I was 21 when it happened, home from college for the summer, and Dad had been staring at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off since the day I walked through the door. He was 47, still built like the construction worker he used to be, thick arms and that salt-and-pepper stubble that made my pussy twitch every time he looked my way. Mom was gone for the week visiting her sister, so it was just us in the big empty house.
It started at dinner. I wore a tiny tank top with no bra and shorts so short my ass cheeks hung out. Dad kept glancing at my hard nipples pushing against the fabric. "You trying to kill me, kid?" he growled, voice low and rough.
I leaned forward, letting him see down my top. "Maybe. You keep looking like you want to fuck me."
He slammed his fork down. "Watch your mouth."
"Or what? You gonna spank me, Daddy?" I stood up and walked around the table, standing right next to him. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit. "Go ahead. Touch me like you want to."
His hand squeezed hard, thumb rubbing my nipple. "Fuck, you've grown up," he muttered. Then he stood, grabbed me by the waist, and yanked me against him. His cock was already rock hard in his jeans, pressing against my stomach. "You want this? You want Daddy's dick?"
"Yes," I breathed. "First time. Make it count."
He didn't waste time. He spun me around, bent me over the kitchen table, and ripped my shorts down. My bare ass was up in the air, pussy already dripping. He slapped it once, hard, then shoved two thick fingers inside me. "Tight little cunt. Been saving this for me?"
I moaned and pushed back on his fingers. "Been thinking about it every night."
He pulled his fingers out and I heard his zipper. His cock slapped against my ass, hot and heavy. He rubbed the head up and down my slit, getting it wet. "Beg for it."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Shove that big cock in your daughter's pussy right now."
He slammed in all the way in one thrust. I cried out, half pain, half pure fucking pleasure. He was thick, stretching me open, balls deep on the first stroke. He grabbed my hips and started pounding, the table scraping across the floor with every thrust. "That's it, take Daddy's dick. First one to ever have this hole."
I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wider for him. "Harder. Use me."
He fucked me like he hated me and loved me at the same time, grunting with every slam. The wet sound of his cock pounding my soaked pussy filled the kitchen. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough. "Come on Daddy's cock. Do it."
I came hard, shaking, pussy clenching around him. He didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the table, and shoved back in. My legs went over his shoulders and he leaned down, sucking on my tits while he drilled me. "These tits are mine now. This pussy is mine."
"Yes, Daddy. All yours."
He pulled out again and dragged me to the floor on my knees. "Suck it. Taste your own cunt on Daddy's dick."
I opened my mouth and he fucked my throat, holding my head with both hands. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. When he was close he pulled out, hauled me up, and bent me over the counter this time. He spread my ass and licked my asshole, then stood and pushed his cock back into my pussy.
"Going to fill you up," he growled. "First load goes deep."
He came with a roar, pumping thick ropes of cum into me. I felt every pulse. He stayed inside me, breathing hard, then pulled out and watched his cum drip down my thighs.
We didn't stop there. He carried me to the couch and fucked me again, slower but just as dirty, making me ride him while he called me his little slut. By the end of the night I had his cum in my pussy, on my tits, and down my throat. It was the first time, but we both knew it wouldn't be the last.
