Sinners High School 5

The front door slammed open, and there she was—my Amy, my little girl, stumbling into the living room with mascara-streaked cheeks and sobs heaving her chest. She collapsed onto the couch, burying her face in her hands.

"Daddy," she wailed, voice breaking. "My boyfriend cheated on me. He fucked some other girl while I was gone. Twice!" At fourteen, she surely knew a lot.So someone had been fucking my daughter as I had suspected. I sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shaking shoulders, pulling her close. Her perfume mixed with the salt of her tears, stirring something deep in my gut.

"Hey, hey, baby girl," I murmured, stroking her hair. "No need to cry over that prick. If he cheated, you cheat right back. Get some revenge dick and show him what he's missing." She lifted her head, eyes red and puffy, sniffling. I wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb, my voice dropping low. "Tell me the truth, Amy. Was the main reason you begged to come back home... for cock? You couldn't stay away from it, could you?"

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing under the mess of her makeup, and nodded slowly. "Yes, Daddy. I'm addicted to it. A day without it feels like hell. I ache for it—need it filling me, stretching me. That's why I came back. I couldn't take it anymore." Her confession hung in the air, raw and honest, making my pulse quicken. I hugged her tighter, but inside, my mind raced with images I shouldn't have.

That night, after she'd cried herself to sleep in her old room, I lay in bed, cock throbbing under the sheets. I wrapped my fist around it, stroking slow at first, imagining Amy bent over, some guy's hands gripping her hips as he rammed into her tight pussy. Her moans echoing, body jolting with each thrust, tits bouncing. Faster I pumped, picturing her face contorted in ecstasy, begging for more. Cum shot from me in thick ropes, splattering my stomach as I groaned her name under my breath. Guilt flickered, but the release was too sweet to regret.

Morning light filtered through the kitchen window when she padded in, and fuck—my breath caught. Red lipstick smeared bold on her full lips, red boots hugging her calves up to her knees. A tight mini skirt barely covered her ass, riding up with every step, and a white top clung to her curves, nipples poking through the thin fabric. My nerdy daughter, the one who'd hidden behind glasses and baggy sweaters, looked like a total hoe now. Confidence radiated off her, hips swaying as she grabbed a coffee mug. My cock stiffened instantly, straining against my boxers, but I clenched my jaw, forcing control. No way I'd let her see that.

"Where you headed dressed like that, sweetheart?" I asked, voice steady as I sipped my own coffee, eyes tracing the hem of her skirt.

She turned, smirking a little through the hurt still in her eyes."'To a club, Daddy. Gonna get picked up, find some stranger to fuck me senseless. Revenge sex"

I set my mug down hard, standing up. "Absolutely not. You could catch STIs, or worse—some creep could hurt you, kill you even. Clubs are full of animals." My heart pounded at the thought of her out there, vulnerable. Then it hit me, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Let me do it to you instead. I'll give you what you need, safe, right here. No risks."

Her eyes widened, stepping back. "Daddy, no—that's wrong. You're my father." She shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest, but I saw the flicker of temptation, the way her thighs pressed together.

I closed the distance, cupping her face gently. "Baby, you've changed. You're not my little girl anymore—you're a woman craving it. Your boyfriend hurt you; let me make it better. I'll fuck you just as good, show you what a real man can do. No one else needs to know." I trailed my hand down her neck, feeling her pulse race. She resisted, mumbling protests, but her body leaned in." Trust me, Amy. Daddy knows best." Finally, she nodded, whispering," Okay... just this once."

I led her to my bedroom, heart hammering. Pushed her onto the bed, yanking her white top up to expose her tits—full and perky, nipples hard peaks. I sucked one into my mouth, tongue lashing, teeth grazing as she gasped. My hands shoved her mini skirt higher, fingers finding her pussy already wet, no panties in the way. "Soaked for Daddy, huh?" I growled, plunging two fingers in, curling them to hit her spot. She bucked, moaning, but I pulled out, shedding my clothes. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, harder than it'd been in years.

She stared, licking her red lips. I positioned between her spread thighs, rubbing the head against her slick folds. "Beg for it." "Please, Daddy—fuck me." One thrust, and I sank deep, her walls clenching tight around me. So fucking tight. I pounded her relentlessly, hips slamming, balls slapping her ass. She wrapped her legs around me, red boots digging into my back, crying out as I hit deep. Her pussy fluttered, and she came hard, nails raking my shoulders, juices coating my shaft.

I didn't stop, flipping her onto all fours, gripping her hips to ram back in. "Take it, baby—Daddy's cock owns you." She pushed back, ass jiggling with each impact, moaning like a whore. Built fast again, her second orgasm crashing as I pulled out, stroking furiously. Cum erupted, painting her face in hot streaks—first load for the first time her boyfriend cheated. She licked her lips, tasting it, eyes glazed.

We caught our breath, but I wasn't done. Mark cheated twice, so round two. I pushed her down, straddling her chest, feeding my cock between her tits before shoving it into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, tongue swirling, but as she pulled off to gasp, "Matt's dick is so—' she froze, realizing her slip.

" Wait—Matt? As in your teacher Matt?" Rage boiled up. I grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes bulge."Confess, slut. Everything. In detail." She choked out the truth, voice raspy: "Yes, Daddy—he's my teacher. I rode him in his office, bouncing on his cock while he graded papers, my pussy gripping him tight. Sucked him off under his desk during class, swallowing his cum while he marked tests, his hand in my hair forcing me deeper."

I tightened my grip, thrusting my cock back into her mouth." Is his dick bigger than mine?" She shook her head around my shaft, mumbling, 'No—you are both big, Daddy." I released her throat. "Did I make you feel just as good?"

'+"Yes daddy," she admitted, coughing. "You made me cum so hard."

That broke me. I flipped her over, ass up, and slammed into her pussy from behind—brutal, no mercy. Spanked her cheeks red, handprints blooming as I choked her again, pulling her head back by her hair. "You're a filthy slut, Amy—fucking your teacher like a whore. This is punishment." She screamed, body trembling, but her hips ground back, taking every punishing thrust. I railed her harder, cock pistoning, spanking between chokes, calling her my dirty little cumslut. Her pussy spasmed violently around me—second orgasm ripping through her, walls milking me as she squirted, soaking my thighs. I didn't let up, pounding through it until the second hit, even fiercer, her whole body convulsing, screams muffled into the pillow.

Finally, I pulled out, flipping her to face me, and came on her face again—second load, thick ropes across her cheeks and lips, mixing with the first. She lay there, panting, face glazed, looking utterly wrecked.

I pulled her into my arms, voice firm. 'This was punishment, baby. But you're to keep seeing Matt—continue the relationship. Every detail, you tell me. How he fucks you, where, how many times you cum on his cock. Everything. Understand?'

She nodded weakly a sly smile playing at her face, whispering, "Yes, Daddy." My cock twitched at the thought, but for now, I held her, the taboo line crossed forever.