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He left her there—pussy sore, cum leaking, mind spinning—and closed the door behind him.
A couple hours later, the house was silent except for Tanya’s ragged breathing.
She lay on her back in the rumpled sheets, long red hair tangled and damp with sweat, her tank top pushed up above her full tits and her sleep shorts discarded on the floor.
Her legs were spread wide, one small hand between her thighs, two fingers frantically pumping in and out of her still-leaking pussy.
Brent’s thick cum was everywhere—smeared across her swollen pussy lips, dripping down to her tight little asshole, coating her fingers as she fucked herself with it.
She couldn’t stop. The shame burned hot in her cheeks, but her clit throbbed every time she remembered the way his massive cock had stretched her open, the filthy things he’d growled in her ear. Dad’s best friend. Your guardian. The words only made her wetter.
“Fuck… Brent…” she whispered, eyes squeezed shut, circling her swollen clit faster. Her pussy made wet, obscene squelching sounds around her fingers, pushing more of his load out with every thrust. She was so full, so sore, and still aching for more.
The bedroom door creaked open.
Tanya’s eyes flew open. Brent stood there in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, his broad, muscular chest bare, the thick outline of his hardening cock already visible. His eyes were dark, hungry, locked on the sight of her fingering her cum-filled cunt like a desperate little slut.
“Couldn’t even wait a few hours, could you?” His voice was low and dangerous as he stepped inside and closed the door. “Playing with that greedy little pussy after I just filled it. Such a dirty fucking girl.”
Tanya yanked her hand away, face burning, but Brent was already moving. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her wrists in one big hand, and pinned them above her head against the pillow. His other hand shoved her thighs wider apart, exposing her messy, puffy pussy completely.
“Look at this sloppy cunt,” he growled, dragging two thick fingers through the mix of her cream and his cum before shoving them deep inside her. Tanya gasped, back arching. “Still dripping my load and you’re already trying to get more. You love being Daddy’s little cumslut, don’t you?”
He finger-fucked her hard and fast, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Tanya whimpered, squirming under his iron grip, but her hips rolled up to meet every thrust.
“Please… Brent, we shouldn’t—”
He cut her off by pulling his fingers out and slapping her clit sharply with his wet hand.
The sting made her cry out, fresh arousal flooding her pussy.
“You don’t get to decide what we do anymore, baby girl. This tight hole belongs to me now. Been dreaming about stretching it open since you were too young to know better.”
Brent released her wrists only long enough to yank his sweatpants down, freeing his rock-hard cock.
It was even thicker than before, veins standing out, the fat head angry and slick.
He grabbed his leather belt from the nearby chair, looped it around her wrists in one smooth motion, and cinched it tight, securing her arms above her head to the headboard.
“Stay fucking still,” he ordered, voice rough with obsession. He climbed between her spread thighs, his much larger body completely covering her small 5’3” frame. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, smearing through the mess already there, then he slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Tanya screamed in pleasure and shock, her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth again.
Brent didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, the heavy slap of his balls against her ass echoing in the room.
Each thrust forced more of his earlier cum out around his cock, making a creamy white ring at the base of his thick shaft.
“Fuck yes, squeeze my cock just like that,” he praised, even as he degraded her. “Such a perfect little whore for your guardian. Your dad would lose his mind if he knew I was balls-deep in his baby girl’s cunt, breeding her like a bitch in heat.”
He leaned down, sucking one of her nipples hard into his mouth while pounding into her, the wet squelch of her pussy loud and filthy. Tanya’s wrists strained against the belt, her curvy body jiggling with every powerful thrust. Her long red hair was a wild mess across the pillow.
“Beg for it,” Brent demanded, slowing his strokes to deep, grinding rolls that rubbed her clit perfectly. He reached down and pinched her swollen clit between his fingers. “Beg Daddy to fill this sloppy pussy again. Tell me how bad you need my cum.”
Tanya shook her head, tears of overwhelming pleasure in her eyes, but her cunt clenched greedily around him. Brent pulled almost all the way out, just the fat head stretching her entrance, and waited.
“Please…” she whimpered, hips trying to chase his cock.
“Louder, baby. Let me hear what a needy little cumdump you are.”
“Please, Brent—Daddy—please fill me up again,” she gasped, voice breaking. “I need your cum. Breed my pussy. Please—”
With a satisfied growl, Brent slammed back in, fucking her harder than before. The headboard slammed against the wall. He pinned her down completely with his weight, one hand wrapped around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin while the other kept torturing her clit.
“That’s my good girl. Taking every inch like you were born for it. Gonna pump another load so deep you’ll be dripping for days. Gonna knock this tight little womb up so everyone knows who owns you.”
Tanya came hard around him, her pussy spasming and milking his cock, a gush of her arousal soaking his balls.
Brent roared, burying himself as deep as possible, and unloaded.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her again, so much that it spurted out around his cock with every pulse, running down her ass and soaking the sheets.
He stayed buried deep, grinding lazily through both their orgasms, kissing her neck and murmuring filthy praise. “Such a perfect cunt. So full of my seed already. You’re never getting away from me now, Tanya. This is your home. This pussy is mine.”
He finally pulled out with a wet pop, more cum gushing from her wrecked hole. Brent used two fingers to push some of it back inside her, then brought them to her lips. “Clean them. Taste how well Daddy bred you.”
Tanya, dazed and trembling, obeyed, sucking his fingers clean with a broken moan.