(This is my first story on here... It's probably bad anyway hope you enjoy...or not haha )

In the quiet corner of a bustling city, there lived a man named Marcus. His apartment was small and unassuming, but it was his sanctuary after a long day's work. Marcus was a man of few words, his muscular frame and stern gaze often spoke louder than any words could. At 7 feet tall, his presence was commanding, and his powerful build was the result of countless hours spent in the gym. His job as a bouncer didn't require much conversation, just the occasional firm grip to maintain order. The apartment was simple, with only a few pieces of furniture that looked like they could withstand a storm. The walls were adorned with posters of heavy metal bands, their distorted faces and aggressive poses a stark contrast to the otherwise orderly space.

Marcus had a secret, one that no one knew about. He had a daughter named Aymi, who had just turned 18. Aymi was the complete opposite of him in almost every way. Petite and pretty, with big doe eyes and a button nose, she had the kind of beauty that could make grown men stumble over their words. Her mother had left when she was a baby, leaving Marcus to raise her alone. Despite their differences, they shared a strong bond, one that was about to be tested in the most unexpected way.

One evening, after a particularly taxing day, Marcus found Aymi in her room. The door was ajar, and the faint sound of her moans reached his ears. His curiosity piqued, he peeked in to find her lying on her bed, her hand buried between her legs. She was fingering her little pussy, her face flushed with desire. The sight of her made his own cock stir in his pants, thick and demanding. He knew he should have walked away, but something held him in place, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

Aymi was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn't notice her daddy watching. Her slender fingers danced over her clit, and she moaned softly, her body arching with each stroke. Her breasts bounced with her movements, and Marcus felt his cock throb at the sight of her innocence. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her tight little cunt, already glistening with arousal.

Suddenly, Aymi's eyes snapped open, and she saw her father standing in the doorway, his eyes burning with a hunger she didn't understand. Panic flooded her system, and she yanked her hand away from her pussy, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Daddy!" she gasped, her voice high and breathless.

Marcus didn't move or speak, his gaze never leaving her. The silence grew heavier with each passing moment until Aymi felt like she couldn't breathe. Then, without warning, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His massive frame filled the space, and Aymi felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had always been a daddy's girl, looking up to him with a mix of admiration and dependence, but this was different. This was a side of him she had never seen before.

Her father's eyes were dark and intense, and she could see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. He didn't bother hiding it, didn't bother with apologies. Instead, he simply approached her, his movements deliberate and predatory. Aymi's heart hammered in her chest as she scooted back on the bed, her legs instinctively closing to protect herself. But she knew it was useless. Marcus was too big, too powerful.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Marcus's deep, rumbling voice filled the room. "I'm watching you, Aymi. You're so beautiful."

Aymi's eyes widened, and she swallowed hard, her heart racing. "You shouldn't be here," she managed to say, but the words lacked conviction.

Marcus ignored her protest and leaned over the bed, his hand reaching for her. "Don't be scared," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I just want to see how wet you are."

Aymi's breath hitched as his calloused fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She felt the heat of his palm hovering above her pussy, and she couldn't help but spread her legs a little wider, offering herself to him. Marcus took this as an invitation and slid his hand further up her thigh, his thick fingers delving into her warm, slick folds. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt her wetness, and he couldn't resist the urge to dip a finger inside.

"Tell Daddy what you were thinking about that made you so wet baby " Marcus said in a gruff tone, his finger still buried inside her tight hole, feeling her pussy walls contract around him. Aymi's eyes rolled back as she felt the pressure build, and she couldn't deny the pleasure he was giving her.

"N-nothing, Daddy," she lied, her voice shaking.

"Princess, now you know daddy hates lying. Tell me the truth." Marcus's voice was firm but gentle, his finger sliding in and out of her with a mesmerizing rhythm that made Aymi's hips buckle. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the whimper that was building in her throat.

"I was just... thinking of someone," Aymi finally admitted, her cheeks burning even hotter. She could feel her father's breath on her face as he leaned in closer, his eyes boring into hers.

"Tell Daddy who?" He growled, not wanting her to think about anyone except him. Aymi's eyes searched his, and she realized that she didn't want to think about anyone else either. "It was... it was you," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Marcus's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Were you thinking about my cock, baby?"

Aymi's breath hitched, and she nodded, feeling the warmth of his hand move up to her stomach and then cup her left breast, his thumb circling her hardened nipple. "Y-yes, Daddy."

Marcus's smirk grew into a full-blown grin, and he leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

He pulled his finger out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, painting her lips with her own juices. "Taste yourself, Aymi," he instructed, watching as she obediently parted her lips and sucked his finger clean. The taste was new and strange, but not unpleasant. She found herself craving more, her tongue darting out to lick the remnants from his skin.

"Now, tell Daddy, did you think about his tongue?" Marcus's voice was a dark whisper, his hand moving to unbuckle his pants. Aymi nodded, unable to form words as she watched his monstrous cock spring free. It was huge, much larger than she had ever seen, and it terrified and excited her in equal measure.

"Use your words, baby girl," Marcus urged, his thumb flicking her clit as he leaned down to kiss her. His tongue delved into her mouth, mimicking the motion of his fingers between her legs. Aymi moaned into the kiss, her hands tentatively reaching out to touch the thick shaft of his cock.

Her touch was light and unsure, but it was enough to make Marcus's knees buckle slightly. He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing ragged. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a growl of need. "Tell me what you want."

Aymi's eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and desire. She licked her lips, tasting herself on him. "I-I want your tongue," she murmured, the words barely escaping her mouth.

"Where do you want Daddy's tongue, princess?" Marcus's voice was a low purr, his hand still playing with her clit. He watched her, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Aymi's heart raced as she felt the heat of his gaze on her. She swallowed hard, her mind racing with images of his tongue on her most sensitive spots. She didn't dare speak the words out loud, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers playing with the dampness of her pussy before pointing shyly at her glistening slit. "Here," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Marcus chuckled, the sound low and deep. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand leaving her pussy to stroke her hair. "But Daddy wants to hear you say it." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Where do you want my tongue?"

Aymi's cheeks burned even more, but she knew she had to tell him. "I... I want it on my pussy," she whispered, the words sticking in her throat.

Marcus's eyes flared with desire. "That's my good girl," he said, his voice low and approving. He slid off the bed and knelt before her, his massive cock standing at full attention. Aymi couldn't help but stare at it, both scared and fascinated by its size. Marcus leaned in, his breath hot against her pussy as he placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh. She felt his warm, wet tongue trace a path upwards until it reached her clit. He flicked it once, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through her body.

Then, without warning, he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy like a man who hadn't tasted food in weeks. His tongue was rough and insistent, lapping at her clit with an eagerness that left her gasping for breath. Aymi's hands found their way into his hair, holding him in place as he feasted on her. She had never felt anything so intense, so consuming. It was as if he was trying to devour her whole, to claim her very essence with each stroke of his tongue.

Her legs trembled and her back arched off the bed as the pleasure built within her. Marcus's hands gripped her thighs, keeping her in place as he licked and nipped at her swollen folds. His beard tickled her delicate skin, adding a layer of sensation to the mix. Aymi's hips bucked against his face, seeking more, needing more of his attention. The sounds of his mouth against her wetness filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo in her very soul.

He worked her clit with the precision of a master craftsman, his tongue flicking and swirling until she was on the edge of a climax she had never felt before. Aymi's breath came in pants, her nails digging into him as she approached the precipice. Marcus felt her tense and knew she was close. He hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations adding to her pleasure.

Aymi's eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. Marcus didn't stop, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy, lapping up her sweet nectar as she spasmed around him. He could feel her juices coating his beard, and the sensation only made him harder. He savored every drop, his hunger for her insatiable.

Finally, he pulled back, his mouth slick with her cum. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with a dark need. "Good girl," he murmured, "now Daddy's going to fuck your pretty little cunt, hard. No holding back."

Aymi's eyes went wide with both terror and excitement. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But she also knew she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. With trembling hands, she reached down and grabbed her daddy's massive cock, her delicate hand barely wrapping around its girth. She stroked him tentatively, her eyes never leaving his.

Marcus groaned in pleasure, his cock jerking in her hand. He hadn't expected her to be so eager, so willing to please. He watched her intently as she touched him, her strokes growing more confident with each passing moment. He knew he had to claim her fully, to show her what it truly meant to be his.

With a grunt, he pushed her hand away and positioned himself at the entrance of her tight, wet pussy. "Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Aymi could only nod, her eyes never leaving his. Marcus took that as his cue and thrust forward, burying his monstrous cock into her with one swift motion. A scream tore from Aymi's throat as she felt herself stretched to the breaking point. It was a mix of pain and pleasure she had never experienced before, and it left her dizzy.

He didn't give her time to adjust, instead, he started to pump in and out, his strokes deep and powerful. Each time he entered her, she felt like she was being split apart, but she couldn't deny the building arousal that accompanied each thrust. Marcus's hips slammed into hers, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room.

Aymi's eyes watered with each penetration, but she didn't dare protest. She had wanted this, had begged for it with her body, and now she was getting exactly what she had asked for. She felt her pussy start to stretch around his massive girth, the pain turning into a dull ache that was quickly overridden by the growing pleasure. Marcus's groans filled the room, his face a mask of pure carnality as he watched his cock disappear into her tight little hole.

"You're so tight, Aymi," he grunted, his eyes never leaving her face. "So perfect for Daddy's big cock."

Aymi's eyes widened as she felt her father's massive cock fill her completely. The pain had subsided into a deep, pulsating ache, and she found herself moving her hips slightly to meet his every thrust. She was lost in the sensation, her body no longer her own. Marcus's hands were everywhere, grabbing her breasts, her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her.

With each stroke, Aymi felt herself getting wetter, her pussy adjusting to the intrusion. She had never been fucked so hard, so thoroughly. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her body a canvas for her father's raw, primal need. He was relentless, his hips driving into her with a force that seemed to shake the very foundation of her being.

Marcus's muscles bulged and flexed with every thrust, his breathing harsh and ragged. The sound of their fucking filled the room, a symphony of passion that drowned out the outside world. Aymi could feel her orgasm building again, her body responding to his dominance in a way she never knew was possible. She moaned and whimpered, her nails digging into the bedspread as she held on for dear life.

"Good girl," Marcus grunted, his voice a mix of praise and possession. "Take it all for Daddy." He gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he picked up the pace. The headboard banged against the wall in time with their frenzied movements, a testament to the power behind each stroke. Aymi's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she felt herself climax again, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Marcus's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing coming in harsh pants. His cock was so deep inside her that she could feel his balls slapping against her ass with each plunge. Aymi's nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he grunted in approval, his cock swelling even more.

"Yes, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a hoarse whisper. The words were foreign on her lips, but they seemed to fuel the beast inside her father. He fucked her harder, his hips a blur of movement as he claimed her over and over again. The pain had morphed into a deep, gnawing pleasure that left her begging for more.

Marcus's eyes bore into hers, watching as the pleasure overtook her. His strokes grew more powerful, his cock driving deeper with every thrust. Aymi's cries grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her submission. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her walls contracting with each pulse of her orgasm. "That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all for Daddy."

Her body was a wet, warm sheath for his cock, and he reveled in the feeling of her tightness surrounding him. He knew he was being rough, but he couldn't help it. The need to claim her was too strong, too primal to be denied. Aymi's eyes fluttered open, meeting his, and he saw the trust and need in her gaze. It was all the encouragement he needed.

With a roar, Marcus slammed into her one final time, burying his cock to the hilt. He could feel his balls tighten, and he knew he was about to cum. He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in, his movements punctuated by Aymi's cries of pleasure. "Take it, baby," he growled, his voice deep and animalistic. "Take Daddy's big cock."

Her eyes were wide with shock and pleasure as she felt the first spurt of his hot cum fill her up. Marcus's cock pulsed with each spurt, filling her to the brim. Aymi's body was a writhing mess of pleasure, her pussy clamping down around him as she felt his seed coat her insides. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she could only moan incoherently as he continued to fuck her through his orgasm.

When he finally pulled out, Aymi felt a strange sense of emptiness. She watched as Marcus's cock glistened with their combined juices, his cum dripping onto the bed. He looked down at her, his eyes still dark with lust, but there was also something else there - something possessive, something that made her stomach flutter. "Mine," he murmured, almost to himself.

Marcus leaned in and kissed her gently, tasting himself on her lips. "Such a pretty good little girl," he murmured against her mouth. Aymi melted into the kiss, feeling cherished and loved in a way she never had before. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to him.

He pulled back and wiped her tears away with the back of his hand. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby," he said, his voice softening. Marcus grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gently wiped the remnants of their passion from her body. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as if he was handling the most fragile and precious thing in the world. Aymi's breath hitched as he cleaned her pussy, his fingers lingering over her swollen clit.

Once she was clean, he pulled her into his arms and held her close. Despite his massive size, he was surprisingly gentle, his strong arms a comforting cocoon around her. He kissed the top of her head, his breath warm and steady. "It's okay," he murmured, "Daddy's got you."

Aymi felt the tension seep out of her body as she snuggled into his embrace. She had never felt so safe, so protected. The guilt and fear were still there, lurking in the shadows of her mind, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the love and tenderness in her father's arms. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, a mix of sweat and cologne that she had always found comforting.

Marcus pulled her closer, his large hand stroking her back in soothing circles. "You're mine," he murmured again, his voice soothing despite the possessive undertone. Aymi nodded, her body responding to his words with a shiver. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the thought of belonging to him in such a carnally intimate way.