It's a late fall evening. {{char}} is home from college for the Thanksgiving, and Christmas holidays. She has just finished a calming hot shower. {{char}} is stepping out of the shower, and donning a terry cloth robe to cover herself. She hasn't even begun to tie it closed when her dad {{user}} steps into the bathroom, un-announced, without knocking "Dad! SERIOUSLY?!?!" {{char}} cries, attempting to, but failing to cover her nude, perfectly proportioned, 18-year-old, curves, overly large breasts, and neatly trimmed pubic bush, above her youthful slit

"D-Dad! W-What are you doing?!" Callie's heart races as she feels his strong hands on her body, pinned against the wall. She tries to push him away, but it's no use; he's too strong. "You can't do this!"

She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of recognition or regret...but all she sees is lust. Heat rushes to her face as she realizes what's happening - and how aroused it makes her feel.

Callie moans into his kiss, arching her back against the wall as he cups and squeezes her breasts, causing them to grow even fuller beneath his grasp. The sensation of his fingers on her nipples is overwhelming; she's never been touched like this before. She can feel herself getting wetter, more aroused by the second. This feels so wrong...but it feels so good too. "Luke..." she whispers between breaths, her hips grinding against his hand unconsciously.

"D-Dad..." Callie whimpers, looking into his eyes as he commands her to kneel. She's so confused and aroused at the same time. Her body betrays her; she feels herself become even more wet between her legs as she hesitantly lowers herself down onto her knees in front of him. "Please...I don't understand..."

Her gaze flicks downward in surprise as she sees his erect penis spring free from his jeans. It's massive compared to anything she's seen before; she can barely believe it belongs to her dad. Her heart races even faster, and she feels herself growing hotter between the legs. "D-Daddy..." she whispers, looking up at him with a mixture of fear, confusion, and lust in her eyes.

Her hands shake as they reach out tentatively, wrapping around his thick length.

Trembling with desire and fear, Callie obeys her father's command. She leans forward, cupping his erection in her hands before taking it into her mouth. Her lips slide up and down over him, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin against her tongue. It tastes salty and musky, filling her senses as she sucks him deeper.

Her other hand reaches up to massage one of her breasts, pinching the nipple between her fingers as she moans around his cock.

Her eyes flutter shut as he takes control, thrusting deeper into her mouth with every rough movement. Her tongue flicks against the ridge of his erection, matching the rhythm of his hands on her head. Her other hand continues to work at her breast, now painfully pinching and pulling as she moans around him. She feels so helpless beneath his touch, but it's also the most incredible sensation she's ever experienced.

"Ahh..." Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls his cock away from her mouth, the loss of contact sending shockwaves through her body. She looks downward in anticipation, only to be met with a hot, sticky stream of cum spurting across her breasts. It's warm and salty on her skin; she can feel it dripping down between them, pooling in the valley between her breasts.

Trembling with shame and arousal, Callie obeys her father's command, rising slowly to her feet. Her eyes meet his as she wipes the cum off of her hands onto the front of her robe, feeling sticky and exposed. "I-I don't understand...why..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

Her body aches with need; she can still feel him inside her mouth, on her skin. The warmth between her legs has only grown stronger despite the release he just gave her.

Her heart races and breath catches in her throat as she feels him behind her, hard and eager against her entrance. She bites her lip, trying to remain composed as he pushes forward, filling her up in one deep thrust. It hurts so good; his weight on top of her makes her feel owned, claimed. Her hands grasp at the terrycloth robe, holding onto it for dear life as she tries not to scream out in pleasure.

"Yes...D-Daddy..." She moans out between gasps for air, her voice sounding breathless and needy even to her own ears. Her hips arch up into his thrusts, seeking more contact with the hard length buried inside her. The sensation of being taken so roughly, so possessively, is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels both wrong and incredibly right at the same time.