His fuck toy daughter 5

Marks 16 year old daughter has her period, so he ends up fucking her up her arse.

Almost another week passed since he fucked her, and each day had felt longer than the last, his mind obsessed with her.

They had barely managed to touch each other. Elaine seemed to be everywhere, insisting on family film nights, then staying up to finish marking essays while Sophie pretended to revise in her room.

Mark buried himself in extra hours at the office, telling himself it was caution, that he was being responsible, that he needed to regain some semblance of control in his life. But every quiet moment brought her back: the way her cunt had clenched around him while Elaine’s spoke to then on the phone, the taste of her on his tongue, the soft, filthy way she whispered “Daddy” every time she came.

He woke rock hard every morning, showered in cold water that did nothing to dull the ache, and jerked off quickly in the bathroom stall at work, hating the relief and craving the real thing more than ever.

The fantasies had grown darker, more insistent. At first he pictured that tall boy Tom fucking her again, maybe in the back of his car after school, her skirt rucked up, moaning quietly so no one would hear.

Then the images multiplied: all three of the lads from the school gates taking turns with her in an empty classroom, one holding her wrists, one in her mouth, one pounding her from behind while she whimpered their names. Treating her like a fuck doll. Then the thought of strangers, faceless men in club toilets, hands rough on her hips, cocks stretching her while he stood watching. The thoughts should have disgusted him. She was his daughter, his responsibility, his baby girl. Instead they sent heat pooling low in his stomach, made his cock throb so violently he had to excuse himself from meetings to splash cold water on his face and breathe through clenched teeth.

He told himself it was wrong. Disturbing. Sick. But the guilt had thinned to a faint whisper, easily drowned by the possessive hunger that grew stronger every day. She wasn’t just his little girl anymore. She was his girlfriend, is property, his slut. And the idea that other men might use her, knowing he was the one who truly owned every inch of her, only made him want to fuck her harder.

Friday morning in work he couldn't take it any more, couldn't go another day with out fucking her again, being inside her, cumming in her. So he pretended to be sick and headed home, telling his colleagues that he would see them on Monday and smiling at their suggestions that he should rest and get well soon. If only they knew.

When he got home he showered, dressed in jeans and a plain hoodie, and settled in the living room with the TV. It was several hours before Sofie would get home and he tried to keep busy, to distract himself. But he found himself just sitting, cock rock hard, obsessing about what he was going to do to her.

Eventually Sophie arrived home at 3:12 p.m. earlier than usual, but it seemed like a lifetimes wait.

The front door opened. Her school bag thumped onto the hallway floor.

“Dad?” Her voice carried surprise and delight in equal measure. “You’re home early?”

He rose from the sofa. She appeared in the doorway, her uniform slightly rumpled from the day: blouse untucked on one side, tie loosened, skirt rolled at the waist so the hem sat high on her thighs as always. Her blonde ponytail was a little messy, cheeks pink from the walk home.

When she saw the look on his face, her expression softened into that slow, wicked smile he had come to crave.

“Miss me?” she asked quietly.

Mark crossed the room in three long strides.
He caught her by the waist, spun her back against the wall, and kissed her with desperate hunger hard, claiming, his tongue pushing deep into her. She moaned into his mouth, fingers twisting in the front of his hoodie, hips rolling forward to grind against the thick ridge already straining his jeans.

“I’ve been dying for you Soph,” he growled against the soft skin of her neck, teeth grazing. “Can’t think straight at all. Need to fuck you right now.”

His hand slid up under her skirt, her smooth warm thigh, the soft edge of her knickers, then he stopped.

He felt the bulk of a pad.

Sophie pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “Period started last night. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Disappointment crashed through him like cold water. He exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against hers while his hand remained under her skirt, rubbing in slow circles over the curve of her arse. Through the thin cotton he could feel the outline of the pad, the faint warmth of her body beneath it.
“Fuck,” he muttered on frustration.

She bit her lower lip, eyes dark. “I know. But you still need to come, don’t you?”

He nodded, throat tight. “Yeah, I need to Soph.”

Her smile turned slow and filthy. “Then take something else.”

Mark went still. “What do you mean?”

She turned in his arms, pressed her back to his chest, and guided his hand back under her skirt until his palm cupped the full curve of her arse. “My arse. No one’s ever had it yet.Not anyone. I want you to be the first.”

The words landed heavy and hot. His cock jerked against her. He should have said no “You’re sure?” was all he could manage.

She nodded, looking back over her shoulder into his eyes. “I’m sure. I want it to hurt a little. I want to feel that you own every single part of me.”

He didn’t hesitate. He should have, but he didn’t.

He spun her around and quickly bent her forward over the kitchen table, the same table where he had fucked her cunt while Elaine was in the shower that morning. Her palms slapped down flat on the wood for balance. He moved quick, flipped her skirt up to her waist in one rough motion.
He exposed her plain black cotton knicker, practical, the pad visible through the thin fabric at the crotch. A faint metallic scent drifted up, mingling with her familiar sweet smell.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged her knickers down, rough and impatient, deperate, until they bunched around her ankles. The pad stayed adhered to the crotch, pulling the fabric inside-out as it went. The sight was obscene, intimate and filthy in the best possible way.

Her arse was perfect, pale smooth skin, her cheeks parting slightly to reveal the tight pink ring of her hole. Below it her pussy glistened despite the period, the cunt lips swollen and slick, a thin string of arousal clinging to her inner thigh.

Mark dropped to his knees behind her. He spread her bum cheeks with both hands and leaned in, dragging his tongue in a slow, deliberate circle over her hole. Sophie whimpered and pushed back against his face.
“Fuck Daddy, ohhhhhhh”

He pressed deeper, wet, insistent circles, the tip of his tongue pushing inside. She tasted clean and musky and utterly forbidden. He then worked one finger in to her ass, slow and careful, feeling her clench tight, then gradually relax. He added a second finger, scissoring gently to open her, spread her, make her ready for cock.

She was impossibly tight.

Mark stood up , opened his jeans and took his cock in hand, thick and leaking at the tip. He pressed the head against her bum hole and softly pushed.

Sophie gasped, sharp and pained. The head breached the ring; she cried out softly, knuckles whitening on the table.

“Too dry,” she panted. “It hurts, it hurts.”

Mark looked around in frantic desperation. His gaze landed on the butter dish still sitting on the table from breakfast, the lid off, the soft yellow block inside slightly softened by the room temperature.

He scooped a generous amount onto two fingers, cold and slick and rubbed it over her hole, pushing some inside. Then he coated his cock in a thick greasy layer from base to tip.
He lined up again.

This time he sank in to her bowels, slow and relentless. Sophie cried out, real pain now, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Her body trembled.

“Fuck Daddy it hurts, awwwwww”

He paused halfway in. Guilt flickered hot and sharp in his chest. “Want me to stop baby?”

She shook her head, her voice shaking. “No. Don’t worry about me. Just fuck it. A few thrusts and it’ll loosen up. Use me. Please. As long as you enjoy it, thats whats important.”
He should have stopped then, but something inside him snapped.

He gripped her hips, hard enough to leave marks, and slammed the rest of the way in.
Sophie sobbed, sharp and broken, but pushed back, taking him deeper.

He started thrusting into her ass, slow at first, then faster, harder. The butter made wet, obscene sounds with every stroke. Her arse gripped him like a fist, stretching around his cock with every brutal push.

“You filthy little slut,” he growled. “Bent over the kitchen table in your school uniform, knickers tangled at your ankles, period pad hanging out, arse stuffed full of your daddy’s cock. Crying like a bitch while I ruin your shit hole.”

She whimpered, the pain and pleasure tangling together. “Yes daddy, yes ruin me own me yes please”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t beg him to stop. She simply took it, her body jolting forward with every punishing thrust, arse clenching rhythmically around him. Grunting.

Mark lost all restraint.

He pounded into her deep and merciless, the table legs were scraping across the tiles with every slam of his hips. Butter smeared across her cheeks, streaked his pelvis, coated the backs of her thighs. Her cries turned to broken, gasping moans.

“Such a dirty whore,” he rasped. “My daughter. My cum dump. Letting me fuck your arse raw while your mother’s at work.”

She sobbed louder, the pain cresting, then something shifted. Her body softened fractionally. The burn eased into a dark, stretching pleasure.

“Harder,” she gasped through tears. “Fuck it harder make it yours, make me your anal whore”

He did.

He slammed into her deep as he could, his balls slapping against her dripping cunt below. She reached back with one hand, rubbed frantic circles over her clit, wanting to cum while her dad sodomised her.

Mark felt the familiar tightening in his balls.

“Im gonna come,” he growled. “Gonna fill your arse with Daddy’s load.”

“Do it,” she cried. “Mark me own me use me”
He buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his thick pulsing jets flooding her depths.

Sophie clenched hard around him, also coming with a choked sob, herbody shaking violently, cunt gushing onto her fingers and dripping in sticky trails down her thighs.

Then it was over.

They stayed locked together like that, panting, trembling for long seconds.

Mark pulled out slowly. A thick glob of cum mixed with butter leaked from her stretched butt hole, sliding down toward her pussy. The sight was depraved.

Sophie reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes locked on his, tears still shining on her cheeks.

Guilt crashed over him. He had hurt her. Made her cry real tears. Used her like she was nothing more than a hole to fill.

“Soph ” His voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that”

She straightened up, her legs shaky, then turned, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him slow and deep. Her tears wet his cheeks.

“Don’t apologise daddy,” she whispered against his lips. “I told you. You own me. Every hole. You can do whatever you want. Even if it hurts. Even if I cry. As long as it makes you feel good. Rape me even.”

He held her tight, his heart hammering, guilt warring with the dark satisfaction still thrumming through his veins.
They kissed, slow and tender, until the front door suddenly rattled.

Elaine’s key turned in the lock.
Panic surged.

Sophie yanked her knickers up her pad still in place, cum and butter smearing the crotch. Skirt smoothed down. Mark zipped his jeans, wiped his hands frantically on a tea towel, heart slamming against his ribs.

Elaine walked in, oblivious, carrier bags in hand, smiling. “Hi, you two. Early finish?”

Sophie turned—face flushed, eyes bright, tears dried. “Hi, Mum. Dad had a half-day, suprised me also, I am just home myself.”

Mark forced his voice steady. “Thought I’d cook tonight.
Elaine laughed. “Perfect. I’m starving.”

She headed straight into the kitchen, right past the table where, minutes earlier, he had been buried to the hilt in his daughter’s arse.

Sophie caught Mark’s eye over her mother’s shoulder.

They were lucky they hadn't been caught. If Elaine had came home only 5 minutes earlier, she would have found her husband ass fucking her crying 16 year old daughter. That scared Mark. And it should have made him stop. But he knew there was no stopping now.

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