The air in Khulna was thick that night. Monsoon humidity clung to everything inside the old two-story house near the river. The ceiling fan turned slowly, pushing the warm air around without cooling it. Mehreen stood in the doorway of the living room wearing only a thin white cotton nightie that stuck to her skin. She was twenty-five, a grown woman with full breasts, wide hips, and a smooth, shaved pussy that had been aching for hours.
Arko, her father, sat on the worn sofa. Fifty years old, still broad-shouldered, dark hair streaked with silver, a thick cock that Mehreen had caught glimpses of all her life. He looked up from his phone when she cleared her throat.
“Daddy,” she said, voice low and shaky with need. “Watch me. I need you to watch me cum.”
Arko’s eyes darkened. He didn’t speak at first. The house was empty—her mother was in Dhaka visiting relatives for the week. Only the two of them and the heavy night air.
Mehreen stepped closer. She pulled the nightie up over her hips, showing him she wore nothing underneath. Her pussy lips were already glossy. She spread her feet, slid two fingers between her legs, and started rubbing slow circles over her clit.
“I’ve been so fucking horny all day,” she whispered. “Thinking about you. About your cock. About you watching me like this.” Her fingers dipped lower, pushing inside. The wet sound filled the quiet room. “Daddy… look at how wet I am for you.”
Arko’s cock was already hard, tenting his lungi. He didn’t stop her. He just stared, breathing heavier.
Mehreen dropped to her knees on the cool mosaic floor, still facing him. She kept one hand working her cunt while the other lifted the nightie higher, showing him her soft stomach and the undersides of her tits. Her nipples were stiff, dark, begging.
“I touch myself every night thinking about you,” she said, voice breaking into a moan. “In this house. In Khulna. While you’re sleeping in the next room. I shove my fingers in and pretend it’s your thick cock stretching me.” She pushed a third finger in, fucking herself openly now. “Watch me, Daddy. Watch your daughter cum for you.”
Arko’s hand moved to his lap. He freed his cock—heavy, veined, the head already wet. Mehreen’s eyes locked on it and her fingers moved faster.
“Fuck… it’s bigger than I remembered,” she breathed. “I want it. I want you to watch me soak the floor and then I want that cock inside me.”
She leaned back on one hand, legs spread wide toward him, and really started working her pussy. Slick sounds, soft wet slaps, her hips rolling. Sweat beaded between her breasts. The nightie clung to her completely now.
“I’m close already,” she panted. “Just from you looking at me. From seeing your cock out for your own daughter. Daddy— I’m gonna cum. Don’t look away.”
Her thighs started shaking. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, two fingers still buried deep. A long, broken moan tore out of her throat as she came, pussy clenching, clear fluid squirting onto the floor between her knees. She kept rubbing through it, forcing out every pulse, eyes locked on her father’s face the whole time.
“Ohhh fuck… Daddy… I came for you…”
She was still trembling when she crawled forward on her hands and knees. She didn’t ask. She just took his cock in her hand, stroked the thick shaft, and wrapped her lips around the head. The taste of his precum made her moan again. She sank down, taking as much as she could, gagging softly when it hit her throat.
Arko’s hand finally landed in her hair. “Mehreen…” His voice was rough. “You’re my daughter.”
She pulled off just long enough to look up at him, lips shiny. “And I’m still going to fuck you. Watch me. Keep watching.”
She stood, stripped the nightie off completely, and straddled him on the sofa. She rubbed her soaked pussy up and down the length of his cock, coating him. Then she reached down, lined him up, and sank onto him in one slow, steady push.
Both of them groaned.
He was thick—thicker than any of the men she had taken in secret. Her cunt stretched wide around him. She bottomed out, grinding her clit against his base, and started riding.
“Feel that, Daddy? Your daughter’s cunt wrapped around your cock. So fucking full…” She bounced harder, tits moving, the wet slap of her ass against his thighs filling the room. “I’ve wanted this for years. Every time you looked at me too long. Every time I caught you hard under your lungi.”
Arko’s hands gripped her hips. He thrust up to meet her, hard. The sofa creaked. Mehreen threw her head back and moaned louder, not caring who might hear through the open windows.
“Harder. Fuck your daughter harder.”
He did. He stood up with her still impaled, carried her a few steps, and laid her on her back on the dining table. He hooked her knees over his arms and drove into her deep and steady. Every thrust made her tits bounce. Every thrust forced a wet sound from her stuffed pussy.
“Tell me again,” he growled.
“I’m cumming for you,” she gasped. “Only for you. Watch my face when I cum on your cock, Daddy—”
Her second orgasm hit harder. Her back arched off the table, cunt spasming tightly around him, more fluid leaking out around his shaft and dripping onto the floor. Arko fucked her through it, then pulled out, stroked himself twice, and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. Some landed on her chin. She scooped it up with her fingers and sucked them clean while looking him in the eye.
They weren’t finished.
He carried her upstairs to the bedroom they both knew too well. The one that still smelled faintly of her childhood and now of sex. He put her on all fours on the bed and mounted her from behind. One hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip, he fucked her deep and dirty while she pushed back to meet every stroke.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“Daddy, I cum for you,” she cried. “I cum for your cock. Fill me. Breed your daughter—”
He did. He buried himself to the root and unloaded inside her, pulsing hot and heavy. Mehreen came again just from the feeling of being filled, her arms giving out so her face pressed into the mattress.
They rested only long enough to catch their breath. Then she was on her knees again, cleaning his cock with her tongue, tasting both of them mixed together. When he hardened once more she climbed on top and rode him reverse, letting him watch his cum leak out of her every time she rose up.
The night stretched on.
He fucked her against the wall beside the open window, monsoon air thick around their sweating bodies. He bent her over the bathroom sink and watched her face in the mirror while he took her from behind. He made her sit on his face and grind until she soaked his chin and beard, then flipped her and shoved back inside while she was still shaking.
Every time she got close she looked him in the eyes and said it:
“Daddy… I cum for you.”
And every time she did, he watched like it was the only thing that mattered.
By the time the first call to prayer drifted faintly through the humid Khulna air, Mehreen was limp, thoroughly used, cum leaking from her swollen pussy and smeared across her thighs and stomach. Arko lay beside her, one heavy hand resting on her breast, thumb slowly stroking her nipple.
She turned her head and kissed the side of his neck.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered, already half-asleep and still completely shameless, “you’re going to watch me cum again. And then you’re going to put it back inside me.”
Arko’s fingers tightened slightly on her breast.
“Yes,” he answered.
Outside, the river moved slowly through the dark. Inside the house in Khulna, father and daughter stayed wrapped around each other, sticky and sated and already hungry for more.
They had all week.
And Mehreen planned to cum for him every single day.
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