This is actually the result of a post I saw on r/dirtypenpals the other day. I never got a response from the OP, but I liked the idea so much, I ran with it. Also… I haven’t posted much here, but this is probably the most aggressive, violent, and mean smut I’ve written. It’s probably not that bad, but it’s definitely a new flavor for me. C&C welcome. I’m still trying to figure out the ideal paragraph length for mobile, so sorry if that needs work. All depicted characters are 18+
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John lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The clock on his dresser rolled over to 1 am, and he still couldn’t sleep. 20 days into this quarantine with no end in sight, and his daughter, Zoe, had started to lose it after the first week. Wearing less and less around the house, getting very touchy, pushing personal space boundaries. Then the texts started. First it was cute selfies around the house. Soon it became “cuddle with me, Daddy” and a picture of her in panties and shirt. It only escalated from there. Today it had reached the point of a “handbra” and panties with a lollipop in her mouth accompanying the message “I bet you wish my mouth was on something else, don’t you, Daddy?”
And the fucked up part was that it was turning him on more and more. Just thinking about the picture had him half-hard. He’d been fighting it, but he hadn’t been laid in almost a month. His wife, Helen, lay in the bed next to him, passed out hard. She was pulling doubles at work – as a nurse, she was essential personnel. She didn’t have the energy for much besides dinner and a shower when she got home. He had tried to get her going a couple times, but his attempts just fizzled.
Fuck. He wished he knew what had gotten into his daughter… Had she been thinking of him this way for a while? Was she some kind of nympho or sex addict? He had no answer, but he knew he had to do something soon, he couldn’t even try to rub one out without her tight, perfect ass popping into his head. Fuck! He sat up and rubbed his hands against his tired eyes. That girl needed to be taught a hard lesson, and he couldn’t wait until morning.
John quietly stood, adrenaline suddenly surging through his body. He felt his hands shake as he moved slowly for the door. He pulled his bathrobe from a hook on the wall and threw it over his shoulders. As quietly as possible, he opened the door and let himself out into the hallway. He moved through the hall and down the stairs like a wraith, silent but filled with dark purpose. He could feel precum soaking into his boxer briefs as the images of his scantily-clad daughter flashed through his mind.
On the main floor he crossed through the dining room to the basement stairs. Here he paused, another surge of adrenaline spiking in his gut. The image of his not-so-innocent daughter sucking that lollipop sprang into his head again, but now the lollipop was gone, replaced with his hard cock, her makeup smeared and running from a hard face-fucking. His cock pressed against its fabric prison urgently, and his hand twisted, pulling open the door.
He descended the final flight of stairs on shaky legs, the adrenaline and taboo of what he was about to do making him feel light headed. His path across the common room was easily visible, the light from the pool outside illuminating the room through a series of windows along the wall. Zoe’s room had been moved down here after she started having pool parties in high school, it meant the rest of the family didn’t have to listen to a gaggle of teen girls gossiping through the night. Tonight, it meant no one would hear him showing Zoe her place.
As he crossed the room, his steps become more steady and determined. He stopped at her door, his ear straining to make out any signs of wakefulness form within. His heart pounded, the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Taking a breath, he pushed the door open and stepped into her sanctum. He hadn’t been down here in some time, a lot had changed from those teen years. He looked down at the sleeping form before him, she had changed a lot since those years, too.
He had tried not to notice, but she had put those changes in the center of his awareness these past weeks. She lay on her side, dressed in a large t-shirt and tiny panties, her long brown hair spilling across the pillow. He could see the curves of her full, perky breasts outlined by the fabric of her shirt. He shrugged off the robe and stepped forward to the foot of her bed. His gaze continued down her body, taking in her smooth, tight stomach, spotting the back tattoo her parents had told her not to get, then slid down to her wide, round hips and her perfect ass, a testament to her workout regimen.
Her toned legs were just far enough apart for him to make out the mound of her pussy, the tight little panties showing her prominent slit. Another image flashed through his mind, this time a picture of Zoe in her cheer outfit, with the message “I’d shout your name any day, Daddy!” and the heat rushed up in his chest again, his cock throbbing. Before he even knew what he was doing, he had pushed his underwear to the floor, his cock standing rigid in the dim light.
He reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand, feeling the nipple harden instantly under his thumb. He rubbed against it and she shifted slightly, letting out a low moan. He felt lightheaded for a moment, as his cock twitched in anticipation. He was hungry for this, so hungry. He reached down and rubbed against her mound roughly, feeling his fingers sink into the soft flesh, her wetness already seeping through. For fucks sake, was she always this way, he wondered?
She groaned, turning her head into her pillow as his fingers pushed into her. He seized his moment and quickly pulled her panties down, nearly tearing them off. He pushed his fingers between her lips, feeling her juice run down his hand. She moaned again, louder, and raised her hips slightly. He withdrew his hand and lifted his soaked fingers to his lips, sucking them clean just as she had sucked on the lollipop earlier, then he spit on his hand and reached down to grasp his cock. He smeared the mix of her juice and his saliva over his thick, rock-hard cock.
He lifted her hips further and lined himself up with her glistening cunt, guiding his head against her hot, slick lips. Zoe moaned again, and he pushed into her, his full length sliding into her tight hole in one go. She awoke with a gasp, but quickly found her face pushed roughly into her pillow by a strong hand. The other hand held on to her ass as he began to thrust, hard and fast. He leaned down, his belly pressing against her back and growled, “You want to be a slut? This is how little sluts get treated.” Unable to speak, she simply moaned into the pillow and gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles as his heavy balls slapped her clit and his fat member rammed her pussy again and again.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her up to a kneeling position, as he asked “Do you like that, huh? Do you like Daddy’s fat dick in your little whore pussy? You’re a fucking dirty little girl, aren’t you? Teasing your Daddy like that all week.” between the hard fucking and gasping for breath, all she could manage was a low “o-o-o-o-yyyes-s-s-s-Daddy…”
Pushing her roughly down against the bed again, he slapped Zoe’s ass with his free hand, drawing a muffled yelp from her and leaving an immediate red mark. He slapped her again, and he felt her body begin to tighten. First her legs tensed up, then her arms jerked inward, one hand balling into a powerless fist. She began to shake, her back arching, and her hips jerking as she came under the relentless onslaught. He felt her juices leaking out of her, running down her legs and drenching his member. “You *are* dirty,” he said as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, her moans having turned to cries of pleasure. “You just came all over your own Daddy’s cock.” He sucked his teeth. “Naughty girl.”
He leaned down, holding her in place with the weight of his body, and reached under her. He slid his hand under the loose shirt and roughly grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it and pinching the hard, sensitive nipple. She grabbed her bedsheets again, pulling against them, vainly trying to control the sensations overwhelming her. He straightened up again, keeping one hand between her shoulder blades and slowed his rhythm, putting more power into each thrust, their skin slapping together loudly in the small room. within moments of this shift, he began to feel the familiar ache in his abdomen, the pressure behind the head of his cock, and he quickly pulled himself out of her.
He grabbed her shoulder, flipped her over, and clamped a hand around her throat, the other stroking himself. He climbed up on her, knees straddling her waist, towering over his daughter. He looked down at her, her hair a tangled mess, eyes red and puffy, and her own juices dripping from his balls onto her exposed chest. He watched as she gasped for breath, her throat restricted in his iron grip, and he came.
With a deep groan, he released her neck and grabbed the headboard for balance. In a rush, everything she had worked up in him came out. The first pulse ran the length of his rod, spitting a thick string of his seed onto her pillow and leaving a white trail across her hair. His hips spasmed with the next burst, the glob of thick, hot cum landing right on her forehead, followed quickly by another across her right cheek and eye. The next splattered against her neck, and then another on her lips and into her open mouth, and the last stringing from her chin to her hair.
He fell back on his haunches for a moment, catching his breath, trails of jizz still leaking down onto Zoe’s belly. Then he raised himself back up, and reached down to pull his girl into a sitting position. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed his dick against her lips. “Clean it, slut,” he ordered, and she silently obeyed, opening her mouth and beginning to suck him clean. She couldn’t fully fit his girth in her mouth, and resorted to licking the length of his shaft, then his balls, letting his still throbbing member rest against her face. As she cleaned his sack with her tongue, he felt a spasm and watched himself squeeze out another short spurt of cum, right into her hair. “That’s a good little whore. Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear a word. Think about what you did to earn this.”
Without another word, he stood, gathered his underwear and robe, and left her room. He quickly cleaned himself in the bathroom, dressed, and returned to his bedroom. As he lay down in his bed, his phone buzzed. A message from Zoe. He opened it to see a picture of her dangling a string of cum over her open mouth. The message read: “Took you long enough, Daddy. “
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fyehpk/mfzoe_finds_daddys_breaking_point
Holy hell.