Single Dad Duties

Being a single dad isn't easy. Since my wife remarried and moved to Europe, it's just been me and my daughter Terra in our family home. She's eighteen now, studying in a local college. Everyday she meets me with those striking green eyes that always seem to pierce right through me. Life was manageable until she introduced me to her boyfriend, Carl—a lanky kid from her class with a smug grin that set my teeth on edge from the start.

It aches me deep in my gut knowing that boy's ramming into my daughter's pussy without a condom. I hate picturing her riding his dick, moaning like she's lost in ecstasy, her body arching under him. Every time she comes home late, flushed and disheveled, I imagine his cum leaking out of her, and it drives me madder than anything. This jealousy festers into an obsession. Anytime I see Carl, I clench my fists, fighting the urge to beat the shit out of him for touching my daughter.

One evening, I heard moans drifting from her room, low, rhythmic sounds that twisted my stomach. I crept to her door, cracked it open, and there she was: Terra on all fours on her bed, her ass high in the air as Carl thrust into her from behind. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with each grunt.

"Fuck, your pussy's so sweet," he groaned, pounding deeper, her green eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

Rage boiled over. I burst in, yanked him off her, and shoved him toward the door. "Get the hell out and never do this in my house again!" I roared. Carl scrambled for his clothes, muttering apologies as he fled. Terra scrambled to cover herself, her face a storm of shock and fury.

But as I stormed out, something else stirred: a throbbing hardness in my pants that I couldn't ignore. The image of her like that, exposed and wanting, burned into my mind. I locked myself in the bathroom, yanked down my pants, and wrapped my hand around my aching cock. I stroked hard and fast, grunting "Ohhh... ohh..." as visions of her tight body fueled the fire. Her pussy, sweet like he said—oh no, why did that stick with me?

I didn't hear the door creak open over my heavy breaths. Terra burst in, still shouting, "Dad, what the hell? You can't just—" Her words cut off. She stood there, wide-eyed, staring at my exposed cock, thick and veined in my fist, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Oh no, sorry," I stammered, turning away, heat flooding my face. But she didn't leave. Instead, she stepped closer, her green eyes locked on my cock.

"Sorry, Daddy, I didn't know." she whispered, dropping to her knees before me. Her hands pushed mine away, and before I could process it, her soft lips wrapped around my shaft. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling over the head, taking me deep into her warm mouth. I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair, hips bucking involuntarily as she bobbed, slurping and moaning around my length.

She didn't let me finish there. Pulling off with a wet pop, she stood, stripping off her clothes in a rush. Her body was perfection—full breasts, curved hips, that shaved pussy still slick from earlier. She guided me down to the cool tile floor of the bathroom, the shower curtain half-drawn.

Straddling me, she positioned my cock at her entrance and sank down slowly. Fuck, she was tight.

"Oh so good," I groaned, hands on her ass as she started riding, bouncing with urgent rhythm. Her green eyes bored into mine, fire turned to passion. It was as sweet as Carl had said—velvety, hot, milking me with every roll of her hips.

She came first, crying out, her pussy clenching around me in waves. That pushed me over; I thrust up hard, flooding her with my cum, rope after rope spilling deep inside. We collapsed together on the shower floor, panting, her body draped over mine, our mixed fluids pooling beneath us.

Her phone buzzed on the counter—Carl calling. Terra snatched it up, answering with a cool edge. "Carl, it's over between us." She hung up without another word, then tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding my head between her thighs. "Clean me up, Daddy," she murmured.

I dove in eagerly, tongue lapping at her swollen folds, tasting our combined release. She was tangy and sweet, her clit hardening under my flicks. Just as my dick hardened again too. I sucked it gently, then harder, fingers spreading her as I delved deeper. Her moans echoed off the tiles, legs trembling until she shattered again, grinding against my face as she came.

Not done yet, I flipped her onto her back in missionary, sliding my hard cock back into her soaked heat. It was as if this is where it belonged. It felt like nothing I'd ever felt. Warm wet tight-- simply sweet. I wanted this forever. We moved together, slow at first, then frantic—me pounding into her, her nails raking my back.

"Daddy... yes..." she gasped. I felt her tighten once more, and we came together, my seed filling her as she milked every drop. We lay entwined, breaths syncing. My dick resting in her cunt. I loved her now more than I ever loved her before. Sharing her with Carl had almost killed me, I wondered what I was going to do if she found another guy. As if she was reading my thoughts she said,

"Daddy, I won't fuck anyone but you," she promised, those green eyes soft now. I wanted to jump for joy. I kissed he passionately gripping her blonde hair as if it had some secret answers. When we finally broke off I said.

"Me too, Terra. I love you," I replied, pulling her even closer, the obsession finally sated in the warmth of her body. My dick getting hard and ready for round three.