Daddy Daughter Incest, Cindy-Lou and Daddy Benji. Anal Nurse, sloppy pussy, stockings, party games, office desk, doctor
Cindy-Lou had always known the hospital after hours belonged to her and Daddy.
The fluorescent lights in the corridor outside Doctor Benji’s private office buzzed low and steady. Most of the staff had gone home. The night shift nurses were busy on the far wing. That left the two of them alone with the locked door, the big mahogany desk, and the thick silence that always made her pussy start to drip the second she stepped inside.
She wore the tiny white nurse’s dress he liked best—zipped only halfway up so the tops of her full tits threatened to spill out every time she breathed. White thigh-high stockings with little red crosses climbed her legs and stopped just below the curve of her ass. No panties. Never panties when Daddy wanted her after shift.
Benji looked up from his charts as she locked the door. Mid-forties, silver at the temples, still in his white coat. The same coat that had brushed against her bare thighs a hundred times while he “examined” her in empty rooms. His eyes dropped straight to the way the dress rode up when she walked.
“Come here, baby girl,” he said, voice already rough. “Show Daddy how wet that sloppy little nurse cunt is.”
Cindy-Lou giggled—the high, breathy, porno giggle he loved—and crossed the room. She planted both hands on the desk, arched her back, and slowly lifted the hem of the dress. Her bald pussy was already shiny, lips puffy and parted, a thin string of slick connecting her inner thighs.
“It’s been like this all day,” she whispered. “Every time I bent over a bed or took a temperature I thought about your cock. I almost came just walking past your office.”
Benji stood, shoved his scrub pants down, and freed the thick, heavy cock she had been craving since morning. The head was already dark and wet. He stepped behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and dragged the fat tip up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.
“Daddy’s going to use both holes tonight,” he told her. “First this greedy cunt. Then that tight little nurse ass.”
He pushed in hard. One long thrust and he was buried to the root. Cindy-Lou’s mouth fell open in a broken moan as the desk creaked under them. Her pussy made the wettest, filthiest sounds—squelching and dripping every time he pulled back and slammed home again.
“Oh fuck, Daddy—your cock is so big—it’s stretching me open—”
He fucked her like he owned her, because he did. Hard, deep strokes that made her tits bounce out of the half-zipped dress. Juices ran down her stockings and pooled on the polished wood. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her, and she came hard, squirting around his shaft, soaking his balls and the desk blotter.
Benji pulled out, the head of his cock shiny and dripping with her cream. He pressed it against her tight pink asshole and spat once for extra slick.
“Relax for Daddy,” he ordered. “Time for the anal exam.”
Cindy-Lou pushed back and took him. The thick head forced her open, slow at first, then deeper, until every inch was buried in her ass. She moaned long and dirty, forehead pressed to the desk.
“It burns so good… stretch my ass open, Daddy… use your nurse’s hole…”
He started fucking her ass in earnest—long, powerful strokes that made the desk rock. One hand stayed on her hip; the other reached under to finger her dripping cunt. She came again while he was balls-deep in her ass, crying out his name like the cheesiest porn star, begging him to fill her up.
He pulled free, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees. Cindy-Lou opened wide without being told. Benji fucked her throat, using her pigtails for leverage, making her gag and drool all over her tits and the tops of her stockings. When he came he painted her face and tongue in thick ropes. She swallowed what she could and smeared the rest into her cleavage with a happy little moan.
They didn’t stop there.
Later, in the empty break room, leftover birthday cake and a half-empty bottle of cheap champagne still sat on the table. Benji decided it was time for “party games.”
“Truth or dare, baby girl. But every dare ends with you getting fucked.”
“Dare,” she said instantly, already climbing onto the couch and spreading her stocking-clad legs. “Always dare.”
First dare: sit on Daddy’s face and grind until she squirted in his mouth. She did it in reverse so she could suck his cock at the same time. Benji ate her like a man starving—tongue deep in her cunt, then her asshole, while she deepthroated him. She came hard, flooding his mouth, and he swallowed every drop.
Next dare: bend over the break-room table and take it in the ass again while he held her pigtails like reins. She begged the whole time, the same filthy, over-the-top lines that always made his cock throb harder.
“Breed my nurse ass, Daddy! Fill me up! I want your cum dripping down my stockings all night!”
He gave it to her. Another thick load pumped deep into her guts. When he pulled out, white cream poured from her open hole and ran down her thighs onto the white stockings.
They moved to an empty exam room after that. Benji put her legs in the stirrups, still in the ruined stockings, and fucked her cunt hard while she played with her clit and told him over and over how much she loved being his incest whore.
“I’m your personal cum-sleeve nurse,” she moaned. “Ruin me, Daddy. Use both holes whenever you want.”
He switched between her pussy and her ass until both were puffy, gaping, and overflowing. Cum and her own juices mixed and dripped onto the exam-table paper. She came so many times her voice went hoarse.
By dawn they were back in his office. Cindy-Lou sat in his lap in the big leather chair, slowly riding him reverse cowgirl, her dress completely open, stockings shredded in places. Benji played with her heavy tits and whispered filthy praise into her ear while she milked another load out of him.
“You’re never going to be just a nurse again,” he told her. “From now on you’re Daddy’s on-call fucktoy. Every shift ends the same way.”
Cindy-Lou leaned back against his chest, both holes leaking, makeup ruined, face glowing.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Anytime. Anywhere. These holes are yours.”
She stayed on his cock until the first light of morning crept through the blinds, grinding slow and lazy, already thinking about the next time the hospital went quiet and Daddy decided his little girl needed another thorough examination.
And deep down, both of them knew it would never stop.
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