Daddy’s Lil Whore by cutiesdaddy

Daddy’s Lil Whore by cutiesdaddy

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Jake walked into his home and set his briefcase next to the small foyer table. The mail he had anticipated retrieving from the box at the end of the driveway was strewn across the oak surface. An envelope teetered on the edge and fell to the floor as he shut the heavy door. He picked up the electric bill, placed it on the pile, and shuffled all the correspondence into a neat stack.

The house felt warm. It was mid-August and the AC should have been blasting since outside temps were nearing 100 on the “feels like” scale. But there was no sound of air rushing from the floor register just past the entrance way.

“That’s not good,” he thought.

He loosened his tie and undid his collar button.

He approached the thermostat down the short hallway. To his relief (but also his dismay) the cooling unit had been turned off. He had told his daughter to never touch the device. He reached up and flipped the control back to “auto”.

“Autumn,” he called from the foot of the stairs while making his way into the kitchen. “What’s it going to take for her to quit messing with that,” Jake thought.

His daughter was a good girl. If this is the worst thing she ever did he would be grateful.

Autumn was polite to everyone she met and was respectful to him. Jake never had to discipline her, but he fantasized about it often.

She attended church even though he was an atheist. Autumn’s mother had always taken her to mass, confession, and all the church activities. When she passed away two years ago Autumn continued to go. It helped her work through the emotional trauma.

She did well in school. Her report card had a couple hiccups but she managed a full scholarship to the state university. She was leaving next week to start her first semester.

Jake continued down the hall and entered the kitchen. He opened the fridge door. The cold air hit him as he reached for an O’Doul’s. Just then the AC kicked back on. He twisted off the top, put the bottle on the counter, and reached for a pint glass from the cabinet. He had plenty of them. Before his wife was killed by a drunk driver Jake loved to imbibe. It was not uncommon for him to down a few each weekday after work. And on weekends during the summer he would easily drink a half dozen while circling around the large yard on the riding mower. But that all changed when the five-time convicted DUI driver crossed the double line and crashed head on into his wife’s car as she was returning home from work.

Jake still loved the taste but not the feeling. Alcohol no longer worked for him. He stopped cold turkey.

He placed the glass on the counter and began to pour his less than flavorful faux beer. Outside the window the sun was creeping down toward the horizon. As the final drop of libation fell into the glass his phone rang.

“Hey buddy. What’s up?”

Jake listened intently as one of his sales guys ran through a problem caused by one of his company’s customer service representatives.

“Daddy!” Autumn yelled as she rushed into the kitchen.

Without turning, Jake held up his phone and then placed it back to his ear.

“Oh, sorry,” she said quietly.

Jake still stood facing the window and occasionally nodded his head. Finally, he said, “Yes sir. Not a problem. I’ll get with Tom on Monday and we’ll address the situation. Thanks for keeping me in the loop. Have a great weekend buddy.”

Jake picked up his glass, lifted it to his mouth, and turned to face his daughter.

“Daddy, it’s like a meat locker in here,” Autumn exclaimed.

The small points showing through the loose T-shirt she was wearing verified her statement.

Autumn was a mini-me of her mother. She was just over five feet tall with curly auburn hair, pale skin, shapely hips, a narrow waist, perky breasts, and green eyes with hazel/gold streaks that would turn any man into a bumbling school boy.

“It feels more like Death Valley at high Noon to me,” Jake responded.

“Daddy,” she protested. “Feel my feet! They’re like blocks of ice!”

She hopped up backward onto the island counter and stuck her foot in Jake’s free hand. O’Doul’s sloshed from his glass and onto the tiled floor. Jake looked at her with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, gosh, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

Autumn scooted off the counter and reached around Jake to grab some paper towels.

She squatted to the floor and began to sop up the liquid. She was only wearing the T-shirt – nothing underneath. As she wiped the tile Jake caught a glimpse of her bare snatch.

“Oh, man…..I did NOT need to see that,” he thought as his cock stirred in his casual pants. He was trying to leave the kitchen but Autumn was blocking the exit. So, he turned to look back out the window but not before his daughter spied the emerging erection.

She popped back up and gave Jake a peck on his bearded cheek. “Sorry about your beer Daddy. And before you scold me, I promise not to mess with the thermothingy again.” Autumn turned to leave the kitchen. As she walked out she stretched her arms above her head and asked, “What’s that set to anyway?”

Jaked turned in time to see his daughter exit. Her firm round ass peaked from under her T-shirt.

Jake murmured “69” while reaching for his still expanding cock.

A COLD SHOWER

Jake sipped his beer as he traversed the stairs. His prick was softening by the time he walked past Autumn’s closed bedroom door. It sounded like she was on the phone. “Yes,” she giggled.

“Yes,” she exclaimed. “Yeah, do that!” He walked down the hall to his bedroom, put his beer on the nightstand coaster, and began to undress for his shower. Then he remembered there wasn’t anything but frozen pizza in the house. He didn’t want to start the oven since the residence was already so warm. Bare chested, he walked back down the hall to Autumn’s bedroom. He knocked lightly. She didn’t answer. He knocked a little harder. Still no answer. He could hear her talking though, “Yes! That’s right! Yeah!”

Jake knocked louder and called out “Autumn!? You wanna go grab a bite after I shower?!?”

“Yeah! I never would have thought that was possible! Keep going girl!”

Jake cracked open the door. Autumn was on her bed with her back to her father. Her iPad was in one hand with a porno on the screen. Her T-shirt was hiked above her sensuous hip with a leg propped up, bent at the knee, toes planted into the mattress, and the other hand was fingering her swollen pussy. On the device a pretty teen girl was deep throating a huge cock. The guy held the young lady’s pigtails and rammed her throat as she drooled from the corners of her mouth. He pulled out and then shoved his massive member down her throat again.

“Go, girl!”. Autumn squealed as the cock disappeared into the vixen’s face. On the screen Jake could see the actress gag and cough. However, there was no sound. Autumn was wearing her earbuds. She smacked at her clit in rapid succession as the actress swallowed the cock over and over. The man released the girl from his grip and Jake could see she was speaking. Then he heard Autumn moan and say “That’s right, Daddy You cum down your little girl’s throat!”. As she watched the girl take the prick down her gullet and swallow the massive load she shuddered with her own orgasm. Autumn threw her head back and shivered. The waves began to subside. She leaned forward and looked at herself in the mirror. In the reflection she could see her Daddy behind her.

Quickly, Jake shut the door, went to his bathroom, and turned on nothing but cold water for his shower.

He soaped his body and hoped the frigid stream would quell his rock hard penis. But it did not. He stepped from the cascade and lathered his engorged member. It only took seconds for him to cum. A strong blast of spunk hit the shower floor. Then a second, even stronger, blast erupted. He continued to pound his swollen meat. The sound of his daughter’s sweet voice saying “Cum down your little girl’s throat” played over and over in his head. Another shot to the shower floor. Then another. Just as he was squeezing another blast he heard Autumn’s voice call out. “Daddy?! I’m hungry. I think I’m going to make a pizza.”

She walked to the open bathroom doorway and could see him in the shower. The beads of water on the glass enclosure obscured his form, but she could make out the silhouette. His profile was chiselled. His firm ass looked clenched and his hand was around his cock. She gasped silently.

“Hold off on that Cutie! Let’s go grab one at Dante’s. The house is already too hot.” Jake was unaware she was standing in the lavatory entrance.

The response made Autumn smile. She loved when Daddy called her Cutie. That and knowing he had watched her masturbate, along with the image of him jerking off, made her crotch tingle.

DINNER

Jake came downstairs in cargo shorts and one of his many T-shirts. This one was a band shirt. The group’s name was on the front and the back had all the tour dates. Autumn really wanted to go to the show where the garment was acquired. She was adamant about not going to school so she could devote her day to getting tickets. It was going to be difficult. So he let her play hookie. She was elated when she managed to score nosebleed seats. She was surprised when Jake gave her VIP tickets with backstage passes a few days before the show. Upon opening the envelop she squealed and grabbed him by the waist. It was the first time he became erect due to her embrace. She hugged him tightly and he began to swell. Autumn noticed the bulge, wrapped her arms under his shoulders and around his back, pulled him closer, and gently gyrated against his pelvis. By the time she let go he had to drape his sport coat over his arm to cover the billowing in his pants.

Autumn came skipping down the stairs in the same T-shirt as before. But now she was wearing tight black volleyball shorts and flip flips. However, she had failed to throw on a bra. Her nipples were now even more firm given the house was cooling back down. They jutted under the fabric and Jake had to consciously look at her face. But that was difficult as well. Autumn had braided her hair into pigtails like the teen girl he spied earlier on her tablet