Daddy's Little Helper

Dustin Gammage was a typical American man. He had a mid-level career he didn't really enjoy with very little prospect of any further advancement. He went to church on all major churchly holidays, while his wife dutifully went every Sunday. He had given his wife a child, even though he never really wanted children. He didn't have the time to put into working out or his old hobbies anymore, and when he did have time, he just couldn't find the energy. He was married to his wife for thirty years now, even though the sex had dried up over the past ten. He never cheated or brought up divorce because he felt that would hurt their daughter, Bailey. In fact, most of how his life had turned out was because it was what he was supposed to do.

Dustin also wasn't as attractive as he'd been in his younger years, which made the prospect of cheating that much more difficult without paying for it. All the drinking, the aging, and the less amount of time focused on fitness had led him to put on some weight. More than some, really. His belly usually hung over the front of whatever pants he wore, and his chin had found a friend in a second one. His hair had also begun to recede, making his widow's peak quite prominent. More often than not, his eyes appeared baggy and tired; the drinking keeping him from getting proper rest, his life keeping him from getting proper peace. The only part of him that didn't seem to be as old and tired as the rest of him was his larger-than-average dick. Sure, some of the hairs around the base and his balls had begun to grey, but he seemed to get it up just fine whenever he found himself with alone time.

He couldn't figure out when exactly he stopped even considering what he might want in life, or even just on any given day. It had only really begun to bother him recently. He had been drinking in his recliner one evening watching a movie his wife had picked out. Jordan, his wife, and Bailey, his daughter, had been sitting on the couch in their pajamas. His eyes had noticed his daughter's nipples poking through the fabric of her tank top, and he suddenly found her far more fascinating to watch than the movie. His dick, which hadn't gotten any action outside of his own hands, suddenly began to stir. It wasn't the fact that he could get hard that startled him, but more the reason why it was suddenly growing.

There was a moment where he tried to talk himself down from these thoughts he was having. Then, after another full sip of his bourbon, he decided looking wasn't bothering anyone. Bailey had stretched her arms up before rolling her shoulders back, just loosening her muscles he presumed after an hour of sitting in the same position. He didn't care about the reasoning. It took all of his willpower to not start rubbing himself through his sweatpants, as he watched his daughter stretch. He thought about grabbing a blanket or pillow, but he really didn't want his wife to catch him. However, if Bailey caught him, he knew it wouldn't be so bad. It was that thought that had begun to snowball into more thoughts, more staring, more fantasizing and eventually the formulating of a plan.

Bailey had been blessed with all the most beautiful traits from both sides of the family; however, God apparently forgot a few parts of her brain in her creation. Technically, there wasn't anything mentally wrong with her. Dustin often found himself wondering if it was him, raising her to be so trusting, so naive, so gullible. It partnered with his wife's rule of no dating in high school. Dustin couldn't agree more. He didn't want any hormones with a face taking advantage of his only daughter. Although, lately, that's exactly what he wanted to do.

His porn searches had also changed. He didn't want to watch just any sloppy blowjobs, he wanted to watch daughters sucking their Daddys. As he fisted his length to these videos, he imagined what his Bailey would look like choking on his significant length. As soon as he pictured those bright blue eyes staring up at him with her mouth full of his dick, he knew he had to have it. Suddenly, he found that he wasn't masturbating just once a day to these fantasies anymore. It was like the fantasy of having Bailey was its own kind of viagra. And every masturbatory session just fueled that desire further into needing to make it real.

Since his wife was so strictly religious, she had insisted that Bailey not participate in the sexual education classes at school. There had been a bit of an argument between him and Jordan on the matter, but he was suddenly finding himself happy that Jordan won that argument. Bailey was virtually ignorant on all things sexual as well as anatomy.

Dustin decided it was time to start putting his plan into action. He wanted physical contact with her, beyond just their hugs and cheek kisses. But, he also didn't want Bailey confiding in her mother about their activities. He also didn't want Jordan getting suspicious about the time spent together.

"I have something on my mind," Dustin announced at the breakfast table one Saturday morning. Bailey and Jordan both looked up from their coffee and French toast.

"What is it, dear?" Jordan asked, although still seemingly uninterested. Most of Dustin's ideas had been shot down over the years, but he was certain Jordan would be on board with this one.

"I want Bailey to start helping me with some of the things I do around the house and for work," Dustin said, keeping eye contact with Jordan, although he desperately wanted to look at Bailey. "She's an adult now and needs to start learning some things that will help her in the real world." Jordan took a sip of her coffee as she mulled over his idea.

"Oh, that sounds like a fun idea, Daddy," Bailey squeaked, resting her fork on the side of her plate. "Like Daddy-daughter bonding but, like, helpful kind!" Dustin smiled warmly at his bubbly daughter, giving her a nod.

"That's actually not a bad idea, Dustin," Jordan offered with a bit of condescending surprise. "Maybe if she can learn a few useful skills, she might be inspired to do more than whatever nonsense she does on her phone all day." Bailey's face fell at her mother's remark. This was a sore subject between them, as Bailey really wanted to be an influencer. Not that Dustin even really understood what that meant either.

"Mom," Bailey whined, dragging the word out for pouty emphasis. "I told you. It's what people do for jobs now." Dustin cleared his throat before Jordan could retort.

"Why don't you help me with some of my chores and work, and in exchange, I'll learn about being an influencer, so I can help you figure out if that's really what you want to do." He gave Jordan a stern look, but she just snorted and stayed quiet.

"Oh Daddy, you would really do that?" Dustin turned his gaze back to his daughter. He couldn't figure out how his wife allowed the clothes that Bailey often wore. They weren't slutty exactly, just a lot of tight tops and short skirts. Maybe because there was still a modicum of modesty to them, Jordan didn't mind. Or maybe Jordan hoped a boy at church would take enough interest to marry her and get her out of here. Dustin wasn't ready for that to happen though.

"Of course, baby girl," he answered lovingly as he reached out to pat her hand. "And, we are going to start today. The shelves for the garage need to be built, and that's a skill anyone should learn."

"Wow, if I had known this would mean you'd do some things you promised to do ages ago, I would have suggested this myself," Jordan quipped as she dug back into her breakfast. The comment stung a little. Dustin had let a few things fall by the wayside, but he generally did a lot for this family. He bit his tongue, not wanting to start a fight. She could make any comments she wanted. He was about to start doing what he wanted as well.

"Well, we'll leave you to clean up the kitchen, honey," Dustin murmured as he got up from the table. He leaned over to kiss his wife on the temple, to which she just patted his cheek without looking up at him.

Dustin grabbed Bailey's hand to help her up, and they went to the garage. He knew he could wait to take advantage of his daughter until his wife was out, but something about the risk of her being close by made everything that much hotter. Their garage had both vehicles parked in it, boxes against the front and further wall, his workbench against the closer wall, and a set of shelves sitting out of their boxes. He really didn't need Bailey's help with this, but he pictured a few ways he could test and push and have his fun.

"Help me carry these over there," he told her as he picked up some of the material and maneuvered around the cars. Bailey did as instructed, following his path with her arms full, but struggling with her boobs getting in the way. Dustin watched as they bounced in her tight little t-shirt, making the bunnies on either tit appear to be hopping. They made this trip a few more times, Dustin purposely carrying smaller loads so he could watch Bailey's tits as she struggled.

"Whew, moving those was harder than I thought," Bailey exclaimed as she set down the last of the materials. Dustin chuckled to himself.

"This kind of job is usually just reserved for the men, baby girl," Dustin began explaining. "I only want you learning in case I need your help, or if you don't ever find a man like your Daddy." Using the word Daddy with his daughter, ever since he started watching more of his new favorite genre of porn, already had his cock inflating in his jeans.

"I refuse to get married to a man if they aren't as good as you, Daddy," Bailey huffed, tossing her blonde ponytail over her shoulder.

"That's my girl," Dustin smirked at her before looking down at the pile. "Okay, next step is organizing this pile. Now, it's important, as a woman, that you only bend at the waist to pick up and move things. We don't want you hurting your back," he explained, giving her the wrong advice just so he could watch her bend.

"Okay Daddy! You are so sweet, always telling me how to take care of myself," she beamed at him. He told her how to organize the pieces while he got the right tools ready. He really only needed his screwdriver, which he grabbed from his workbench. When he returned, his daughter's panty-covered ass came into view, her short skirt unable to hide it in this position. He rubbed himself over his jeans a few times as he watched her sort everything, her perfect heart-shaped ass bouncing and jiggling as she moved.

For the next half hour, Dustin began to build the shelves. He had Bailey hold things in place, hand him a screw, stand in unnecessary poses while she assisted. All the while, Bailey kept up a great attitude, loving the bonding time she was getting with her Daddy. She never seemed to notice him ogling her chest, or the occasional hand brushing against her tits when he grabbed something from her. He left the screws to be tightened last, needing that for his next course of action.

"Alright baby girl, all we have to do now is make sure it doesn't fall apart," he joked, to which she giggled. "I'm going to work on tightening the screws, and you need to work on getting Daddy's all-purpose goo out." Bailey blinked up at him in confusion.

"Daddy's all-purpose goo?" She repeated curiously.

"Of course! Every man has a special all-purpose tool called a cock. Sometimes, that cock can make an all-purpose goo called cum. Men need this tool for all kinds of things, as you'll learn as I teach you lots of jobs. Today, we need the all-purpose goo, or cum, to make sure the shelves stay secure when I'm done tightening the screws."

"Oh! I had no idea about a man's tool, Daddy," Bailey gasped almost embarrassingly. "Is it on your workbench?"

"Oh no, baby girl. Because men need these tools for so many different jobs, they always have it on them," he explained, trying not to sound too excited. "You'll have to get it out and suck on it to get the cum out. It can take a while, so don't be discouraged." Bailey nodded along even though she was still a little confused. "Now, this can get messy, and I don't want you ruining your cute little bunny tee," he booped both bunnies before caressing them, really just caressing her breasts. She just giggled at his antics, not realizing she shouldn't be letting him touch her that way.

"But Daddy, then I'll almost be naked," she half-whispered as if anyone else was around to hear her. Dustin just chuckled.

"I'm your Daddy. I've seen you naked loads of times. I'm the only man allowed to do so. It's okay when it's just us," he attempted to sound so casual about it, while inside he was running out of patience to see her topless.

"Hmm, I guess that makes sense, Daddy," Bailey concluded with a tap on her chin. And then, without further preamble, she tugged the bottom of her tight tee up and over her head.

For Dustin, the world seemed to suddenly be in slow motion. He watched her boobs catch on the tight fabric, pulling them up with the shirt, before releasing with a heavy bounce. He was entranced as he watched the movements slow, still having a bit of a jiggle as she removed her shirt entirely. Her bra was white cotton with small pink flowers dotting it, keeping him from seeing his daughter's perky teen tits in all their glory. She laid her shirt on one of the boxes then turned her attention back to her father who was openly staring now.

"Is something the matter, Daddy?" she asked with an adorable tilt of her head. Bailey didn't seem to understand the affect her body had over men. Dustin cleared his throat, but didn't take his eyes off his daughter's ample chest.

"Well, I didn't realize what a pretty bra you were wearing," he began, clearing his throat again in the process. "You don't want that getting ruined either, do you?" He asked as he reached out to touch the material. Bailey let out a small gasp at the touch, but Dustin didn't bat an eye. "Hmm, yes, this material would stain permanently for sure if you left it on," he murmured quietly.

"Oh no, I don't want it to stain," Bailey half whined with an exaggerated pout. She reached back to unclasp the hook and let the straps slide off her shoulders. Her bra now on top of her shirt on the box, and her perfect tits on full display for her pervert father.

"Wow, baby girl, I didn't realize how big these have gotten," he lied as he held one in each hand. "You are so lucky to have tits of this size, they really are going to help with some of the jobs you're going to learn." Dustin's erection began to strain his already tight jeans, and he knew it was time to move things along just a little.

"Really Daddy? I had no idea they could be so helpful," Bailey chimed as she peered down at her boobs getting rubbed and played with by her father. She assumed all this feeling was to see how well they would be for these special jobs she could do.

"Don't you worry, babygirl. Daddy is going to teach you so many new useful skills," his voice gruff sounding as his thumbs brushed back and forth across her pebbled pink nipples. "Like right now," he announced as he took his hands off her. "You have to kneel down in front of me, open up my pants and pull out my special tool. Do you remember what it's called?" He asked as he watched his daughter kneel down in front of him. His fantasies were finally about to come true.

"Cum?" She asked as she undid his belt with clumsy, inexperienced hands, his belly in the way of her work.

"Close, that's what the tool makes," he reminded her with a pet on her head. "The tool is called a cock. I'm sure you'll remember next time," he said condescendingly down to her, which she mistook as a very loving tone.

"Cock," she repeated while working his button open, wanting to remember it the next time he asked. "And your cock makes cum," she reiterated as her fingers slid his fly open.

"That's right. You've always been so smart where it counts," Dustin mocked, making his tone sound as sincere as he could. Her face lit up at his back-handed compliment.

"Oh, thank you Daddy! No one has ever called me smart before," her face scrunched up in thought as she really tried to remember if it was true.

"That's because you are a certain kind of smart," he winked down at her. "And I'll explain what that means another time. For now, you have to reach in, find that long, thick tool, and carefully pull it out." Her hands reached into the flap of his underwear, immediately finding his cock, and worked to pull it out. She tugged on it a couple of times when it wouldn't come all the way out, making Dustin groan.

"Daddy, it's like stuck or something," she pouted in frustration with her hand still wrapped as far around it as it could go. Despite everything else in life, Dustin was at least well-endowed.

"Oh, it never leaves me, baby girl," he explained huskily. "It's too important. Now, you have to get it nice and wet first. It sounds silly, but the easiest way is to lick it all over, spit on it, and rub the spit in. On the bright side, good girls always find the taste of cock really good," his grin evil as he gazed down at his daughter.

"It does sound silly," she giggled, still holding his length in both hands. "I can do that though Daddy. And, I've always been a good girl, so I bet I'll think your cock is delicious," she exclaimed before reaching out her tiny pink tongue to give his fat head a couple of test licks. She pulled away, looking quizzically at his cock.

"Is something the matter, baby girl? Is this job too hard for you?" He asked in a patronizing tone that went right over her head.

"No, Daddy. It's not too hard. I just," she bit her lip as she thought about how to explain. "I didn't know how cock was going to taste."

"Do you not like the taste of my cock?" Dustin asked in his most hurt and disappointed tone he could muster. Bailey's eyes widened in shock, believing she really did hurt his feelings.

"Of course I do, Daddy!" She squealed. "I was just surprised, is all," she said very quickly before licking his shaft from base to tip. Dustin groaned out, feeling like he was finally getting everything he ever wanted. "Was that okay Daddy? Did I hurt your tool?" Bailey asked in concern, mistaking his sound for one of discomfort.

"No, no, you didn't hurt it. The tool, my cock, it's a part of me. So, I can feel it. Sorry, baby, it just feels really good to me when my tool gets to work on a job," he explained in a way that would continue to sell the whole charade. "You just keep on working on getting it nice and wet the way I told you. I'm going to tighten these screws. When you think you got it wet enough, let me know, and I'll guide you through the next part," he instructed her.

She nodded as she continued to lick his monstrous cock. Slathering it in her saliva as she daintily spit on him and rubbed it in. Dustin tightened all the screws as swiftly as possible, knowing that was all that was actually left to be done. He had to pause and grip the shelves now and then when Bailey's tongue would massage him in the best way. When he was tightening the final screw, Bailey called up to him.

"I think I got it all wet, Daddy," she exclaimed proudly, examining all her hard work. He patted her on the head, a degrading move to someone who knew better.

"Yes you did," he spoke as if speaking to a pet. "Now, it's time for you to suck on it to get all the cum out," he reminded her. "This is a very difficult job, Bailey. A lot of women can't do it or simply refuse because it's too hard. There's only a few special girls who have mouths that are slutty enough," his explanation worded in a way to make her want to be slutty. Bailey straightened her posture making her boobs sway, her face became more serious, and she stared up at her Daddy.

"I can do it, Daddy. Just watch, my mouth is going to be, like, so slutty," she huffed out confidently. Dustin's dick twitched at her words as his lips curved into an evil smile.