Lewd daughter

The doorbell chimed through the empty Bel Air mansion at five sharp. Chloe bounced off the couch, her naked body buzzing with heat from the shower and her own lazy fingers teasing her smooth, pink pussy. She'd been home from elite Hawthorne Prep for half an hour, the driver long gone, nanny clocked out since two. Here, away from prying eyes, she wasn't just Victor Thompson's daughter—she was his lover. Ever since crawling into his bed after eighth-grade graduation three years ago, she'd been addicted.

Elevator doors slid open from the garage. There he was: tall, handsome in his forties, suit crisp from the boardroom. Chloe launched into his arms. "Daddy!"

"Mmm, baby girl," Victor growled, one arm snaking around her bare waist, fingers already tracing fire across her skin as he steered her to the couch.

Her heart hammered, pussy clenching at his touch. She melted against him, half-draped over his chest as they sank onto the leather. He loosened his tie with elegant flicks, then yanked her onto his lap. Chloe reached for the tie, but his hand dove between her thighs, parting her slick folds.

He kissed the swell of her massive tits—school forum called them the biggest, perkiest on any girl they'd seen—and shoved two fingers into her tight hole. "Let's see how wet Daddy's little slut is today. Fuck, Chloe, this pussy's even tighter. Squeezing my fingers like it doesn't want 'em. Need Daddy to loosen you up?"

"Ahh!" Chloe gasped as he pried her wider, pumping roughly. Her ass bucked on his lap, pussy swelling around the invasion. She tossed his tie aside, crushed her huge tits against his shirt, and flicked her tongue over his thin lips. Eyes locked on his, she purred, "Yes, Daddy... Chloe's been aching for you all day. Pussy's soaked thinking about your cock. Don't you want your little girl?"

She ground her tits against him teasingly, nipples hard as berries from his daily sucking.

Victor smirked, a man who'd married her mom for business, now hooked on his own daughter. "Oh, Daddy wants you, slut. But you're so goddamn tight—not wet enough yet. What if I can't fit in this greedy cunt?"

He slapped her fat ass—crack!—once, twice. Chloe jolted, tits jiggling wildly, but pleasure shot straight to her core. No shame, just heat. "Daddy!" she whined, bracing on his chest, rolling her hips to rub her dripping slit over his bulging pants. "Spank my slutty ass harder... it feels so good. Chloe wants to suck Daddy's big cock. Please, use my ass, my tits—fuck me everywhere... ahh, yes!"

"Filthy whore," Victor snarled, smacking her tit hard. Red handprints bloomed on pale flesh. Chloe moaned shamelessly, sucking his earlobe, tongue swirling in his ear. "Daddy's spanks make me so wet... hit me more."

He understood instantly. Another barrage on her tits—smack, smack—making her nipples stand rigid, berry-red. Then he pinched one viciously.

"Screeeam!" Chloe cried out, body arching in ecstasy, pussy gushing over his fingers. But she wasn't done. Dropping to her knees between his legs, she yanked at his belt. "Now let me worship that cock, Daddy. Your little bitch is starving."