In the dim glow of my bedside lamp, I turned another page of my novel, barely noticing the words as they blurred together. My nightie clung softly to my skin, a thin barrier against the chill that seemed to seep in through the walls of our old house. It was late, far later than Dad usually got home. My ears were tuned to the familiar creaks and groans of the house, longing for the sound of his keys in the door.
Finally, the front door creaked open. I glanced at the clock—nearly midnight. Sighing, I marked my place in the book and slipped out of bed, my feet padding softly across the cold floor.
“Dad?” I called out as I descended the stairs. The faint light from the streetlamps outside filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room where he stood, shoulders slumped, loosening his tie.
“Hey, pumpkin,” he replied, his voice weary. “Sorry, I’m so late. Had a lot to wrap up at the office.”
I walked over to him, noticing the deep lines etched across his forehead and how his frame sagged with fatigue. “You look exhausted,” I said, reaching out to steady him as he swayed slightly.
“Yeah, it’s been a rough one.” He managed a weak smile and sank into the nearest chair. “Just a lot of deadlines and not enough hands. It’s taking its toll, I guess.”
I crouched down in front of him, concerned. “You’re always taking on so much, Dad. You need to take care of yourself too.”
He chuckled softly, the sound tinged with resignation. “I know, I know. But I’ve got to keep things running for us.”
I reached out, gently massaging the back of his hand. “Let me help you relax at least. How about a massage? You’re always saying your back is killing you.”
He looked at me, his eyes softening. “That sounds nice, Kelly. Thank you.”
I helped him to his feet and guided him towards the sofa. “Take off your shirt, lie on your stomach, and relax. I’ll get some oil and be right back.”
As I warmed the massage oil in my hands, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this quiet moment with him. Despite the stress and the late hours, moments like these were our little bits of peace—rare and precious.
“Ready?” I asked, spreading the warm oil across his tired muscles.
“Ready,” he sighed, finally relaxing under my careful hands.
As I worked the tension from his shoulders, I made a silent promise to myself to find more ways to help him and ease his burden. He did so much for us; it was time I started giving back.
As I massaged his broad shoulders, the tension melted beneath my fingers. My hands trailed down his back, kneading out the knots and tangles that had built up over the long hours at the office. His breath grew more profound and slower as he relaxed under my touch, and I felt the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. He was pretty chubby; I used to call him my cuddly teddy bear growing up.
I spent a good while on his back and decided to work on his front. “Turn over, Daddy. Let me do your front,” I said as he rolled over.
“Ah, that feels so much better, Kelly,” he said, his eyes closing in bliss as I began to massage his chest. I watched as his muscles relaxed under my touch, his breathing deepening as I worked my way down to his stomach.
My hands wandered lower, tracing the lines of his abs and feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers. I couldn’t help but notice how his cock strained against the fabric of his pants, a testament to his arousal.
“Daddy, your… Omg, your cock is getting hard,” I whispered, unable to keep the smirk off my face.
He opened his eyes, a look of surprise and embarrassment crossing his face. “I… I’m sorry, Kelly. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Don’t be sorry, Dad,” I said softly. “It doesn’t look comfy; I mean, my whole point is for you to be relaxed and tension-free. I can help, as I want you to relax.” I said as his face looked awkward.
“I-I don’t know, Kelly,” he stammers, shifting uncomfortably under my gaze. “This isn’t really appropriate.”
As I lean over him, continuing to massage him, I notice why he’s so hard. He can see down my nightie, but I haven’t got a bra on.
“Dad, it’s okay,” I reassured him, my voice gentle. “I’m your daughter, and I love you. I want to help you relax and feel good.” I let my hand rest on his hard cock, feeling it twitch beneath my fingers.
“Kelly, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he said, hesitating.
“Dad, trust me,” I said, my voice firm. “I know what I’m doing. I want to make you feel good.” I began to rub his cock through his pants, feeling it grow harder under my touch.
He let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly as I continued to massage him. “Oh, Kelly, that feels so good,” he said, his voice strained.
As my hand worked his cock through his pants, I could feel the heat radiating off of him.
“Dad, take off your pants,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitated momentarily but then acquiesced, shimmying out of his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free, long and hard, the veins standing out in relief against his skin.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling the weight of it in my palm. I began to stroke him, slowly at first, but then picked up the pace as he moaned and writhed beneath me.
“Kelly, oh god, that feels so good,” he groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure.
I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy aching with need. I couldn’t resist any longer. I pulled my nightie off, and just in my panties, I straddled him, positioning my pussy above his cock. I stretched the material of my panties and lowered down on his pointing-up hard cock. I couldn’t believe what I was doing; I was riding my dad’s cock.
I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling it slide inside me with a delicious warmth and fullness. I couldn’t help but moan as I began to ride him, my hips moving in slow, sensual circles as I savoured the feeling of him inside me.
“Oh, Kelly, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I moved against him.
“You feel so good, too, Daddy,” I murmured, leaning down to press my lips against his neck. My tits dangled in his face. I whispered into his ears, “I want you to take all your frustration out on my pussy,” as I said that, still inside me, he rolled us over so he was on top of me. “Ok, I will take my frustrations out on your pussy, princess; I would hold on to the couch hard for this sweetheart because I have years of frustration, and it’s going to be pretty fucking rough, so hold on.”
As he thrust into me, I could feel the fullness of his cock, the way it filled me up and touched every inch of me. His hips slammed into mine, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing through the room. I moaned and gasped beneath him, my fingers digging into the couch as he took me roughly.
He began to pound into me with a ruthless intensity; each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body. My tits bounced wildly with each impact, my nipples hardening to painful points as I cried out in ecstasy.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy! Harder!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with desire.
“Goddammit, yes!” I cried out, my words barely coherent as he thrust into me harder and faster. I felt myself stretched to the brink, my pussy wet and swollen, gripping him tightly as he plunged deeper.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he took me with a primal urgency. His cock slammed into me again and again, filling me up completely as he grunted and groaned above me.
“You like that, princess?” he growled, his eyes dark and intense as he stared down at me.
“Yes, Daddy! I love it! Don’t stop! Remember, give everything you fucking got, Dad, mmmmmm fuck,” I begged, my words barely coherent as he fucked me with everything he had.
The couch rocked and groaned under their combined weight as Dad’s body slapped against my soaking pussy with every hard thrust. The room filled with the wet, squelching sounds of our sex and moans and gasps of pleasure.
My tits bounced wildly as her Dad took me so fucking hard and roughly, his cock pumping me hard with each impact. My fingers dug into the couch as I screamed in ecstasy, begging for more.
“Ugh, ah mmmmm… yes.. yes… oh fucking hell,” I was sweating as he just kept fucking me. He then put each of my legs over his shoulders and pulled me up a little, “Now, really hold on sweetie”, and he piled driver my poor cunt hard.
As he piledrived my pussy, I could feel him going deeper than ever before, filling me up completely with each hard thrust. His balls slapped against me, the sound mingling with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles clenching around his cock as he fucked me with all his might.
“Oh, Daddy, I’m going to cum!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
He grunted in response, his thrusts growing harder and faster as I felt myself on the brink of release. The room spun around me, the sound of our bodies slapping together and my screams of pleasure echoing in my ears.
With one final thrust, I felt myself cum, my pussy tightening around his cock in waves of pleasure as he groaned and grunted above me. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, each pulse sending another shockwave of pleasure through my body. My pussy exploded all over his cock and the couch; I couldn’t catch my breath and didn’t get a chance because Dad was far from finished. It’s like he forgot I was his daughter and just went utterly psycho on fucking my cunt super hard.
“Oh, fuck, Kelly!” he cried out, “FUCK ARGH” he picked up the pace and now was putting me in a doggy-style position and holding my ass cheeks as he kept slamming and ramming his cock in and out of me while I rubbed my clit.
He was fucking me so hard that I could barely hold myself up on the couch. My arms trembled with the effort of keeping myself in place as he took me roughly from behind. His cock slammed into me again and again, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room.
“Daddy, you’re going to make me cum again!” I gasped, my voice strained with pleasure. Omg, I have never been fucked like this before. My pussy was aching, and he was just a beast; he turned from a stressful loving dad into a sex machine starved all these years, and me providing my pussy for him. Well, he’s destroying me.
As he continued to fuck me with wild abandon, I could feel myself slipping closer and closer to another orgasm. My body trembled with pleasure, my pussy clenching around his cock as he pounded into me.
“Oh, fuck, Kelly!” he cried out, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt himself nearing the edge. “I’m going to cum soon, fucking hell, your pussy is so… so good, sweetie, god. I shouldn’t be doing this.” He picked up more pace. I felt drops of his sweat land on my back as he continued to hammer the living shit out of my pussy, still in a doggy-style position.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Kelly!” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached the brink. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the head pressing against my cervix as he let out a guttural moan.
With one final thrust, he emptied himself inside me, his hot cum filling me up and spilling out around his cock. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged and uneven as he tried to catch his breath.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I gasped, my breathing uneven as I tried to process what had just happened. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, the slick feeling a reminder of what we had just done.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, as we both tried to come back to reality. The room was silent except for our heavy breathing and our hearts pounding in our chests.
“Kelly, I… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong of me. Especially been so rough with you.”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” I said softly, turning to face him.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and desire. “But you’re my daughter, Kelly. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”
I shook my head, my hand reaching out to cup his cheek. “Dad, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions. And I wanted this. I wanted you.”
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I know, Kelly. But it’s still not right. I should have controlled myself better.”
I leaned up and kissed him again, more insistently this time. “Dad, it’s okay. Really. I’m not upset or angry. I want you to hold me and tell me everything will be okay.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “Everything is going to be okay, Kelly. I promise.”
