Desire

Sarah sat glued to her chair, her big blue eyes shining with a naughty hunger she couldn't hide. They were locked on the glowing screen where her dad's robe hung open. Her white lace panties hugged his thick cock tight, and she couldn't look away.

Eight inches of hard, curved meat stared back at her, the fat tip dripping with pre-cum that sparkled like a tease. Her breath hitched, her pale skin turning pink as a shiver shook her curvy frame. Fuck, that'd stretch me so wide, she thought, the dirty idea lighting her up inside. Her nipples stiffened, pressing against her tight blouse, the top button already popped to show her breast heaving. Her plaid skirt rode up, her soaked panties sticking to her pussy, throbbing with need.

On the screen, Daniel's hand moved slow and strong, sliding the lace up and down his pulsing shaft. His grip tightened, stroking faster, the thin fabric stretching over his cock and catching more of his dripping pre-cum.

"Oh, Daddy," Sarah whispered, the words slipping out soft and shaky, dripping with a playful, dark edge. She wiggled in her seat, her legs squeezing together, knee-high socks clinging to her calves as her pussy flooded again, pulsing in time with him.

Her shaky hand darted to the desk, shoving papers aside with a loud clatter as she snatched her headphones. She jammed them in, pink bangs falling over her face as she yanked them over her ears, the cord tangling in her silky hair.

His voice hit her like a punch—low, rough, growling: "That's it, baby girl… suck Daddy good." The sound vibrated deep inside her, making her tremble hard. Her blouse stretched tight over her full tits, nipples aching. Her eyes grew wide, pupils dark with lust, the screen's glow bouncing off them. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as her thighs clamped shut, wet fabric clinging to her skin.

He wants me to suck him, she realized, the thought slamming into her like a tidal wave. She stared harder, drinking in every bit—the thick curve of his cock, the lace turning dark with his pre-cum, the twitch of his hips as he jerked himself faster.

I shouldn't want this—shouldn't crave my dad's cock—but fuck, I'd do it. I'd kneel there, gag on it, let him fuck my mouth 'til he cums. The need burned away her guilt, leaving her dizzy and hot. She'd fucked boys before, their clumsy hands nothing compared to this. This was filthy perfection, making her mouth water and her pussy tighten.

The lace on-screen darkened more, soaked with his pre-cum as his hand sped up. His balls tightened, his hips jerking—he was close. Sarah's breaths came fast, her chest rising under her blazer, the dark ribbon bouncing with each gasp.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice low and needy, begging him as she watched. Her fingers twitched toward her lap, itching to touch herself. She bit her lip, her shy side melting into raw want. Her pink hair swayed as she leaned closer, the flush creeping down her neck.

Daniel's voice growled again, rougher now: "Fuck, baby girl, take it all." His hand pumped fast, the lace shiny and slick, his cock twitching hard. Sarah's heart raced, her pussy drenching her panties as she pictured it—him grabbing my hair, shoving that cock in my mouth, fucking my face 'til I choke.

Her hand moved on its own, slipping under her skirt and pushing her panties aside. Her fingers slid through her wet curls, then plunged into her dripping pussy, two at once, stretching her as she gasped loud.

Then it hit. "Oh, Sarah," Daniel groaned on the screen, his voice a deep roar that shot straight to her core. Thick cum blasted from his cock, splattering everywhere, the lace catching streaks of it as his hips bucked.

Sarah's body jolted, a cry ripping from her throat as her fingers fucked deeper. "Oh fuck… Daddy," she gasped, her curvy body arching in the chair. Her blouse pulled tight, showing more flushed skin, her tits bouncing as she rocked against her hand. Her eyes rolled back, cheeks burning as pleasure crashed through her. Her juices coated her fingers, dripping down her wrist.

He came again, another hot spurt hitting the screen, and Sarah's tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. I want to taste it—lick it off him, swallow it all, she thought, her pussy gripping her fingers tight, craving him bad.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, a second wave tearing through her. Her legs shook, socks slipping down as her cum dripped onto the carpet, matching the mess he'd made.

Breathless, Sarah slumped back, her blouse sticking to her sweaty skin, nipples poking through. Her skirt stayed bunched up, panties soaked and useless. Her hazy eyes opened as she grabbed the mouse with a shaky hand, closing the cam window. The screen went dark, but the images stuck—his cock pulsing, cum dripping, her name in his growl.

She peeled off her wet panties, the scent of her arousal hitting the air as she rubbed them against her pussy one last time. Grabbing a post-it, she scribbled with a trembling hand: I see you, Daddy. This is for you. Show me. Check the bookcase.

A sly smile curved her lips, shy but wicked. She dropped the note and panties in her laundry basket, imagining his face when he found them—shocked, horny, maybe giving in. Barefoot, she padded away, skirt swaying, the ache in her pussy still burning.

"Tomorrow's gonna be wild," she murmured, her voice thick with want. She didn't know what he'd do—run or fuck her—but the thought of him wanting her sent a fresh shiver through her as she headed to the bathroom, licking her lips.