, HOW DARE YOU, no. That’s not right. I am your DAD.”

I could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his morals and his desire. I leaned in closer, pressing my tits against his chest as I whispered in his ear, “But you want it, don’t you? You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? I know you have.”

He let out a low groan as he felt my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. I could feel his cock growing harder in his pants as I continued to whisper filthy things in his ear. “I’ll get on my knees right now, Dad. I will suck your cock while mums out. I’ll take your cock in my mouth and suck it until you cum. Just get me the car, please, Daddy.”

He looked at my cleavage again, “Why are you dressed like that, Samantha? Please, you’re my daughter. This doesn’t seem right.”

“Dad, I’m desperate here,” I said, pressing my tits against his chest as I looked up at him with a pleading gaze. “I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your pants. Just get me the car, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

He hesitated for a moment longer before finally giving in. “Fuck, Samantha, you’re killing me,” he groaned as he reached down and unzipped his pants.

I dropped to my knees in front of him on the kitchen floor, pulling his cock out of his boxers. It was long and thick, just like I had imagined. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it as I leaned in and took the tip in my mouth.

“Ah fuck, Samantha, that feels so good,” he groaned, his head falling back as he closed his eyes.

I took more of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head as I began to suck harder. He let out a low moan as he reached down and threaded his fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly as he began to fuck my mouth.

“Ungh, yeah, just like that, baby,” he grunted, his hips thrusting forward as I continued to suck his cock.

I took his cock out my mouth with a pop sound; I gave him a handjob while looking at him, “I want that car Daddy, I need it.”

I put it back in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down on his hard throbbing cock. I can’t believe I am sucking my dad’s dick on the family kitchen floor.

I could feel his pre-cum on my tongue as I continued to suck and stroke his cock with my hand at the same time. His breathing became ragged, and I knew he was close. I took his cock back in my mouth, sucking harder and faster as I felt him reach the edge.

Oh fuck, you’re such a good girl… Ugh, fuck yes, suck it, baby, he groaned as his hands stroked my hair, gripping tightly. I could feel his pleasure building as my head bobbed faster and faster. I could feel the pressure getting to him as his cock twitched and jerked in my mouth, and he groaned out, “Ungh Fuck, fine, you want a car. You will fucking earn it.” With that, he roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head off his cock. I was left disoriented and confused as he pulled me up and spun me around, bending me over the kitchen counter.

“Daddy?” I questioned, bewildered by his sudden change in behavior. Before I could even finish, he quickly pulled my shorts down, not hesitating for a moment as he stretched my panties over my ass cheek and left them resting there. Omg, he started eating my asshole at the same time as rubbing my clit, his fingers working furiously against the swollen nub.

“Mmmm, fuck,” he groaned, plunging his tongue between my ass cheeks as I moaned with pleasure. My body trembled with anticipation as he continued to devour my ass. I could feel the pleasure building inside me as he rubbed my clit with an intensity that had me squirming against him.

He then stood up and pressed his hard cock against the opening of my pussy. I couldn’t wait any longer. “Omg, Daddy… You… you going to fuck me!” I cried out, eagerly pushing back against him as he thrust into me. The feeling of his cock stretching my pussy was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

“To fucking right I am,” he said as he slammed his cock in and out of my pussy, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen. I could feel his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Ughh ughh,” I moaned as I gripped the kitchen counter, trying to hold on as he pounded me hard. With every thrust, he grunted and groaned, the sound of his pleasure fueling my own. The feeling of him taking me like this on the kitchen counter was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

My pussy was fucking drenched, and I could hear the sickly wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me. He reached around and started rubbing my clit, sending waves of filthy pleasure coursing through my dirty fucking body.

“Oh god, dad, your fucking cock,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. “It feels so fucking good inside me, you filthy bastard.”

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he grunted, as he picked up speed, slamming into me like a fucking freight train. My ass cheeks slapped against him loudly, the sound echoing through the room.

His grunts filled the air, drowning out my soft moans as he drilled into me with ruthless abandon. He reached around and grabbed hold of my hips, digging his fucking fingers into my soft flesh as he pounded me from behind. My body shook with each savage thrust, and the pleasure was building inside of me, threatening to send me over the edge at any moment.

“Fuck, yes, Samantha,” he groaned, the sound of his voice vibrating through me. His cock felt so fucking massive inside of me, his girth stretching my pussy to its limit as he plunged in and out with enthusiasm.

I could feel his balls slapping against me with each thrust, and the sensation was driving me wild. I moaned louder, begging him to fuck me harder. “Daddy, please, give it to me. I need it. I need your cock, mmm fucking my pussy,” I cried out, my voice trembling with pleasure.

Oh, fuck. He was really going at it, his cock slamming into me with such force that I could feel it deep inside my pussy. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through my body, my cervix taking the brunt of his relentless pounding. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by my moans and his grunts.

“Ungh, fuck, yes. You’re such a dirty girl, Samantha. Taking your daddy’s cock like this,” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he drilled into me from behind. I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh, leaving bruises on my skin as he claimed me with his cock. The scent of our sex filled the air, a mix of sweat, lust, and the musky smell of his cock.

“Yes… yes I do Mmmmm fucking hell… Ohhhh ughh, fuck me harder,” I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. I wanted him to fuck me harder, to take me roughly and leave me sore and satisfied. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back, my skin slick with a mixture of his sweat and mine.

I could feel myself getting close, my pussy clenching around his cock as I felt the familiar tension building inside of me. “Daddy, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your cock,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked back at him over my shoulder.

He didn’t slow down, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt me getting close. “Cum for me, Samantha. Cum all over my cock,” he growled, his voice low and guttural as he took me with a primal intensity that left me breathless. I could feel the sweat dripping into my eyes; my vision blurred as I focused on the feeling of his cock inside of me.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as I came hard around his cock. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt me tightening around him. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, and I knew he was close.

“Daddy, give it to me. Cum inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me,” I begged, my voice pleading as I looked back at him over my shoulder.

He didn’t hesitate, his cock pulsing inside of me as he filled me with his hot, sticky cum. I could feel it leaking out of me, running down my thighs as he grunted and kept on going hard at me, “Ungh fuuck.” The feeling of his cum inside of me was intense, a reminder of our filthy, passionate encounter.

He slowed down his thrust until he eventually pulled his dick out of my cum stained pussy. I could feel the cool air on my swollen, sensitive flesh as he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied all at once.

“That was fucking amazing, Samantha. You’re such a dirty girl, taking my cock like that,” he said, his voice low and guttural as he looked down at me with a mixture of lust and pride.

I could only nod, still too breathless to speak, as I basked in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, a reminder of our filthy, passionate encounter.

“Oh my god, Daddy,” I whispered, still reeling from what we had just done. “I can’t believe we just fucking did that.”

“I know, baby,” he said, his voice still thick with desire. “But you got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but…” The sound of the front door slamming shut cut me off. I quickly pulled my panties back up and tugged my shorts into place just as Mum walked into the kitchen.

Dad hastily stuffed his cock back into his pants just as Mum turned to look at us.

“Did you get what you wanted, Sam?” Mum asked, her eyes flicking between us.

“Oh yeah, I sure did,” I said, still in shock.

“Good,” Mum said, turning to the living room. “You look a little flushed. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I was doing some… exercises,” I stammered, still trying to catch my breath.

“Okay, sweetie,” she said, settling on the couch. “You seem a little out of breath. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, smiling.

Dad gently slid his hand between my legs and gave my pussy a little squeeze through my jeans, sending a shiver down my spine. “Looks like we might have to get you a new car after all.”


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