Daddy Caught Me Fingering

Lori sat on the edge of her bed in the quiet suburban house, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she stared at the closed door. Mom had left that morning for a week-long visit to Grandma’s, leaving just her and Dad alone under the same roof. At twenty-one she was old enough to do whatever she wanted, yet the house rules still chained her like a teenager. No late nights out, no boys over, no wandering the streets after dark. The frustration burned low in her belly, mixing with a restless heat that had been building all day.

She kicked off her shorts and peeled the thin tank top over her head, freeing her heavy D-cup tits. The cool air of the bedroom kissed her nipples into stiff peaks. Lori’s fingers traced the soft undersides of her breasts, lifting them, squeezing until the flesh spilled between her knuckles. She loved how full they felt, how the pink tips hardened under the lightest brush. Thinking about the way Steve used to suck them made her thighs press together. She imagined Jerry’s tongue swirling around each nipple while his thick cock pressed against her thigh. None of them were here tonight. Only her own hands.

She lay back against the pillows, legs falling open. Her shaved pussy was already slick. Two fingers slid down the smooth mound and parted the puffy outer lips. The inner folds were swollen and glossy. Lori circled her clit with a slow, deliberate pressure, watching it plump and darken. She dipped lower, collecting the thick juice that coated her entrance, then brought the shiny fingers to her nose. The musky, sweet scent of her own cunt filled her lungs. She licked them clean, tasting salt and cream, before plunging two fingers deep into her hole.

The wet sound filled the room. Lori fucked herself steadily, curling her fingers against the spongy front wall while her thumb kept steady pressure on her clit. Her hips rolled up to meet every thrust. She thought about being bent over, about a hard cock stretching her open, about the filthy things men whispered when they came inside her. The tension coiled tighter. She was so close, so lost in the wet rhythm of her own fingers, that she never heard the soft creak of the door.

“Pumpkin…”

Dad’s voice froze her. Lori’s eyes snapped open. He stood in the doorway, tall and solid in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, staring at the sight of his naked daughter with two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt. For a long second neither of them moved. His gaze traveled from her flushed face down over her heaving tits, across her flat stomach, and locked on the glistening fingers still half-buried between her spread thighs.

Lori yanked her hand free and grabbed for the blanket. “You’re supposed to knock!”

“It’s my house,” he said, voice low and rough. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “I go where I want.”

The smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air. Dad inhaled deeply, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. He crossed his arms, pacing once at the foot of the bed while he spoke almost to himself. “I’ve watched you grow up. Watched those tits fill out, watched that ass get round. Told myself you were still my little girl. But look at you. Fingering that pretty cunt like a whore who can’t wait.”

Lori’s cheeks burned. She clutched the blanket higher. “Dad—”

“Drop it.” The command cracked like a whip. “Keep your hands off the covers. I want to see what my daughter does when she thinks she’s alone.”

She hesitated. His face was stern, but the front of his jeans already showed a thick ridge. Something reckless and hungry stirred inside her. Slowly she let the blanket fall. Her bare body was on full display again—full tits, hard nipples, the wet slit between her open legs.

“Come here.” He lay down on the carpet at the side of the bed. “Straddle my face.”

Lori’s heart hammered. She climbed off the mattress and stood over him on shaky legs. He gripped her ankles and guided her until she was hovering above his mouth, knees on either side of his head. The heat of his breath ghosted over her soaked folds.

“Squat down. Keep going. Finger that cunt for me.”

She sank lower until her pussy hovered just above his lips. Two fingers slid back inside her. The angle made every thrust deeper. Juice coated her knuckles and dripped in slow strands. She felt one warm drop land on his tongue. Dad’s eyes closed. His mouth opened wider.

“Harder,” he growled against her. “You were fucking yourself like a desperate slut when I walked in. Don’t get shy now.”

Lori obeyed. She pumped her fingers faster, the wet squelch loud in the quiet room. More of her cream dripped onto his waiting tongue. He licked greedily, catching every drop, then lifted his head and sealed his mouth over her dripping hole. His tongue pushed inside alongside her fingers, thick and hot, curling against her walls.

“Oh fuck—” The words spilled out before she could stop them. She rode his face, grinding her clit against his nose while he drank from her. The dual sensation of her own fingers and his tongue sent her crashing over the edge. Her thighs shook. A fresh flood of cum poured out of her, and Dad swallowed every bit, growling like a man starved.

When the last tremor faded she tried to lift away. His hands clamped on her hips and held her in place while he licked her clean, slow and thorough, until her pussy was shiny and hypersensitive.

He finally released her. Lori sat back on the bed, legs still open, watching him. His chin glistened with her juices. He sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at the massive bulge straining his jeans.

“You did that,” he said. “Look what my daughter’s dripping cunt did to me. Touch it.”

Lori’s hand trembled as she reached out. She traced the thick outline through the denim first, feeling the heat and the heavy pulse. Dad unbuckled his belt, shoved his jeans and boxers down, and freed a cock thicker and longer than any she had taken before. The head was flushed dark, the shaft veined and rigid, the heavy balls drawn up tight.

“Stroke it.”

She wrapped her fingers around the girth. Her hand barely closed. She pumped slowly from root to tip, spreading the bead of precum over the swollen head. Dad’s breath left him in a low groan.

“That’s it. You know how to handle a cock. Now put it in your mouth.”

Lori leaned forward and opened wide. The broad head stretched her lips. She took him deeper, tongue swirling under the ridge, tasting salt and musk. Inch by inch she worked him into her throat until her nose pressed against the dark hair at his base. Dad’s hands settled on her twin ponytails, using them like reins.

“Fuck, look at you. My little girl choking on Daddy’s cock.” He thrust shallowly, fucking her mouth while she moaned around the thick shaft. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently while she bobbed faster.

He pulled free just before he finished, fist pumping hard. “Punishment for all the years you teased me walking around this house in those short shorts.” The first thick rope of cum painted across her tits. The second striped her cheek and lips. More landed on her tongue when she opened for it. Lori swallowed what she could and let the rest drip down her chin.

Dad stared at the mess he had made, cock still rock-hard. “On your hands and knees in front of the mirror. Ass up. Legs spread. Eyes on me the whole time.”

She scrambled into position, watching their reflection. Her face and tits were shiny with his load. Dad knelt behind her, ran both hands over the smooth curves of her ass, then spread her cheeks. The blunt head of his cock nudged her soaked entrance.

“You can’t,” she whispered, the protest weak and empty.

“I can and I will. This is what happens to naughty girls who play with their cunts in Daddy’s house.” He pushed forward in one long, relentless stroke. Lori’s mouth fell open as the thick shaft stretched her open, filling her deeper than anyone ever had. When his hips finally met her ass she was stuffed completely, walls fluttering around the invasion.

He fucked her slow at first, savoring every drag of her tight pussy along his cock. The mirror showed everything—her tits swinging, her face flushed, the wet length of him disappearing into her again and again. Dad leaned over her back, one hand reaching under to squeeze a heavy breast while the other stayed locked on her hip.

“You like this, don’t you? Getting fucked by your own father.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Daddy.”