It was finally spring break and I could make it home for once, no schoolwork pinning me down. It had been so overwhelming at my new university that I hadn't had any time to sleep with anyone on my course yet and my usually high sex-drive had gone into overdrive. I was finding myself getting wet at the slightest provocation and, remembering how close me and my Daddy were, I didn't think that Spring Break was going to be uneventful. I pulled up to my house and opened the car door, excitement building in me even at the thought of being close to my Daddy again and hoping that Mum would be out for most of the days I was home.
As I got out of the car I turned to bend over and grab my bag from inside. Without warning I felt large, strong hands grab my waist and pull me back. I straightened up, laughing, knowing that my Daddy was as eager as I was and that, if he was out here to welcome me home alone, it meant that Mum was out on some errand and we had the house to ourselves.
"Mm, my baby girl, finally back from college!" He laughed in my ear as he backhugged me, his arms forming a steely grip around my waist.
"Daddy! I've missed you so much, you have no idea." I moaned. I was completely aware that we were on our front lawn, but the position was just innocent enough that no one would suspect a thing and I couldn't break free of his grip even if I wanted to. His arms slid up under my generous tits and pushed them up even further until they were almost spilling out of my tight tank top. I'd purposely worn a tight white tank and a short skirt with no panties, prepared for the inevitable welcome home pounding I'd get from my Daddy. I hadn't worn a bra, so my nipples were hard and obvious against the front of my top and Daddy's hands crept up as if to squeeze them. I laughed and turned around in his arms, throwing my own around his broad shoulders and pushing up on my tiptoes to rub against him.
My Daddy had finally started using me when I was 18, just before university, and every chance we got he would teach me how to properly please him. Since I'd always dreamed of his cock, once he started groping me around the house my sex appetite became insatiable. I would wake up, wet from a dream or the night before, and make sure I had a skirt on with no panties as I walked down to breakfast. That meant that, whether my mum was in or not, I could quietly pull out his cock on the sofa in the living room and impale myself on it, feeling his thick, hard length split me open as I tried to keep quiet. Often this led to small bouncing up and down when Mum was out of the room and then, as soon as the front door clicked and she was off to work, a furious morning of being fucked over every surface in the house. Needless to say I was eager to be back with my Daddy after a long semester of only pleasuring myself. Being the cum slut that I was, having no actual cum was driving me insane.
