Author's Notes: Once again, thank you for all the great feedback!
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Cassie bent down, reaching further across the slick tile floor to reach the corner, the water dripping off the scrub brush. Humming quietly to herself, she attacked the dirt as though it were trying to hurt her, wanting it gone as quickly as possible.
Concentrating on her chores these days was a bit harder than it used to be. All she could ever think about was her daddy, and all the things they had done together, and what they might do when he got home from work. Finishing the floor, she stood, pressing her hands into her back and stretching. Leaning over the stove, she checked on the stew she'd put on to cook several hours ago, and then glanced at the clock. Feeling a spark of excitement when she realized her father would be home soon, she quickly began preparing the biscuits they'd have with the stew. She wanted dinner to be on the table as soon as her daddy got home, so that they'd be able to return to her studies as soon as possible.
Studying had very quickly become her favorite part of the day. Her father hadn't taught her anything new in the past few days and had only let them do the things she'd already learned. But she was getting better and better at pleasing him. Last night he had yelled so loud when he came in her mouth that she thought the neighbors might have heard him!
She bit her lip when she heard the door open and tweaked her nipples hard, so that they'd press against her t-shirt. She'd noticed he seemed to really like when he could see them under her clothes and she always made an effort to please her daddy.
She was just pulling the biscuits out of the oven when he entered the room. "Hey baby... Dinner smells delicious."
She smiled at him when he reached around her to give her ass a little pat, and replied, "Your favorite stew, daddy... You ready for dinner?"
He nodded, looking distracted for a moment as his eyes spotted her hard little nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Reaching out, he pressed a finger to one of them and looked up into her eyes, "Is my whore turned on already?"
Staring at him for a moment, she bit down on her lip. She wasn't used to this kind of thing in the kitchen, but she thought she liked it... All she had thought about all day was him touching her, after all. "Yes, daddy... I've been thinking about all the things we've been doing and I just can't help it."
He laughed softly and rubbed her nipple, then pinched it hard. Leaning in, he whispered, "I want dinner... And then I want your cunt."
Breathless, Cassie nodded and reached for the plates.
Dinner was an efficient affair. Very little talking, mostly eating, and then a quick clean up. Neither of them were in the mood to linger over something as boring as stew, when there were lessons to learn and be taught.
As soon as the last dish was put away, Cassie's father grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs and into his bedroom, shoving her down on the bed. He looked her up and down, then cleared his throat.
"Cassie," he began, "Do you think you're ready to learn something new?"
She nodded her head eagerly, "Oh yes, Daddy."
He smiled, "Good Girl. Help your daddy undress."
She stood and helped him remove his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and then unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down, setting them aside neatly after he stepped out of them. Looking at his thick cock, she looked up at him. "May I touch it, Daddy?"
