Tim had been obsessed with his daughter Miranda since the summer after her 16th birthday.

It started innocently enough, his daughter giggling in the kitchen after school, wearing cut-off shorts and sneakers. But as time went on, Tim's lust for her blossomed into something he couldn’t ignore: long curly red hair, bright blue eyes, the kind of thick thighs and bubble butt that made his heart skip a beat.

She was a woman by every measure, and Tim couldn’t stop looking at her. He tried to hide it, but it was hopeless. He caught himself staring at her boobs as she bent over the counter, stealing glances at the curve of her ass when she walked by. At times, he would sneak into her room to breathe her scent. He’d thumb through her clothes — lacy bras, skimpy panties, tiny bikinis — and hold them to his face, cock straining as he imagined them clinging to her soft, young body.

This weekend was worse than ever. Days by the pool in barely there swimsuits. Evenings by the fire, her boobs jiggling as she laughed, her legs always draped over the arm of a chair like an invitation. Tim’s bald head would bead with sweat as he tried not to stare too hard, but Miranda saw everything. She noticed his hungry eyes. And she didn’t seem to mind.

One night, Tim lay in bed restless, hard, desperate. He told himself he just needed a drink of water. He quietly walked down the hallway, bare feet silent, but the real reason tugged at him hot and merciless: Miranda.

The TV glow lit the living room, and there she was — curled on the couch, a blanket sliding off her lap, tank top loose, and nothing on beneath it. No shorts. No panties. Just smooth pale skin catching the flicker of the screen.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked without looking at him, her voice soft but playful.

Tim swallowed, his throat tight. “Just… thirsty.”

Miranda stretched lazily, her legs opening just enough to make his heart stop. The movement was casual — too casual. “You’ve been staring at me for a long time now, Dad,” she murmured, finally turning those bright blue eyes on him.

His pulse spiked. “What?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t,” she said with a sly smile. “You think I don’t notice?” She tilted her head, hair spilling over her shoulder, and shifted again — not enough to seem deliberate, but enough for him to glimpse the soft pink between her thighs.

Tim gripped the doorframe hard. “Miranda…”

“What? You gonna tell me it’s wrong?” Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “You and Mom have noticed all of the changes. Mom doesn't like it, but it appears that you do. I’m not a kid anymore. I don't mind the way you look at me.”

His restraint snapped. In two long strides, he was looming over her, and when she didn’t pull back — when she actually smiled up at him, daring him — he grabbed her, mouth crashing onto hers. Lips, tongue, and years of pent-up lust exploding all at once.

He pulled her tank top up, baring her big, firm boobs, perfect and flushed, nipples stiff under his mouth. She gasped as he bit down gently, hands everywhere — squeezing her ass, spreading her thighs, dragging her flat on the couch.

“No panties,” he growled, breaking the kiss just long enough to glare down at her. “You little tease. You knew I’d see.”

Miranda feigned innocence, eyes sparkling. “What if I wanted you to?”

That was all it took. His cock was out, hard as steel, pressing against her dripping slit.

“You’re not on birth control, are you?” he rasped, voice thick with need.

Miranda’s breath hitched. “No… I’m not…”

A wicked grin curved his lips. “Good. Then I’ll fuck you so full of cum, make that pretty tummy swell.”

Her eyes widened, caught between shock and arousal — and then he slammed into her with one deep thrust. Miranda’s back arched, a ragged cry escaping her as he plowed into her, relentless.

Tim fucked her long and hard, grinding deep, his bald head gleaming with sweat as he pinned her wrists over her head. “The boys love you, don't they?,” he snarled in her ear. “Do they fuck you, let them take you bare also?" Miranda nodded, not saying a word. "I'm going to cum so deep you’ll feel it for days. Fuck a baby into you, you will be pregnant before the sun comes up!”

“Yes— yes, Dad— don’t stop—” she whimpered, legs trembling around his hips.

He pounded her into the cushions, biting her neck, slapping her thighs when she got too loud. “Tell me you want my cum,” he growled.

“I want it! I want you to cum in me!” she groaned, meeting every brutal thrust.

When he finally exploded inside her, he held her down hard, groaning deep in his chest as his seed spilled into her unprotected womb.

Miranda lay there gasping, her body limp, his cum into her body. Tim stayed inside her, staring down at her with feverish eyes — years of obsession finally satisfied… but only for a moment.

Miranda lustfully smirked up at him, voice broken. “Round two’s in my room. I want you to take me in the butt.”

Tim’s heart was still pounding from the first round, his cock still slick and half-hard as he followed Miranda up the stairs. She didn’t cover herself — just walked naked down the hall, hips swaying as if she wanted this all along.

When they slipped into her room, Miranda shut the door softly, not from fear of getting caught but to taunt him. She leaned back against it, fiery red curls, skin flushed and glowing.

“You sure you want this?” Tim rasped, chest heaving. “It’s gonna hurt.”

Miranda smiled, blue eyes glittering. “Yes, father, you already came inside my pussy,” she said. “Now I want you somewhere no one’s ever been.”

“You’ve never…?” Tim’s voice cracked with disbelief.

She shook her head slowly, almost innocent — but the curve of her lips was pure sin. “Not even a finger. You are going to be the first one to put a cock in my ass.”

“Holy fuck,” Tim growled, stepping closer like a man possessed.

Miranda handed him some lube, climbed onto the bed, and lay on her stomach, looking back at him over her shoulder with that dangerous little smirk. Her bubble butt glowed pale in the moonlight. Tim yanked his boxers down, cock swelling to full hardness again.

“Spread ’em,” he ordered, voice dark.

She did, biting her lip as his rough hands gripped her hips. He put some lube in his palm, stroking himself, then pressed the slick head against her tight virgin butthole. She tensed, gasping as he applied pressure.

“Relax,” he growled. “Relax and let me in.”

With steady pressure, Tim pushed himself inside, stretching her virgin ass inch by inch. Miranda cried out into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The initial pain caused her to lose her breath, and she became dizzy. She struggled to force air into her lungs as his cock slowly slid inside of her asshole.

“God, you’re tight,” Tim grunted, sweat already rolling down his bald head. “You know, this ass was made for cock, right?”

“It… hurts,” Miranda gasped, her voice muffled against the pillow.

“Good,” Tim snarled, pushing deeper, making her cry out. “Do you know why its ok that it hurts? he asked. It's because it only hurts you,” he said with a sadistic tone. 

His thrusts were brutal, his hips pounding against her soft cheeks. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back so she had to look at him, her blue eyes glassy with pain and something darker.

“You are such a good girl,” he growled, driving deep with each word. “Wanting me to be the first person up your ass.”

“Daddy— oh God— it’s so much—” she whimpered, her body trembling.

“Fuck yes, you are taking it like a champ,” he barked, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a red print. “You like this — you like that I’m ruining your tight little asshole?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, voice raw but thrilled. “Don’t stop— keep going!”

Tim pounded her mercilessly, each thrust forcing a choked cry from deep inside. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming in balls deep, savoring how impossibly tight she felt. Miranda’s whimpers and moans were muffled by the pillow, her moans telling how she wanted it.

“Gonna cum again,” Tim gasped, rutting like an animal. “Gonna fill your ass like I filled your pussy. You’ll feel me leaking out of both holes.”

“Do it!” Miranda shuddered, clawing the sheets. “Cum in me— cum in me now!”

With a guttural groan, he slammed deep and held her there, spilling his load, one shot after the other. He didn’t stop until he was empty, staying buried inside her trembling body.

When he finally pulled out, his cock falling from her ass, sliding toward her swollen pussy. Miranda rolled onto her back, hair a mess, eyes wide and shining.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “That was completely insane.”

Her father wiped his mouth, chest still heaving. “You have no idea.”

Miranda smirked through her exhaustion, eyes still glittering. “You’re not gonna stop thinking about me now, are you?”

“I never do,” he managed to mutter, chest heaving, sweat still dripping from his bald scalp.

And that was only the beginning.

Over the weeks and months that followed, their obsession became a rhythm neither of them could resist. Late nights, early mornings, even stolen afternoons when the house was empty — they found each other, always hungry, always reckless. Tim would sneak into her room like a man possessed, and Miranda welcomed it, teasing him, daring him to lose himself in her.

He bought her lingerie in every style imaginable — delicate lace, sheer black silk, bondage-inspired pieces. Costumes for nights of play: schoolgirl, maid, nurse, sometimes nothing but a smile and a glance. He arranged for her to get laser hair removal, smoothing every curve he loved to touch. Over time, she let him pick body piercings, one by one: a clit hood, her nipples — one vertical, one horizontal — a tongue piercing, small, intimate piercings that he and others could enjoy. Every addition made her his, every new sensation feeding the compulsion that now belonged to both of them.

Their encounters grew darker, wilder, shameless and dangerous. Tim didn’t care that she was on no birth control; the thought of filling her, marking her with his seed, became an intoxicating part of their play. She whined, gasped, begged — and still, she came back for more, hungry for the sharp edge of taboo he delivered.

Every day, the line between obsession and desire blurred. They delighted in it, in the danger, in the thrill of getting caught and not being caught. Every glance across a room, every brush of skin, every secret meeting kept their pulse racing, cementing the twisted intimacy they shared.

And yet, neither of them could imagine stopping. Not now, not ever. Their hunger had become a force neither could deny — a dangerous, filthy, relentless need that belonged to both of them, and only them.

Tim watched her once, in a new lace set he’d bought, piercings glinting under the light. His cock throbbed with the familiar, unrelenting ache. Miranda caught his gaze, licking her lips, a smirk widening.

And in that moment, with sweat and cum and piercing metal glinting in the dim light, they knew nothing would ever stop them — not shame, not danger, not the world itself. Their obsession had become immortal, endless, and shamelessly, gloriously theirs.