Mariah's heart raced as she lay in her bedroom after her morning masturbation session. She could still feel the slick remnants of her arousal lingering between her thighs. The bedpost had been a poor substitute for what she truly craved.

What she really wanted was her daddy's cock stretching her tight pussy. She was only sixteen, but her body burned with forbidden urges. As she sat there, her breasts heaving with each breath, she imagined her dad, Mark. She wanted him in her womb. Now, though, she needed to test him, to see if he'd cross that taboo line.

Downstairs, the football game could be heard in the living room. Her dad sat in his recliner, eyes glued to the screen, watching the game. His fit, tanned frame relaxed in a simple t-shirt and shorts. Mariah dressed specifically to tease in a white, satin thong, and pink satin shorts that accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. And, to top it all off, a matching pink satin camisole with thin straps that clung to her perky tits.

She descended the stairs quietly, barefoot, her sandy blonde hair swaying and blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Plopping onto the couch next to his recliner, she stretched out, one leg dangling off the edge. She hoped her dad would look over and see up her shorts. "Hey, Daddy," she said softly, her voice laced with innocence masking her true intent.

Mark glanced over, his blue eyes flickering over her what she was wearing briefly before returning to the game. "Hey, kiddo. Did you sleep well? Do you want to watch the game with me?"

Mariah shifted slowly, the satin shorts pulling tight against her ass. She leaned back, arching her spine and stretching her arms up so her camisole rode up, exposing the underside of her breasts. Her nipples hardened against the fabric as it rubbed along her boobs. She parted her legs just enough for the thong to peek from under the shorts' hem, making the white satin against her smooth skin visible

From the corner of her eye, she watched him carefully. Her father's hand moved to his lap, adjusting the growing bulge in his shorts. His cock strained against the thin material, growing as he stole another glance at his little girl. He cleared his throat and shifted in his recliner. But, he looked again, his gaze lingered longer this time, tracing the curve of her thigh up to where the white fabric that covered her young pussy.

Feeling his eyes on her, Mariah rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. The motion hiked her shorts higher, revealing the full outline of her thong clinging to her slit. She wiggled her hips subtly, as if getting comfortable, but she was really parting her legs a little bit to give him a better view. "Football is always so boring to me, Daddy. I don't understand anything thats going on."

Mark's face flushed visibly, his hand pressing down harder on his erection. "I'm sorry, sweetie. There's a lot of things you need to understand before you can really enjoy football." His voice was rough, distracted, his eyes darting to her exposed skin before snapping back to the TV.

She sat up then, swinging her legs over the edge, her shorts bunching up completely now. Her moist panties pressed into her folds, causing a damp spot to form from her forbidden excitement. Mariah leaned forward, elbows on her knees, cleavage spilling from the camisole. Mark's cock twitched visibly under his hand while the cock head was outlined against the fabric of his shorts.

A commercial break came on the television and the room fell quiet except for their breathing. Mariah caught him staring outright, his tongue darting over his lips. Heat pooled in her core because she knew she was affecting him in all the right ways. She wondered how much more teasing it would take to push him even further.

"I think I left something upstairs. Be right back, Daddy." She stood, bending at the waist to 'adjust' her shorts, knowing her ass cheeks were peeking out.

Mark's eyes locked on her assets, his hand frozen mid-adjustment. Mariah sauntered up the stairs, her pussy throbbing with excitement. In her room, she waited, door cracked, wondering if he'd follow.
Mariah's mind swirled with naughty images as she paced her room, the door still ajar. Her daddy's hand on his bulge replayed in her head, his cock hardening just from a few brief glimpses of her body. She bit her lip as her fingers trailed down her body to rub her slick folds, but she stopped herself. No, she needed the real thing. Tonight, she'd push him until he snapped. She desperately craved for her father to grab her hips, and slam his cock into her tight pussy.

Once she made her decision, she headed to the kitchen, still in her pink satin shorts and camisole, minus the panties. The fabric whispered against her skin with every step, her nipples stiff peaks under the thin top. The game droned on, but Mark's focus had shattered. He sat rigid in the recliner, shorts tented, replaying the sight his daughter bent over.

In the kitchen, Mariah pulled out ingredients for his favorite meal, steak and potatoes. She bent over the counter to get supplies and ingredients, ass cheeks spilling from the shorts. Her hips swayed as she prepped the pan, camisole slipping to expose more cleavage. She knew he could see her from the living room, he was watching.

Mark tried to watch the game, but his eyes kept drifting. Mariah's body moved so gracefully. Her tits would jiggle as she flipped the steak and her thighs would flex when she reached for spices. Sweat beaded on her skin from the stove's heat causing the satin camisole to cling to her curves. His cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum into his shorts. He muted the TV, the game's cheers silenced as he leaned forward, watching his daughter expertly prepare the sizzling meat.

"Dinner smells amazing, baby," he called, but his gaze locked on her ass as she bent to check the oven.

"Thanks, Daddy. Almost ready." She turned, smiling sweetly, but parted her legs slightly.

By the time she plated the food, Mark had abandoned the game entirely. He followed her to the dining room table, eyes devouring her form. Mariah set the plates down, her breasts brushing his arm deliberately, nipples rubbing his skin through the fabric. He inhaled sharply, cock jumping.

She excused herself briefly and dashed upstairs to change. She stood naked before the mirror, fingers circling her clit as she admired her tits and shaved mound. No panties tonight. She pulled on the black velvet dress. It was tight, low-cut and hugged her frame like a second skin. It ended mid-thigh, the fabric smooth and clinging. Black high heels completed the look. Her breasts pressed against the velvet, nipples easily visible.

Descending the stairs, heels clicking, she felt his stare before entering the dining room. Mariah dimmed the lights as she entered the dining room, "Wow, sweetie. You look...so....so grown up."

Mariah smiled and served him first, leaning over his shoulder to pour him a glass of wine. Her tits pressed into his back, soft flesh molding against him as she whispered, "Enjoy, Daddy." The contact sent a jolt to his groin as he gripped the table edge.

They ate in charged silence, her foot occasionally brushing his calf under the table. When his fork slipped and clattered to the floor, Mariah seized the moment.

"I'll get it," he said. She spread her legs wide under the tablecloth, dress hiking up. No panties meant her bare pussy lips parted slightly, wet and open.

Mark bent down, eyes widening at the sight of Mariah's smooth slit glistening. He fumbled for the fork, face inches from her heat. He was close enough to smell her arousal. His cock strained painfully, begging for release. Straightening, he avoided her gaze, but his hands trembled as he resumed eating.

Dinner finally ended, and plates needed to be cleared. Mariah stacked them, then reached for his napkin on his lap. Her fingers 'accidentally' grazed his bulge through his shorts. Mark froze, a low groan escaping his lips.

"Sorry, Daddy," she murmured, eyes locked on his, but her hand lingered a second longer before pulling away with the napkin.

The air thickened with tension, and she could see the war in his blue eyes. Want versus restraint. Her pussy clenched, literally dripping down her thigh. One more push, and he'd fuck her right there.
Mariah's pulse raced as she stacked the last plate in the dishwasher, the hum of the machine masking her heavy breaths. Her fingers still tingled from the feel of her daddy's thick cock under the napkin. She glanced back at him, seeing his eyes dark with hunger he tried to hide. "Goodnight, Daddy," she said softly, swaying her hips as she climbed the stairs. Taking two steps at a time, the black velvet dress rode up a little to flash the bottom of her bare ass cheeks.

In her room, she stripped completely. Naked, she again touched her most sensitive areas, but held back. The final piece to her plan burned in her mind. She would draw him in deeper, make him ache until he couldn't resist his own blood. She scrolled through her phone until the clock hit 10pm, when she heard his bedroom door click shut across the hall.

A storm had rolled in earlier; thunder and lightning ravaged outside, rain pelting the windows. Mariah rose, grabbed a towel, and padded to the bathroom across the hall. She left the door cracked about three inches to invite prying eyes. Steam filled the air as hot water cascaded over her skin as rivulets traced down her breasts to her pussy.

She soaped her body slowly as her hands glided over her tits. Leaning against the tile, she spread her legs, fingers dipping between her slick folds. She circled her clit slowly, then plunged two fingers inside her tight cunt. "Mmm, Daddy," she said aloud, knowing the sound carried well in the bathroom. Her free hand kneaded her breast, rolling the nipple as her hips bucked.

Mark had heard the shower start. Sleepless, cock still half-hard from dinner, he crept down the hall. The partially open door drew him like a moth to a flame. Peering through the gap, he watched his daughter touch herself. Her eyes flicked toward the crack, locking on his shadowed form.

She didn't stop because she knew he wanted this as bad as he did. Instead, she arched her back, fingers thrusting faster, her pussy clenching visibly as juices coated her hand. A sharp cry escaped her lips as her orgasm hit, thighs quivering. She rode the waves and her eyes never left the door.

Mark retreated quietly back to his room, his cock fully erect and leaking. He silently slid under the covers and tried to think of anything other than his daughter writhing in the throes of orgasm.

A few hours later, the thunder boomed loud enough to shake the house. Mariah waited and dressed in a purple satin nightie with black lace trim edging the low neckline and short hem. It barely covered her ass, her nipples poking through the satin, pussy bare underneath. Barefoot, she tiptoed to his door and knocked softly.

"Daddy?" Her voice trembled convincingly. "The thunder... It's kind of scary. Can I sleep with you?"

Mark stirred, turning on the bedside lamp. "Come in, sweetie." He patted the bed, trying to sound paternal, but his eyes roamed her form. The nightie was hugging her curves, and the lace teasing the swell of her breasts.

She climbed in beside him, letting her leg brush against his under the sheet. "Thanks," she murmured, scooting closer until her body pressed against his side. The storm growled outside, but the real electricity crackled between the father and daughter now sharing a bed inside. Mariah turned toward him, her hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart race. "Hold me?"

He had hugged her a million times before, but this time he hesitated. Then he wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her in. Her tits squished against his ribs, satin sliding smoothly. She nuzzled his neck, her breath was hot on his skin. "You're so warm, Daddy." Her fingers traced lower over his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers.

Mark swallowed hard. "You okay now? Is there anything else I can do?"

"Mmmm." But she didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted and draped a leg over his thigh, her bare pussy grazing his hip. The contact made him stiffen as his cock swelled against his boxers. Mariah felt it, a soft gasp escaping. "Daddy... are you hard?"

He froze. "Go to sleep, baby." But his voice cracked, hand tightening on her hip.

She ignored him, propping up on an elbow to look at him. In the dim light, she tugged the nightie strap off one shoulder, exposing her breast. The nipple stood erect, begging to be touched. "I saw you watching me in the shower. Did you like it?"

"Mariah..." His protest died as she leaned in, guiding his hand to cup her tit. His palm engulfed it, thumb brushing the peak instinctively. She moaned, arching into his touch. "Suck it, please. I need your mouth on me."

Her father rolled the nipple between his fingers first, then lowered his head. His lips closed around the bud, tongue flicking it before sucking hard. Mariah whimpered, threading fingers through his blonde hair, pulling him closer. He nursed greedily as he switched to the other breast after pulling the nightie down fully. His sucks grew wetter, teeth grazing lightly, making her squirm.

"Daddy, yes... just like that." Her hand slipped under the covers, finding his bulge. She stroked his length through the boxers, feeling it throb. "I want to taste you too," giving his manhood a squeeze.

Before he could object, she pushed the covers down and yanked his boxers off. His cock sprang free with pre-cum already beading at the tip. Mariah licked her lips, then bent down, her tongue lapping the head. Mark groaned, hips jerking as she took him into her mouth. She bobbed slowly, lips stretching around his girth. Saliva dripped down his shaft as she sucked deeper, hollowing her cheeks, one hand pumping the base while the other fondled his balls.

"Fuck, baby girl... your mouth feels so good." He tangled fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm without force.

She hummed around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips. She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her to his cock, then dove back, taking him to the back of her throat.

But she wanted more. "Eat my pussy, Daddy. Please." She straddled his head, facing his feet, nightie hiked up. Her shaved lips hovered over his face, already slick with juices. Mark gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as he pulled her down. His tongue delved in, lapping through her folds. Mariah ground against his mouth, moaning as he sucked her clit, then thrust his tongue inside her tight channel.

"Oh god, yes... lick me, Daddy." He ate her out ravenously, hands kneading her ass. She rocked faster, juices coating his chin, her orgasm building again. When it crashed, she cried out, pussy pulsing, flooding his mouth with her nectar.

Panting, she turned around, eyes wild. "I need you inside me. Now."

She positioned herself over his cock, rubbing the head along her slit. No protection, just raw skin on skin. Slowly, she sank down, her walls stretching around his thickness. Inch by inch, she took him, gasping at the fullness. "You feel so good, Daddy..."

At the base, she paused, clenching around him, then began to ride. Up and down, her tits bouncing, hands on his chest for leverage. Mark thrust up to meet her, grunting with each slap of skin. "You're so tight... my baby girl."

She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips as she ground against him. The bed creaked under them, thunder masking their moans. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, milking his shaft. "Cum in me, Daddy."

He couldn't hold back. With a roar, his cock swelled, erupting deep inside her. Hot spurts painted her walls, overflowing as she kept riding through his climax, her own peaking again from the sensation. She collapsed on him, both slick with sweat, his seed leaking from her as she nuzzled his neck. "I love you, Daddy."