His fuck toy daughter 4

Mark picks Sophie from school and gets to cum twice by the time they reach home.

Four days had passed by since Mark last fucked his daughte. Four days of stolen glances, brushed fingertips, whispered filth when Elaine wasn’t looking. Four days of Mark waking up hard, showering cold, jerking off quietly in the bathroom to the memory of Sophie’s cunt clenching around his cock. Four days of Sophie coming home from school in her uniform, skirt rolled high, bending over to “pick something up” in the hallway so he caught the flash of white cotton knickers always damp at the crotch. Four days of her texting him during lessons:
“Thinking about your cock in English lit. Clenching so hard the chair’s wet.”
“Crossed my legs in the common room. Need your cum inside me. Nearly moaned your name.”

He deleted every message the second he read it, his heart hammering, cock throbbing against his work trousers. He told himself it was control, waiting for the right moment, being careful. But the truth was simpler: he was terrified of how much he wanted her. Terrified of how the guilt had thinned to a faint echo, replaced by raw, possessive hunger. Terrified at what they were both becoming.

Thursday afternoon Elaine texted him at 3:42 p.m.

Sophie’s staying late for revision club. Can you pick her up at 5:30? I’m stuck in a meeting till 6ish. Pick some Chinese up also on the way if you can.

Mark stared at the screen. His cock twitched.

He replied: Of course. See you at home later.

He left work early.

The school was half-empty when he pulled in at 5:28. Sophie stood near the main gates with three boys,lads in untucked shirts and hoodies, laughing too loud, eyes flicking constantly to her legs, her tits, the way her pleated skirt rode up when she shifted her weight.

She looked every inch the fantasy schoolgirl: her white blouse one button too loose, tie loose, skirt rolled at the waist so the hem sat dangerously high on her thighs. Knee-high socks. Blonde ponytail swinging as she laughed at something one of them said.

Mark didn’t feel the protective surge which a father should. No instinct to storm over, demand they back off. No flicker of boyfriend jealousy either. Instead, a dark, hot curiosity uncoiled in his gut.
Had any of them fucked her?

Had she let one of them bend her over in the toilets after lessons? Sucked one off behind the bike sheds? Spread her legs in a mate’s car after a house party?

The thought didn’t make him angry. It made him confused. And hard.

He watched her laugh again, her head thrown back, tits bouncing slightly, and imagined one of those boys buried deep inside her, grunting while she moaned “Daddy” in her head.

His cock strained painfully against his jeans.

Sophie glanced toward the car park, spotted him, and smiled, slow, secret, naughty. She said something to the boys, touched one on the arm, then walked slowly over to his car, her hips swaying.

The lads watched her go. One muttered something low. Another laughed. Mark could imagine the kind of things they must be saying.

She climbed into the passenger seat, skirt riding up to show the tops of her thighs.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said softly, buckling up her seatbelt. “Miss me?”

He didn’t mention the boys. Didn’t need to. The image was already burned into him.
“Chinese tonight,” he said, voice rough. “we will get a takeaway. Then home.”

She smiled wider. “Perfect.”

He pulled out of the car park. The moment they hit the main road, her hand slid onto his thigh, fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through the denim.

“Been wet all day thinking about you,” she murmured. “Kept squeezing my thighs in class. Nearly came just from the pressure.”

Mark’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. “Sophie ” But he didn’t try to stop her.

“Shh.” She leaned over the centre console, ponytail falling forward. “Let me help.”

She unzipped him with practiced ease. His cock sprang free, heavy and leaking. She wrapped her lips around the head without any hesitation, sucking it slow and deep, her tongue swirling and playing with him.
Mark groaned deeply, his eyes flicking between the road and the top of her head.

Cars passed. A lorry driver glanced down from his cab and saw a blonde head bobbing in the passenger seat, grinned and honked.

Sophie hummed around him, taking him deeper, gagging softly. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently and playing with then. The other slipped under her skirt, rubbing herself roughly through her knickers.

“Fuck, good girl,” he rasped. “Suck Daddy’s cock like the slut you are. Keep going you dirty bitch.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head. “You like watching those boys stare at me?”

He didn’t answer. Just gripped the wheel harder.

She stroked him slowly. “They were asking if I had a boyfriend. I said yes. I Didn’t tell them he’s my daddy, a filthy old pervert.” She smiled a wicked smile.

Mark’s hips jerked up. “Get back on that cock.” he urged.

She did, deeper, faster, more sloppy. The car filled with wet sounds, her muffled moans, the low thrum of the engine.

He came down her throat two minutes from the Chinese takeaway, thick, pulsing ropes of spunk and she swallowed every last drop, licked him clean, then sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Better?” she asked sweetly.

He zipped up, breathing hard, his cock remained hard, his lust unabated ”Somewhat. But I need to fuck you baby, quick."

She smiled. “Where?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just drove past the takeaway and turned onto the dual carriageway, then headed for the same lay-by from that first night, where he took advantage of her while she was drunk.

Sophie’s eyes lit up when she realised where they were going.

He pulled in and killed the engine. Same overgrown gorse, same low concrete barrier, and it was already mostly dark.

Sophie was already unbuckling, before climbing into the back seat. Mark followed, pushing the front passenger seat forward to give them some room.

She hiked her school skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. Her knickers had a massive damp patch at the crotch from her own horniness. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and quickly shoved them down to her ankles.

Mark knelt above her between her thighs on the narrow seat, yanked his jeans open, until his cock sprang free, still half-hard from the blowjob and thickening fast. He couldnt remeber the last time he had remained hard after cumming.

He notched himself at the entrance of her fuck hole, rubed his cock up and down her teenage slit a few times and then thrust in hard, deep and rough.

Sophie cried out deep, delighted. “Yes, fuck Daddy....give it to me”

He clamped a hand over her mouth, the other hand gripping her hip and he started pounding her, fast, and brutal, the car rocking on its suspension.

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” he growled. “My daughter. My whore. Walking around school with boys staring at your tits, your arse, wondering who gets to fuck this dirty cunt.”

She moaned against his palm, pushing her cunt back at hime to meet his every thrust.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Did any of those boys fuck you?”

She nodded frantically.

“Which one?”

“The tall one,” she gasped when he lifted his hand. “Tom. In his car behind the science block. But it was before we were a thing Daddy. I am yours now. Urrrrgh fuck.”

Mark’s thrusts grew harder. “What did he do to you? Tell me.”

“Bent me over the back seat. Fucked me quick. Pulled out and came on my arse cheeks. Was… okay. But not like you. Not even close, nobody is close daddy.”

The image of his 16 year old daughter bent over for some spotty looser should have enraged him. Instead it turned him on like crazy.

“You let him cum on you?”

“Yes, on me, not in me” she panted. “But I was thinking about you the whole time. Wishing it was your cock. Your cum.”

Mark groaned, slamming deeper and harder. “You’re my slut now. No one else gets this cunt unless I say so.”

She clenched her fuck hole around him so hard that he could feel it milk him. “Yes yours only yours daddy, Im my daddys fuck doll.”

His phone buzzed on the seat beside them.
It was Elaine calling.

Mark froze mid-thrust, slightly brought back to reality. But Sophie’s eyes widened and sparkled with wicked delight.

“Answer it,” she whispered still throwing her cunt up at hom. “Fuck me while you talk to Mum.”

He hesitated one second, then hit accept, put it on speaker and kept thrusting slower now, deep and deliberate.

“Hey, love,” Elaine’s voice filled the car. “You still waiting on the Chinese? I’m home just now and starving.”

Sophie bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked on his. Mark clamped his hand over her mouth again just to be safe.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice steady despite the way his cock was buried to the hilt in his daughter’s dripping cunt. “They’re running late. Be home soon.”

Sophie whimpered softly against his palm. He thrust harder, once, twice, making her body jolt from the force.

Elaine laughed. “Tell Sophie hi. Is she behaving?”

Sophie pulled his hand away just enough to speak. “Hi, Mummy,” she said sweetly, voice breathy. “I’m being very good as always.”

Mark’s cock throbbed inside her. He started fucking her again—slow, deep strokes, her fuck hole was dripping wet.

Elaine sighed. “Good girl. Love you both. See you soon.”

“Love you too,” Mark mumbled, his voice rough. “See you soon.”

He hung up.

The second the call ended, something snapped.
He grabbed Sophie’s hips, flipped her onto all fours across the back seat, and slammed back into her, harder, relentless, the car shaking violently from their mating.

Sophie laughed, breathless and filthy. “She doesn’t even know you’re balls deep in her daughter right now. Dumb bitch. Sitting at home waiting for her husband and her little girl to bring home dinner while you’re fucking me raw like some cheap slut.”

Mark growled, pounding harder. “Shut up.” This talk was fucked up.

“No,” she gasped. “You love it. Love knowing she’s clueless while you ruin her underage daughter’s cunt. If she knew, if she knew what a filthy pervert you are, she’d never let you near me. But she doesn’t. So you get to fuck me instead. Get to fill me up while she waits at home like a good wife.”

The words were poison. Wrong. Sick.

But they made him come harder than he ever had in his life. He buried himself deep in her pussy and erupted, thick, pulsing jets of spunk flooding her womb. Sophie clenched around him, also coming with a muffled scream, her nails digging into the seat leather.

They stayed locked together for several minutes, panting and sweating, the car reeking of sex.

Finally he pulled out of her. Cum leaked from her swollen teenage pussy, dripping onto the seat and forming a pool.

Sophie turned, kissed him slow and deep.
“Love you so much, Daddy.”

He swallowed. “I Love you too baby.”

They cleaned up as best they could, wipes from the glovebox, her knickers pulled back up to trap his mess. She sat in the passenger seat properly, skirt smoothed down and hair fixed.

On the way back towards the takeaway, Mark cleared his throat.

“You on the pill Soph?”

She glanced at him, smiling softly. “Yeah. Been on it for near a year.”

Relief hit him like cool water. “Good.” It would be a disaster if she got pregnant.

She reached over, squeezed his thigh. “But… I could stop. If you wanted.”

He looked at her, really looked. Those big blue eyes, that wicked little smile.

“No,” he said firmly. “Keep taking it.”

She pouted playfully. “Sure?”

“Sure.”

She leaned over, kissed his cheek. “Okay Daddy. For now.”

They picked up the Chinese, sweet and sour chicken, chow mein, spring rolls, then drove home in comfortable silence, relieved, their hands linked over the gearstick.

Elaine was waiting when they walked in, smiling, totally oblivious to the fact that her husband was fucking their own daughter.

“Dinner at last,” she said, taking the bags. “You two okay?”

Sophie smiled sweetly. “Perfect.”

Mark nodded. “Yeah. Great.”

They ate at the table, a normal, domestic, family. But under the table, Sophie’s foot slid up his calf, slow and deliberate.
He met her eyes across the table. His cock twitched again.

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