The front door clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing through the quiet house. I’d been waiting up, pretending to watch some late-night sports highlights, but my eyes kept drifting to the clock. 2:47 AM. Prom night. My little girl’s first real formal.

I heard the car pull into the driveway—that familiar rumble of her date’s dad’s sedan—and then the low murmur of voices, a giggle, the car door closing. I stood up, stretching, and walked to the front hall just as the door swung open.

She stumbled through, a vision in navy blue satin that caught the dim light. Her hair, which had been perfectly curled when she left, was now a wild tangle around her flushed face. Her mascara was slightly smudged at the corners of her eyes, giving her a sleepy, sultry look I’d never seen on her before.

“Hey, Daddy,” she slurred, her words blending together like syrup. Her heels wobbled as she tried to kick them off, nearly toppling into the coat rack.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I caught her arm, steadying her. The smell hit me immediately—cheap champagne, the kind teenagers think is sophisticated, mixed with something floral from her perfume. “Looks like you had a good time.”

“Best night ever,” she announced, throwing her arms around my neck. Her body pressed against mine, warm and soft, and I felt her breath hot against my cheek. “We danced so much. And Tyler… Tyler’s so sweet.”

I looked over her shoulder and saw the lanky boy standing awkwardly on the porch. His bowtie was undone, hanging loose around his collar, and his eyes were glassy. He wasn’t as far gone as she was, but he was definitely buzzed.

“Hey, Mr. Davidson,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I’m really sorry she’s… um. The punch had more kick than we thought.”

“I can see that.” I kept my tone neutral, the protective father. “You okay to drive home?”

“Yeah, but my mom… she said to call if I needed a ride. I walked to the car, so…” He trailed off, looking embarrassed.

I sighed. “Look, you’re not driving. Couch is free. You can crash here, go home in the morning.”

He looked relieved. “Really? Thanks, Mr. Davidson. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t make it a habit. Towels are in the hall closet. Bathroom’s down the hall.”

He nodded, shuffling inside as I guided my daughter toward the stairs. She leaned heavily on me, her arm looped through mine, her body swaying with each step.

“I’m not that drunk,” she protested, even as she nearly missed the first step.

“Sure you’re not, princess.”

We made it to the top of the stairs, and I led her to her room. The soft pink walls, the posters of bands I didn’t recognize, the stuffed animals still arranged on her bed—it all felt so young compared to the woman draped over me, the smell of alcohol on her breath.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed. She flopped backward immediately, her dress riding up her thighs. The navy satin bunched around her hips, and I saw a flash of pale skin above her stockings.

“Daddy, I’m so tired,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I know, baby. Let me help you get comfortable.”

I reached down to unzip her dress, my fingers finding the tiny tab at the back of her neck. The zipper slid down with a soft whisper, revealing the curve of her spine, the delicate strap of her bra. I pulled the dress down, and she lifted her hips groggily, letting me peel the fabric away.

And then I saw it.

A thick, milky trickle of cum was oozing from between her thighs, sliding down the inside of her leg. It glistened in the soft lamplight, a stark, unmistakable evidence of what had happened tonight. My stomach clenched. My daughter. My little girl. Used. Filled.

I should’ve been angry. I should’ve woken up that boy and thrown him out of my house. But the sight of that cum, leaking from her young, tight body… something else stirred in me. Something dark and hungry.

“Let me clean you up, sweetheart,” I heard myself say, my voice strangely calm. “Just lie still.”

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, running it under warm water. When I came back, she was sprawled across the bed, her dress pooled around her waist, her panties—lacy black, not the cotton ones I’d bought her—bunched around one ankle. Her pussy was exposed, slick and pink, the lips swollen and parted. A fresh trickle of cum was seeping out, spreading onto the sheets.

I knelt beside the bed, the wet cloth in my hand. I touched it to her inner thigh, wiping away the first trail of cum. She hummed softly, a sleepy, contented sound. I moved the cloth higher, pressing it against her slit, feeling the heat of her through the fabric. The cum smeared across her skin, and I found myself staring at her pussy, at the way the lips glistened, the tiny nub of her clit peeking out from its hood.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I dropped the washcloth. I leaned in, my mouth hovering over her. The smell was intoxicating—sweat and sex and the faint, salty tang of semen. My tongue darted out, tasting the edge of her labia. She tasted like her, like the faint sweetness of her skin, mixed with the bitter, musky flavor of another man’s cum.

I licked again, more boldly this time, dragging my tongue through her slit, gathering the mixture onto my tongue. She stirred beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Daddy?” Her voice was drowsy, confused.

“Shh, baby. I’m just cleaning you up.”

I pressed my mouth to her pussy, my tongue pushing inside her. She was so warm, so tight. I could feel the remnants of cum deep inside her, and I lapped at it greedily, fucking her with my tongue. Her hips twitched, and she let out a small, breathy gasp.

“O-oh… that feels…”

Her hand found my hair, her fingers tangling in it. She wasn’t pushing me away. She was holding me there. I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue, and she bucked against my face, her thighs clamping around my head.

“Fuck… Daddy… that’s so good…”

Her dirty words sent a jolt straight to my cock. I pulled back, my chin slick with her juices and cum. She was panting now, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted. She looked at me with a foggy, desperate gaze.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

I stood up, fumbling with my belt. My cock was rock hard, straining against my boxers. I pulled them down, letting it spring free, thick and aching. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her open legs. The tip of my cock pressed against her slick folds, and I just wanted to rub it there. Just a little friction. Just to feel how wet she was.

But the moment the head of my cock touched her pussy, she moaned and pushed her hips up, and I slid inside her.

It was like a vise of pure velvet. Silken, scorching, impossibly tight. Her walls clamped around me, pulling me deeper, and I let out a guttural groan. I hadn’t meant to fuck her. I had meant to just… tease. Just feel. But once I was inside her, there was no going back.

“Oh God… oh fuck… Daddy…” She slurred the words, her head rolling back, her back arching off the bed. “You’re so big… so much bigger than Tyler…”

Her words, half-conscious and slurred, drove me wild. I pulled back and thrust into her again, my hips slapping against her thighs. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, milking me with every stroke.

“Yeah… yeah… fuck me… fuck your little girl…”

“Shut up,” I grunted, even as I drove deeper, faster. “Your boyfriend is in the living room.”

“Don’t care… don’t care… want everyone to know… want Tyler to hear… hear how my daddy fucks me…”

Her dirty talk was filthy, fragmented, spilling from her lips like a drunk confession. I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her moans, but she just licked my palm, her eyes wild and hazy.

Her body started to tremble, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. She was close. I could feel it building, the way her hips started fucking back against me, matching my rhythm.

“Cum for me, baby,” I growled into her ear. “Cum on your daddy’s cock.”

“Fuck… fuck… DADDY!”

Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down so hard it almost hurt. She bucked beneath me, a choked scream escaping her throat as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Her cum flooded around my cock, hot and slick, and the sensation pushed me over the edge.

I buried myself deep inside her, my balls pressed against her wet skin, and I let go. Ropes of hot cum shot into her, filling her already-stuffed pussy, mixing with Tyler’s load. I kept pumping, emptying every last drop into her, until I was spent, my forehead resting against hers.

We lay there, breathing hard, tangled in each other. Her eyes were closed, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips. Cum was leaking out around my softening cock, pooling on the sheets beneath us.

I pulled out slowly, watching a thick stream of mixed cum ooze from her gaping hole. I gathered it with my fingers and pushed it back inside her, feeling her shiver at the touch.

“Clean up,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.

But she was already asleep, her breath evening out into a soft snore.

I lay beside her for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, my heart hammering. Then I got up, wet the washcloth again, and carefully wiped her down. I pulled her panties back up, covered her with a blanket, and kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight, princess.”

I turned off the light and walked to the door, pausing in the hallway. Downstairs, I could hear Tyler snoring lightly on the couch. Tomorrow, there would be awkward breakfasts and veiled questions. But tonight…

Tonight, I fucked my daughter.