Robert hesitated for a moment outside the door of Sarah's dorm room, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and the ever-present guilt that he shoved down deep. It had started innocently enough—a concerned father visiting his daughter at college, checking in on her studies, her social life. But over the past year, those visits had evolved into something forbidden, charged with an electric tension that neither could ignore. Sarah, now 19 and blooming into a confident young woman, had confessed her fantasies during one late-night phone call, her voice husky as she described wanting him, her own father, to take her. Robert had resisted at first, but the pull was too strong. Now, here he was again, knocking softly on the door of her cramped single room in the old brick dormitory.
The door swung open, and Sarah's face lit up, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed in her school uniform—a pleated skirt that skimmed her thighs, a white blouse tucked in neatly but with the top two buttons already undone, revealing a hint of lace bra. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, strands framing her flushed cheeks. 'Dad! You made it,' she said, her voice a breathy whisper as she stepped aside to let him in. The room was a testament to her chaotic college life: posters of alternative rock bands plastered on the walls, a desk cluttered with textbooks and half-empty coffee mugs, and her bed unmade with rumpled sheets that still carried the faint scent of her vanilla perfume.
Robert closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing like a starting gun. He set his overnight bag down—Sarah had insisted he stay the weekend, claiming she needed 'help with her studies'—and turned to face her. She stood there, biting her lower lip, her hands twisting the hem of her skirt. 'I've been thinking about you all week,' she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor before flicking up to meet his eyes. 'Class was torture. Every time the professor droned on, all I could picture was you... touching me.'
His cock twitched in his jeans at her words, the dirty confession igniting the fire he'd been trying to bank on the drive over. Robert stepped closer, towering over her petite frame, and cupped her chin gently, tilting her face up. 'Is that right, baby girl? Tell Daddy what you were imagining.' His voice was low, rough with desire, as his thumb brushed over her plump bottom lip.
Sarah's breath hitched, her cheeks turning pink. 'I... I thought about your hands on my tits, squeezing them while you kiss my neck. And your mouth... sucking on my nipples until I beg you to fuck me.' She pressed closer, her body brushing against his, feeling the heat radiating from him.
Robert groaned softly, his free hand sliding to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her soft curves molding to his harder frame, her breasts pressing into his chest. 'Such a naughty little slut for your own father,' he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow, teasing kiss. It started gentle, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she parted for him, letting him delve inside. Their tongues tangled, wet and insistent, as the kiss deepened, turning hungry.
Sarah moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming up his shirt, fingers splaying over the muscles of his abdomen. She broke the kiss just enough to whisper, 'I've been so wet thinking about your cock, Daddy. Touch me... please.' Her plea was laced with desperation, and it snapped something in him.
He backed her toward the bed, their lips reconnecting in fervent kisses as they moved. Robert's hands explored her body with deliberate slowness, savoring the foreplay. One palm cupped her breast through the blouse, thumb circling the hardening nipple he could feel peaking against the fabric. 'These tits are perfect,' he growled against her ear, nipping at the lobe. 'So full and perky. I bet they're aching for Daddy's mouth.'
Sarah arched into his touch, whimpering as he unbuttoned her blouse fully, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal her lacy white bra. He traced the edge with his fingers, then dipped lower to kiss along her collarbone, down to the swell of her cleavage. 'Yes... oh God, yes,' she panted, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him on.
Robert hooked his fingers into the bra cups and tugged them down, exposing her rosy nipples to the cool air of the room. They stiffened further, begging for attention. He latched onto one with his mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. Sarah's head fell back, a throaty moan escaping her as she ground her hips against his thigh, seeking friction for the ache building between her legs.
'Fuck, your mouth feels so good,' she gasped, her voice trembling. 'Suck harder, Daddy. Make my pussy drip for you.' Her dirty words spurred him on; he switched to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth before soothing with his tongue. His hand trailed down her stomach, slipping under her skirt to caress the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He teased the edge of her panties, feeling the damp heat seeping through.
'Already soaked, aren't you?' he teased, his fingers pressing lightly over the fabric covering her clit. Sarah bucked against him, nodding frantically. 'Yes, Daddy! Your little girl's cunt is always wet for you. Finger me... stretch me out before you fuck me raw.'
Robert obliged, pushing her skirt up around her waist and yanking her panties down her legs. She kicked them off, spreading her thighs as he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her knees, his eyes devouring the sight of her shaved pussy, lips glistening with arousal. 'Look at this pretty pink pussy,' he said, voice thick with lust. 'All mine to play with.' He leaned in, blowing a warm breath over her folds before parting them with his fingers.
Sarah shivered, her hands gripping the sheets. 'Taste me, please. Lick your daughter's sloppy cunt.' Robert didn't need more encouragement. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her entrance, gathering her tangy juices. He delved deeper, thrusting his tongue inside her while his thumb rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit. Sarah's moans grew louder, her hips rolling to fuck his face. 'Oh fuck, Daddy! Your tongue... it's hitting all the right spots. Eat me out like the dirty old man you are.'
He hummed against her, the vibration making her cry out. His free hand reached up to tweak her nipple again, keeping her on edge as he alternated between long licks and sucking on her clit. She was close already, her thighs quivering around his head, but he pulled back just as she teetered on the brink. 'Not yet, baby. I want to feel you cum around my cock.'
Standing, Robert stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned chest dusted with hair. Sarah's eyes darkened with hunger as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with eager fingers. 'I need your big daddy cock,' she purred, freeing him from his jeans. His shaft sprang out, thick and throbbing, the head slick with pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking from base to tip, her thumb smearing the bead of fluid over the sensitive underside.
'God, you're so hard for me,' she said, leaning forward to lick the tip, tasting him. Robert groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. 'Suck it, Sarah. Show Daddy how much you want his cum down your throat.' She took him in, her lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Her tongue swirled around the head, and she hollowed her cheeks, sucking with wet, slurping sounds that filled the room.
He thrust gently into her mouth, fucking her face while praising her. 'That's it, good girl. Take every inch. Your mouth is made for Daddy's cock.' Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with his pre-cum, as she worked him relentlessly. But he didn't want to finish there. Pulling out with a pop, he lifted her onto the bed, positioning her on her back with pillows propping her up.
Robert climbed over her, his cock nudging her entrance as he kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. 'You ready for me to fuck this tight pussy?' he asked, rubbing the head along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
'Yes! Pound me, Daddy. Fill your daughter up with that fat cock,' she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. With a grunt, he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her walls clenched around him. She was incredibly tight, her body adjusting to his size as he bottomed out.
'Fuck, you're splitting me open,' Sarah moaned, her nails raking down his back. Robert started with shallow thrusts, building the rhythm, his hips grinding against her clit with each movement. The bed creaked beneath them, the sounds of skin slapping skin mingling with their heavy breaths.
He picked up pace, slamming deeper, his balls smacking against her ass. 'Take it, you filthy little thing. Daddy's gonna breed this cunt.' His dirty talk pushed her higher, her pussy fluttering around him. One hand braced beside her head, the other rubbed her clit furiously.
'I'm gonna cum! Don't stop—fuck me harder!' she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body convulsed, juices squirting around his cock as she milked him. The sensation was too much; Robert thrust once more before pulling out, jerking his cock to spray hot ropes of cum across her heaving breasts and stomach.
They collapsed together, sweaty and spent, but as Sarah traced patterns in the mess on her skin, she whispered, 'Round two? I want you in my ass this time.' Robert's cock twitched back to life at the prospect, the night stretching out with endless possibilities in the safety of her dorm room.