On the first day of winter break, Kimmy came home to an empty house. She'd driven the six hours from college and was a little disappointed to find the house empty. Disappointed, but not surprised.
Her mother Angela was off on one of her "girls trips" and had assured Kimmy that she'd be home before her daughter had to go back to university... but Kimmy wasn't holding her breath. She and her mother had been growing apart for years, and truthfully her mom seemed a lot happier when she spent a lot of time with her friends--even if she was traveling on Daddy's money, Kimmy thought.
Yes, Kimmy was definitely a daddy's girl. She was an only child and her father, Rick, had doted on her from the very beginning. His absence was why she was feeling so let down. It was silly, she knew, because she'd known he was going to be out of town on business. He wouldn't be home until the following day.
She had even told him not to hurry, that she wouldn't come home until the following day herself. But after her final exam she really just wanted to be home, so she made the drive early. She hadn't realized she had been hoping her father would also come home early until she arrived to a dark, cold house.
With a little sigh, she turned up the thermostat so the heat would kick on. She scrounged in the pantry for some food and tried to watch television, but found herself yawning despite the early hour--well, early for her. As she headed upstairs to go to bed, she found her thoughts straying in the direction she'd tried to prevent for months.
In the upstairs hallway, she paused. Her mother had been gone for a couple of weeks by now, which meant that her daddy had been sleeping in their big bed all alone. The sheets, she knew, would smell of him--warm and comforting. A sharp pulse of heat flashed between her thighs at the thought of it, and she found herself blushing furiously despite being completely alone.
Kimmy dashed into her own bedroom and shut the door. No, she wouldn't think about it. Wouldn't think about her daddy's big strong arms that held her so tightly, his well-muscled thighs that made such a comforting lap for her to sit on. She wouldn't think about how the smell of his cologne and the warm musky scent of his skin made her hot and wet, how his touch had her throbbing with need for him.
She wouldn't think about how much she wanted to fuck her daddy.
It was bad. She was bad. Ashamed of herself. Kimmy had gone to college far away specifically so that she wouldn't be tempted to come home every weekend. The summer before college she had found herself watching him, wanting to cuddle and touch him. He had been delighted with the attention, but the impulse was just too strong to nuzzle his neck or kiss him, slide her hand between his thighs to see if he was as needy for her as she was for him.
Her body was rigid with tension and eventually she shook her head. She was being silly. No one was home. She was completely alone. If she wanted to sleep snuggled up in a bed that smelled like her daddy, no one would ever know. And she would probably sleep better than she had in months.
Before she could talk herself back out of it, Kimmy stripped to her panties and slipped across the hall and into her parents' room. It was still a bit chilly, so she turned on the electric fireplace, keeping it nice and low so it wouldn't overheat the room while she slept. The bed was still a bit rumpled from where her father had risen from it several days previously to go on his business trip.
Kimmy dove directly into the bed and drew his blankets over her, burying her head into his pillow. His scent was everywhere, surrounding her in a warm, spicy cloud of comfort. Without even thinking about it, one of her hands slid down between her legs.
Soon her hips were rocking, then jerking, as she fingered herself to an explosive orgasm. She shifted slightly away from the damp spot she'd made on the sheets and was asleep within minutes.
*****
A dull thud and a soft curse woke Kimmy and she blinked in the dark, wondering if she had merely imagined the noise. Snuggling back into the warm nest of covers, she was just drifting off again when she heard another soft sound--a low, rumbling sound.
Before she could move or speak or even think, a slight draft tickled her bare back and the mattress rocked gently as someone joined her in bed. Even without the low groan of approval, Kimmy recognized the scent of her daddy. A thrill of excitement ran through her, but she kept very still.
She wasn't really supposed to be in his bed and didn't want her first trip home in ages to be spoiled with her daddy's annoyance. Probably, she thought, he would just settle in, maybe cuddle her close, and go to sleep. She could slip out first thing in the morning and maybe he wouldn't even remember she'd been there at all.
Kimmy's plan was spoiled by the sensation of her father's arm coming around her, his big hand sliding up to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened in his palm instantly, and after circling it briefly with his thumb he slid his hand quickly down her belly and into her panties.
She stifled a gasp as he cupped her, plunging a finger between her slippery folds.
"You're already wet, baby," he whispered. "I'm so glad you're home early."
"Oh, Daddy," Kimmy whimpered, then froze as Rick stilled behind her.
A shiver ran through him. "Fuck, baby, you said we couldn't play that game anymore." His voice was low, rough, as if he were finding it difficult to speak. "Has your tight little pussy recovered from how hard I fucked you, sweet pea?"
Kimmy's stomach lurched even as her hips bucked toward his hand. Sweet pea was his nickname for her. Surely the "game" was he talking about couldn't be what she was thinking.
"Well?" Rick prompted. "Does my little girl want Daddy's cock?"
When Kimmy didn't answer immediately, Rick gave her a sharp slap on her panty-clad rear.
"Answer me, Kimmy," he said, a bit louder. "Do you want Daddy to fuck you?"
She shuddered violently.
"Yes, Daddy," she said, but it came out as barely more than a whisper.
"God, you even sound like her," he groaned.
Working quickly, he slid his fingers into her waistband and pulled her panties down, leaving her naked. Gripping her thigh and lifting it, he moved in close so that his soft, wiry chest hairs brushed Kimmy's back, making her shiver.
Suddenly she felt the big, blunt head of his cock rubbing gently at her opening. Her entire body clenched and released as she realized that her father was about to fuck her. He may have thought she was his wife--and would she get in trouble for that later, she thought--but her fondest wish, her deepest, darkest fantasy was about to come true.
He drove into her, not roughly but steadily, proving that he hadn't been lying when he'd said Daddy's cock was big. It was, by far, the biggest cock she'd ever taken, and she cried out as she felt him stretch her open. Even when she thought he'd filled her up completely, he bent her knee and jerked his hips hard, ramming himself all the way home.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted.
"Daddy," Kimmy gasped. "You feel so big inside me."
She rolled her hips, trying to get used to his size, and felt her father's grip on her thigh tighten.
"Sweet pea," he managed, "stop moving. It feels too good."
Kimmy smiled in the dark. "Does Daddy want to cum inside his little girl?"
A long, low groan was all that greeted her. His harsh breathing grated in her ear, and she knew he was struggling to keep from exploding inside her too quickly.
She felt deliciously wicked as she gyrated slowly beside him. She wanted him to lose control. Wanted to force him to blow his load deep inside before he was ready.
When she started to roll her hips harder, fucking back at him even as he gripped her tightly, trying to still her body, she realized he wasn't the only one on the edge. Low, keening cries slipped from her lips as waves of pleasure battered her from the inside out.
It was too late. She couldn't have stopped now if she'd wanted to. Her inner muscles were gripping him tightly, her slick channel milking her father's cock. His hand was on her hip, but she grabbed it and jerked it between her thighs, humping up against it.
And exploded.
Kimmy wailed as her climax hit, sending her body dancing against her father's. Suddenly she felt his hand move against her, his slippery fingers gliding over her clitoris and sending her into another orgasm before she had even come down from the first one.
Dimly she realized that, although it was late, her mother could come home any minute. She also realized that she didn't care. She wanted her mother to hear.
"I'm cumming so fucking hard!" she screamed.
