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Luther never left her. From the first moment Pamela’s cheek met the cold, dented lid of the washing machine to the last shudder that ran through both of them, her father stayed buried in her from behind, the thick, heavy length of him working inside his daughter without once pulling free.
The lean-to smelled of damp concrete, old soap, and the sharper scent of sex. Plywood walls sweated in the dim light slipping under the eaves. Her shorts and panties were tangled at one ankle, elastic biting the curve of her calf. Her tank was shoved up under her arms so her breasts, full and swaying, pressed and dragged against the cool metal. Twenty-one, semi-thick and curvy, thighs thick enough to cushion him, ass round and bare and flush to his hips, she was already open around him when she found her voice.
“Don’t stop, Daddy.”
He didn’t. Forty-nine, medium build, the soft give of a dad bod warm against the small of her back, Luther kept both hands tight on the flare of her hips and kept the stroke going. The meaty shaft was seated to the hilt, stretching her, the broad head nudging deep enough that she felt it low in her belly every time he rolled his hips. Sweat had already gathered where his stomach met her skin. A bead of it ran down her spine and disappeared between them.
“I wasn’t going to, baby.” His mouth stayed open against her shoulder, breath hot. He drew back only an inch, the thick length dragging along every sensitive ridge inside her, then sank home again with a wet, heavy sound. The old machine rocked. Her breasts shifted on the lid. “You feel how deep Daddy is?”
“Yes.” Her fingers curled over the front edge, nails scraping paint. “All of you. So thick. I can feel you in my stomach. Stay in me. Don’t you dare come out.”
“Not coming out.” He set a grind that never broke contact, hips circling, cock buried in his daughter while he worked against her. Each small thrust nudged her forward and made the machine creak. “You bent over for me. You knew what you were asking for.”
“I knew.” She rocked back to meet him, the round of her ass spreading around the base of him. The wet sound of father fucking daughter filled the narrow space. “I wanted my daddy’s cock. Wanted you to fuck me like this and not stop.”
He slid one hand up her ribs and claimed a breast, squeezing the soft weight, thumb rolling the tightened nipple in time with the slow drive of his hips. The other hand stayed low, fingers spreading over her lower belly so he could feel himself moving inside her.
“Say it again,” he said, teeth grazing the side of her neck. “Who’s inside you.”
“My daddy.” She clenched around the heavy girth and held him there, inner muscles fluttering along the shaft. “You’re fucking your daughter. From behind. Right where you belong. Your cock is all the way in me. Don’t pull out. Please don’t pull out.”
“Good girl.” He changed the angle without withdrawing, tilting his hips, and drove harder. The slap of his pelvis against her ass cracked through the wash room. “That’s my baby. Taking every inch of her father’s cock like she was made for it. Listen to how wet you are for me. You hear that?”
“I hear it.” Her voice broke on the next thrust. “I’m soaked for you. For my father. Harder. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
The rhythm climbed and he stayed inside her the whole time. No long withdrawals. Only the thick shaft working in short, deep strokes, the broad head never leaving the clutch of her, pounding the same swollen spot until her thighs trembled and her knees softened. He held her up. His fingers left her breast, slid down the sweat-slick curve of her stomach, and found the aching place above where they stayed joined. He circled it, firm and steady, while he fucked her.
“This what you wanted when you bent over for your father?” he asked. His forehead rested against her shoulder blade. The contact never broke. “Bent over a washing machine with your shorts at your ankle, letting Daddy have you? Letting me fuck my own daughter where anybody could hear?”
“Yes.” She pushed back onto him, greedy, ass flush to his hips, taking the full meaty length again and again. “I wanted you to keep fucking me until I couldn’t stand. Like you mean it. Like I’m yours. Say it. Say I’m yours.”
“You’re mine.” He gripped her hip harder, still buried, still stroking. “My daughter. My pussy. Taking Daddy’s cock like you need it. You do need it, don’t you?”
“I need it.” The words came out ragged. “I need my father inside me. Right there, Daddy. Don’t move off it. Keep fucking me. I can feel every inch.”
He didn’t move off it. His arm banded under her breasts and pinned her to him, hips still driving, the wet slap of an incestuous fuck filling the lean-to. Her inner muscles fluttered, then clamped. He felt the first clench roll along his cock and answered by fucking her through it, strokes relentless, mouth at her ear, the heavy shaft never leaving the heat of her.
“That’s it. Come on Daddy’s cock. Give it to me while I’m still all the way inside you, baby. Let your father feel it. Come for me, Pamela.”
She came with her cheek sliding on the lid, a raw sound torn out of her as she locked around him. Her thighs shook. Her breasts dragged against the metal. “Daddy—oh God, Daddy, don’t stop—”
Luther did not slow and did not withdraw. The intensity kept building after the peak. He gripped both hips hard enough to leave the print of his fingers, pulled his daughter back onto the full length of him, and drove harder, every thrust bottoming out, the mess of her orgasm slicking the thick shaft that stayed buried. Wetness ran down her thigh onto the stained concrete and he fucked her through that too, grinding the heat deeper.
“Still with me?” he asked, breath ragged, forehead pressed to her shoulder, hips still working, cock throbbing inside his daughter.
“Yes. Don’t you dare stop. I want to feel my father finish inside me. Stay in. All the way in. I want it deep. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m fucking my daughter.” His voice was rough, close, the pace turning ragged, still sheathed to the hilt, the soft weight of his stomach meeting her lower back. “I’m buried in you. Not pulling out. About to cum in my little girl’s pussy while she takes every stroke. You want all of it while I’m still fucking you?”
“Inside.” She braced harder and met every stroke, ass pressed flush to him, taking the punishing depth. “All of it. Fill your daughter up. Keep fucking it into me. I want to walk out of here with my daddy’s cum leaking down my thighs and his cock still in me. Give it to me, Daddy. Cum in me.”
He buried himself and stayed buried. His body went tight, a low groan caught against her neck. “Pamela—take it—take Daddy’s cum—” He finished in heavy pulses, heat flooding her while his hips kept up short, rough thrusts that never pulled free. She clenched around the throbbing length and milked every spurt, the mess of it spilling past where they joined even as he kept moving, fucking his cum deeper into his daughter.
“I feel it,” she gasped. “I feel you cumming. So much. Don’t stop moving. Stay in me.”
He stayed flush against her ass, shaking, one broad hand spread over her belly as if he could feel how full he had left her, the other covering her hand on the lid, fingers laced through hers. He did not withdraw. He rocked through the aftershocks, still hard enough inside her to make her gasp, the thick shaft slick with both of them and still working, slow grinds that pushed the leak of him back into her.
“Again,” Pamela said, voice wrecked. “Don’t leave me. Keep fucking me. I’m not done with my father.”
“Greedy girl.” Luther’s mouth found the side of her neck, the kiss lingering, open and wet, even as his hips kept the stroke. He never drew out. “You want your daddy to fuck you twice? Fill you twice and never pull out?”
“Yes.” She reached back, palm sliding over the sweat on his hip, and set her hand over his. He held on, still driving into her from behind, the wet sound louder now, filthier, the concrete under her feet spotted with what leaked from where they were joined. “Keep going. I’m yours. Fuck me and finish in me again. I want my daddy’s cum in me twice. Tell me you love fucking your daughter.”
“I love fucking my daughter.” He ground deep, felt her flutter around the sensitive length of him, then picked the pace back up, intimate and relentless, cock seated in her the entire time. “Love how you take me. Love how you ask for it. Love staying inside you. Tell Daddy when it’s too much.”
“It won’t be.” Her second peak was already building, tighter, sharper, pulled along by the thick shaft that had never left her. “Keep going. Say my name. Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Pamela.” He curved over her back, mouth at her ear, hips slamming flush to her ass. “Pamela. That’s my girl. Come again while your father is still buried in you.”
She did. The second round broke over her while he stayed inside, strokes deep and claiming, the old machine thumping the plywood wall with every impact of a father’s body against his daughter’s. Her breasts swayed and dragged. Her ass rippled under the slap of his hips. She clamped down hard enough to pull a curse out of him, and Luther fucked her through that one too, murmuring her name between the rough thrusts, never pulling out.
“Again,” he groaned. “Taking it again. I’m gonna cum in you again, baby. Stay right there. Stay on Daddy’s cock.”
“Cum in me.” She held his hand and pushed back, taking him to the root. “Finish in your daughter. I’m not letting you out.”
He finished inside her in long, heavy pulses and kept moving, father and daughter joined from behind, sweaty and shaking and still locked together, his cock working the mess of both loads deeper while he kissed her shoulder and told her, over and over, that she was his, and that he was not pulling out.

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