I stumbled into the house, trying to close the door quietly. It didn’t work. The door creaked and slammed, and I winced. Great. I could already imagine Dad waking up. My heels clacked against the tile floor as I headed straight for the kitchen, tugging at my black dress’s hem that suddenly felt too short and had a low-cut front.
I opened the fridge, digging through for something—anything—to soak up the alcohol swirling in my stomach. The faint smell of fruity vodka clung to me like a bad decision, and my hair was a mess. I caught my reflection in the microwave door and cringed.
The sound of footsteps made me freeze. I turned, and there was Dad, standing in the doorway in his sweatpants and a worn-out t-shirt, his glasses missing, probably because I’d yanked him out of bed. His face was tight with frustration.
“Oh… hey, Dad,” I said, trying for casual but stumbling a bit as I closed the fridge. “Did I wake you?”
His arms crossed, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned me from head to toe. “Amy, you’re drunk,” he said flatly. “Where have you been? It’s almost three in the morning, for crying out loud. Look at yourself. You’re a mess.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What could I say? I was definitely a mess.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been? All night, wondering if you were okay. And this—this is how you come home? Smelling like a bar? Stumbling around in the middle of the night?” His voice was sharp, but there was something under it, something heavier. Worry.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” I mumbled, trying to sound sincere but knowing I probably wasn’t pulling it off. I walked toward him, my heels clicking loudly, and looked up at him with my best innocent expression. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I… I love you.”
His jaw tightened, and I saw him fighting with himself. He wanted to believe me, but I’d pulled this kind of thing too many times.
“Don’t think you can charm your way out of this, Amy,” he said, shaking his head. “We’re going to have a serious talk in the morning. You’re eighteen, but that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. This has to stop.”
I swallowed hard, my stomach flipping, and not just from the vodka. I hated seeing him look at me like that. Disappointed. Hurt.
“Go to bed,” he said finally, stepping aside. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I nodded, suddenly feeling very small. My feet dragged as I climbed the stairs, the adrenaline from the night fading fast. I wouldn’t say I liked how my actions seemed to put that weight on his shoulders.
But as much as I hated it, I knew myself. This wasn’t the last time I’d mess up. I just hoped I’d figure things out before I made a mistake I couldn’t fix.
I went upstairs to bed got out all my clothes and just put on my satin nightie while leaving my underwear off. I pulled on the satin straps of my nightie, sitting on the edge of my bed with my head still spinning. The alcohol buzz wasn’t as fun anymore. It had dulled into something heavy, sitting in my chest and making my breathing hard. I hated how I’d left things with Dad.
He was probably lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how he’d raised a daughter who couldn’t keep her act together. That thought made the guilt worse, pressing against the edges of my mind like a tight vice.
I couldn’t leave it like this.
Without thinking it through, I pushed myself up, swayed a little, and steadied myself against the wall. My bare feet padded softly across the hall to Dad’s room. I paused at his door, debating if this was a terrible idea, but the words were already spilling out before I could stop myself.
I knocked lightly, hiccupping. “Dad?”
There was a long silence. I almost turned back, but then I heard him sigh.
“What is it, Amy?” His voice sounded tired, but not angry.
I opened the door just enough to peek in. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlight filtering through the curtains. Dad was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here, dealing with me.
“Can I—can I talk to you?” I asked, my voice small, unsteady.
He raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t tell me no. Instead, he patted on the bed, his face unreadable.
I stepped inside, crossing my arms over my chest like I was cold, even though the room wasn’t. I climbed into his bed next to him, avoiding his eyes, twisting my fingers together.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice cracking a little. “I know I screwed up. Again.”
Dad sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Amy, it’s not just tonight. It’s been happening a lot lately. You come home late, you’re drunk, you don’t call…” His voice softened as he went on. “You’re young, I get it. You’re trying to have fun. But you’re my daughter, and I worry about you. You don’t think about what could happen out there, but I do.”
I bit my lip, my eyes stinging a little. I hated crying, especially in front of him. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I don’t know. I feel like everyone’s expecting me to have it all figured out, and I don’t. So I go out with my friends, and it’s fun, but then…” I trailed off, gesturing vaguely at myself, sitting there in my wrinkled nightie with my messy hair and smudged makeup.
Dad pulled me into a hug, and for a second, I didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t the kind of hug you brush off or squirm out of; it was the kind that made you stop like everything bad in the world paused for just a moment. His arms wrapped around me, steady and warm, and I felt myself sink into it despite the guilt still gnawing at me.
“You’re my daughter, Amy,” he said quietly, his voice close to my ear. “I don’t care how many times you screw up; I’m always going to love you. But I need you to take care of yourself. I need you to think about what you’re doing because one day it might be too late to fix.”
I then accidentally touched his crotch and felt his cock getting hard through his boxers.
“Oops, am… am so sorry Dad,” I said feeling very embarrassed. The thought of him hard, did I do that, was it my cleavage?
“It’s okay,” he said gruffly, trying to brush it off as if nothing had happened looking at my cleavage for just a moment. “Just… be careful next time.”
“Dad I want to…” I sighed “I want to make it up to you.”
“What do you mean, Amy?” Dad asked, his voice rough with sleep. His eyes were half-closed as he tried to focus on me in the dim light of his bedroom.
I took a deep breath, feeling the alcohol swirling in my stomach again. “I want to make it up to you,” I repeated slowly, trying to sound confident and not like a drunk girl who didn’t know what she was doing. “You know… make it right between us.”
Dad raised an eyebrow at me sceptically. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
I put my hand on his bulgy crotch and rubbed his shaft through the material of his boxers.
“Amy, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse with surprise.
“I want to show you how sorry I am,” I said softly as I began to slide down his boxers.
His eyes widened in shock as I revealed his thick, erect cock. It was bigger than I expected, and it pulsed with a life of its own. My heart raced as I took in the sight of him naked from the waist down.
“Amy,” he groaned, his voice low and urgent. “This is wrong. We can’t do this it is…”
He was cut off by my mouth around the head of his penis as I sank onto him, my lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge before plunging back down onto him.
“Oh God, Amy,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “You have no idea how good that feels. Shit, I should be stopping you.”
I looked up at him with sultry eyes and moaned softly around his cock as I sucked harder on it. My saliva dripped down onto his balls.
I sucked on his cock with a hunger that surprised even me. I wanted to make him feel good, to show him how sorry I was for worrying him. And as I sucked and licked, feeling his cock grow harder in my mouth, I realized that maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
His hands found their way into my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft as he thrust gently into my mouth. His moans grew louder and more urgent with each passing moment until finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“You suck better than your mom, oh fuck suck it, baby,” he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.
I pulled away with a pop noise off his cock, “How about you put this somewhere else dad, I am so wet. My pussy is dripping for it.”
“Sweetie we can’t, I can’t have sex with my girl,” he said while I was stroking his cock. I let go of his cock and took off my nightie and laid on my back completely naked.
He stared at my pussy, “You have a beautiful cunt sweetie. Shit, sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”
I moaned softly, arching my back as I reached down to touch myself. I was soaked through and through, and the scent of my arousal filled the air between us. My fingers slid effortlessly over my slick folds, parting them to expose my swollen clit. As I began to stroke myself in earnest, he watched with wide eyes.
“You like watching your daddy’s little girl touching her cunt?” I teased him gently. His eyes flicked up from where they’d been riveted on the scene between my legs and locked onto mine.
He climbed on top of me, he was so turned on and he couldn’t fight it he wanted to fuck me badly.
“Ungh,” he grunted, his cock throbbing against my cunt. I felt the head of it pressed up against my pussy lips, he pushed it inside and started sliding back and forth along the wetness that had pooled there. His hands slid under my ass, lifting me up to meet him as he thrust forward.
“Ohh,” I moaned softly, feeling him fill me up with his hardness. He was so thick and long; it felt like he was stretching me open in all the right ways. My eyes fluttered shut as I savoured the sensation of being filled by him.
“Amy… oh, baby, your cunt is so wet and tight,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low and harsh with lust. I clenched around him reflexively at the crude words, a guttural sound of pleasure escaping my lips. He thrust deeper inside me, sliding his hands from my ass to wrap tightly around my thighs.
“Ungh,” he groaned as he rammed his cock into me harder this time. I could feel it hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust—that place that made every nerve ending in my body sing with pleasure.
“Fuck my pussy, mmm ahh fuck yes daddy harder, ahhh fuck,” I moaned loudly as his bed squeaked under us.
“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, arching my back off the bed to meet his every thrust. His hands slid up from my thighs to wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to him as he drove deeper inside me than ever before.
“Fuck,” he muttered hoarsely under his breath as he rammed himself into me over and over again without mercy or hesitation. Sweat dripped down onto our skin as we moved together in perfect harmony; two bodies becoming one in a dance of lust and love that transcended all boundaries of propriety or decency.
“Ahh yeah, Ummm dad, don’t stop ah… ahh yes,” his cock felt really good and I mean the best cock ever.
I was soaking wet and enjoying every thrust. The smell of our sex filled the room, making me feel even more aroused. His cock was sliding in and out of my pussy with such ease that it felt like we were made for each other.
“Harder, Dad!” I moaned, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock.
He grunted as he thrust into me more forcefully, his ball sack slapping against my ass with each motion. My tits were bouncing wildly, and I could hear the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my soaking-wet cunt with every thrust.
It was as if we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. As his cock slammed into my cunt over and over, I couldn’t help but wonder how many other times this had happened in our house.
“Fuck my wet pussy, dad! Mmmm yesss oh God yesss daddy, make me fucking cum on your big fucking cock,” I screamed with pleasure. “Don’t you fucking dare stop!”
I felt like an animal as he pumped his man meat deep into my throbbing pussy. It was a whirlwind of dirty talking and wild moaning – the sounds of us getting off on each other echoing throughout the bedroom.
“I’m so fucking close, Amy!” he gasped, his face flushed with pleasure. “Oh God, I’m gonna fill your little pussy up with every last drop of my cum.”
His hands grabbed my ass tightly as he ploughed into me like a wild beast, the headboard slamming against the wall. His cock was sliding in and out of me faster than I could keep track of, filling me up completely before pulling back again only to slam deep inside me once more. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last as he rammed his man meat into my cunt with an animalistic hunger that took my breath away.
“Yes, Daddy yes! Fuck that wet pussy until you shoot your load deep inside it,” I screamed back at him, feeling a powerful orgasm building within me. My whole body trembled beneath him as his cock continued its relentless pounding into my swampy gash; ploughing my cunt and filling my pussy with his hot creamy cum.
My hands grabbed onto the sheets as I screamed out my own release, my entire body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably beneath him. It was like an earthquake – a massive wave of ecstasy that washed over me in one swift motion. The sensation was intense and overwhelming; it completely consumed me until there wasn’t anything left but pure pleasure coursing through every fibre of my being.
Dad didn’t slow down one bit – not even for a second!
He kept on fucking me, pounding into my soaking wet pussy with wild abandon. His cock was a blur as it slid in and out of me, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside my cunt. I could feel every inch of him – every vein, every ridge – as he plunged deeper and deeper into me.
His face went all tense and red as he couldn’t hold back any longer and he moaned out my name, “Amy!” as he pumped his hot, thick load of cum deep inside my pussy.
I could feel every hot, thick spurt as it filled me up to the brim. He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. I could feel my own heart pounding against his chest as we lay there together, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
“Oh, Dad,” I moaned softly into his ear. “That was amazing!”
He didn’t say anything at first – he just held onto me tightly like he was afraid I might slip away from him if he let go even for a moment. But then finally – hesitantly – he whispered back to me, “Amy…what have we done?”
“You had fun didn’t you,” I whispered back, running my fingers through his hair. “We both did. It’s okay, Dad. I don’t regret it.”
He sighed heavily, his breath warm against my neck. “I should have stopped you,” he said, his voice full of regret. “I should have never let it go this far.”
I kissed his forehead, my lips lingering on his skin. “But you did,” I said softly. “And I loved every second of it. Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re happy.”
He didn’t say anything else after that. He just held me tighter, his arms wrapped around me like a protective shield. And as I lay there in his embrace, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over me, with my tits pressed against his chest.