“Sweetie, daddy’s home! Where are you, angel?”

I called out, my voice breaking up the eerie stillness of the mansion.

It was just me and Angie here now. Sarah, my ex-wife, had moved out after our divorce, leaving me with the house, the mortgage, a blind dog that has since passed away, and our teen daughter.

Our suspiciously quiet teen daughter.

I threw my keys into the bowl that was on the foyer table and set down my suitcase before taking off my coat. Every minute I had it on, I felt like I was on fire and I didn’t want to give Angie the chance to gloat. She had told me not to wear it today, that I was going to be way overdressed as it was, considering it was spring already, and that I was going to sweat like a pig.

It hadn’t felt like spring at all when I left, early morning, but of course she ended up being right. The two things my daughter had inherited from her mother were the ability to know it all and the glee at rubbing the rightness in my face every time I didn’t listen to her. Which was often, hence her nagging.

Sometimes I felt like I was arguing with a younger, perkier, version of Sarah.

“Angie?”

I couldn’t hear a sound in the entire place and for all her many blessings and qualities, my daughter was not the quiet, studious type. I always came home to a racket.

Something didn’t feel right.

Had she gone somewhere without letting me know?

“Angie!”

Finally, I heard the upstairs’ bedroom door close with a loud bang and then the sounds of her rushed footsteps reverberated above my head.

“You’re not supposed to be home for three more hours, ” my daughter said.

She sounded as if she was in a panic, which the way she was descending the stairs, two at a time, only served to back up.

I frowned.

Not exactly the warm home welcoming I was expecting.

“Half my clients bailed on me today, so I figured I should spare myself further annoyance and cancel on the rest before they come to me with more blatant bullshit. Apparently business doesn’t come first.”

I wish I could add that I understood them. I wish I could claim that they were good family men just looking forward to spending some quality time with their wives and daughters, but as their accountant, I knew that most were hiding at least an escort, if not a permanent mistress from their so-called wholesome lives.

“Don’t come in any further!” Angie yelled, landing on the last step with all the grace of an overexcited puppy.

She then eagle-spread her arms, effectively keeping me a prisoner at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why?”

“Because!”

I could feel my patience depleting. I was tired enough as it was, in need of a shower, feeling peckish, and in no mood to play games with a teenage girl.

“Sweetie, ” I began, summoning the last of my mental strength, “daddy’s had a long day at work. I’m feeling peeved, so I suggest you quit your nonsense and let me unwind. I’ll be brand new after a shower and a 20 minute nap. And then we can talk during dinner. Here, order some pizza.”

I fished my wallet from my pant pocket and handed her a twenty.

“Nope, ” she said, jumping left and right.

She was trying to completely block my access to the stairs, moving constantly like a boxer in a match, as if she was afraid I was going to dodge her and make a run for it.

“Angela Deckard, ” I bit, using her full name and a gravely tone, so she’d take me more seriously, “if you don’t move, I swear I will spank you!”

She broke into a cheeky grin at my words, her mind going where mine had gone, which was an image of her bent over my knee, panties down, and my hand coloring her ass in shades of pink.

Somehow, knowing she’d then get fucked as a “second round of punishment” made my threats less scary. My daughter was too much of a nympho.

“Would you just listen to your father for once?” I sighed.

“Fine, ” she conceded and let her arms drop, “but promise me you’ll stay here? Just give me five minutes! That’s all I need!”

“Why?”

“Don’t you know what day it is today?” She asked, all sweet and suddenly rather coy.

“Friday?”

“No, daddy, it’s Valentine’s Day! Just... stay here, I’ll be right back!”

Now, just because me and Angie had fooled around a bit, I knew better than to entertain the idea that she wasn’t more interested in boys her age. In fact, I had often prayed that whatever infatuation, or curiosity, she was satisfying by using me, the safest person to explore sexual things with, would soon end.

But that didn’t mean I didn’t feel, how to put it, rejected, cast aside, discarded, or that I was not mourning the loss of the happiest moments I’d lived through in recent history. It would make sense for her to prefer to screw her boyfriend, once she got one, instead of her father.

My daughter probably had a guy friend up there, someone she’d met at school, or at a party, and they were getting frisky on what was, in essence, a couple’s holiday, not a father-daughter family thing.

And now I had came home early and caught them by surprise, ruining their fun.

Yet the more I thought about that, about my daughter letting another man’s cock penetrate her pussy, the pussy I had deflowered and had enjoyed exquisite tightness of, the pussy I had felt milking my cock for every last drop of cum, the more I wanted to run from everything.

I wanted to escape my daughter. I wanted to ignore her blossoming sexuality and the knowledge that my time had truly passed and instead hit a bar or something, a place where there wouldn’t be any couples, and proceed to drown my pathetic self in as many shots as I had the cash for.

But before I could I even finish formulating that plan, the knife of envy and resentment embedded itself in my heart, making it bleed crimson fury.

No.

Running was for cowards, for teenage boys, not grown men.

This was my house.

Angie was my fucking daughter and if anyone was going to be getting their dick wet in here tonight, that person was going to be me.

Who the hell did that boy think he was, coming into my house, to fuck what belonged to me?

No, whoever he was, I was going to throw his ass out and then have a word with Angie.

Even better, I was going to fuck her until she forgot about any stupid fucking boys and then make it a rule that she was not allowed to date or fuck or suck anyone else while she lived under this roof. I was going to demand exclusivity to her body and even make it a rule that she needed to make it up to me by letting me fuck her ass too.

I climbed the stairs, enraged, and slammed open the door to the bedroom, intent on raining my fists down the boy’s face and body a couple of times, scaring him for good measure.

But it was not a boy that my daughter was hiding in there.

I stopped dead in my tracks, coming face to face with a bound and gagged naked teen girl, one I had not helped make, nor one that I recognized from Angie’s school.

The unfamiliar teen was looking at me imploringly, trying to speak through what looked like a pair of red panties shoved in her mouth, then covered with duct tape.

“Mmmphh, mmm, ngh!!!”

Angie had tied the girl’s hands behind her back with thick rope, connecting them to equally bound ankles, forcing her back to arch in such a way that her chest was pushed forward and her generously sized tits were on display.

One of her nipples was pierced, as well as her belly button and when my eyes landed on her main fuckhole, I noticed that the girl had a clit ring too. It was glistening silver from underneath a trimmed little black bush, contrasting the pale creaminess of her skin, beckoning me to tug on it with my teeth.

The womanly body, betrayed only by the youth of her facial features, was being displayed so lewdly, so enticingly, that my cock sprang to life, demanding a taste of it.

“I thought I told you to wait!” Angie whined.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Uhm, surprise?”

I looked from her to the tied up girl, waiting for Angie to elaborate.

“Daddy, this is Cassie. Cassie is a friend from school. She’s a virgin, daddy. Sort of. She has had sex before, but only with girls, and yes, that includes me. She’s been eating my pussy after school for the last few weeks. Cassie thinks she’s a lesbian, but I would like her to experience a man’s cock. To be sure, you know?”

“Okay, ” I trailed off, trying to curb the dirty thoughts I was having. There was no way my daughter brought me her friend to fuck. Or that an actual, living, breathing, lesbian would want a cock anywhere near her. “So why is she bound like that?”

“It’s part of her fantasy, daddy. She wants a man to use her.”

I would have loved to use her in so many delicious ways, but before I did, there were two things I had to be sure of.

“How old is she?”

“Same as me, daddy, eighteen!”

“I want to hear it from her that she wants this, sweetie.”

Angie gave me a funny look. “You think I’d force her? I mean, I would, but not without her consent.”

“Indulge me.”

The first thing that came out of Cassie’s mouth was: “Your dad’s fucking hot for a dude!”

Which I took to be an affirmation of consent, and more than a bit flattering, despite the whole “for a dude” thing.

Angie giggled. “I told you!”

“Okay, gag me again now, ” Cassie said, but I stopped Angie.

“No, I have a better idea. Hold on.”

Cassie was just as slim as my daughter, so I picked her up easily and I maneuvered her into sitting upright on the floor, her back against the bed frame, her head perfectly aligned with my straining cock.

“Oh, I like this!”

Angie clapped her hands and then joined her friend on the floor, easily catching up with my train of thought.

Since she was the only one who had her hands free, my daughter freed my cock from its confines. She seemed to know just what to do, because she gave me a few strokes, then guided me into Cassie’s open mouth, instructing her friend on how to lick and suck me.

Cassie wasn’t much of a cocksucker yet, but she had potential, and with my daughter’s loving help, she soon had a good rhythm going.

“Okay, sweetie, I am going to need you to hold her head still, I want to try something.”

“Yes, daddy.”

With Angie’s hands firmly holding onto Cassie, I drove myself into the girl’s throat for the first time.

It felt so good, I ignored the way she was suddenly panicking, shocked to see how a man would use her mouth.

I let her gag and choke and cry out on my cock, pleased to see that instead of my daughter showing her friend mercy, she sided with me and let me have my fun.

If I were to stop so soon, before her throat got used to having something this big enter it, I was sure Cassie wouldn’t be willing to give deepthroating another go. But the more she let me bury myself in her mouth, the more my balls slammed into her saliva-covered chin, the more she calmed down and accepted what I was doing as being something normal.

I found her submission so hot, I was on the verge of cumming.

I had to pull out.

I instructed my daughter to let go of her friend and I lifted Cassie off the ground and positioned her on the edge of the bed before entering her virgin pussy in one hard thrust.

For a lesbian, her cunt was soaking wet from how much she had enjoyed me fucking her mouth, and so I had no problems driving myself into her tight snatch.

At least until she began to wriggle beneath me, trying to escape my cock and crying out like I was murdering her cunt.

“It hurts, fuck, this hurts so much! I can’t breathe, God, this huuuuurts!”

I reached for the panties that had been discarded on the bed and shoved them back into Cassie’s mouth, using a hand to keep them in there, and the other to keep the bitch in place. Unlike my daughter, who bore the pain of the first fuck like a brave little slut, her friend was being rather dramatic about it.

When I felt her finally relax and thrust back, seeking more of my cock, I removed her gag.

“I take it now you like it more, huh?” I grinned and squeezed her left tit.

“It really did hurt, though, ” she said, her face still red from the exertion of bearing with what I would rather call discomfort, than pain.

“Now you’re a woman, though. How does it feel like?”

“Okay, I guess, it’s getting better, ” she said, looking like she almost didn’t want to admit that being fucked by a man was leagues better than being licked by a girl, or whatever she had let others do to her body.

Clearly, and luckily for me, none of her girl lovers had thought to shove a dildo up her virgin cunt, which would’ve severely diminished my pleasure now.

I looked up at my daughter, who was fingering herself, watching her daddy fuck her girlfriend. Little nympho that she was, she didn’t look jealous, but proud of me, proud of the way I was enjoying myself.

“Fuck her good, daddy. Her pussy’s only going to be this perfect now. You’re the first one to make proper use of her lady bits, daddy, so give it to her good, make her realize she’s totally not a real lesbian.”

I was going to do just that, then.

I was going to make good use of my daughter’s Valentine’s Day gift to me.

I decided to increase my pace, and so I began driving my cock as deep inside the teen girl’s vagina as it would go. She still winced when I bottomed out and hit her womb, but at least she had learned not to complain about the journey to becoming a true grown woman.

I wanted her fuckhole to loosen, making it clear that a man had been in her body, using it, ruining her purity, devaluing it, before spilling myself in her womb.

I gave Cassie’s clit ring a hard tug as I pulled out, watching some of my cum leak out of her freshly deflowered pussy.

“Oh my God, daddy, you didn’t!”

Angie yelped and shoved me aside before putting her mouth on her friend’s swollen flesh.

“What if she got pregnant?” She scolded me after a few minutes, making me realize that she hadn’t objected to me hurting her friend’s clit with the tug, but to me having cummed in her cunt.

My daughter hadn’t been soothing a piece of abused pussy, but sucking out her daddy’s cum out of another girl’s cunt.

“You only cum in me, daddy, that’s the rule!”

“Do you want daddy to cum in you, sweetie? To breed you?”

Angie grinned. “I thought you’d never ask!”

The three of us spent the rest of the night together, fucking each other stupid, with both teen girls working hard to earn my praise and cum.

When morning came, both of them had lost their anal virginities as well, and Cassie had decided that she wanted to be a permanent fixture in this household. She was going to be primarily Angie’s lover, but I would get to use her every weekend, provided I didn’t breed her, because my daughter was very vocal about wanting to be the only special girl for me. Which was fair.

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