Daddy the wanker

I slammed the front door behind me after school, my backpack heavy on my shoulders. Dad was home early again—his car was in the driveway. Mom had been gone for a year now, ever since the divorce, and it was just the two of us in this quiet house. I was fifteen, trying to navigate high school and my secret boyfriend, Alex, without Dad finding out. But today, something felt off. I heard heavy breathing from his bedroom door, which was cracked open.

Curious, I peeked inside. There he was, my dad, sitting on the edge of his bed in just his boxers, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it furiously. On his laptop screen were pictures of me—ones I'd posted on social media, innocent selfies in my bikini from last summer's pool party. His eyes were glued to them, grunting as he pumped faster, pre-cum glistening on the head.

My stomach twisted in disgust. "Dad? What the hell are you doing?" I burst in, my voice shaking with anger.

He startled, yanking a blanket over his lap, but it was too late. His face flushed red, but then it hardened into something darker. "Marina, get out! This isn't—"

"No!' I cut him off, pulling out my phone. 'You're jerking off to pictures of your own daughter? I'm telling Mom. She needs to know what a pervert you are." I started typing a message, my fingers flying across the screen.

He lunged forward, grabbing my wrist and wrenching the phone away. It clattered to the floor." You little bitch,* he growled, his breath hot on my face. "You think you can threaten me? After everything I've done for you? Fine, go ahead and tell her. But first, you're going to confess. Everything. About that boyfriend of yours."

I tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. "Let go! That's none of your business!*

" Oh, it is now. You let him fuck you but you complain about me just jerking off. Me, your own dad! " He shoved me onto the bed, pinning my arms above my head with one hand. His other hand yanked at my school skirt, flipping it up to expose my panties. "I am going to fuck you so hard you will be thinking of me when with him."

Tears stung my eyes as I struggled. "Stop! Dad, please—"

"Tell me!" He slapped my thigh hard, the sting making me yelp. His fingers hooked into my panties, ripping them down my legs. I kicked, but he was stronger, spreading my thighs apart. My pussy was bare, exposed to his hungry stare. "Does he finger this tight little cunt? Does he make you suck his dick?"

I shook my head, sobbing. 'Dad, I—'

"Slut." He forced two fingers inside me roughly, stretching my dry walls. I cried out in pain, but he pumped them in and out, ignoring my pleas. "You've been a whore for him, haven't you? Spreading your legs like a whore. Confess, or I'll make this worse."

"Okay, okay!" I gasped, my body betraying me as unwanted slickness started to coat his fingers. "He... he kisses me. Touches my breasts. We... we dry hump sometimes. We fuck."

Dad's eyes gleamed with sick satisfaction. "Did he make you cum.? He added a third finger, twisting them deep, hitting that spot inside me that made my hips buck involuntarily.

" Ah! No, he hasn't... I swear!" I tried to lie. My dad as if reading the lie smirked, my clit throbbing against his palm as he ground it.

"You're wet now, you filthy girl." He leaned down, his free hand shoving my blouse open, buttons popping. My bra came next, and he latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his fingers plunged faster. I hated how my body responded, my pussy clenching around the invasion.

" Please, Dad, stop..." I whimpered, but the words lost strength as the first orgasm built against my will. His thumb circled my clit relentlessly, and I shattered, my walls spasming, juices soaking his hand. "Nooo!"

He laughed darkly, pulling his fingers out and shoving them into my mouth. "Taste yourself, slut. That's one." I gagged on the salty tang, tears streaming down my face.

Before I could recover, he flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my ass up. I heard his boxers hit the floor, then felt the hot, blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. 'Time to confess more. Does he eat your pussy? Make you cum like this?'

"Dad, don't—" My plea turned into a scream as he thrust in, his thick shaft splitting me open. He was huge, bigger than I imagined, bottoming out in one brutal push. He was way bigger than Alex. Pain burned through me, but he didn't care, gripping my hips and pounding hard, his balls slapping my clit with each slam.

"Tell me everything!" He spanked my ass, the sharp cracks echoing. "What else do you do with him?"

I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my sobs. "He... he fingers me sometimes. Licks my neck. We... we have sex." My body rocked with his forceful rhythm, his cock dragging along my inner walls, hitting deep.

"Not enough." He reached under me, pinching my clit between his fingers, rolling it roughly. The overstimulation made stars burst behind my eyes. I tried to fight it, clenching my fists, but the pressure built again, coiling tight in my belly. "Cum for Daddy, Marina. Show me what a good girl you are."

I shook my head, biting the pillow, but it was useless. The second orgasm ripped through me, my pussy gushing around his pistoning cock, milking him as I wailed into the fabric. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, thrusting deeper, prolonging the waves until I collapsed, trembling.

He pulled out abruptly, flipping me onto my back. My legs splayed wide, pussy red and swollen, leaking our mixed fluids. "One more confession. You want this, don't you? Deep down, you've fantasized about your daddy's cock."

"No! Never!" I denied it. He straddled my chest, his slick dick hovering over my face. He grabbed my hair, forcing my lips apart, and shoved in. I choked as he fucked my mouth, the head battering my throat. Saliva drooled down my chin, mixing with tears.

"Suck it, baby girl. Pretend it's your boyfriend's." He face-fucked me mercilessly, his balls smacking my chin. One hand snaked down to my pussy again, fingers diving in to rub my g-spot while his thumb assaulted my clit.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The dual assault overwhelmed me—his cock stretching my mouth, his fingers curling inside me. Betrayal burned in my chest, but my traitorous body arched, chasing the friction. The third climax hit like a freight train, my muffled moans vibrating around his shaft as my pussy convulsed, squirting onto his hand.

Dad roared, pulling out just in time to stroke himself furiously. Hot ropes of cum splattered across my face and tits, marking me as his. He collapsed beside me, panting, while I curled into a ball, broken and sobbing.

'Now you know whose you are,' he murmured, stroking my hair like it was normal. "No more threats, Marina. Or next time, it'll be four."