Finally Crossed The Line

Daniel slumped at his desk, the quiet buzz of his computer drowned out by the wild thump of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Tonight, for the first time in forever, he'd left the office door unlocked—a risky move that made his big shoulders tense up tight. The clock glowed 7:32 PM, its red numbers mocking him as he glared at the boring spreadsheet on his screen. His thick fingers hovered over the keys, but no way could he type.

Sarah's voice had slipped through the door fifteen minutes ago, all soft and sexy with a "Hey, Dad" that tugged at his gut like a tease. He'd answered cool and steady, "Hey, sweetie," locking down the chaos spinning inside him. He'd gotten up then, peeked into the shadowy hallway—her bedroom door was shut tight—and shuffled back to his chair, his willpower cracking like thin ice. Should he go to her? Ask why she'd told him to show her? Did she see that damn video? Nah—he'd wait. She had to make a move too, or it didn't count.

Ten minutes crawled by. He squirmed in his seat, the leather groaning under his bulk. Twenty minutes. Every tick of the clock smashed at his self-control, his beefy fingers drumming the desk. Did she hate him now? Was she grossed out? Worry chewed at him, cold and nasty, until the door squeaked open. He stopped breathing, everything locked up.

There she was—Sarah, standing in the doorway, a vision that punched the air right out of him and torched every wall he'd ever built. Her silky pink hair tumbled past her shoulders, messy waves sticking to her sweaty forehead. Those bright blue eyes smoldered, lazy but starving, pinned right on him. She was buck naked, her pale skin glowing under the dim lamp, flushed hot pink across her juicy tits—36C, he knew that now, too well. They jiggled with every shaky breath she took. His eyes dragged down her flat tummy to that smooth, slightly hairy pussy, her plump lips shiny and dripping wet. Holy shit, she's soaked, he thought, his dick jumping hard in his pants as she stepped in, clicked the door shut, and locked it with a twist.

She sauntered over slow, her firm legs wobbly but sexy as hell, and plopped onto the leather couch just five feet from his desk. Her thighs spread wide, no shame, and Daniel's mouth went bone-dry. Her wetness glistened, a slick trail leaking down to pool on the leather. Her hand slid down her quivering belly, fingertips teasing the edge of her drenched slit. "Show me, Dad," she said, her voice low and bossy, slicing through the quiet. He blinked, chest pumping hard, brain scrambled until she leaned forward a bit, her curvy body daring him. "Do it again. Right now."

His hands shook as he stood, shuffling around the desk to lean on its edge, facing her across the tiny space. The wood bit into his hips. He fumbled with his pants, the zipper loud as hell, and shoved them down to his ankles. His cock popped out, thick and stiff, the tip already slick with pre-cum. Sarah gasped, her blue eyes going wide. "Fuck yes," she growled, voice all raspy and hot, her hand diving between her legs. Two fingers sank deep into her sopping pussy, the wet *squelch* echoing as she fucked herself fast.

"Oh God, baby girl," Daniel rumbled, his voice gritty, matching her fire. His hand gripped his shaft, stroking slow, syncing with the messy sounds of her fingers pumping. Her smell slammed into him—sweet, musky, pure sex—mixing with his own sweaty heat. She spread her thighs wider, pink hair spilling over her shoulders as she yanked her fingers out, all shiny and wet. Both hands peeled her pussy open, showing him that pink, dripping heaven inside.

"You wanna eat your daughter's cunt, Daddy?" she purred, her voice a dirty snarl that shredded his last bit of restraint. "You've been sniffing my panties, fantasizing about this, huh? Wanna lick your little girl's juicy pussy?"

His brain shorted out, shame and lust smashing together. "Yesssssss," he hissed, the word slipping out raw and desperate. No point lying—not after she'd caught him on that video, jacking off with her dirty panties smashed against his face.

"Yes what?" she barked, her eyes flashing blue flames. "Say it proper."

"I wanna suck my little girl's pussy," he choked out, the truth spilling like a dam breaking, heavy and filthy. His cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum splattering the floor.

"Then get over here. Now," she snarled, her whole body shaking with raw need.

Daniel stumbled forward, two sloppy steps, and dropped to his knees between her toned thighs. The carpet scratched his skin. He grabbed her hips, rough and hungry, and dove face-first into her heat. Her scent—wet, sweet, alive—hit him like a drug, way stronger than the faint tease he'd stolen from her laundry. "Oh fuck," he moaned, his tongue plunging into her tight, slippery slit, slurping up the juices gushing out. Her taste flooded his mouth, thick and sharp. "Eat me, Daddy," Sarah cried, her hands yanking his hair, nails clawing his scalp. "Eat your daughter's hot fucking pussy."

He smeared his face in her slickness, sucking hard, tongue swirling deep. Then he found her clit, tiny and swollen, and locked onto it, flicking fast with his tongue tip. She bucked against him, thighs quaking. "Aaaghhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed, the sound ricocheting off the walls as little shocks tore through her. Her juices poured out faster, dripping down his chin, soaking his shirt. He didn't give a damn—kept sucking, wild to make her explode, drowning in the heat and the taboo of it.

She'd fucked boys before, clumsy idiots who didn't know shit, but this? This was something else. He knew her, way too fucking well, and his tongue worked her pussy like he'd memorized every inch. The shocks built up, tightening into a hot, throbbing ball in her gut. She felt the big one coming, no stopping it. No way, she thought, shoving his shoulders hard. Not yet.

He rocked back on his knees, stunned, her juices gleaming on his face. "Fuck me, Daddy," she growled, spreading her thighs wide again, her pussy pulsing and begging. "Fuck your daughter right now." His eyes bugged out, doubt flickering, but she leaned in, panting hard. "You heard me. I saw you blow your load all over my panties in that video. Fuck me now, or I'll go insane."

Daniel got up on his knees, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the carpet, thick and aching. "That's it," she purred, voice all sultry and low. "Ram that fat dick into your daughter's greedy little cunt. Claim me, Daddyyyyy—" Her words melted into a scream as he lunged, slamming into her with one brutal thrust. His cock stretched her tight walls, filling her up, and her head fell back, pink hair plastered to her sweaty face.

"Fuuuuccckkkkkk," he groaned, her pussy clamping him like a vice, hot and wet. He pulled back slow, then pounded in again, staring down at her sprawled on the couch. Her blue eyes rolled back, her juicy tits bouncing with every thrust, nipples stiff and pink. That tight ball in her belly snapped, and she came hard, shaking like a broken doll. "Ungh… fuck…" she gasped, wild moans ripping out, drool leaking from her mouth. Her pussy gushed, spraying hot wetness over his shirt and stomach—not piss, just her juice, raw and perfect. Stars popped behind her eyes, breath gone, nearly passing out.

He froze, watching her thrash, shocked then awed. "Baby, you—" he stuttered, starting to pull out, but her nails sank into his arms, sharp as knives.

"Don't you fucking stop," she rasped, face red, hair stuck to her forehead. "I just came, Dad. Fucking came. Not some weak trickle—real cum." Her grin was feral. "Your turn."

He groaned, "Oh God," as she arched up, pulling him back in. Her pussy squeezed him, tight and dripping. "Do it, Daddy," she purred, voice sweet and wicked. "Fuck your little girl. Use me like your nasty slut—I'm all yours. Stuff me with that cock and your cum."

He lost it, thrusting slow at first, then hard and fast, skin slapping loud. Her juices squished under her ass, pooling on the leather. She felt another wave rising but held it, staring up at him—his lip shaking, hips bucking crazy. "OH fuck yesssss," she yelled, legs wrapping his waist, heels digging into his ass, forcing him deeper. "Fill me, Daddy."

"Oh shit… Sarah…" he gasped, balls tight, her pussy milking him dry. His cock pulsed, losing it.

"Yesssssssssssss," she hissed, and he roared, "Saraaahhh," his cum blasting into her, hot and thick, flooding her deep. She broke again, her second orgasm crashing as he pumped load after load, her blue eyes glued to his. "Oh baby…" he mumbled, collapsing onto her sweaty curves. She kissed his cheek, whispering, "Yes, Daddy. Give me it all," her legs locking tight as he shuddered against her.

They stayed like that, panting hard, the room thick with sweat and sex. His shaky hand brushed her hair, and she smirked faintly. "What did we just do?" he croaked, voice wrecked. She didn't say a word—just pulled him closer.