Daddy’s Home and Stressed

Every day during the week, I get home from work before you. Today is no different. I go upstairs after shutting the door to the house. I set my bag down on the bed and shimmy out of my sweaty clothes to put on something more comfortable. I pull the t-shirt up over my head, feeling my dark hair brush the upper part of my back as I tug the shirt off. After throwing it in the hamper, I lay down on my bed to tug off my jeans. I lift my legs straight up, pulling the waist of my jeans over the curve of my 18-year-old ass and down to my ankles.

I walk in just my bra and panties to the bathroom where I left an old t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts on the floor. I contemplate, at least until I know you’re on your way home, to walk around the house in just the t-shirt. Instead, I pull my shorts over the red lace of my panties and slip the t-shirt over my head.

It’s 3:30, and you won’t be home until four. I turn the TV onto our Netflix, hoping to catch an episode of my favorite TV show before you hog the TV. I turn the volume up loud enough to hear it in the kitchen and go about hunting down something to eat.

The half-hour of time passes in a flash and I hear your car pull into the driveway. I’m chewing on one of the last grapes in the bag when you unlock the front door and open it.

“Hi, Daddy!” I greet, setting the empty bag of grapes on the table. “How was work?”

Your eyes fall onto me, sprawled out sideways on the couch. My shorts have ridden up one side, exposing the entirety of my left cheek and a sliver of the lacy panties I have on. Your tongue swipes along your bottom lip, and you loosen your tie from around your neck.

“Get up,” you order.

My eyebrows come up in surprise. You sound angry like I’ve been a bad girl. I don’t remember doing anything wrong. I stand up as instructed while you throw your tie into the chair and your bag down by the door.

“Come here,” you say, slowly unbuttoning the topmost buttons on your shirt.

“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” I ask, my voice quiet and shaking.

You’ve never gotten rough with me before when I forgot to do something. My stomach tightens. If you’re about to punish me, I must have done something really bad.

“Mommy’s gone on a trip for the week and Daddy had a rough day at work,” you explain, looking my young body up and down. I’m looking at you, watching how your eyes drink in the curve of my young breasts and the length of my toned legs.

“I don’t understand, Daddy,” I say, my fingers lacing together in front of me.

In a blink, your hand wraps tightly around my throat. I gasp in surprise, my fingers coming up to pry your hand from my neck. You turn me around and slam my back up against the front door. Your grip loosens when I start gasping for air. You stand eryaman escort an arm’s length away from me, taking in the way I look.

“Daddy needs to blow off some steam, baby girl,” you say and lick your lips again.

“Daddy…” I struggle, trying to pull your hand off my neck. “Please daddy.”

“You’ve grown up so much, baby,” you murmur, and your hand slides from my neck to the curve of my breasts.

I try to step out of the way to run upstairs and away from you. You press your body against mine, pinning me to the wall. Against me, something hard throbs. Your hand squeezes my breast, while the other tips my head up. You look into my eyes.

“Daddy is hungry,” you say, and you lean your head down to kiss me.

Your lips press against mine and I stand stark still as your hand squeezes my breast again. The hand on my chin moves to my neck and you pull my body flush with yours. I can feel your hard cock against me. In my lace panties, my pussy starts to throb too. I kiss you back, feeling the way your kiss lights up every nerve in my body. Your lips part and your tongue works its way into my mouth.

“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” you ask, pulling inches away from my face. Your thumb runs over my bottom lip and I slowly nod my head.

You grin and take one of my hands from your wrist and bring it down to your cock.

“Have you ever sucked a cock, baby?”

My hand instinctively starts to stroke the hard outline of your cock and my eyes gape at how big it is. It’s going to split me in two.

“Such a slut,” you mutter.

Strands of my hair pull painful in your hand, and I follow your hand down onto my knees in front of you. I’m wincing as you undo the zipper to your pants and fish out the monster cock from inside. You’re smooth along your pelvis and your cock is red and throbbing in front of me. You grip my hair again, bringing my face closer before you smack me.

I gasp in surprise.

“You’re going to suck on daddy’s big cock like you do with your boyfriends, you little slut,” you say, forcing a finger into my mouth to pry it open.

I help by willingly opening my mouth, letting you shove your cock as far into it as it will go. You let out a moan as your cock touches the inside of my hot, wet mouth. You keep your fingers wrapped in my hair, but I bring my hand up to fist your hard cock. My tongue swirls over the tip and I look up at you as I suck hard.

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you baby? Do you like daddy’s hard cock in your mouth?”

“Yes daddy,” I say, nodding as I start to slurp on your cock.

“Oh baby!” you moan, guiding my head up and down your shaft. “Don’t stop sucking daddy’s big cock. Get it wet for me.”

You back me up against the wall again, pinning eryaman escort bayan my head between it and you. Both of your hands have tangled my dark hair into a ponytail, and you start to furiously hump into my mouth. I gag, my saliva running down my chin and onto my t-shirt, soaking it. I do my best to suck as you fuck my face, moaning around your cock before you heave me up by my hair again and walk me towards the kitchen table.

“Is your pussy wet for daddy?”

“Yes daddy,” I say, lifting my arms up for you to take my t-shirt off.

“Mmm, baby. Look at these tits,” you say, licking your lips. You grab both of them in your hands, pressing them together and jiggling them. You pinch my hard nipples until I wince.

You move your hand down to my shorts, sliding your hands inside and over my ass. You grip it, squeezing hard and pressing me into your hard cock again.

“I’ve been looking at this fat ass for months now. God, it feels so good.”

You pull my shorts down over the curve of my ass, pausing long enough to smack me hard on one of my cheeks. You press me down to layout on the kitchen table and grab my legs to spread them apart.

“Look at you, dripping wet for your daddy. Do you like being a little slut for daddy?”

“I want your cock so badly daddy. I love being your little slut!”

“You want daddy deep inside you, huh? You want daddy to put his big cock in your tight little hole?”

“Yes, daddy. Please give me that big cock. I need you inside me!”

Your fingers trail from my nipples down to my clit. You dip your finger into me and they’re coated in the slick juices of my little pussy. You rub my clit and I let out a little moan. You smirk at me, rubbing the sensitive nub until my back arches and I’m seconds away from cumming.

“Fuck daddy! Please! Please make me cum!”

“Your pussy is so juicy, baby,” you say, slapping my pussy with your hand. I moan again, watching as you take your cock in your hand and slowly run the tip between the lips of my pussy. My pussy juice clings to the tip of your cock, a string forming as you pull away.

“Do you want daddy to fuck you? Do you want daddy to fill you up with his big cock?”

“Yes daddy,” I say, nodding as I pinch my nipples. “I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Please daddy! I need you to fill me up!”

You position your cock as I talk and beg you to fuck me. Then, you thrust deep inside me. I let out a loud moan, my back arching off the table as inches of you disappear into my cunt. Your eyes roll as my tight pussy squeezes you. It’s so wet and you find yourself sliding easily in and out of me.

“Oh fuck baby girl, your pussy is so wet,” you moan, your cock balls deep inside me.

“You’re escort eryaman so deep inside me, daddy. Fuck your baby girl, daddy. Give me that big dick!”

Your hand comes around my neck again as you start to thrust into me. Your other hand grabs one of my ankles, spreading my legs wider for you to watch how my pussy grips your cock. My breasts jiggle as my moans and the sound of my dripping pussy fill the room.

Suddenly, you take your cock out.

“Daddy, no!” I whine, my bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You lean over my body, and I can feel the tip of your cock brush against my clit as your lips come inches from my face. You flex your fingers and swipe your tongue along my bottom lip.

“Be a good little girl for Daddy and bend over the table. I want to cum in your pussy,” you order, and I’m quick to do so.

You admire the curve of my ass as I lay my arms out above my head and bend over. You can see my juices running down the inside of my thigh and you spank me hard on my cheek.

“Do you like when daddy punishes you?” you ask, rubbing the reddening spot you just hit.

“Yes daddy,” I breathe, and you spank me again.

“Do you want daddy to use your little pussy until I flood it with cum?”

“Yes, daddy!” I say, turning my head to get a glimpse of you.

You smack your cock against my ass cheeks a couple of times, moaning quietly as you spank me again. Slowly, inch by inch, you sink your cock into me. I moan at the feeling of you stretching me, your balls pressing against my clit.

“Fill me up with your cum, daddy!” I beg, and you start to thrust in and out of me.

“Yeah? Do you want this fucking cum in your hole? You want daddy to own this cunt?”

“Yes, daddy! I want to be your little cum slut. Make your little cum dumpster and fill up my pussy!”

“Your pussy is so much better than your mother’s,” you moan, your fingers gripping the edges of my hips. You start to fuck me deeper and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I start to cum.

“Fucking cum on this dick you dirty, little whore,” you say, spanking my ass.

My clit keeps rubbing against the table, and your cock is splitting me in two. I cum again, right on top of my first orgasm and I can feel my body start to shake.

“Please daddy! I’ve been such a good little girl for you! Give me your big load of cum!”

You reach down to take me by the throat while your other hand pulls my head back. You hold my head in place with your teeth biting at my shoulder. You grunt, fucking me with hard strokes until your hand tightens on my throat.

“Take it you little bitch,” you order. “Take all of daddy’s cum in this little pussy.”

I feel your cock pulse twice before your hot, sticky cum is flooding my abused hole. I cum again and your knees buckle at the pleasure my spasming pussy gives to your pulsing cock. You empty your balls into my young cunt and slowly pull out to see your daddy milk drip out and onto the floor.

“You’re always a good little girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”