The gate opened with a familiar creak and Chloe skipped up the path to the front door. She avoided stepping on the cracks, an old habit which after years of walking the same path, she now did by instinct. Chloe thought that she could probably avoid the cracks blindfolded.

She smiled thinking of the secret box Daddy kept hidden under her bed, containing her studded black leather blindfold sheathed in a purple velvet pouch. No one would suspect that this little, cute sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, skipping to her house would have such naughty toys hidden under her bed.

Chloe reached the door, picking up the little plastic frog that held the key. She knew Daddy wasn’t home from work yet, so she had time to relax before getting ready for him. Chloe kicked her school shoes off in the hallway, but then remembering her duty, bent down, putting them neatly on the shoe rack by the front door.

She placed them next to her Daddy’s polished dress shoes. Chloe paused, lightly touching her Daddy’s shoes, breathing a little harder knowing that she wasn’t allowed to touch Daddy’s things. As her fingers ran over the shiny leather, her body remembered being naked on all fours, only a collar firmly around her neck, looking down into her distorted reflection in those very shoes.

Snapping out of the memory and rising to her feet, Chloe skipped and slid in her white socks along the slick wooden floor. The house echoed as she clumsily tumbled down the hallway, happy the day had ended. As she approached her bedroom she was already unzipping her school uniform, eager to get out of the itchy polyester.

She slipped her arms out of her tartan pinafore, wriggling her hips so that it fell to the floor. Chloe gingerly tiptoed out of it, one hand on her bedroom door to steady herself. She undid the buttons of her white blouse but it held fast against her body, stuck to her flesh by her Daddy’s cum.

That morning her Daddy had entered her room while she was still sleeping. He had thrown the covers off her, exposing her naked, curled up body. Chloe slowly became aware of his presence as he stood also naked next to her bed, masturbating. Daddy always woke up hard and Chloe knew her duty so well that even half asleep, she rolled onto her back and presented her body to him.

Daddy’s hand grabbed her knee pushing it open, his other hand still on his hard cock, stroking and looking down at her. Chloe lay still, her mind drifting in and out of sleep, her eyes half-open, distantly aware that the long hard shape above her was her Daddy.

A little smile crept across her lips. Even half-asleep, Chloe was proud when her Daddy was hard for her pussy. She felt his warm hand glide up her inner thigh. Its warmth a stark contrast to the chill of the early morning air. Chloe’s nipples were hard at first because of being suddenly exposed to the cold air but now because her Daddy’s hand moved up her thigh with the confidence that came from owning the naked little slut lying still just for him.

He paused just short of her pussy, already feeling the heat pulsing from between her legs. He raised his fingers to his cock and coated them in his clear warm precum. Fingers now lubed with Daddy’s morning desire, he placed them back between her legs. Two fingers pushed apart her smooth pussy lips and his middle finger moving between them, running slowly up and down, before painting her clit with his warm precum mixed with the first drops of her wetness.

He could feel her fluttering heartbeat faintly through her clit as his fingers played around it. With every circle and with every heartbeat, it grew a little under his finger—poking out from between her neat pussy lips. Chloe’s sleepy arousal was impossible to control as her Daddy’s fingers worked between her legs.

She felt her mattress sag as her Daddy climbed onto the bed, straddling her chest. His knees pinning her upper arms tightly against her body. He leant back, fingers finding her clit again and his hard cock slipping between her breasts. Daddy used his strong thighs to push her breasts together. At sixteen, Chloe was already a D-cup. They were perfectly formed, having only recently developed and filled out. His little girl was finally looking like his little slut.

Her Daddy took great pleasure in finally being able to slide his cock between her breasts and have it enveloped by her smooth and tender flesh. This is what he did to his girl that morning as she lay motionless, letting her Daddy slide his cock up and down between her breasts. His hand expertly worked her pussy as it had done so many times before. In her semi-conscious state, her wetness unashamedly flowed down her legs, soaking her sheets.

Her Daddy was so large that when he slid it up, the head of his cock would touch her chin before sliding back down between her breasts’ warm embrace. She pushed her chin down so it was touching her chest and at the next long push of Daddy’s cock, she felt his cock against her plump soft lips. She wet her lips and she tasted a hint of her Daddy’s precum, only to taste it more distinctly the next time Daddy’s cock touched her glistening lips.

As with most mornings, her Daddy did not use Chloe for long. His morning load was a matter of need more than desire and she knew at this hour she was only his cum rag. After a few more pushes between her breasts, he knelt upright, now only his knees touching her sides, his cock hovering over her breasts.

Both hands rubbed his cock more and more vigorously until a sudden pause, taking both hands off to grab hard onto her thighs. His cock spasmed in the air and rained his cum down over his little girl’s breasts. She felt it more than saw it, her eyes still half-closed. She sensed the warmth of the heavy drops falling unpredictably over her breasts and neck.

One thick pulse landed on her nipple and like a long, wet kiss, it trickled and teased her. The slow, viscous slipping of her Daddy’s cum on her nipple sent little ripples of pleasure through her. Even as she felt him move away from her body, his cum was still arousing her as she drifted back into sleep.

It was an hour later when her alarm fully awoke her. The harsh sound drilled into her head, rudely pulling her out of sleep. As she mashed her phone to stop the noise. She looked down and remembered what happened to her a few hours earlier. Her breasts were still visibly shining from Daddy’s use and a torn piece of notepaper had been stuck to her left breast with Daddy’s cum. It simply read “do not clean”.

She knew exactly what that meant and even though Daddy had already left for work, she did as the note required. As she got ready for school, she put her plain white bra and white blouse on over her sticky, wet breasts. Her blouse stuck fast to Daddy’s cum and only her pinafore covered the stain that made her top semitransparent. All-day she could feel her blouse pressed to her and just as Daddy intended, she felt used and thought only of her Daddy while in class. Now back home, her pinafore on the ground, blouse undone, she could finally peel it off her breasts. 

Now only in her cum stained bra and white panties, Chloe picked up her pinafore and blouse off the floor and pushed open her bedroom door. She was thinking she would have time to watch some TV before her Daddy arrived but as she flicked on the light, she froze and her breathing quickened.

On the bed, carefully laid out was an outfit she’d never seen before. For a second, she thought her Daddy must be home and was afraid he might have seen her touch his shoes. She listened to the empty house, bracing for her Daddy’s footsteps to come down the hall, but none came.

She inched towards her bed, looking at the clothes carefully arranged across her sheets. The outfit was laid out as she was to wear it; a dress with a bra and panties on top and stockings and a pair of shoes at the base of the bed. She ran her hands over the clothes imagining how they would look on her.

Her hand touched the spaghetti straps of the red silk dress, running down the plunging V neck that bunched and only came together at the waist. It was backless except straps crisscrossing down the spine. Her fingers traced the straps, which went all the way down. Nothing would be covering her bottom and only a few inches of shimmering red would cover her pussy.

The bra, which would be almost entirely visible through the plunging V neck, was black with an open flower-patterned lace and a cute little red bow in the middle. The panties were matching, frilly lace, with a slither of fabric that would barely cover her pussy lips. A little gold stud revealed them to be a snap crotch.

Her Daddy had made her wear that style once before when he took her out to a fancy restaurant. During the dinner, while the waiters were fawning over them, he had snapped her panties open and slid his fingers between her legs and rubbed her exposed pussy. She smiled politely at the waiters, trying not to give away her pleasure and embarrassment. It didn’t help that Daddy hadn’t let her wear a bra that night and the more he rubbed the more her nipples pushed through her stretchy, slutty dress.

Her Daddy didn’t seem to care, flagrantly with his hand between her thighs as he ate. The older conservative diners occasionally glancing over, disapproving but too proper to admit what they were actually seeing. When Daddy was ready he had ordered her to the bathroom, watching as she walked away from him. Following her into the bathroom, he had fucked her against the wall, her face pressed against the stuccoed surface, wrists pinned behind her back, Daddy’s cock pounding her wet pussy.

In a few short minutes he had finished with her and he had snapped her panties back together, slapping her on her bottom. For the rest of the meal, she tried to hold her Daddy’s cum inside her, knowing her panties wouldn’t hold all of it and the sheer tight dress would easily stain. Her face was red from embarrassment and pockmarked with the trace of that bathroom wall. 

In the cab on the way home, Daddy had snapped open her panties again and let the cab driver look. The driver pulled over to watch as Daddy held her pussy lips open and ordered her to push his cum out of her. The driver had even shone the light from his phone between her legs so he could get an explicit look. Chloe had left quite a mess on the backseat but the cab driver was more than happy with the unexpected show.

Chloe’s hands moved passed her clean new panties, letting that memory drift away. Her fingers traced the black fishnets to her red shiny, stripper shoes. She’d never seen anything so whorish and she was nervous knowing just how adult and experienced the outfit would make her look and in turn just how hard her Daddy would use her.

She stood back up, looking at the clothes contrasted on her pretty pink sheets—Daddy’s innocent slut. He must have come home at lunch to set it up for her she thought. The buzz of her phone startled her. She pulled it out of her uniform and through the cracked screen read the message from her Daddy:

‘You have thirty minutes, whore. Shower and dress in your new outfit. Once dressed you are to lie on your bed, legs open, and do not move. Focus on the ceiling. Do not look around, no matter what. Do not disappoint Daddy.’

Thirty minutes wasn’t long but that was good, as there was no time to think about what might happen to her holes that night. She raced to the shower, starting it and while she waited for the hot water she shimmied out of her bra and panties. It wasn’t until she was entirely naked and steam was filling the room that she looked across and saw on the mirror that Daddy had written “whore” in bright red lipstick.

Reading her daddy’s dirty message on her phone again and now standing naked and exposed sent shivers through her. She spoke out loud to the empty house, “Yes, Daddy, I am your dirty whore.” She jumped into the shower, the hot water streaming down her body, as she quickly ran her hands over her legs, making sure they were smooth. Her hands moved to her pussy, fingers navigating down between her legs around to her ass and back again, checking every spot.

Fortunately, her Daddy had waxed her pussy smooth last night. Reflecting, she realised he had waxed her because he had this planned. She was perfectly smooth but checking had made her even wetter. She couldn’t resist touching and rubbing her clit, leaning back against the tiles as water streamed and pooled in her hand as she rubbed.

Her mind was shouting at her “you don’t have time!” but her pussy wouldn’t let her hands leave. The minutes ticked by, as she fucked herself with her slender fingers. Finally, she forced her other hand to the tap, spinning the cold tap wide open. The freezing water hit her snapping her out of her trance. She jumped out of the shower.

Shivering, she rubbed herself dry and focused on her reflection through the scrawled “whore” on the mirror. She applied the very same lipstick and heavy mascara. Chloe raced to her bedroom, pulling on her bra and panties and snapping the crotch closed over her still wet pussy. She glanced at her phone. Two minutes left. She could hear Daddy’s car pulling up outside.

She yanked on her fishnets but in her haste tore a ladler up her calf. Terrified but with no time to react, she grabbed her dress forcing it over her head. It stuck on her large breasts and she floundered around the room, desperately trying to pull it down over her. She heard the familiar creak of the front gate. Knowing she only seconds left she yanked the dress down, squirming it over her hips, hoping the back laces were not tangled. It would have to do.

She forced her feet into the stripper heels, tottered and stumbled to her bed, and threw herself onto it, causing one of her shoes to fall off. Hair flung wildly across her pillow, she pushed her legs open exposing her panties under her dress. The key in the lock, the door opened. She picked a spot on the ceiling and stared. She could feel the blood pumping through her neck. She tried to say perfectly still but her chest was heaving from the rush.

The door opened and she heard her Daddy speak. She strained trying to hear what he was saying to her. But then her eyes widened with fear, as she realised he wasn’t talking to her. Sounds of strangers accompanied her Daddy. She remembered her bedroom door was open but she did not dare to look, knowing she was only allowed to stare at the ceiling.

Her every sense was heightened as unfamiliar footsteps and voices echoed down the hallway. Daddy had never done something like this. It felt like the bed was free-falling from under her. She clenched her hands tightly into fists.

“This way everyone, the slut is in here,” her Daddy's voice didn’t ease her nerves.