Daddy the wanker 2

The days after that horrible afternoon blurred into a nightmare I couldn't wake from. Dad acted like nothing had happened at first—cooking dinner, asking about school, but his eyes lingered on me too long, a secret hunger in them that made my skin crawl.

I avoided him, locking my door at night, barely speaking. But guilt and confusion twisted inside me. Why had my body betrayed me like that? Three times, against my will, I'd cum for him. It haunted my dreams, mixing shame with unwelcome heat between my legs.

A week later, he cornered me in the kitchen. I was rinsing dishes, my back to him, when his hands gripped my shoulders gently. My heart started beating faster as I prepared for the worst but instead he said.

"Marina, baby," he said softly, turning me around. His face was etched with regret, eyes soft for once. "I'm so sorry. What I did... it was wrong. I lost control. You're my daughter, and I never meant to hurt you like that."

I stared at him, tears welling up. Part of me wanted to scream, to run, but another part—the twisted, aching part—craved his touch again.
"You raped me, Dad. How can you apologize for that?"

He pulled me into a hug, his arms strong around me. "I know. I hate myself for it. But... Marina, your pussy is so good. Alex is a lucky boy." His voice dropped, confession laced with desire. "But I promise, it won't happen again. I am a changed man."

I pushed him away, heart pounding. "Fuck off dad. And make sure to keep your word." But even as I said it, my pussy clenched at the memory of his cock filling me.

Life shifted after that. Dad started dating—a woman named Sarah, some coworker in her thirties with big tits and a laugh that grated on me. He brought her over for dinners, fucked her in his room while I lay awake, listening to her moans through the walls. Jealousy burned in my chest. Why her? She wasn't even family. And Alex... my boyfriend was sweet, but clueless in bed. We'd sneak off after school, his fingers fumbling at my clit, his dick sliding in too quick, too shallow. He made me cum sometimes, but not always—not like Dad had forced from me, wave after shattering wave. Frustration built, a fire I couldn't quench.

One night, Sarah left after another loud session, and I heard Dad in the shower. My body throbbed with need. I couldn't take it anymore. Slipping into my thin nightie, I crept down the hall to his room. The door was ajar, bed still rumpled from their romp. I climbed in, heart racing, waiting.

He emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, eyes widening when he saw me. "Marina? What are you—"

"I can't sleep," I whispered, sitting up, the fabric clinging to my small breasts, nipples hard. "Alex doesn't... he doesn't make me cum every time. It's frustrating. And hearing you with her... it makes me jealous." My cheeks burned, but I pushed on. "You threatened me that next time it'd be four. If you can make me cum four times tonight, I'll sleep in your bed every night. No more Sarah. Just us.'

His towel dropped, revealing his thickening cock. Desire flashed in his eyes, but he hesitated." Baby girl, are you sure?"

I nodded, pulling the nightie over my head, baring my smooth skin, my pussy already slick. I widened my legs and began touching myself. "Please, Daddy. Make me yours."

He growled low, crawling onto the bed. His hands parted my thighs, mouth descending on my folds. His tongue lapped flat against my slit, tasting my arousal, then flicked my clit with precise strokes. I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked the nub between his lips, humming vibrations through me. "Oh, fuck, Dad..." Two fingers slid inside, curling up to rub my g-spot while his tongue swirled relentlessly.

The build was quick, heat coiling tight. He devoured me, nose bumping my clit as he thrust his fingers deeper, tongue spearing into my entrance before returning to lap my juices. I bucked against his face, the first orgasm crashing over me. My pussy spasmed, flooding his mouth with my release. "Yes! Cumming!" I cried, thighs clamping his head as waves pulsed through me.

He lifted his head, lips shiny with me, grinning. "One down, slutty girl." He knelt up, cock fully hard now, veined and throbbing. "Your turn."

I scrambled forward on my knees, wrapping my hand around his shaft, stroking the velvety skin. Leaning in, I took the head into my mouth, tongue swirling the salty pre-cum. He groaned, hand guiding my head as I bobbed, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing. I took more, gagging slightly as he hit my throat, but I pushed on, saliva dripping down his length. My free hand cupped his balls, massaging as I hollowed my cheeks, humming around him.

"Fuck, Marina, just like that," he panted, hips thrusting shallowly. I sped up, slurping noisily, tasting every inch. His cock twitched, and he gripped my hair tight. "Gonna cum... swallow it all." Hot spurts filled my mouth, thick and bitter, coating my tongue. I gulped it down, milking him dry until he softened, pulling out with a pop.

We lay there panting. The his strong arms flipped me over to lay on to of him. We began kissing wildly making obscene sounds as we did. He hardened again quickly, eyes dark with lust. "Ride me, baby. Show Daddy how much you want it."

I straddled him, positioning his cock at my dripping entrance. Sinking down, I moaned as he stretched me, filling every inch. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I rocked, grinding my clit against his base. Up and down I bounced, tits jiggling, his thumbs circling my nipples. The angle hit deep, his tip nudging my cervix with each drop.

"Harder," he urged, thrusting up to meet me. Sweat slicked our skin, the wet slap of our bodies echoing. Pleasure built fast, my walls fluttering around him. "Cum on my cock, Marina." I shattered again, pussy clenching rhythmically, juices soaking his balls as I screamed his name, riding through the tremors.

"That's two," he murmured, flipping us over without pulling out. Now in missionary, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. His thrusts turned punishing, cock plunging deep, balls slapping my ass. "Gonna make you cum, just like I promised."

He pounded relentlessly, one hand between us rubbing my clit in firm circles. The overstimulation from before made it intense, my nerves firing wildly. "Dad, it's too much... ohhh!" But I arched into it, nails raking his back. The third orgasm hit suddenly, ripping a wail from me as my pussy gushed, squirting around his pistoning shaft.

He didn't stop, slowing only to build it again. Leaning down, he captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue mimicking his cock's rhythm. His free hand pinched my nipple, twisting just right. "One more, baby. Milk Daddy's cock." The pressure mounted, coiling impossibly tight. His thrusts grew erratic, but he held back, grinding deep.

I broke, the fourth climax exploding through me, stronger than the others. My vision blurred, body convulsing as I squirted again, walls vise-tight around him. "Fuck, yes! Cumming so hard!" He finally let go, roaring as he buried deep, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of cum, pulsing with each spurt.

We collapsed, his weight comforting now. "Every night," I whispered, nuzzling his neck. "Just like this."

He kissed my forehead. " Just us, Marina. No more Sarah or Alex." And as I drifted off in his arms, the jealousy faded, replaced by a dark, satisfying warmth.