Daddy's Little Cumdumpster

Dad told me things would change when I turned 18. I expected it to be immediate, but the month passed, and I fell into a sense of security. The first day of March came and I woke to my dad standing beside my bed, entirely naked. He was a tall man, with a friendly smile, broad shoulders, and a rust colored beard that matched the splash of hair on his broad chest. He was muscular, and had been compared to a ginger brawny man. He would laugh and say, back in his modeling days maybe.


Seeing his cock for the first time was...shocking. He'd told me to save myself, and I had. I had seen cocks, not done anything with them, but this was...different. Dad told me that when I turned 18 it would be my turn, woman of the house. He'd been clear on what to expect, as the woman of the house, since my mom passed, when I came of age I would be expected to fill her duties. When I was not in school or at work, I would be available to him whenever, wherever, and however, he chose. I sat up, staring openly at his cock. It was hulking, throbbing, every part of me tensed in fear of what came next.


"I gave you a month to celebrate." He said. I hadn't realized that's what the month off was for, it was to live the last of my own life. "From now on you sleep in my bed, and when you are home you are naked." He said. I nodded, standing and stripping my clothes off.


"Yes daddy." I said. Putting my pajamas down, I turned back to him.


"On your knees." He ordered. I sank to my knees, grateful we were in the carpeted bedroom. He moved his cock to my lips, and I parted them. Granting access. He got the head in and I felt my eyes bulge and my throat tighten at the sensation. Giving little time to adjust, he pushed himself deeper down my throat. Bobbing in my mouth, stretching my lips and stuffing my cheeks, he grunted. "I'm cumming." He pulled his cock out and let it squirt hot white liquid on my face and in my hair. When he was done he stuck it back in my mouth for me to clean, before he turned to leave. "Do you have class today?" He asked.


"No." I said, feeling a glob of cum run down my face to the corner of my mouth. He nodded and went to my closet, pulling out a yellow dress that buttons up the front. He threw it on my bed.


"Don't shower, put this on." He said, before leaving. I obeyed, before going downstairs to wait for him. He met me downstairs and prepared us breakfast. We ate in silence, before I accompanied him to work. He demanded a handjob when we parked in the garage, and ended up cumming on the front of my dress. We made it to his office without anyone seeing me, not that he seemed to be avoiding people, just that he gets to work early. "Remove the dress." He said closing the door behind me.


"Yes daddy." I took it off and handed it to him. He hung it on the coat rack.


"Get under the desk." He ordered. I obeyed, and he sat there, scooting in to obscure me. He didn't make me do anything, I just sat under there quietly, looking at his crotch, wondering what was in store until around midday. He scooted back and looked at me. "We will have lunch after you make me cum." He said. I nodded, unbuckling him and fishing his cock out. I wasn't experienced enough in blowjobs to finish him that way, so I lined him up with my pussy. Slowly I shimmied the head in, but without warning, he grabbed my hips, and shoved himself in me. "Keep going." He said under his breath.


"Sorry to interrupt your lunch, but the reports came in and I didn't want you to miss it." A man said. I bounced on my daddy's cock just a few feet away, My dad leaned forward, taking the documents across the desk. It pushed him deeper in me than I expected and I had to stifle a moan. "You okay?" The man asked.


"Must've been my chair, old thing's been acting up." My dad chuckled. "Thanks Dave." And with that, the man left, closing the door behind him. My dad grabbed my hips and pulled me out from under the desk, making me lean back onto him. He bounced up into me, reaching up to fondle my tits roughly. He growled softly, making me whimper as he hammered up into me. "You wanted me to fuck you all along, that's why you did all this, and now here you are moaning in my office like a common slut. All you're good for is a cum dumpster. Do you want me to fill you with cum you little cumdumpster?" He asked. Daddy had never talked to me like this, but I was desperate to feel his cum in me, I was desperate to be his little cumdumpster. I bounced on his cock, feeling him massage my tits.


"Yes daddy." I moaned desperately, like a wanton whore. He stood, making me fall face first onto his desk but he grabbed me by my ass, hammering into me viciously. He clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.


"Daddy's cum is all you're good for." He said. "What a little whore, beg for my cum whore."


"I'm your little cumdumpster." I panted. "I need your cum daddy. Cum in me daddy, please fill me with your cum. Cum all over me, I'm your little cumslut, I need it." I said bouncing back into him. He grunted and began spurting in my pussy, but pulled out and sent most of it on my back. "Thank you daddy." I said feeling his cum ooze down my back as I turned around and dropped to my knees to lick his cock clean.


"Now let's get lunch." He said, putting his cock away and leading me to the building cafeteria. I saw people staring and whispering, but daddy didn't seem to notice, so I pretended not to. We ordered and the boy working the counter openly stared at my tits before my daddy scolded him.


"You're talking to me." He growled. The boy looked petrified and nodded. We got our food and sat down. "Honestly." He sighed impatiently. "Maybe I should cum on your tits so they know those are mine too." He said. I was silent. We ate and when I saw done, and he still had half his fries left, he pointed in front of him. I moved to the spot and he grabbed me by the hips and sat me on his lap. I wiggled my ass and heard him growl. "What a little whore. Turning me on in public walking around with your tits out for anyone to stare." I could feel his cock twitching under me and wiggled my hips, grinding down on him. He let out another growl, grabbing my hips and grinding up into me hard. I whimpered. He stood, causing me to slide off his lap, but he lowered me backwards onto the table, putting my legs up in the air. He pulled his cock out and pushed it into me. I was vaguely aware of the other people in the cafeteria whispering and staring, scandalized, as my daddy fucked me roughly, grabbing my ankles together in one hand, and putting them tucked under his left armpit. "Do you want me to cum in you?" He asked.


"Yes daddy, cum in me, I'm your little cumdumpster." I moaned desperately. I hazily remembered this morning when I was still new to his cock, but now I bounced on him like a seasoned whore. The desperation in the words spilling from my mouth was palpable, and my moans filled the cafeteria. He grunted as he started cumming, first in my pussy, but he pulled out and spread the rest on my stomach and tits. When he was done I slid off the table, dropping to my knees to lick him clean before he put his cock away. He shot a scathing look as I did this, to the boy working the counter who looked mortified. We walked back to his office, me coated in his cum, feeling it oozing across my skin, and him looking pristine as ever. He pointed to the corner of his office.


"Stand there." He closed the door behind us and sat at his desk. I obeyed, wondering if my stationary form would classify as modern art.


"Mr. Henry." A woman knocked at the door.


"Come in Lacy." He said, not averting his attention from his computer. I stayed there, standing in view as she stepped into his office.


"There were a few complaints about...your visit to the cafeteria." The woman said. He sighed and looked up from his computer.


"Look at her." He pointed at me. Lacy seemed averse to paying me any attention, but shot a quick glance my way. "She dreamed of being a submissive little cumdumpster." He unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and began rolling them up. "What do you dream of Lacy?" He asked. She seemed flustered by this.


"I want to be promoted to a higher position in this office." She said. I stared at her, she had short brown hair and a similar body shape to mine. I wondered if he'd chosen her to be his secretary because she looked like me. Was that his type?


"Do you dream of being a submissive little cumdumpster too Lacy?" He lingered on the last word, holding her eyes in a predatory stare.


"N-no sir." She stammered.


"Because I think you do." He stood and took a step towards her. She didn't move. "If I slide that skirt off you, would I find a wet pussy?"


"N-no." She seemed unsure of herself. His hand moved to her throat, not grabbing, just caressing. Her breath hitched. "Should we-" His mouth moved to lick her ear. She whimpered. "Explore our options?"


"Y-yes sir. I'd like that." She said so fast I had to rerun it in my head to understand. She was hot, he was turning her on. He looked over at me, was this for my benefit, why was he making me watch this? He let go, turning back to his desk.


"Ask whoever made the complaint to see me in my office." He sat back at his desk and she seemed to exhale all of the braveness as she scurried out of the room. He looked at me.


"What do you think of your ol' dad in action?" He asked. Was that him in action?


"Are you going to fuck her?" I asked. He smiled.


"Of course not." He laughed. "I have you for that. Why, my little cumdumpster? Were you jealous?" He purred. I didn't answer. "Don't worry, I have more than enough cum to fill you up." He turned back to his computer.


"I don't want to share you daddy." I confessed. He smiled.


"I don't think cumdumpsters get a say in who I fuck, but since you're my baby girl, I'll consider it. In the meantime, get that ass over here, I'm ready for another round." He said. I smiled, and walked over, eager to continue pleasing him. Whenever, wherever, and however, he chose.