As I stumbled through the door, my head was spinning from the alcohol that had flowed freely at the party. I was supposed to be the responsible adult, but one drink had led to another, and now I was completely wasted. I couldn’t even remember how I got home.
My daughter, Emma, was sitting on the couch, her face red and puffy from crying. I felt a pang of guilt as I remembered that her boyfriend had cheated on her. She had called me earlier, begging me to come home and comfort her. I had promised her that I would, but I had failed to keep my promise.
“Dad, where were you? I needed you,” she sobbed as I collapsed onto the couch beside her.
“I’m so sorry, Emma. I was at a party, and I lost track of time. I should have been here for you,” I said, trying to sound sober and apologetic.
“It’s okay, Dad. I know you would have been here if you could,” she replied, sniffling and wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to me. The scent of her shampoo and the warmth of her body comforted me, and I felt a sudden urge to protect her from all the pain in the world.
“I promise you, Emma, I will make it up to you. We’ll have a fun night together, just the two of us,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic and convincing.
“Okay, Dad. Let’s have fun,” she said, forcing a smile and trying to be brave.
I decided that we should play a game to lighten the mood and distract her from her heartbreak. I suggested wrestling, and she agreed, even though I was much older and bigger than her.
“Okay, Dad, let’s wrestle. But I’m warning you, I’m not going to take it easy on you,” she said, jumping up from the couch and assuming a fighting stance.
We began to wrestle, laughing and joking as we tumbled around the living room. I was surprised at how strong and agile she was, and I was determined to win.
As we grappled, I accidentally grabbed her nightie, and one of her boobs fell out of the top. I quickly covered her up, feeling embarrassed and guilty.
“Sorry, Emma. I didn’t mean to do that,” I said, trying to sound sincere and not creepy.
“It’s okay, Dad. It happens. Let’s just keep wrestling,” she replied, giggling and trying to act cool.
We continued to wrestle, our bodies slipping and sliding against each other. I could feel the heat of her skin and the softness of her curves, and I felt a strange and unfamiliar stirring in my groin.
“Dad, you’re getting hard,” she said, noticing my erection and looking surprised and amused.
“I’m sorry, Emma. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just really drunk,” I said, trying to make light of the situation and hoping that she wouldn’t be offended or disgusted.
“It’s okay, Dad. I’m kind of turned on too. We’re both adults, and we can handle it,” she said, surprising me with her maturity and openness.
“Are you sure, Emma? We shouldn’t do anything that we might regret,” I said, trying to be responsible and cautious.
“I’m sure, Dad. Let’s just have fun and see where it goes,” she replied, her eyes glittering with excitement and desire.
Without another word, she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer and grinding her hips against mine. I felt her warmth and wetness through my pants, and I knew that I couldn’t resist her any longer.
“What you doing Emma,” I said, stroking her thigh and feeling the softness of her skin.
“You can… you can you know if you want, Dad. I’m surprised on how hard you are to say you are totally shit faced drunk haha. Go on put it inside me,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation and lust.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I was too horny and drunk to care about the consequences. I pulled down her nightie, revealing her perky breasts and firm nipples. I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting it gently. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest against my face.
I undid my pants and pulled out my cock, which was throbbing and leaking with pre-cum. She looked at it with a mixture of fear and fascination, and I could tell that she had never seen a grown man’s cock before.
“Are you sure you want this, Emma? We can stop if you want,” I said, trying to be a gentleman and respect her boundaries.
“I’m sure, Dad. I want you inside me. I want to feel you fucking me,” she replied, spreading her legs wide and pulled her panties aside and inviting me to enter her.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, which were filled with a mixture of lust and fear. I hesitated for a moment, but then I thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke.
She cried out in pleasure and pain, her nails digging into my back as I began to fuck her. I was surprised at how tight and wet she was, and I felt like I was going to explode inside her.
“Fuck, Emma,” I groaned, my voice low and husky. “You feel so good.”
“I know, Dad. You feel amazing too,” she replied, her voice trembling with pleasure and desire.
I leaned down and kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing and exploring each other’s mouths. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat and the sweetness of her breath, and I was lost in a haze of lust and desire.
I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips and positioning myself behind her. I thrust into her again, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. I fucked her harder and faster, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I pounded into her.
“Da-” she moaned as I pounded her cunt harder her ass cheeks slapping against me as I fucked her from behind.
“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “So hard…”
“That’s it, Emma,” I growled, my voice rough with desire. “Take it like a good little girl. Ahh fuck your pussy feels good, I… I should stop this.”
“Stop? What do you mean stop, daddy?” Emma’s voice was husky with need, her breaths quick and shallow. “I want more, Dad. I want you to fuck me so hard that I cum.”
Her words ignited a hunger in me that made my blood sing. Yeah, right. That’s what I’ve always been about, teaching daddy’s girls just what they want. And she wanted this, wanted me to take control, to dominate her. This little princess was ready to be spoiled rotten.
I flipped her over, her whimpers turning into full-blown groans as I pinned her arms above her head. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, taking in every inch of me. Heat radiated from her body, a tangible thing that I could feel against my own. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re going to cum for me, baby girl,” I whispered, my voice rough with dominance. “And I’m going to be the one who makes you.”
I pressed my weight into her, making her cry out.
“Ahh fuck da- dad, I can’t believe you made me with this cock and now…”
The thought popped into my head, 19 years ago I fucked my wife her mom and now 19 years later I am using the same cock that made her and up her juicy cunt.
“Ahhh harder… ahh yes,” she moaned as my hips stroke her ass cheeks as the rattled.
I slammed into her, a primal urge driving me deeper and faster. Emma’s cries grew louder, a mix of pleasure and something akin to desperation. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, leaving crescent marks on my skin. The thud of my hips against her backside was a rhythmic, almost violent symphony in the quiet room.
“That’s it, Emma,” I grunted, my breath hot against her neck. “Let yourself go, baby girl. Just for Daddy.”
Her body convulsed beneath me, a series of tremors shaking her from head to toe. Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts, a frantic rhythm that mirrored my own. “Oh, God, Dad! I’m… I’m going to… ahh!”
Her release was a raw, guttural scream, her back arching violently as her muscles seized. She clamped down on me, her inner walls milking my shaft, and I felt the irresistible urge building within me, a tidal wave about to break. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, for the ultimate surrender into this twisted, intoxicating moment.
“Emma, I’m… I’m going to cum!” I roared, pulling out just enough to push back in with one final, earth-shattering thrust.
I flooded her, pumping my hot, thick cum deep inside her. A groan tore from my throat as I collapsed, spent, onto her trembling body. My chest heaved, my breath ragged, the scent of sex and sweat filling my nostrils.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the frantic pounding of our hearts. The alcohol still clouded my mind, dulling the edges of what we had just done, but a cold, hard knot of reality began to form in the pit of my stomach.
Emma stirred beneath me, her voice still shaky, but with a strange, contented purr. “Dad… that was…” She didn’t finish the sentence, but her fingers started to trace patterns on my sweat-slicked back.
I slowly lifted myself, my muscles aching, my head still swimming. Her eyes, wide and heavy-lidded, met mine. There was no shame there, no regret, only a lingering satisfaction that unnerved me to my core. The realization of what had just transpired hit me with the force of a physical blow. My daughter. My own daughter.
“Emma,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely audible. I tried to pull away, but she held onto me, her grip surprisingly strong.
“Don’t go, Dad,” she murmured, sleepily blinking. “Stay with me. That as to be the best dick I ever had.”