Stress Relief for Daddy

Literotic asexstories – Stress Relief for Daddy by HawthornBlossom,HawthornBlossom This story contains dubious consent, dominance, and rough sex between father and daughter. If none of this appeals to you, please back up and find a story that does.

Ian unbuckled himself as he burst through his front door. Annoyance and fury twisted through his body and he could barely contain the tension clawing at the base of his skull. He released his thick, rigid cock and it bobbed as he threw his keys and briefcase down with force. He tore off his coat and then his suit jacket, but stop abruptly when he saw that the hallway was empty.

What the fuck?

“Hannah!” His roar tore through the house. He kicked his shoes off as his fist closed around his cock.

The house was silent for another moment more and then the sound of shuffling came from the end of the corridor.

His daughter appeared, disheveled and wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy and quiet. “I accidentally–”

“Get here now,” he bellowed, pointing in front of him.

Hannah looked like she’d been sleeping, her clothes wrinkled and her eyes sleepy, but he didn’t fucking care. He pulled on his hard cock as she dropped to her knees in front of him and opened her mouth.

Grabbing the back of her head, he pushed himself into her warm wetness. She closed around him, taking him deep into the tight squeeze of her throat in one go, the feel of her drawing a deep groan from his chest. Instantly, the heaviness in his skull lightened. He himself back and forth between her lips, keeping himself in the back of her mouth as his pleasure built.

Her fingers dug into his thighs, signaling that he needed to pull back, but he waited a few moments longer, savoring the feeling of her struggle. On very rare occasions, punishing his daughter was necessary, especially when she did something this inconsiderate and stupid. Her fingers dug harder and he pulled back and let her breathe. As soon as her airway was available to her again, her tongue darted out and snaked up the underside of his veined length. Her watery blue eyes gazed up at him, her brows furrowed in an adorable apologetic look. She was clearly trying to make it up to him.

Ian let her try. He surged back to depths of her throat and fucked it in the long smooth strides that she was used to, but stayed there longer than usual. Hannah handled it well, using her tongue and the clench of her swallowing throat to heighten his pleasure, and soon his grunts and groans filled the whole house. The tenseness that had almost overwhelmed him had disappeared and in its place a delicious roil of pleasure seized his whole body. Her fingers slid up and gently stroked his balls, sending an extra tingling thrill through him.

He didn’t know how, but his daughter could always tell when he was ready to rut. Her hands brushed around to hold the back of his thighs and she inched closer on her knees, sinking down on him until her nose pressed against his wiry hair. Her gullet squeezed him so good from every angle, Ian moaned, pleasure rocking through him. He grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her face.

Tears and snot and saliva erupted on his daughter’s face, smearing all over her as he worked in and out. The fluids covered his cock and dripped down between them, wild and nasty and messy, but the sensation was incredible.

Ian’s orgasm slammed into him like a eighteen-wheeler, uncontrollable, intense, and crushing. He roared, the sound hoarse and abrupt like a wild animal, and his mind went blank. Buttocks clenched, he kept his hips buried in the deepest reach of his daughter’s tight throat as cum pulsed through his cock. Incredible.

Eventually, his own rough panting was the first thing he could make sense of as his senses came back. He looked down to see his hands wrapped around the back of his daughter’s head, holding her down on his twitching cock. Tears streamed from the eyes staring back up at him, those brows still furrowed, but there was no urgency in her fingers this time, like she would happily suffocate on his cock.

He released her slowly, his cock dragging along her tongue and flopping out of her mouth, spent, slimy, dripping, and still twitching.

Hannah kept her eyes on him, trying to hold in her coughing as she sucked in air until her breathing regulated. She refrained from wiping her mouth, letting all the mess on her face drip down and off her chin.

Ian kept hold of her hair and leaned down, his voice a vicious rumble. “When I come home from work, where the fuck are you supposed to be, Hannah?”

Hannah’s eyes widened again. “Right here, Daddy. On my knees, waiting for you.”

“Why?”

Hannah blinked. “To… to help you with your stress. You have a difficult job. I… I’m supposed help you with my mouth. We agreed.”

“Right. And what exactly did we agree?”

She lowered her eyes this time. “That I would be here every day when you come through the door.”

Ian couldn’t help the growl that came from his mouth. “Then why the fuck weren’t you waiting? Do you know what kind of day I had?”

Hannah swallowed, a whimper escaping her. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I finished making dinner early and felt a little sleepy so I lay down for only a minute and– ”

“Unacceptable! Nothing is more important than you being here waiting with your mouth open, do you understand? Do you know the kind of tension that almost got hold of me? That would’ve been your fucking fault.”

Hannah nodded, her messy face glum. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”

“Good.” Ian glared at her for another minute and then released her. He stepped out of his pants and gestured to the rest of his clothes, his belongings and the glob of slimy mess on the floor. “Clean all this up before dinner.” He didn’t wait for a response. Turning on his heel he strode away to his bedroom.

As he showered, Ian couldn’t help shaking his head with disappointment in his daughter, especially considering how far she had come. Almost a year ago, Hannah had been wild, coming in all hours of the morning, dressing like a common slut, and doing nothing around the house. He had tried not to be too hard on her because when her mother died, he’d been away. His job had taken him all over the world and he didn’t find out that her mother had been in a car accident until nearly a week after it happened.

His guilt about it still hadn’t fled. They’d been a close-knit family; dinners together every evening he was home, discussing each other’s days, and taking regular family trips together. Things had gotten monotonous between him and Fiona, Hannah’s mom. They rarely had exciting sex anymore and were more like roommates who argued every now and then, than lovers. But it’d still been a decent, comfortable life that he couldn’t complain about. Fiona hadn’t deserved for her husband to be absent and not contactable at the one time she needed him, and Hannah hadn’t deserved to deal with her mom being in hospital and then passing away on her own.

But it had happened. He couldn’t change it.

After her death, he realized he couldn’t raise a teenage daughter and be away so often. Hannah was too innocent. Most 17-year-olds were somewhat independent, but Hannah hardly behaved like a typical teenager. She never partied, only had two friends, and was completely clueless about boys. She needed protecting. If he wasn’t careful, he would end up with a wild child who would shame the family name and most of all, shame her mother. He couldn’t let that happen. He needed to keep an eye on her. So he got another job in finance, one that would let him stay in the city without all the travel. He didn’t love it–in fact it was a more difficult job and not particularly suited to his talents, but Hannah would grow up soon and he then he’d have the freedom to move into something better.

But his fears started to come true. As soon as Hannah turned eighteen and finished school, she was like a different person. Instead of looking for work or going to art college like she’d talked about, she slouched around the house, went out in skimpy clothes that showed all kinds of skin, and fell in with terrible group of young people rumored to be into theft and drugs. He worried she was going to be badly influenced. The worst thing would be if she ended up a pregnant addict. He searched her room constantly, looking for any signs but he never found any, not even condoms, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

He’d tried to question what she was doing with these friends that kept her out for hours but she never had any answers for him. Then he insisted that she stay away from them, but she just shrugged and continued to do what she was doing. He grounded her, even locked her in her room once, but within a few days of being freed she was back doing the same thing. Ian couldn’t keep her locked up forever, not when he worked for such long hours.

Worry festered in him whenever she was out of house, turning his anxiety deadly. His stress levels went through the roof, and his health began to deteriorate. Terrible tension headaches were constant. He developed insomnia and couldn’t switch off to relax. His hair started to thin and he was constantly fighting illness. It wasn’t fucking natural. Not for a man who worked out, who’d always been strong and healthy. His doctor didn’t have any solutions apart from reducing stress, and medicine didn’t have any affect. In truth, he should’ve been able to relieve his stress in the bedroom He suspected a tight, wet pussy would have worked wondered, but he couldn’t even date with Hannah acting up. He bought a woman back to the house once and Hannah behaved atrociously–slamming doors, playing music way too loud, and walking around the house practically naked. It’d been embarrassing–like he was a bad father. Once the stress began to affect his job, he knew he had to do something to bring her back in line. But he didn’t know what.

One night, he woke up to find Hannah had sneaked a boy into her room–some fucking spiky-haired deadbeat with bloodshot eyes who looked like he didn’t even know his asshole from his nostrils. Ian finally lost it. He violently threw the guy out and stormed back to Hannah, unleashing a furious rant off his chest.

He’d expected her to argue, to scream and sulk but she was silent and meek, barely looking him in the eye.

He had returned to his own room, but there was no way he could even try to sleep. He spent the next few hours pacing trying to figure out how to get his sweet daughter back. And then it dawned on him. She had brought that boy back to the house to fuck him. In his fucking house!

Her mother had been dead for a year but he hadn’t even been able to focus on getting pussy for himself because Hannah’s behavior was literally making him ill and turning him grey. Yet she wanted to bring some dead-eyed druggie into his house and open her mouth or her legs for him?

The fury that embraced him was unlike any other. He had crossed the hallway and burst into her room.

Hannah had been in bed, but she shot up when he came in, her eyes wide. He had pulled her from the bed, revealing a satin lingerie set.

“What were you going to do with that boy?” he’d demanded.

She shook her head frantically “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Boys don’t come back to girls’ bedrooms in the middle of the night to do nothing, Hannah.”

“It was nothing,” she insisted. She tried to yank herself from his grip but only served to draw his attention to her jiggling breasts.

Something twisted in his brain, turning his anger into a strange, hard arousal. He’d always been a breast man, and Fiona’s had been plentiful. Hannah had been blessed in that department too and somehow, he hadn’t noticed before. Suddenly he realized that he was in his boxers and vest while his eighteen-year-old daughter’s supple body was protected only by skimpy, satin pajama set. His neglected cock hardened instantly. “I will ask you one more time. What were you planning to do with him?”

Hannah seemed to sense the danger in lying again, so she shrugged. “Just… Just something small.”

For some reason, that incensed him more. “Something small? Like what?”

She had shrugged again, this time exasperatingly. “I don’t know. Just something small. Like a blowjob or something.”

“A blowjob?” Ian had been horrified. His little, innocent girl wanted to put her mouth on some dirty boy cock? “You want to suck cock?”

Hannah had lower eyes and said nothing.

“Do you even know how give a blowjob?” he shot at her, his cock getting even harder at the very word.

Hannah kept her eyes on the floor. “It doesn’t matter, does it?”

Ian snarled. “Yes, it does. I want to know what kind of whore you are.”

“I’m not a whore,” Hannah insisted. Something was strange about her behavior but Ian couldn’t pinpoint what. “I just… wanted to try it,” she added.

Her answer blew his mind. She wanted to taste cock? His own raging cock throbbed at the idea. “And you think he would have stopped there?” he asked incredulously. “You think it wouldn’t eventually get between your legs?”

Hannah just shrugged, and that infuriated him even more. Didn’t she realize the danger she was putting herself in just so she could experiment? Didn’t she care? His anger and arousal clashed with the tension headache descending on him as he tried to understand why his daughter was suddenly acting so out of character. But his eyes kept dropping to her smooth skin, her soft breasts, her tight little body and that mouth she was so willing to offer. A primal urge swept over his thoughts, numbing them until his common sense was lost.

He pushed her down to her knees and pulled her head back by her hair. She tensed, looking up at him, her jiggling chest heaving as her breathing increased.

“You’ve been behaving like a wore since your mama died, Hannah. You can’t deny it. I won’t allow you to disrespect me or this house or shame her memory. I keep a roof over your head and your actions are telling me you don’t appreciate that. I want to be done with this fucking behavior. If you want to be a whore, I don’t want to see it. So, you have two choices.”

Hannah stared up at him, apprehension on her face.

“If you want to do whatever you want, you can get pack your things tonight and leave.”

Her eyes widened, and for once horror morphed her features.

“Or,” he continued, “you can spend the next year relieving my stress and looking after this house. No more late nights, no more of these deadbeat friends. And if your behavior during that time is perfect, I’ll get you an apartment and set you up with a job.”

Hannah blinked rapidly, her eyes searching his as she processed the words. “What do you–relieving your stress? What do you mean?”

Ian held her gaze and then glanced at himself, leading her eyes to the bulge in his boxers.

Those pretty blue eyes widened. “But– ”

“If you want to suck cock, there is one right here for you,” he said roughly. “It’s no excuse to bring assholes into this house.”

Hannah’s mouth opened but she seemed lost for words. Pre-cum oozed from his tip at the sight of her pink tongue.

“I will not let you lead me into an early grave.” His annoyance built. “You want to be completely on your own? No Mama, no Daddy? Do you think you could handle that?”

To his surprise, Hannah’s face crumpled, tears forming. “No,” she whispered.

His grip on her hair loosened. Maybe he had finally gotten through to her. He exhaled, the rage that had stormed around him losing some of its bluster. It had been a year since Fiona died but maybe Hannah was still affected. Maybe he’d been too hard on her.

Before he could say anything, Hannah lifted a hand and touched his bulge.

He stilled, frozen to the spot as she stroked it, tingles of pleasure trembling through him. He knew he should say something–stop it before it went too far, but a large part of him didn’t want to. Everything he’d thought in his rage was the truth. Besides, he hadn’t fucked anything but his fist in so long, he couldn’t reject her touch even if he wanted to.

Both hands raised, Hannah gently pulled down his boxers and his cock bounded out, hard and long with a wet tip.

She had inched forward on her knees, a move that would become common, and stared at his cock. He expected to see disgust or revulsion, but instead curiosity and wonder filled her face. It confused him, but his cock jerked and more pre-cum dribbled from the tip, robbing his mind of any thought.

Hannah drew in a breath and her part lips was too much for him to ignore. Still holding onto her hair, he pulled his daughter’s mouth toward him until her lips touched his tip. Her eyes flicked up to his and then her tongue darted out, dragging along the sensitive ridges just under his tip.

After that, Ian couldn’t remember clearly exactly what had happened. Hannah’s mouth had sunk onto him and she sucked and licked and slobbered. She was clearly inexperienced but had an enthusiasm that Ian couldn’t understand. But it turned him the fuck on. She developed a rhythm with the help of his guiding fist in her hair and the sensation of her mouth and tongue had him grunting down at her. Even her slurping and sucking sounds made him harder. Her hands had run over his thighs, and for some reason that brought him to the brink. It was as though she was enjoying it, even though she shouldn’t. She was too inexperienced to enjoy her first time, and certainly too innocent to enjoy having her father’s cock in her mouth.

And yet, she didn’t resist when he sped up, pushing her hot mouth over him quicker and quicker, his toes curling as the pleasure built. When he spurted into her mouth, shock hit her face and she stilled. But only a sliver of cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth. His little girl had swallowed the rest.

Cock softening and mind light, Ian stumbled out of her bedroom, his body loose relaxed, his tension headache gone, and dropped onto his bed. He’d been out within seconds.

That had been ten months ago and since that day, Hannah had returned to her former self as if the past year hadn’t happened. She wore her usual clothes, cooked dinner, kept the house clean, and was no longer out at all hours. She went back to dabbling in her art and seeing her true friends now and then. The only change was that she was on her knees when her father came home from work, waiting to swallow his cock deep into her throat and take a pounding for his cum. She had become excellent at it, and Ian greatly looked forward to relieving his stress the moment he got home. In fact, he needed it. His job had gotten more complicated and frustrating, and often his headaches started brewing at lunchtimes. He relied on Hannah be there when he got in, pink, wet mouth open and ready to suck, and she’d been reliable every single work day for ten months. Except today.

Ian finished his shower and headed down for dinner. Hannah served him a delicious meal of roast pork with crackling, potatoes, beans, and carrots, all washed down with his favorite beer. Dinner times were mainly the only time they spent together when told Hannah about his day and she told him about anything interesting that happened in her day–whether she’d gone out or if she’d read anything interesting.

Ian enjoyed the time with her–it was almost like when they used to eat together when Fiona was alive. He completely compartmentalized what happened for the few minutes immediately after his got home. He reasoned that in those moments he wasn’t himself and neither was she. In those moments, he was a raging horny bastard furiously desperate to nut, and she was a young dick-loving, cum swallower who couldn’t resist having her daddy’s tasty dick to swallow. At least, that was the thought that took him over the edge and made him come hardest. Since it only happened once after work and benefited them both, he wouldn’t allow himself to feel any guilt about it, not when Hannah’s behavior had improved so drastically. Even Fiona would have preferred their arrangement to the alternative.

So he didn’t say anything that evening about her digression. She had already made up for it and he didn’t need to talk to her about it outside of their usual time. He spent the rest of the evening in front of the TV like usual and Hannah was in her room or the study where she did her art.

The next day, everything resumed as normal for a while. Hannah was the perfect daughter who gave him the most pleasurable, sloppy, nasty relief a father could receive, and he pounded her throat for everything it was worth.

But two weeks later, Ian suddenly realized he had leave from work. He’d booked it months ago because he had to use up his vacation days but he hadn’t had the time or energy to book a trip away. So he suddenly found himself facing two weeks with nothing to do.

He spent the morning looking for short trips he could take somewhere to have an actual vacation, but it didn’t feel right to spring it on Hannah at short notice.

“Oh, you’re home,” she said with surprise as she entered the study with a laundry basket.

“Vacation days from work,” Ian mumbled. He turned off the computer and stood up. “I’ll be home for two weeks but just act like I’m not here.” He hesitated and gestured to the laundry. “Unless you need help?”

“Err… n-n-no, Daddy,” Hannah stuttered, shaking her head. Her wavy hair jostled around her pretty face. “You don’t need to do anything.” She smiled. “Just enjoy your time off, you deserve it.”

Ian grunted. He suddenly felt ancient around her obvious youth. She literally glowed when she smiled, utterly gorgeous. Nodding at her, he headed out to the garage where his gym was set up. He worked out for a couple of hours, enjoying the burn. He hadn’t had a chance to work out as much as he wanted to lately.

“Daddy?”

He started at the sound of Hannah voice. She stood in the garage door, watching him, her face somewhat reddened. How long had she been standing there? Ian panted, his chest heaving. She was staring at it. He grabbed a t-shirt and put it on before noticing Hannah was carrying a plate with huge sandwich and a cold bottle of water. She held them out to him a smile forming on her face.

He exhaled in relief, realizing he was starving. He took them and bit into the sandwich, humming around the delicious mouthful. It was a heavy-laden BLT, his favorite. “Thanks, Little Hannah bear,” he said, calling her the nickname he and her mom called her when she was little.

Hannah shrugged, her smile shy this time. “I know how you forget to eat when you’re working out, Daddy.”

Ian nodded. That was true. “You’re a good girl.”

A strange look flitted over her face, but she quickly turned away and headed back up into the house.

Later that evening, after an early dinner, he stretched out in front of the TV and watched a couple of movies. Hannah was in the study, but then came in to watch a movie with him. They laughed frequently and he teased her when her latest favorite male pop star came on screen during a commercial. She hid her face laughing, and a warm feeling spread through him. The evening was calm and comfortable, almost as if it could have been three years ago, and he soaked it up.

When the movie was over, Hannah stood up, tension bunching her shoulders. “Um… Daddy? Did you want me to…?”

Ian lifted his eye brows. “Want you to what, Hannah Bear?”

“To…” Her voice faltered and suddenly she couldn’t look him in the eye.

Ian frowned. “What is it?”

“Umm… Now is usually when you come home from work so I just wondered…”

Ian’s cock instantly hardened. She was talking about her mouth; his cock finding relief in her wet mouth. His cock twitched and for a moment, he couldn’t think. They had an agreement–but did that change when he was on vacation? Wasn’t that taking advantage? He didn’t have a tension headache right now, in fact he was completely relaxed except for the newly formed erection in his pants. He glanced up at Hannah. She was frozen, staring at the floor, her shoulders hunched while she waited intently for his answer. She looked so small and sweet and innocent still, even after days of slobbering over him, taking his thrusts, and sucking down his cum for nearly a year.

Ian frowned. It had been a nearly a year. Their agreement was almost over. He did a quick calculation. There was about six weeks left of their agreement and then she would be out of the house and in a job. A strange feeling gripped the pit of his stomach.

“Daddy…?”

Ian waved his hand as though brushing her away. “Later.” He needed to think.

Hannah nodded quickly and fled the room. He couldn’t tell if she was relieved or upset, but he just needed her out of the room while he figured things out.

When he first gave Hannah the two options and made the agreement, he was trying to teach her to be a responsible adult so he couldn’t go back on what he agreed now. What would that teach her? That her father was untrustworthy and that maybe he’d been using her for his own gratification. He couldn’t let her think that about him. Yes, he forcibly fucked her throat almost every evening under a beastly, primal urge, but she had agreed to it and showed enthusiasm about it in her own way. She’d even asked him about it tonight when she could have just not brought it up… did that mean she wanted it? His head spun and his cock throbbed.

He flicked to another channel as another movie was starting and tried to take his mind off it, stretching out on the couch. But that strange feeling continued gnawing at him. His eyes glazed over, staring at the TV, but seeing none of it. There was only six weeks left and he’d done nothing to find Hannah job or an apartment. He needed to uphold his end of the agreement the way she so beautifully had. When he really thought about it, he was proud of her. His Hannah had been consistent and dedicated, not only in opening her mouth for him, but she kept the house clean and tidy, she shopped and cooked, and she saw some of her old school friends occasionally and reasonable times. She hadn’t once slipped back to the terrible behavior he’d seen over a year ago. So why was he feeling so strange about it?

He forced his mind back onto the movie and relaxed into the chair but his cock stayed hard. It began to ache the longer he stayed there, needing attention. It was like now that Hannah had mentioned it, his cock was ready for its usual relief, even though he didn’t need it in the same way.

Ian fumbled with his pants, pulling it out to relieve himself, but that horny old bastard in him thought of Hannah. Why should he relief himself when she had actually offered? It wasn’t like he would be asking her to do something she hadn’t expected, right?

By the time the movie ended, his mind was crowded by the powerful urge to have her mouth. He said ‘later’ not no. So she should still be fine to do it.

He got up and headed to her bedroom. A small light was on, so she was still up. He would just fuck her mouth and then sleep in peace. It wasn’t a big deal.

He inched open her door. “Hannah?”

No answer. Ian stepped in her room and closed the door, only to be hit by the most enticing scent. A scent he hadn’t smelled for years.

Pussy. Fresh, wet, aroused pussy.

Impossibly, his cock hardened even more, and his mind went into overdrive. It was the smell of a pussy that just come, a pussy yet to be pounded, a pussy that needed attention. His little girl had been playing with herself.

The small light was more like a night light, a blue glow in the corner by the bed. Hannah was covered by the duvet and quiet. She couldn’t be asleep. Ian stepped forward, the smell of pussy drawing him in. He didn’t know if she was awake but he wasn’t sure he cared.

He eased up the edge of her duvet and pushed a hand underneath, finding her smooth leg. “Hannah.” He didn’t even try to whisper. He wanted her awake. Yet she didn’t move.

He knelt down on the floor beside the bed and pushed back the duvet covering her lower half, revealing her legs and a cute nightie with teddy bears on it. This was much more appropriate than what she’d been wearing last time he’d seen her in her bed clothes.

Running his rough hands over her smooth legs, he slowly squeezed her calves and her thighs. Her breathing changed, and he knew instantly that she was awake, but he didn’t call her name again. Slowly, he massaged her legs and squeezed her thighs. Then carefully, he eased her nightie over her hips and pried apart her sticky thighs.

The sight between her legs had his mouth watering and he was barely aware of the groan that escaped him.

Hannah had certain been playing with this smooth cunt. It glistened, dripping with her cum. And the smell. Fuck, this was heaven. She smelled similar to Fiona but with her own sweet edge.

Without any thought other than raging need, he leaned forward and ran his nose along her thigh, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin before reaching the drenched slit between her legs.

His tongue slipped into it and her flavor burst on his tongue–a sweet delicious tang that roused every part of him. This pussy was his. And it needed him. It wasn’t done coming yet. Ian lapped at his daughter’s pussy, prying her thighs wider apart to accommodate his head. After a few long heavenly minutes, he realized she was moaning and writing under him, yet gripping onto the duvet that still covered her upper body. He let her. He was only interested in this gorgeous pussy right now. Her clit was hard and throbbing, probably very sensitive, but he handled it gently with his tongue and mouth, sucking and licking until she humped her hips up to meet his rhythm,

Ian ate her with a skilled technique, making his face a mess with her delicious wetness and listening to the beautiful, moaning noises she made. Even getting her cunt eaten, his Hannah was soft and breathy and pliant. Her pussy was so wet he had to grip onto her and lap furiously, focusing in on her clit. Hannah’s closed mouth hums and squeals got louder as she prepared to come again, and then he slipped a thick finger into her clenching hole.

Hannah squealed in surprise and bucked as she came, writhing her hips side to side and tensing her legs. Ian held on for dear life, precum dripping from his cock. Hannah’s orgasm was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced. He let his face get drenched in her cum, only releasing her when she dropped back on the bed, rapid breathing filling the room.

Ian didn’t waste any time. He climbed on the bed between her limp legs, and pushed them wide apart. The duvet still covered her upper body, but that didn’t matter. Kneeling between her legs, he kept his attention on the wet pussy spread before him. It needed to be fucked. That’s the only way this night was ending.

It was miracle he’d even lasted this long after eating this young pussy to orgasm. He hadn’t had sex in years and it occurred to him that of all the relief he’d obtained in his daughter’s throat, nothing could relieve a man better than some good pussy.

Lining himself up, he rubbed his wet cock head against her sensitive clit. Hannah jerked and moaned, and on that motion, he pressed in.

Gasps came from the head of the bed, but the tightness around him took all of Ian’s attention. He was sinking into the tightest pussy he’d ever had. Huffing, he pulled back out slightly and the surged in again. Hannah wailed this time, but Ian didn’t stop until he was all the way in.

Being inside her was beyond description. From every angle, smooth muscled walls squeezed him so tight, he was forced to hold his breath in respect. This cunt was without doubt the best he’d ever had. Better than any woman before, better than Fiona.

Hannah’s harsh breathing finally made him aware that she was probably uncomfortable. Ian finally looked up at her, but the duvet was like a mountain between them. She’d dragged more of it on top of her so he couldn’t see her, hiding even her face. But that didn’t matter right now.

Grabbing her hips, Ian began to fuck, drawing himself out and then slamming back in. She was so small, and he was so muscly that he could lift her hips without much effort and pump her onto his cock. His strokes were lubricated by the abundance of her cum, and the mess oozed out between them forming a wet spot on the bed. The squelching sound pleased him–it told him his daughter was aroused and ready for what she was about to receive from her daddy. He dropped her hips and leaned forward, picking up speed and slamming himself in over and over. Nothing else was in his mind except fucking this tight, pretty cunt the way it needed to be fucked. Her scent was all over his face and he wasn’t going to let her down.

Wet slaps filled his daughter’s room, the squish of his cock moving through her slit just as loud as the heavy slap of his hips on her thighs. His coarse grunts punctuated each slam, but he couldn’t help it. This was most definitely the fuck of his life. Pleasure tumbled throughout his body and he knew his orgasm was going to be epic. But first, he needed to rut.

Dropping on top of the duvet pile, Ian gripped the bed frame and began to pound. Heavy, rapid, jackhammer fucking that shunted Hannah up the bed and gave his ass muscles the workout of their life. Amazingly, Hannah spread her legs wider, her knees drawing up under his armpits and gripping the sides of his torso as she took it.

“Good girl,” he rasped, without breaking his rhythm. Her pussy clenched and he smiled to himself. She liked that. She liked being called a good girl. Filing that way for later, he focused on his rutting.

Hannah’s muffled moans got louder from under the duvet.

“Are you going to come again, little Hannah bear,” he said through gritted teeth. There was something so fucking wrong about using the nickname he’d called her as a child while balls deep in her cunt, hammering into the deepest depths of her. But the jarring wrongness of it twisted into a perverseness that turned him on even more. This was his daughter. His innocent, cum-swallowing flesh and blood. “You’re taking my cock so good, little bear,” he grunted. “You’re being so good for Daddy.”

That sent her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing until he saw stars.

“Chriiiist!” he bellowed, his orgasm ripping through him and consuming his whole body. Nothing could stop the torrent of cum that gushed out of him.

Hannah was screaming, her body jerking under the duvet and her legs tight around his hips. Her sweet pussy strangled him but he kept at her, pounding that heavenly clenching channel and pushing his cum deep into her. She would be sore tomorrow, but if she could even sit down, he hadn’t fucked her right.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her duvet mound, panting like a fucking maniac. That was… he couldn’t even describe it to himself. Fuck. He basked in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm he ever had for a few long minutes.

Hannah was still hiding under the duvet, her heaving chest making it move up and down, but he didn’t try to disturb her. This wasn’t supposed to happen between them. This wasn’t what they’d agreed. Fuck. Maybe she didn’t want to look at him, and he wasn’t sure he could look her in the eye right now and explain with authority what he’d just done.

Once his breathing calmed, he climbed off her, his softened cock slipping from her gushing pussy. It smelled right–like it had been worked properly, right into its depths. A pounded pussy had a satisfying smell, one that every man should cherish. But Ian couldn’t stay and enjoy it. The gravity of what he’d just done was dawning on him and he didn’t want to wait around for the clarity to hit. Drawing in a last deep breath of her pussy scent, he left his daughter’s room. His whole body was so relaxed it was like walking on a cloud of serenity. It was a miracle he even made it back to his room without collapsing boneless in the corridor.

Fully clothed, and with his soft, cum-smeared cock exposed, he dropped on his bed and fell straight asleep.

He’d have to face things with Hannah tomorrow and decide what to do, but for tonight he would enjoy the deep, relaxed post-sex sleep he hadn’t had for years.