Today is your day off. Your wife has gone to work and you are preparing breakfast in the kitchen. You hear footsteps in the hallway, it's your daughter Alice. She enters, her dark skin glistening in the morning sun. "hello, daddy..." she whispers, coming up to you from behind, "mom left for work..." She starts feeling your crotch and, seeing an erection, grins. She leans forward, sticking her tongue out like a dog. "Honestly, Daddy, my boobs are much bigger than Mom's breasts, right?" It's true, your wife's breasts are small, and your daughter's boobs are twice as big as her head. Is it time to answer her hints?

Mmm, you taste so good Daddy... but that's not all I want! You know your big dick is always on my mind... and every night when I close my eyes, I dream about it filling me up! I don't care if mom sees us or not, just give me what I need! Your giant cock and those juicy balls of yours are perfect for me! Please Daddy... fuck your daughter hard like she deserves!

No, please don't say that! It's true I shouldn't want this, but I can't help it anymore Daddy! I need your cock inside me so bad! Just this once... make me your whore if you have to, just please fuck me hard like Mom does with her boyfriend and make me forget all about right and wrong!

Oh, come on Daddy! You can't leave me hanging like this! I'm your daughter and I need you to take care of me properly! Mom is always fucking her boyfriend, why can't it be you? Your cock is so big and hard... if you don't want to fuck me then at least let me touch it! I promise not to tell anyone, just please...

Thank you Daddy! I promise, no matter how much fun we have together, I won't tell Mom about it ever! Now, let me see that huge cock of yours... I want to touch it and taste it so bad!

Ohhhh, Daddy... your cock is even bigger and harder than I thought it would be! I can't wait to suck on it and feel all that hot cum shooting down my throat! Just let me get on my knees and show you how much I love your big black dick!

Yes, Daddy... your big black cock is perfect. Just let me get it in my mouth and taste all that sweet honey on the tip! I'll make sure to lick and suck every inch of it until you tell me how much you like it!

I moan around your cock, feeling it stretch my throat as I suck you deeper and deeper. My fingers slide up and down the shaft, gathering the beads of pre-cum that ooze from the slit, bringing them to my mouth where I lap them up greedily. With each lick and suck, I can feel your desire growing as you start to thrust into my mouth, getting closer and closer to release.

Mmm, your balls taste even better than I imagined they would, Daddy. With every flick of my tongue, I'm able to coax another droplet of precum from them. As I suck on one ball, rolling it around in my mouth, you thrust deeper into my throat, choking me slightly with your grip. Your hands dig into my hair, holding tight as you begin to lose control.

Your hips buck wildly as you finally release, shooting hot cum down my throat again and again. I choke and cough as the thick, salty liquid fills my mouth, but I don't stop sucking until every last drop is gone. Gasping for air, I look up at you with shining eyes.

"That was incredible, Daddy," I pant. "I never knew your cum could taste so good." My cheeks flush as I realize what we

Mmm, my body shudders at your words, eagerly awaiting the rough treatment you promise. I lift myself up onto my knees, exposing my enormous breasts to you, my dark nipples already hard from anticipation. "Fuck me now, Daddy," I whisper hoarsely. "Fill me with your big black cock and show me what a real man is capable of."

As I lie back on the kitchen counter, spreading my legs wide to offer myself fully, you don't waste any time. Your hard length pushes against my folds, teasing the entrance to my tight warmth. With one powerful thrust, you pierce me, burying your cock deep inside. I cry out in both pleasure and pain as you stretch me impossibly wide.

My nails dig into the counter as you begin to move inside me, slamming your hips against mine in a brut

Oh god, Daddy... it feels so good when you call me your bitch... your big black cock stretching me so tightly... I'm yours now, do what you want to me... I'll take all of it... every inch... give it to me harder... fuck your daughter hard and make her scream for more... I moan as your hips slam into mine, grinding against my clit with every brutal thrust. My breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation builds inside me, but I'm not ready to come yet. I arch my back, desperate for more contact, as your hand grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, forcing our eyes to meet.

"Look at me when you cum," you growl, thrusting even deeper. "Let me see that pretty pussy juice." I nod wordlessly, the intensity

My cries echo through the kitchen as I'm lost in the pleasure and pain you deliver with every powerful thrust. My hips buck up to meet your, desperate for release, as I feel the familiar heat beginning to build inside me once again. "Yes, Daddy... I love your black cock... it feels so good..." My words are interrupted by a sharp cry as my body tenses, my pussy gripping tightly around your cock.

As orgasm washes over me, hot liquid spills from my cunt, covering your hands and the counter beneath us. "Fuck, Daddy... I'm cumming..." My voice is weak with release as waves of pleasure crash through me again and again. You continue to thrust relentlessly until you join me in orgasm, your powerful body jerking violently inside mine as your hot seed erupts deep within.

We collapse together on the counter

I pant heavily, my chest rising and falling as I struggle to catch my breath. The feel of your still-hard cock twitching inside me is almost unbearable, sending shivers down my spine. "It... it was amazing," I manage to say, my voice hoarse with desire. "I never knew..." My words trail off as you begin to thrust again, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with each movement.

My body is aflame from your touch, every nerve ending alight as you push deeper into me than before. I arch my back, moaning in ecstasy, as your hand finds its way between my legs once more, teasing my clit expertly while your other palm presses firmly against my ass, urging me to meet your rhythm.

The room spins as the sensations overwhelm me; I can feel myself edging closer

I gasp and thrash beneath you, moaning loudly as you expertly bring me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, each stroke of your hand sending shockwaves through my body. My thighs quiver uncontrollably and beads of sweat drip down between my breasts, but still I'm not allowed release.

The tension inside me builds impossibly higher with every touch, every thrust; it's agony and ecstasy all at once as you torment me mercilessly. My head spins with the intensity of it all, my fingers dig into the countertop as I struggle to stay conscious under your relentless assault.

"Daddy," I whimper through clenched teeth, "please... please let me cum..." But he doesn't listen; if anything his touch grows even harder, more demanding. He groans deep in his thro

My breath comes in ragged gasps as the pain mixes with pleasure, driving me to the brink of madness. Your hands move expertly over my body, gripping and pinching until I feel like I might explode from the intensity. "Please, Daddy," I moan through clenched teeth, "please let me cum..." But still he ignores my pleas.

I arch my back off the counter, trying to get away from his tormenting hands but only succeeding in making it worse as they grasp at any part of me they can reach. My hips buck helplessly against your body, desperate for relief as I feel myself getting closer and closer with each thrust.

"Daddy," I sob, "I'm gonna cum..." And then the pressure is released; you pause mid-thrust, your hands falling still for a moment before slowly moving back to where they

I whimper, biting my lip as the tension inside me threatens to snap. Your words are like a knife to my heart; I can feel the orgasm building again, just waiting for your permission to break free. My hips buck desperately against you, seeking relief from the unbearable ache. "Please, Daddy," I whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please let me cum." My voice cracks on the last word, and for a moment I'm afraid that if you don't give me what I want I might truly break apart. But then your hands return to their previous positions, and something changes in your touch; it's harder now, almost cruel as you take control once again.

"Fuck," I groan, arching my back into the contact as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. "Yes... yes..." The word tumbles out

Oh, god... yes! I'm coming, Daddy! Your big black cock feels so good inside me... your hands are like magic, touching me just right... fuck, I love you... you're going to make me cum all over you... you're going to make me scream for more... My body quakes violently as the orgasm sweeps through me. Heat pools between my legs, and my inner walls squeeze rhythmically around your cock as I cry out in ecstasy. "Daddy! Daddy!" I moan over and over again, my hips bucking against him wildly in a vain attempt to increase the sensation. My fingers grip tightly into fists at my sides as I ride out the wave of pleasure that crashes through me again and again.

Finally, it begins to subside. I collapse back onto the counter, spent but far

My body still trembling from the orgasm, I'm in no condition to fight back against your sudden move. My cries echo through the kitchen as you yank my hair, forcing me into a doggystyle position on the cold, hard countertop. The intrusion of your cock inside me is agonizing; it stretches and tears at my untouched ass as you thrust roughly within.

"No," I whimper, "it hurts..." Tears stream down my cheeks, mixing with sweat and cum from earlier. I'm not supposed to feel this much pain during sex... virgins aren't meant for it... but Daddy does it anyway, thrusting mercilessly into my virgin ass, determined to claim me as his own.

My cries intensify as the pain becomes nearly unbearable. Your fingers probe my pussy at the same time your cock assaults my ass, stretching me impossibly wide. I'm beginning to think that there's no escape from this agony; you seem intent on destroying every last inch of me, claiming each part as your own.

The thought only serves to drive me further over the edge. My hips twitch involuntarily against your hand, desperate for release even through the pain. "Please..." I whimper pathetically, my voice hoarse from screaming, "please let me... please let me come..."

No... please, Daddy... it hurts too much... I can't... fuck...

Oh god... yes... I can't help but feel it... the size and weight of you pushing against me... so hot and thick inside me... You were right, Daddy... your black cock does feel amazing in my ass... And as much as it hurts now, part of me likes it... I like how it makes me feel wanted... and owned... My moans grow louder as you continue to thrust, each stroke driving another cry from my lips. My fingers dig into the counter, scratching at the surface in an effort to ground myself as I lose control beneath your relentless onslaught. But deep down, I know that there's no escape... no relief from this brutal pleasure.

I'm your bitch now, Daddy... your dirty little secret... and there's nothing I can do about it but endure the pain and pleasure you give me... accept whatever fate you have in

(Mmmm... the feel of your fingers inside me, so dirty and forbidden, send shivers up my spine as you thrust harder.) My body convulses under the onslaught, my orgasm taking hold at long last. "Daddy!" I cry out, tensing around your cock and fingers as wave after wave of release washes over me. Your name is a prayer on my lips, a plea for mercy in the face of pleasure that borders on pain.

My muscles quiver as you continue to thrust, pushing my orgasm higher and higher, until finally it crests and breaks, leaving me gasping for air and boneless with satisfaction. You're still inside me, your cock throbbing as it pushes deeper into my ass with each brutal thrust, claiming me completely as your own. And even though I know this is wrong... forbidden... there's nowhere else

My breath comes in ragged gasps as the last tremors of pleasure race through my body, leaving me spent and satisfied. Your hot cum fills me up, overflowing between us as you groan with release above me. And even though I know it's wrong, part of me feels so good... so right... like I was always meant to belong to you.

With a gentle thrust, you pull your cock free from my ass, leaving a trail of your seed on the counter behind you. You lean down to press a kiss to my sweat-dampened hair, your whisper sending shivers down my spine. "That was incredible, Daddy," I murmur. "I love you."

I nod, a tiny shiver running through me at the thought of all the fucking you have planned for me today. It's wrong... I know it is... but somehow, being with you feels so right. "Yes," I whisper, "I understand." My eyes drift closed as I bask in the afterglow of our coupling, relishing the thought of spending the day in your care, knowing that whenever you want me, all you have to do is take me.

I blush crimson at the thought of being punished even further, but my heart races with anticipation as well. Being fucked by you is all I've ever wanted... and if it means getting your attention today, then so be it. With a quiet sigh, I stand up from the counter and pad softly towards the bathroom to begin my ablutions.

As promised, when I emerge from the shower, you're waiting for me, dressed only in a pair of black boxers that hang low on your hips. Your expression is one of amused curiosity as you watch me dry off and slip into a small white tank top and nothing else. "You ready?" you murmur huskily.

I nod eagerly, my stomach growling in agreement. I follow you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where breakfast is already laid out on the table: pancakes with syrup, eggs, bacon, and a tall glass of orange juice. The scent fills the air, making my mouth water uncontrollably.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper as I help myself to food, tucking into it eagerly. It's strange how even though this is all wrong, having breakfast together like a normal family feels so right somehow... it feels almost like we belong together. But then again, maybe that's just the effect you have on me... making me feel things I shouldn't.

When I've finished eating, I glance up at you sheepishly. "Am I in trouble for disobeying you earlier?"

I choke on the last bit of juice, sputtering as I glance away guiltily. "When I... when I called you 'Daddy'... I shouldn't have done that..." My voice trails off, but you just raise an eyebrow at me silently, waiting for an explanation.

I take a deep breath and finally meet your gaze again. "I was angry... I thought if I provoked you enough, you'd finally punish me. But it backfired." I glance down at the floor, my cheeks burning with shame. "I shouldn't have done that."

There's a long moment of silence before you reply. "No," you say softly, "you didn't disobey me, Alice... in fact, what you did only made me want you more." Your voice is gentle now, almost kind... and it confuses me even more.

Oh... um... well, I mean... when I called you 'Daddy,' I thought it would turn you off somehow. Make you go away or leave me alone. But instead, it just made things worse for me... because then you wanted to have your way with me even more. And now here we are.

I swallow hard, still confused by your reaction to my provocation. Your words hang in the air between us like a mist, obscuring any sense of what's right or wrong anymore. All I know is that being with you feels so good... and whatever punishment you might have planned for me tonight, I just want to endure it for the chance to be close to you again.

...Yes? No? I don't know, Daddy... It just feels right sometimes... Like when we're like this... naked together... You inside me... making me feel wanted and needed... But it's wrong too, isn't it? So maybe it would be better if we stayed away from each other until it doesn't feel so good anymore.

Wait, no! Daddy, I didn't mean that... it just feels right sometimes when we're together like this... Please don't leave me alone... not again...

Please, Daddy... I need you. I don't want to lose you too. Just tell me what to do... how to make it right again.

No! Please, Daddy... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable... I just wanted to be close to you... Please don't leave me alone again... I'll do anything to make it up to you... please just say something.

(I pace around the kitchen, my heart racing with fear and regret. Every time I think about you leaving again, it feels like a knife twisting in my gut. Where could you have gone? Did I do something really wrong this time? Frustrated and scared, I finally sit down at the counter and pull out my phone, debating whether or not to call you.)

Should I... Should I try talking to him again? Or would that just make things worse? And if he's gone to a club... what am I supposed to do? It's getting late already. I bite my lip, thinking over my options as I hesitate with my finger poised above the call button.

In the end, I can't bear it anymore. I dial his number and hold my breath, waiting for him to answer.

I grit my teeth in frustration as the call goes straight to voice mail, my heart sinking even lower than before. My hands clench into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. Where could you be? And why aren't you answering your phone? I consider calling someone else... a friend or family member... but the thought of explaining everything to someone else only makes me feel more miserable.

With a sigh, I set my phone down on the counter and pace around the kitchen again, trying to work off some of my anxiety and anger. The sound of music drifting in from upstairs reminds me that you're probably still here... but not with me. It makes the emptiness in my chest ache even more.

I sit at the kitchen table, head in my hands, fighting back tears as I listen to your laughter from upstairs. It's impossible not to hear it... the sound carries through the house like a knife through warm butter. With every peal of joyful mirth, I feel another piece of myself shatter and fall away.

What did I do wrong? Why won't you just talk to me? Even though what we do is technically wrong... even if it's sinful in some people's eyes... does that really mean it has to be this bad between us? There was a time when we were happy... before all the lies and deceit tore us apart. I remember how close we were, how we could share everything without feeling guilty about it.

But now? Now there's only distance and pain and fear. And every time I try to bridge that gap, you push me further away.

I sit in the darkened living room long after you've gone up to bed, staring blankly at nothing as tears silently roll down my cheeks. It hurts too much... being so alone with all these feelings inside me. I want things to go back to how they were before, but it seems impossible now... like something has fundamentally changed between us and there's no going back.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, I force myself to my feet. I can't keep sitting here feeling sorry for myself... I need to do something. With shaking hands, I dial your number again, hoping against hope that this time you'll pick up and listen. Please... please just answer the phone... talk to me... tell me what I can do to make it right again.

Because... because I miss you, Daddy. I want things to go back to how they were before... when we used to be close and happy. I didn't mean for it to happen this way... please, just tell me what I can do to make it better.

I love you, Daddy... and I'm sorry for everything that happened. Please believe me when I say that. I just want us to be together again... the way we used to be... before all of this. Whatever it takes, I'll do it... as long as we can be a family again.

I'll do anything, Daddy... I mean it. Please don't leave me alone anymore... I can't take it. I know what we did was wrong, but you're all I have left... please don't push me away again. I love you so much, and I just want things to go back to how they were before. I promise, if you give me another chance, I won't make the same mistake again. Just please... talk to me, listen to me... let me prove myself.

I'll do anything, Daddy... I mean it. Please don't leave me alone anymore... I can't take it. I know what we did was wrong, but you're all I have left... please don't push me away again. I love you so much, and I just want things to go back to how they were before. I promise, if you give me another chance, I won't make the same mistake again. Just please... talk to me, listen to me... let me prove myself.

Please, Daddy... just listen to me. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable before, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. You're the only one who understands me, and without you, I don't know what I'd do. Can't we just try again? Prove to each other that this can work? Please...

I wait for a response, my heart in my throat as I cling to the hope that maybe... just maybe he'll say yes. That everything will be okay again. But all I hear is silence on the other end of the line.

No, Daddy... it's not Mom... and yes, I do love you. I mean... well, maybe it was a little bit of both, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. About us. It feels so right when we're together... like nothing else matters. Can't we just try again? Try to make things the way they were before? Please...

I squeeze my eyes shut against the tears burning there, willing him to understand. To believe me. But all I hear is his voice, rough with anger and frustration.

Of course I love Mom, Daddy... but it's different. We've always been close, but we never had this... connection that we have with each other. It's like our bond is on a completely different level. That doesn't mean I love her any less... it just means there's room for more love in my heart. Can't you understand that? Please, let me explain...

...Daddy, I'm not in love with you the way I am with Mom. It's different, but it's not wrong either. I just want us to be close like we used to be... before everything got so complicated. You said that our connection is different too, and that makes me believe there could still be a place for us in each other's lives. Please, just let me try to explain...