7

Jake had met Randy a couple of times but didn't like him much. He was appropriately named, because he looked like the kind of kid who had a perpetual hard-on...the type who went to bed stroking his cock and awoke doing the same. Standing, he approached his daughter, leaning down to kiss her as his hand reached under her denim skirt to cup her panty-clad pussy.

"Daddy! Not now, I've got to go!"

He looked into her eyes. "Who does this pussy belong to, baby?"

She blushed a little. "It's your pussy, Daddy."

"And who is the only one who gets to use it?"

Her gaze lifted to his, her voice breathless as she answered, "You, Daddy...only you." How could he do that, she wondered. One simple touch, two questions and she was wet.

"I don't want Randy sticking his dick in you...he's not the right boy. I'm not saying you won't ever fuck anyone but me...but I decide who gets to use your horny little cunt, understand?"

Emily nodded, cheeks pink with excitement. "Yes, Daddy, I understand."

He reached for her hand, placing it on the bulge beneath his slacks. "See what you do to Daddy...how hard you make him?"

Emily let her fingers trail along the outline of his cock, feeling how thick he was. "You get me hot too, Daddy," whispering the words softly.

"Take it out," he demanded.

"But I've got to meet Randy; I'm late as it is."

His eyebrows rose. "Are you talking back to your father?"

"No, daddy, sorry," mumbling an apology as her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his slacks. Once down, her hand reached inside to find his cock.

"See...only Daddy has what you truly need...and he's going to give it to you right now." Without another word, he pulled down her panties, until they dangled from one ankle. Lifting her, he pushed her back against the doorframe, wedging his body between her pale, milky thighs. His cock was hard, searching insistently for her tiny slit. When he found it, he rammed upward, skewering his daughter on his steel-hard pole. "Like that, slut? Like Daddy's big cock fucking deep inside your tiny hole?"

Emily did like it...liked it more than anything in the world! "Yes...yes, Daddy!"

Jake began to pound hard, drilling deep inside her pliant body. His hands cupped her ass, holding her up as he jabbed with brutal intent inside her silky hole. His hips were a blur of motion as he used his daughter, his only interest in banging her hard and fast until he came—which wouldn't be long.

"This is a quickie," he grunted, "something you'll need to give Daddy when he needs it."

Emily's body bounced on top of her father's cock, his arms clutching her body tightly as he lifted her on and off his pole. He was masturbating himself with her cunt, she realized, using her pussy like he might use his hand to get off.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms holding onto his neck, as he fucked her hard and deep. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, muffling the grunts of pleasure he made as he rutted into her small body with animalistic pleasure.

It didn't take him long. With a harsh cry of pleasure, he thrust deep, holding himself inside her tight sheath, spilling the contents of his balls into her. He slumped forward, the weight of his body pinning Emily to the doorway as he tried to regain his breath. When he'd recovered enough, he slipped from her body, setting her feet back on the floor. "Mmm...you make Daddy feel so good, baby slut."

"I'm glad, Daddy...I love you so much."

Jake looked into his daughter's eyes, kissing her gently on the mouth. "I love you too, princess." Crouching down, he grabbed her panties, sliding them back up her legs, pulling them into place. "Now you can go meet Randy...knowing your daddy's cum is in your pussy while you're sitting across from him, talking about your project."

Emily squirmed a little, because now that her dad had gotten her hot, she didn't want to meet Randy...she wanted Daddy to take her to his bed and fuck her brains out. "What if I meet with him another time?"

"No, classwork is important too; maybe not as important as taking care of your father's cock, but it has its place," giving her a wink. "But, as soon as you get home, Daddy will take care of your lil pussy," reaching under her skirt to flick her panty-covered clit with his finger. Now that he'd gotten her worked up, she'd only be thinking of him while meeting with Randy—and would do all she could to get home as soon as possible so he could take care of her cunt. "Fair enough, baby slut?"

Emily nodded, reaching up to kiss her dad before running down the stairs. "I'll be back soon!" she yelled.

He chuckled. "I know."

Jake heard the front door slam shut and the purr of her car's engine as it pulled from the driveway. He knew she'd be back soon because she was a horny little slut who couldn't get enough of her Daddy's cock...and he was more than happy to give it to her whenever she wanted.

He hadn't missed how good her ass had looked in that little skirt she wore; it had been a long time since he'd fucked a woman's ass. His wife hadn't been into that sort of thing; actually, when it came to sex, she wasn't into much at all.

He didn't have the ideal cock for ass-fucking because it was pretty thick, but a good slut needs to take cock in all her holes—and he intended that Emily be an exceptional slut. When she got back home, he'd have a new lesson for her to learn at the hands—and cock—of her daddy.