Daddy's Little Helper Pt. 02

Dustin Gammage's life was suddenly far more exciting than it had ever been. After realizing he lusted after his own air-headed daughter, he decided to act on it. Due to his daughter's lack of worldly knowledge, thanks - in part - to his wife, and Bailey's overly-trusting nature, Dustin believed the best (and, quite frankly, most fun) way to have his daughter was to trick her. The tricks had been carried out seamlessly thus far; Bailey barely questioned his explanations. He was already able to get further along with her sooner than he imagined.

It wasn't enough, of course. Now that he had had a taste, Dustin wanted more. He wanted a free use slut to use whenever and however he desired. He didn't even care if she ended up pregnant along the way. The fact that everything had transpired with his wife under the same roof, utterly unaware, made the entire thing more thrilling for him. He began wondering if he could do more with higher risks, and began planning. He decided Bailey needed a little more training and breaking-in first.

On Sunday morning, the day after he first used his daughter, Jordan and Bailey had just gotten home from church. Dustin was excited as he had opted to stay home from church, which was normal, and make breakfast, which was less normal. He'd been wanting to get back to doing more in the kitchen though to make sure he was feeding his daughter his cum more regularly. This morning, he made pancakes with a side of fruit and bacon. He'd just barely managed to cover Bailey's breakfast in his warm, thick jism when he heard them come home.

"Breakfast's ready," he called out, stuffing his dick back into his threadbare sweatpants. He placed everyone's plates on the table just as Jordan and Bailey entered their dining area.

"I can't remember the last time you made breakfast," Jordan said, sounding a bit surprised. He pulled his wife's chair out for her, then his daughter's. He took his seat at the head of the table, grinning at them both.

"Getting a lot done yesterday really inspired me to do more to help out around here. I work from home and don't go to church, so helping out with some meals should really be something I contribute more," he explained to his wife, attempting to sound contrite to abate any suspicion.

"Well, Dustin, that's actually really sweet of you," although her tone sounded less than grateful. "I wish you had thought to be so generous with your time sooner." With comments like that, Dustin felt any guilt that he had had suddenly dissipate.

"Dig in before it gets cold," he encouraged, purposely choosing to not engage with his wife's little snipes at him. He tilted his head as if to look down at his own plate, but watched Bailey take her first gooey bite. Watching her lick his cum off her perfectly pink lips made his dick twitch. When she glanced over at him, he held a single finger to his lips, reminding her of their secret.

"Breakfast is, like, super yummy, Daddy," Bailey complimented with a conspiratorial smile. Not that she understood the extent of the conspiracy. She believed her Daddy was helping her start her new cum diet, meant for the best little helpers, or sluts. Mentally, Dustin was patting himself on the back for all the lies he managed to create.

"It is nice," Jordan agreed, albeit with less enthusiasm than her daughter. She didn't seem to notice the thick white cream that was only on her daughter's food.

"I'm glad you both like it," Dustin replied as he continued his own breakfast, constantly peeking over at Bailey to watch his cream disappear into her mouth. He made sure to watch every bite, turning him on more and more, especially when she let out little sounds of pleasure. When most of breakfast was gone, Dustin's boner had returned at almost full force. If he could get away with this every day at most meal times, Bailey would be walking around with his spunk in her stomach all the time.

"I have my book club this afternoon," Jordan reminded her husband. "If you could do the yardwork before I'm back, it would be greatly appreciated." He knew what that meant. Do the yardwork, appreciation probably won't actually be given.

"What do you say, baby girl?" He turned his attention to Bailey, who hadn't left a single drop of cum on her plate. "Want your old man to teach you some more today?" Bailey's face lit up.

"Oh, yes Daddy! Let me go change out of my church clothes," she squealed happily. Dustin watched her tits and ass bounce with her excited movements. He couldn't wait to get his hands back on both of those today. As he sat there, mentally praising himself, Jordan got up and began to clear the table.

"Maybe she'll make a good housewife after all," she joked to her husband. "Learning how to do things around the house. I never thought I'd see the day where she'd actually be excited by it." It was all Dustin could do to keep a straight face.

"She's learning really well. I hope you don't marry her off too soon," he said humorously, but truly began to wonder if he could give her up. He never liked the idea of having to let her go, but now... just when he started taking the things he wanted, he didn't think he could.

"The sooner the better, Dustin. That girl has one thing going for her, and that one thing will fade. We don't want her at home forever." Even though it was Jordan who wanted a child all those years ago, he couldn't remember the last time she was happy that they did. Meanwhile, he was over the moon about it.

"We'll see, honey. Let's just try not to push her too hard on it. We don't want her ending up with the wrong man simply from unnecessary pressure." She scoffed, but he ignored it. He kissed Jordan's temple and went off to change clothes as well. As he passed by Bailey's room, he stopped to knock on her door.

"Oh, hi Daddy!" She greeted him in her tiny bikini with her jean cut-off shorts in hand. "I'm almost ready." Dustin licked his lips as he took in the view of his little girl - barely covered - in front of him.

"I'm just going to go change too," he said to her tits rather than her face. "But, I wanted to make sure we get you nice and covered in sunscreen first." Summer had ended, the forecast was mostly cloudy, sunscreen wasn't really necessary, but he knew she wouldn't know that.

"Oh, I didn't realize I needed any," Bailey replied as she did a quick glance around the room for a bottle. "I think I used up my last bottle a couple weeks ago."

"Don't worry, baby girl. This is something Daddy's tool can do. All that goo, that yummy cum you gobbled up, it can be sunscreen too," he lied as he stepped further into her room. "I just need you to start getting the cum out, and then, when it's ready, I'll cover you." Bailey got down on her knees in front of her Daddy, remembering how it was she was meant to help get his cum out. He pulled down the front of his sweatpants, opting for no underwear this morning, so his cock sprung free thwacking Bailey on the face. When Bailey giggled, Dustin decided to tap and slap his erection on her face a few more times.

"Open up, baby girl," Dustin commanded sweetly, as he lifted his cock off her face. Bailey obliged, tilting her head back slightly and opening her mouth eagerly. Dustin lowered his ball sack into her mouth and said, "Suck on these first. It helps to better prepare the yummy cum." He stroked himself over her face as she dutifully sucked and slobbered on his balls, something he hadn't ever experienced before, only ever watched in porn. He was always curious, but his wife only believed in sex that would create a child. So, oral was out. So was most of the fun since it was so... dutiful.

The feeling was indescribable. He wondered if he could cum from just this feeling. He stroked himself with more fervor, barely able to see his daughter's face as both his stomach and shaft blocked most of the view. Something about her disappearing under him while her tongue massaged his balls awakened this dominant side in him. He lifted his sack out of her mouth and rested it on her face. He lifted it again, and lowered it on a different part of her face. He kept this up, occasionally lowering himself back into her mouth to get them nice and slobbery again. Teabagging his baby girl felt so naughty, so degrading, so fucking hot. His fist moved with more force and speed and he could feel himself moving ever closer to the edge. He didn't even need her to suck him off to get there.

"Close your eyes, slut," he gritted out as he reluctantly pulled his balls from her mouth. He took a step back, pointing himself at her kneeling form. "Here it comes," He growled out just as the first rope of spunk shot out, landing haphazardly across her chin, chest and shoulder. He continued to milk himself to cover as much of Bailey as possible. He grunted as the last shots landed on her thighs. She looked like a happy little pornstar kneeling there covered in her Daddy's splooge. "Make sure you rub all that in," he panted out as he wiped a couple of dribbles on her cheek. "I'm going to change."

Dustin couldn't stop thinking about how much his daughter had actually looked better than any pornstar he'd come across. Bailey had all the natural attributes that they injected into their bodies. Plus, knowing that they weren't real fathers and daughters, and the girls overly acted, it started taking away from the appeal. But, if he started recording some of the acts he and Bailey were doing, then maybe he could make a small profit. He needed to be careful, as he still didn't want Bailey figuring out what they were really doing.

He thought this over as he made his way back downstairs, wearing his old gym shorts and a stained white t-shirt. His eyes locked on his daughter leaning over the kitchen counter as she talked to her mom. Her perfect ass was swaying back and forth, the bottom of her cheeks hanging out the bottom of her shorts. She had thrown a loose white crop top over her bikini top, but even her underboob was hanging out the bottom. A wicked idea came to Dustin as he breezed into the kitchen. His wife was still cleaning up the mess he'd left from breakfast, and pressing their daughter about what her future held.

Bailey wasn't getting into college. It was a fact that none of them felt needed confirming by a bunch of rejection letters. Honestly, Dustin was fully expecting that Bailey would have to repeat her senior year. She had only been held back once, so she was already eighteen going into her senior year. A part of Dustin just wanted to keep her at home and "home school" for her final year. Another part of him wondered if allowing her to use some lessons she was learning at home somewhere else would be beneficial.

"Sorry about the mess," Dustin apologized insincerely as he stepped up right behind his daughter. Her skin glistened in certain spots with his dried cum, and he felt himself swell. Never had he ever had so many erections in a day until he started using his baby girl.

"It's fine," Jordan huffed, clearly not meaning it. She was scrubbing the griddle, not even glancing at her husband. He took the opportunity to grip his daughter's hips and grind himself against her rear. She glanced over her shoulder, but he held a finger up to his lips and motioned for her to turn around. His fingers dug into her hips, marveling at how perfect her body was.

"Was there anything in particular you wanted us to focus on in the yard today?" Dustin asked his wife as he ground himself against Bailey's ass. Openly using his daughter, even through their clothes, right in front of his wife, was giving him a thrill. When his wife began to turn her head, he dropped his hands and stopped his movements. He didn't move back though, keeping her magnificent asscheeks against his groin.

"The flower beds need tending, the yard needs mowing, and the pool needs cleaning," she listed off in an annoyed tone before turning her attention back to the dishes. Dustin immediately grabbed Bailey's hips again and began to slowly hump her. The smile on his face was bliss and evil. This, this act of free-use - even sneakily - was exactly what he wanted most. He briefly wondered if he'd ever be able to fuck Bailey right in front of his bitch of a wife without her catching them.

"Quite a few things to teach Bailey today," he commented, attempting to hide his excitement. He rolled his hips strongly and deliberately, making sure Bailey could feel his full length before he resumed gently dry humping her. Bailey shivered in pleasurable response, before trying to maintain the position she had already been in.

"I'm excited to learn it all, Daddy," Bailey chimed in, truly meaning it, while trying to pretend her Daddy wasn't doing what he was doing behind her.

"Good girl," he leaned in to whisper against her ear. He stood back up, running his hands down her back and around her waist. Dustin yanked his daughter up, pulling her into an embrace, or so it would appear if his wife looked over. He grabbed one of her tits and her pussy as he thrusted up against her. He continued his slow, powerful thrusts against her, his belly resting in that perfect arch of her back, keeping an eye on his wife the whole time.

"Well, the sooner you two get out there instead of watching me work," she paused to look at them, just as Dustin moved his arms to wrap lovingly and innocently around his daughter's waist. "Then the sooner you two could be done." Bailey nodded at her mother's words while Dustin playfully saluted her.

"We'll get right on it, honey," Dustin answered, giving Bailey a swift swat on her bum. She giggled in response before darting out the patio doors.

The two of them went out to the backyard, both laughing lightly when the door closed behind them. Dustin led Bailey to the shed to grab some gardening gloves, a trowel, and a bucket. He then led his daughter to the furthest flower bed so they could get started.

"What was that about Daddy," Bailey motioned her thumb back to the house, clearly referring to his little dry humping incident. There was no accusation in her tone, simply amusement and curiosity.

"Sorry, baby girl," Dustin said, not really meaning it. "You see, Daddy's tool hasn't gotten any use in so long. Now that you've started training to be my little helper, my tool is ready to use your slutty body for all kinds of things. Sometimes, even when there isn't a job to do, Daddy's cock gets excited to make lots of cum for a cum slut," he explained as he put his gloves on. "I'm afraid sometimes my tool will want to perform jobs just to get back into practice, even when there's no jobs to perform," Dustin sagged his shoulders dramatically, making it seem like a real problem.

"Oh, Daddy," Bailey pouted in sympathy as she wrapped her arms around her Daddy. "I had no idea," she murmured into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter into him. Just to sell it further, Dustin began moving his hips against his daughter, his erection rubbing against her through his shorts.

"Of course you didn't," he cooed as he stroked her hair. "But, if I had someone who could be my free-use slut, you know, someone my tool could practice all the jobs it's been unable to do all these years, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad." Bailey pulled her face back with an elated expression as Dustin continued grinding himself against her. Just gazing into those big blue eyes of hers, he could see he already got what he wanted.

"Well, Daddy, you're already training me to be your slut! What if my training means I can be your free-use slut so you can practice with your tool whenever you, like, need to?" She offered herself so freely, so naively, it made Dustin throb.

"You would do that for your old man, baby girl?" He asked as his hands slid down to grip her ass cheeks as he continued dry humping her.

"Of course! I mean, it sounds like it would help with my training too, right?" Her face lit up at this entire idea, believing it would help her Daddy out so much. "I mean, I want to be really good at being your slut, and your tool is all super duper excited all the time, so this is like perfect!" She beamed up at him with her radiant, dumb smile as his hands continued to grope her.

"With that much training, you could become a professional slut one day," he booped her nose with a condescending smile. This just made Bailey beam brighter.

"Wow! There are professional sluts?" She asked excitedly.

"Oh yea," Dustin started humping her more aggressively as his thick fingers kneaded her ass cheeks. "They were the original influencers. Hey, you wanted to be an influencer," he pointed out, to which she nodded emphatically. "Well, your Daddy can teach you how to be a professional slut and influencer all at once! I bet you'll be so popular," he said with a sinister smile as he slowed his humps down to gentle grinds.

"Oh Daddy!" Bailey engulfed him in another big hug, and he chuckled as he patted her bum. "Thank you," she squealed as she hugged him tighter.

"I know. Now, we can talk more about this later. Right now," he took a step back, albeit reluctantly. "We got to weed these flower beds. I don't want your mom thinking I'm not actually teaching you anything out here."

Once again, he instructed Bailey to always bend at the waist when pulling up weeds. For the weeds that were more troublesome, he would get behind her, pull her hips against him and grind. Eventually he would instruct her to use the trowel to loosen the dirt while he continued keeping her ass pulled against his groin. His cock was oozing with precum after the third time he had done this, but he knew he needed to get some actual work done before rewarding himself. Besides, edging himself to and against Bailey was its own kind of treat.

When there was only one flower bed left, he reluctantly left her to finish so he could get started on the mowing. Every time he had her in sight, he let himself stare. Those full asscheeks just falling out of the bottom of those tiny shorts she wore. He thanked the universe that his wife never seemed to mind Bailey's immodest dressing. He got about half the yard mowed by the time she had finished weeding, showing off her last full bucket before depositing them in the green bin. Just then, Jordan poked her head out the backdoor.

"How's it going?" She called out as Dustin cut the mower. "You both sunscreened up, right?" Dustin smirked. He knew Jordan was only asking to try and tear him down for yet another thing. Little did she know, nothing she said could get to him anymore, not with the new view on life he had. There was no need for the sunscreen really, but his balls were starting to ache with how full they were again.

"We did, but it might be time for another application," he called back, his erection tucked behind the waistband of his shorts. He gave his wife a saccharine smile, leaning over the handle of the mower to better keep the tucked away erection from view.

"Good thing you have me to remind you," she tsked. He snorted to himself, but she didn't seem to hear him. "Well, there's stuff to make sandwiches when you get hungry for lunch. I'm about to head out to my bookclub. Would you mind making dinner tonight?" Dustin plastered the sweetest smile he could muster to his wife.

"I'd be happy to, honey," which wasn't an entire lie. "I was also thinking, after dinner, we have family movie night," he suggested as he readjusted his lean on his mower. Jordan contemplated the suggestion for a moment, and he let his eyes wander over to their daughter. He couldn't wait to bury himself back in one of her tight, warm holes.

"Alright," she conceded, as if rewarding them. "Family movie night sounds like it would be fine. You two have worked pretty hard these past two days." Dustin nodded in agreement, while mentally picturing all the ways he'd already worked over Bailey and all of the ways he still planned to.