Teresa was twenty years old, home from college for the summer, and she had decided the waiting was over. Her father Randy was forty-eight, still broad-shouldered, still the man she had watched for years with a heat she was no longer interested in hiding. Her mother had left two years earlier. The house was quiet. The bed was big. And Teresa had a plan.
It started with the wet T-shirt.
She came downstairs one humid evening after a late run, the thin white cotton plastered to her body, nipples dark and obvious, the fabric clinging to the soft curve of her stomach and the tops of her thighs. No bra. No panties. Just the shirt and a pair of sheer black silk stockings she had stolen from her mother’s old drawer. The stockings stopped at mid-thigh, leaving a strip of bare skin that disappeared under the hem.
Randy looked up from the couch and went still.
“Teresa—”
She walked over slowly, stopped in front of him, and let him look. Water still dripped from her hair onto the shirt, making it even more transparent.
“Daddy,” she whispered, the word deliberate, soft, filthy. “I’ve been thinking about something for a long time.”
She climbed into his lap, straddling him, the wet shirt pressing against his chest. His hands hovered, then settled on her hips like he couldn’t stop them. She rolled her weight against the growing hardness in his jeans and leaned in until her lips brushed his ear.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to be the first. And I want you to share me after. I want to be your little sperm bank. I want men to pull a train on me while you watch. I want you to be the cuck who gets me ready and then watches me get filled.”
Randy’s breath left him in a rush. Teresa ground down harder, the wet cotton and silk stockings sliding against him.
“I’ve never had a cock in my ass,” she continued, voice still that soft daughter-whisper. “I want yours to be the first. Anal at last. Tonight. Then I want you to invite the others. I already texted two of your friends. They’re coming over in an hour.”
He should have stopped her. Instead he kissed her.
The first time was on the living-room couch. He stripped the wet shirt off her, left the silk stockings on, and laid her back. Teresa was already soaked. He pushed into her virgin cunt slowly, watching her face the entire time. She was tight, hot, and she kept whispering “Daddy” against his mouth while he stretched her. When he came inside her the first time she locked her legs around him and held him deep, taking every pulse like she had been made for it.
“Sperm bank,” she breathed, smiling. “That’s one.”
They moved to the master bedroom — the bed they would share from that night on. Randy fucked her again, slower, deeper, while she kept the stockings on and told him exactly how she wanted the night to go. She wanted to be used. She wanted him to watch. She wanted her ass opened last, by him, after the others had already filled her cunt.
The doorbell rang at nine.
Two of Randy’s old friends — both older, both thick-cocked, both more than willing once Teresa opened the door still in the silk stockings and nothing else. She led them to the bedroom where her father was already waiting, hard again, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“She’s mine first,” Randy said, voice rough. “Then you can have her. Pull a train. Fill her up. She’s asked for it.”
Teresa climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass up, stockings still framing her thighs. Randy moved behind her, rubbed the head of his cock against her tight pink hole, and pushed. She was slick from earlier, but the stretch still made her cry out. He went slow, inch by inch, until he was buried in her ass for the first time. Anal at last. She pushed back onto him, taking it, moaning “Daddy” the entire time while the other two men watched and stroked themselves.
When Randy came in her ass he stayed deep, grinding, then pulled out and nodded to the others.
They didn’t need a second invitation.
The first friend took her cunt while the second fed his cock into her mouth. They switched. They rotated. Teresa stayed on her hands and knees in the silk stockings while three men used her holes in turn — pulling a train exactly the way she had asked. Every time one of them came inside her she counted it out loud, voice muffled around whatever cock was in her mouth.
“Two… three… four…”
Randy watched from the chair in the corner, stroking himself, the classic cuck position he had never known he wanted until his daughter put him there. When the others were spent he came back to her, pushed into her overflowing cunt, and added one more load. Then he took her ass again, slower this time, while she was already leaking from both holes.
They kept going until past midnight.
Teresa ended up on her back in the middle of the bed, legs spread, silk stockings torn in places, both holes soft and used and full. Randy lay beside her, one hand resting possessively on her lower stomach where the cum was still warm inside her. The other two men left sometime after one. Father and daughter stayed.
She turned her head on the pillow and whispered the same soft word she had started with.
“Daddy.”
Randy kissed her forehead, then her mouth, then lower, cleaning her with his tongue until she came again on his face, still full of everyone else’s cum.
“We’re sharing this bed from now on,” she said quietly. “And whenever you want to watch me get used, you just say so. I’m your sperm bank now. Your daughter. Your hole.”
He didn’t argue.
Outside the house was dark and ordinary. Inside, the wet T-shirt was still on the floor, the silk stockings were ruined, and the bed they would share smelled like sex and family and the beginning of something that would never go back to normal.
Teresa fell asleep with her father’s cum still leaking out of her, already planning the next train she would ask him to watch.
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