If there was a moment of concern, instinctive fear of a stranger, an intruder, it dissipates like sea foam when you recognize the rhythm of that heavy breath, when the scent of familiar shampoo and familiar sweat fill your lungs, and instead, you allow yourself to be exasperated and annoyed.

“Dad…?” you murmur, lifting your head a little to glance over your shoulder at his dark silhouette, “What the hell?”

A deep, hoarse chuckle causes the broad chest against your back to rumble.

“Didn’t expect you to wake up, sweetie,” he hums, and kisses your hair, “I just needed something nice. You can go back to sleep…”

You suck in a sharp breath as he tugs at your nipple. How the fuck are you supposed to get any sleep like this?

“Like I could,” your hand finds his as it softly gropes your chest, and the contrast in size is stark, “Seriously, can we not do this now? I have an early morning.”

“You and me both, kiddo,” he leans close, and you can smell something in his breath, perhaps beer, and he nips at your ear, “C’mon, just calm down and let me have this. I’ll be done in a sec. Alright, sweetheart?”

“…Fine.”

“That’s my girl.”

You sigh, and try to relax. Fine, when he’s gentle, it does feel nice when he plays with your tits. You doubt you can fall asleep if he touches your nipples too much, little shocks of sensitivity too sharp to be ignored, but for now, this is alright. You close your eyes and nuzzle into your pillow, your body languid against his.

He tugs your pajama pants down, just below your ass. And your eyes snap open in the dark when you feel something definitely not covered in latex poking at you.

“What— Dad, where’s the condom?” you ask, and your father wraps his arms around you, a gentle embrace yet it’s just to keep you from squirming away as his cock nudges between your thighs.

“Shh, shhhh…”

“Dad, I’m serious, put it on…!”

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s not going to go in, so there’s no need for that,” he murmurs and kisses your ear as the back of his cock slides against you, hot and velvety smooth and bare and a helpless whimper escapes your throat.

You have never felt your father’s cock like that before. Never allowed yourself to. He’d pay for pills — probably — if you wanted them, but you don’t. You have told yourself and him that it would be too much of a hassle to get them, too much to remember every day, side effects, blah blah, but the real reason might just be that you have wanted him to wear condoms — you need that thin layer of latex between you, one layer of separation, as if that would somehow mean you weren’t letting your father fuck you on the regular. You have never allowed your cunt to learn what its maker really feels like.

But now…

“Oh, sweetheart…” your father groans in your ear, and you can barely breathe when his cock catches dangerously close to your hole for a second, just before it pushes against your clit and pops out from between your thighs.

“…Dad, we can’t do this,” you whisper, your voice fragile and tense and sounding anything but yours. You can feel him throb against your pussy, and it leaves you lightheaded. Focus, focus, this shouldn’t be happening!

“What if— I-I mean, there’s always a risk, if something gets in—” you say heavily. You’re feeling delirious.

“Nothing bad’s going to happen, sweetie,” he says, emphasizing every word in that infuriatingly condescending tone he has always used whenever you voiced your childish worries to him, “Just trust your old man.”

You don’t, but you can’t be quite sure who do you trust less: him, or yourself, when he starts to slowly fuck your thighs, and you feel how easily his cock slides against you when your own slick coats it, dripping down your thighs. You press your face into the pillow, biting back a moan when you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Can I put it inside? Just for a minute, baby?”

“Wh- no! No, no no no, dad!” you whine, just as much to yourself as to him. The sickening shame you thought you had buried long ago rises like bile in your stomach when you realize just how badly you want to say “yes”. You have made peace with what you and your father do, you have told yourself that those things are okay. But you don’t want anything more, you can’t want anything more lest you fall into some dark, hungering pit—

The head of his cock catches onto your hole again, and this time, it starts to push up instead of past it. Your father barely needs to stretch you at all for him to sink into you, and you hear yourself moan, deep and earnest like a stupid animal.

“Whoops, it slipped,” he chuckles hoarsely, and grabs you, one hand on your hip and the other tenderly holding your throat, “Well, since it’s already in…”

“Dad…!” you cry out as he starts to fuck you, but you don’t even know why. For him to stop, maybe, to stop teaching you what your father’s bare cock feels like. You won’t be able to forget it anymore, and you know you won’t be able to say “no” to him anymore.

Oversharing book girlie and best friend Bucky who’s trying so hard to be respectful until she breaks his brain with one too many spicy book rants? Say less. I’m so fucking into it.

———

You didn’t mean to make it weird. Honestly, you’d just been ranting—curled up on Bucky’s couch with a glass of wine, legs draped over his lap like always, both of you in sweats, a dog-eared romance novel in your hand.

“I mean, come on,” you groaned, gesturing wildly. “No man actually fucks like this. Multiple orgasms? Legs shaking? Getting thrown around like a ragdoll until she can’t even remember her name?”

“C’mon baby open your eyes, look at me..” Bucky cooed, hovering over you, his flesh hand wrapped around your throat perfectly that just had the right grip, making your eyes flutter.

You whined, your eyelids fluttering open, locking with his piercing blue eyes, your eyes were hazy like, your mind scattered and struggling to focus.

“There’s my sweet girl, Daddy’s got you all fucked out huh?” Bucky’s hips rutted against yours, slowing down on purpose before picking up the pace again harshly, “Nuh uh, keep those eyes open if you wanna cum..”

You struggled to find the words, your eyes fluttering every so often, “B-Bu—“

It’s late and I can’t sleep, so pent up and needing some way to relieve myself. I pull my hard cock out of my sleep pants and stroke it over you, imagining how you’d look bouncing up and down on it like a good little cockslut. I bite my lower lip, stifling my moans as I buck into my hand, wishing it was your tight little cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. How absolutely peaceful you look, dreaming about who knows what, while I’ve been lying awake in the other room, thinking of you riding me nice and slow. I gasp suddenly, leaning my head back and quickening my pace, my cock twitching as I shoot cum all over your back and hair.

I stand there, panting, still not satisfied, eyeing your perfect silhouette as you lie there, your panties hugging your ass in all the right places. I slowly get onto the bed, sitting behind you as I grind my cock against your ass, almost passing out from holding my breath, hoping you don’t wake up.

It’s still not enough.

I pull your panties off gently, exposing your holes as I rub my cock against the entrance of your cunt.

It’s still not enough.

I give in, pushing it inside of you, telling myself “just the tip” over and over again, until I come to the realization that you’re absolutely soaked.

You’re such a desperate, needy little slut that you couldn’t sleep without watching some rough porn on your phone, and passed out grinding on your bed, probably whimpering and begging for someone to to fill you up.

Before I realize it I’m already balls deep inside of you, pounding your dripping pussy while gripping your thighs tightly. You start to stir but it’s already too late, as I bend over and cover your mouth with my hand.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t want to wake you up but I needed to let out some stress and you looked so good.” I moan, railing into you while you let out surprised shouts and moans into my hand, trying to get away while I press you down into the pillow.

“I’m almost done, baby, just relax and enjoy this, you’ve already gotten wetter than when I started, I can tell you’ve already been begging for strangers to do this to you.”

You lie there, unable to do anything but take the abuse like a good little slut, feeling as my cock presses deep inside of your needy little hole while I cum again, despite your muffled pleas.

It’s late and I can’t sleep, so pent up and needing some way to relieve myself. I pull my hard cock out of my sleep pants and stroke it over you, imagining how you’d look bouncing up and down on it like a good little cockslut. I bite my lower lip, stifling my moans as I buck into my hand, wishing it was your tight little cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. How absolutely peaceful you look, dreaming about who knows what, while I’ve been lying awake in the other room, thinking of you riding me nice and slow. I gasp suddenly, leaning my head back and quickening my pace, my cock twitching as I shoot cum all over your back and hair.

I stand there, panting, still not satisfied, eyeing your perfect silhouette as you lie there, your panties hugging your ass in all the right places. I slowly get onto the bed, sitting behind you as I grind my cock against your ass, almost passing out from holding my breath, hoping you don’t wake up.

It’s still not enough.

I pull your panties off gently, exposing your holes as I rub my cock against the entrance of your cunt.

It’s still not enough.

I give in, pushing it inside of you, telling myself “just the tip” over and over again, until I come to the realization that you’re absolutely soaked.

You’re such a desperate, needy little slut that you couldn’t sleep without watching some rough porn on your phone, and passed out grinding on your bed, probably whimpering and begging for someone to to fill you up.

Before I realize it I’m already balls deep inside of you, pounding your dripping pussy while gripping your thighs tightly. You start to stir but it’s already too late, as I bend over and cover your mouth with my hand.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t want to wake you up but I needed to let out some stress and you looked so good.” I moan, railing into you while you let out surprised shouts and moans into my hand, trying to get away while I press you down into the pillow.

“I’m almost done, baby, just relax and enjoy this, you’ve already gotten wetter than when I started, I can tell you’ve already been begging for strangers to do this to you.”

You lie there, unable to do anything but take the abuse like a good little slut, feeling as my cock presses deep inside of your needy little hole while I cum again, despite your muffled pleas.

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape. Mommy was just down the hall, asleep in their bed, completely unaware of what was happening in my room. My heart raced at the thought, the fear of her catching us mixing with the shameful thrill of it all. How many times had this happened now? How many times had Daddy snuck into my room after she’d fallen asleep, his heavy footsteps signaling his arrival, his hands already reaching for me before the door even clicked shut?

Too many to count.

———

It had started months ago, on a night when Mommy had gone to bed early, exhausted from work. Daddy had stayed up later, watching TV in the living room, and I’d been curled up on the couch beside him, my head resting on his shoulder. I’d felt his arm slide around me, pulling me closer, and then his hand had dipped lower, brushing against my thigh in a way that made my breath hitch.

“You’re such a good girl,” he’d murmured, his voice low and rough, his fingers slipping under the hem of my skirt. “So sweet for Daddy.”

I’d frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what to do. This isn’t right, a small voice in the back of my mind had whispered, but I hadn’t stopped him. I hadn’t pushed him away. Instead, I’d let him touch me, let him explore my body in ways that no father should, my face burning with shame even as my body responded to his touch.

That had been the first night. The first time he’d crept into my room after Mommy was asleep, his hands greedy and demanding, his cock thick and insistent as he’d pushed inside me. I’d cried that night, the pain sharp and overwhelming, but Daddy had shushed me, whispering words of comfort even as he’d taken what he wanted from me.

“You’re my good girl,” he’d said, his voice a low growl as he’d fucked me into the mattress. “You’re Daddy’s special girl.”

And I’d believed him. I still believed him. Even now, as his hips slammed into mine, his cock stretching me so wide I thought I might tear in two, I couldn’t help but crave his touch, his praise, his love. It didn’t matter that this was wrong, that a father shouldn’t do these things to his daughter. All that mattered was the way he made me feel, the way he made me come alive.

———

“Please, Daddy,” I whined, my voice trembling as he thrust into me again, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, faster, his breathing ragged. “Just a little longer. Daddy needs to cum, okay? Just be a good girl and take it for me.”

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes as I buried my face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of my moans. God, it felt so good, even as it hurt, even as my body ached from the relentless pounding. Daddy’s cock was so thick, so perfect, and I couldn’t help but love the way it filled me up, the way it made me feel like I belonged to him.

Finally, with a low groan, Daddy’s hips stuttered, and he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. I whimpered, my body shaking as he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he whispered filthy things in my ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” he said, his voice husky and satisfied. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you? My dirty little girl.”

I nodded, my face burning with shame even as I couldn’t deny the truth of his words. I was his. I always had been, and I always would be. No matter how many times he took me, no matter how much it hurt, I would always be his good girl.

———

But Daddy wasn’t done with me yet. Even as I lay there, trembling and spent, he stayed inside me, his cock already hardening again as he reached down to stroke my clit. I moaned, my body arching into his touch even as I tried to protest.

“Daddy, please,” I whined, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t… I’m so tired.”

“Just a little longer, baby,” he murmured, his fingers working me expertly as he rutted into me again, his cock filling me up once more. “You’ll take it for Daddy, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I let him take me again, my body too exhausted to fight, too weak to resist. God, why did it feel so good? Why did I love him so much?

And as Daddy’s hips began to move again, his cock plunging into me with a force that took my breath away, I knew that I would never be able to tell Mommy. I would never be able to let her know what a depraved little slut I was for my Daddy. No, this was our secret. Ours and ours alone.

“That’s it, baby,” Daddy whispered, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, faster, his breathing ragged. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my body trembling as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my vision blur. “I’m yours.”

And as Daddy’s hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum once more, I couldn’t help but love him. God, I loved him so much. Even as my body ached, even as tears streamed down my face, I knew that I would always be his good girl.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his voice soft and satisfied as he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “My perfect little girl.”

And as I lay there, trembling and spent, I knew that this was just the beginning. Daddy would never be done with me. No, he would always come back, always take what he wanted from me. And I would always give it to him, because I was his. Forever.

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Daddy loved watching my brother and I fuck.

Sometimes I would be bouncing on my brother's cock on the couch and Daddy would put up a chair from the kitchen, take out his hard cock out and start stroking it.

Sometimes, I would be sucking off my brother in my room, and Daddy would be watching from the doorframe.

.................

Big brother slowly palmed his growing boner as he watched through the crack in his sister's door.

His father was on top of his sister pumping his dick in and out of her pussy.

It felt like hours had gone by as he watched. So many emotions went through his head, guilt, anger, and then there was a twinge of envy.

The thought of getting to be balls deep inside of his sister made his even more horny.

There was a part of him that wanted to whip out his dick, swing open the door, and tell his father that he's going to join in on the fun.

However, before he could work up the courage to do that, he faintly heard his father say that he was about to cum.

He could feel his own orgasm start to build. He was about to stop stroking his cock and finish when he got back into his room, but the next words that came out of his sister's mouth derail that plan.

"Cum inside me daddy. Pump your load deep inside me and knock me up." His sister said.

Between those words and watching his father actually cum inside her. It tipped him off the edge, and he cam inside his pants.

After coming down from the orgasm, he quickly returned back to his room before either his father or sister could realize that he was there.

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"you're so pretty; say it back. Tell me you're pretty"

"I wish you could see how you look rn"

"this is yours"

"I'll always come back to you"

"you can do better than that, come on. there we go, good girl"