His fuck toy daughter 3

Mark fucks Sophie in the kitchen, while his wife is in the shower, sending his 16 year old daughter to school with his cum leaking out of her cunt.

The weekend had been a fever dream of restraint and torment.
Elaine returned Sunday evening just after seven, suitcase wheels rumbling across the hallway tiles, voice bright and tired.

“Missed you both,” she said, kissing Mark on the cheek, then hugging Sophie tight. Sophie hugged back sweetly, all smiles and “We missed you too, Mum,” while her eyes flicked over Elaine’s shoulder to lock on Mark’s. A tiny, knowing smirk. Nothing more.

Dinner was a takeaway curry, safe, normal, domestic. Elaine talked about the conference: boring speakers, bad coffee, networking she hated. Mark nodded along, forcing laughs, his stomach knotted. Sophie sat across from him in leggings and an oversized hoodie, legs crossed under the table. Every so often her bare foot would brush his ankle, deliberate and slow. When Elaine got up to refill her wine, Sophie leaned forward, and whispered in a low voice:
“I can still taste you from Saturday. Been licking my fingers all weekend thinking about it.”

Mark’s fork froze halfway to his mouth. He shot her a warning look. She just smiled innocently and popped a poppadom into her mouth.

Later, while Elaine unpacked upstairs, Sophie passed him in the kitchen doorway. She pressed close to him, her tits soft against his chest for one heartbeat, then whispered hot against his ear:

“Tonight I’m going to finger myself so hard the bed creaks. Wish you could watch me come while I remeber how you fucked me.”

He gripped the counter hard enough to hurt his knuckles. “Sophie. Stop. Your mom”

She just giggled softly and slipped away.

That night he lay awake beside Elaine, her breathing even and peaceful. His phone buzzed at 1:43 a.m.

A photo from Sophie with her lying on her bed in the dark, legs spread, two fingers buried deep in her cunt, the flash catching the wet shine on her thighs. Caption:
“Wish this was your cock stretching me. Door’s unlocked if you change your mind, Daddy. Your slut”

He stared at the screen until it timed out. His cock ached under the duvet, she was driving him crazy. He didn’t go to her room, that was too risky. But he didn’t delete the photo either.

He resisted the next buzz at 2:17, a short video clip, sound off: Sophie on all fours, arse to camera, reaching back to spread herself, fingers sliding in and out while her lips formed silent “Daddy” over and over. Then another text:

“I’m so wet, my fuck juice is dripping down my thighs. Come take me before I go mad.”

He turned the phone face-down and lay there rigid, his heart hammering, cock leaking precum against his stomach. Elaine shifted in her sleep, murmured something soft. Guilt clawed at him. It took every ounce of willpower he had, to stay in bed.

Monday morning arrived grey and cold. Elaine was up first, the shower running by 7:15.

Mark stayed in bed a few extra minutes, his head pounding from lack of sleep and the war raging inside him: guilt versus the relentless, throbbing need that had taken root since the lay-by.

Downstairs the kettle clicked off. Toast smell drifted up. He dragged himself out of bed, pulled on joggers and a T-shirt and headed down.

Sophie was already there.

She stood at the kitchen table in her school uniform, a crisp white blouse, navy school tie loosely knotted, pleated grey skirt that hit mid-thigh, shorter than the rules allowed, black knee-high socks, and sensible black shoes. Her blonde hair was in a neat ponytail, her face fresh and makeup free except for a touch of lip gloss. She looked every inch the diligent 16 year old student heading to school.

She wore plain white cotton knickers, simple, schoolgirl style, the kind she’d always worn under her uniform. But the way she shifted her weight made the thin fabric cling slightly to the dampness already gathering between her thighs.

She bent over the table to “reach” for the butter dish, skirt riding up just enough to flash the white cotton stretched tight across her arse, the faint outline of her cunt lips visible through the material where it had ridden into her slit.

Mark froze in the doorway.

She straightened slowly, turned, and smiled sweetly. “Morning, Dad. Want some toast?”

Elaine’s shower still ran upstairs, loud enough to mask small sounds, not loud enough to cover everything.

Sophie set two slices in the toaster, then walked past him to the fridge. As she passed, her hand brushed the front of his joggers, a deliberate graze over his rapidly hardening cock.

“Sophie,” he hissed.

She opened the fridge, bent at the waist again to grab the milk. Her skirt rode up fully this time, the white knickers fully exposed, the crotch already darkened with a small wet spot at the centre.

“I’ve been wet since I woke up,” she whispered without turning. “Thinking about you filling me before I leave for school. I want to be sent to school with your cum running out of me, soaking into my knickers all day. Every time I cross my legs in class, I’ll feel it squelch against me. Every time I shift in my seat, the wet patch will grow bigger. I’ll smell like sex under my skirt and no one will know it’s my own daddy’s load marking me.”

Mark’s breath came short. “Your mum’s upstairs Soph.”

“I know.” She straightened, closed the fridge, turned to face him. Eyes dark, pupils blown. “That makes it hotter doesnt it. Quick and hard. Just give it to me so I can walk out the door feeling you drip into my underwear. Please daddy”

She stepped closer, close enough he could smell her shampoo and the faint, intimate musk underneath. Her hand slid down, cupped him through the joggers. He was rock-hard, tenting obviously.

“Sophie..” he protested.

“Shh.” She squeezed. “Just a quicky. I need it.”

The shower still ran.

He glanced at the stairs. Back at her pleading, hungry eyes.
Then something just snapped.

He grabbed her hips, spun her round, pushed her forward over the kitchen table. Her palms slapped flat on the wood. He flipped her skirt up exposing her white knickers which were stretched tight across her arse.

He hooked two fingers into the waistband, yanked them down to mid-thigh, enough to expose her dripping cunt, but not enough to take them off completely. The cotton bunched around her legs like a restraint.

Then he pulled his joggers down just enough so that his cock sprang free, heavy, leaking. He lined up and thrust into her in one brutal stroke.

She was dripping wet.

Sophie gasped, sharp, muffled against her forearm. “Yes fuck Daddy.....”

He clamped a hand over her mouth from behind, other hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. He fucked her fast, deep, relentless, pounding her cunt, the table creaking with every slam of his hips against her fat teenage arse.

Her pussy was scorching, soaking, gripping him like a vice. The horny little bitch pushed back to meet him, her thighs trembling, knickers stretched taut around her legs.

“Fill me up Daddy” she panted against his palm. “Pump it deep so it leaks into my knickers. I want to sit in English lit with your cum soaking the cotton, sticking to my pussy lips. Want to feel it every time I move, every time I stand up in the corridor. Want the wet patch to show through if any boys looks too close, what them to know I have been fucked”

He growled low in his throat, half warning, half surrender. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. The toaster popped , ignored.

Upstairs the shower cut off.

Mark’s thrusts faltered for a second. “She’s
...”
“Don’t stop,” Sophie begged, voice muffled. “Come in me, now...make me carry your cum inside me to school, do me you bastard”

He drove deeper, harder, his balls tightened. He buried himself to the hilt and came, thick, pulsing jets flooding her cunt hole. Sophie clenched around him, milking every drop, a soft whimper escaping against his hand.

He pulled out slowly. A thick rope of cum followed, sliding down her slit, dripping onto the white cotton crotch of her knickers which were still bunched at mid-thigh.

Sophie reached back, pulled the knickers up quickly, trapping the mess against her hole. The fabric darkened instantly, a growing wet spot spreading across the front as his cum seeped into it.

She turned, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“Perfect,” she breathed. “I feel it already. Warm and sticky against me. Gonna walk into my first lesson like this your dirty little secret under my uniform.”

Footsteps overhead, Elaine moving around the bedroom.

Mark yanked his joggers up, heart hammering.

Sophie smoothed her skirt down, calm and composed and grabbed her bag from the chair.

She adjusted her tie, then gave him a small, wicked smile.

The stairs creaked.

Sophie stepped to the sink, turned on the tap and started rinsing a plate as if nothing had happened.

Elaine appeared in the doorway, her hair damp, dressing gown on, smiling sleepily. “Morning, you two. Smells like toast.”

“Morning, love,” Mark managed in a rough voice. He turned to the toaster, busied himself with butter.

Sophie smiled brightly. “Hi, Mum. Just grabbing breakfast before school.”

Elaine yawned. “You look nice. Tie’s a bit loose, want me to fix it?”

“I’ve got it.” Sophie adjusted it herself, then slung her bag over her shoulder. She walked past Mark on her way to the door, and paused just long enough for her hip to brush his.

Under her breath, so quiet only he heard:

“It’s already soaking through. Gonna sit in class feeling your cum slide around inside my knickers. Thinking about you the whole time Daddy.”

She kissed Elaine on the cheek “See you later, Mum” then turned to Mark. “Bye, Dad. Thanks for.....breakfast.”

She walked out the front door, her teenage hips swaying, skirt swishing just high enough to tease. Mark watched her go, knowing that beneath the innocent uniform his cum was slowly leaking out of her, pooling into the cotton crotch, marking her for the entire day.

He stood frozen, his cock still half hard in his joggers, a single drop of cum cooling on the kitchen floor where it had escaped.

Elaine poured coffee. “She seems happy this morning.”

“Yeah,” Mark said hoarsely. “She does.”

He bent to wipe the floor with a tea towel when Elaine turned to get milk. His hand was shaking.

He straightened, tossed the towel in the sink.

Guilt flickered, but it was faint now, almost drowned out by the dark, possessive thoughts bwhich were flooding his mind.

He was going to hell for sure.

But right now, all he could think about was how soon he could fuck his teenage daughter again.

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