DRESSING UP
Autumn left her father on the couch naked. She was fairly certain he wouldn't wake anytime soon. Jake had already stayed up well past his normal bedtime of 8:30 PM. It was a nearing midnight when he last thrust his cock into her throat, came, and then collapsed onto the sectional. She could still taste his semen while returning to her bedroom to prepare for another round with her Daddy.
Autumn flipped on the bathroom light and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flush from their oral session. Black streaks created by tears and eyeliner began at the corners of both eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Jake had fucked her throat so hard that she gagged profusely causing her orbs to bulge and secrete the salty fluid in a steady stream. Bright red lipstick was slathered across her pale face and little remained on her thin kisser. A smear of jizz clung to her cheek. She touched a finger to it then moved her hand to her mouth. A thin string trailed across her smile line as she licked the cum from her digit. She watched herself devour the musky concoction. Her other hand reached to her swollen pussy lips. She worked on her aching clit and smiled at herself. Slowly, she pulled the white T-shirt over her braided pigtails and tossed it into the wicker hamper. She stared at her perky breasts and pinched her still hard nipples.
Autumn opened the drawer of the vanity and pulled a make up remover wipe from the pouch at the front. She cleaned off her face and then reapplied everything as she had done earlier - bright red lipstick, thick mascara, and dark black eyeliner extending from each corner. She admired her handiwork and thought "Should I wear something else? My red lace panty and bra set would probably be appreciated. Or maybe he'd prefer my Harley Quinn outfit." But, ultimately, she decided to stick with her original plan. She'd dress in something Jake had seen before. It was attire she knew he liked because at the fitting a bulge formed in her Daddy's pants. She went to her closet and pulled out the clothing she had hung up at the end of June. Beyond tonight she would probably only wear the uniform to class. She also reached for the box on the top shelf. "I can't forget my toys," she whispered. Finally, she retrieved the blue backpack from the closet floor. It was embroidered "St. John's College" with gold stitching and an elaborate crest under the school's namesake.
She got dressed, slung the bag over one shoulder, cradled the heather green plastic container in one arm, and turned from her room to the stairs. She could hear Jake snoring as she steadied herself at the handrail and began to descend.
THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP
Autumn quietly entered the living room. Her father was laying with his head nested on one of the couch throw pillows. His left leg draped over the edge of the velvety surface and the other rested against the billowy back. She stared at Jake's face. His closely trimmed salt and pepper beard was slightly matted at his chin and moustache. It was a tell tale sign of him lapping at her pussy just an hour or so ago. There was a large irregularly shaped wet spot centered between his legs. She thought about the wonderful orgasm she experienced earlier as he swung at her with his belt. The sting of the blows had sent waves of pleasure to her mound. She lowered her gaze to his firm chest and loose four pack abs. "What a Dad bod," she thought. Then her eyes fell to his now flaccid penis. She had licked him clean before she went upstairs. But, now, a small bead of cum clung to his cock slit. An urge rose to bend over and run her tongue over his soft tip. But Autumn did not want to wake her father yet.
She stepped to the coffee table where her iPad lay. It sat next to the double sided bowl which used be filled with ice cream. Now the spoon was immersed in a light brown chocolate soup. There were specks of vanilla bean floating upon the creamy white surface on the opposite side. She recalled the taste test she had given her father and blood flooded to her pussy. Goosebumps formed on her arms as she placed the green box down and picked up the electronic tablet. She stared at its screen. The large window where the porno had played earlier now displayed a small circle arrow and the word "replay" under it. "Tempting," she thought. It was one of her favorites. But she tapped the small box under this window and began the next video on her Daddy playlist. It was the same young actress as earlier. The pigtailed girl was front row in a college classroom. An older man in a sport coat and dress slacks stood behind a podium lecturing while clicking a small remote to advance his power point presentation. The room was filled with all girls. They stared dreamily at the man. In the back row of the auditorium one of the young students had her leg propped up on the seat in front of her. Her hand was under her skirt working feverishly at her clit. The main character in the front row wore a tight shirt which was unbuttoned enough the professor could see a deep line of cleavage. The edges of her lacy bra peaked from under the blouse and caressed her firm round breasts.
Autumn opened the container. It contained her toys: a large lifelike dildo, a vibrator, nipple clamps, furry handcuffs, chamois flogger, black leather choker with a stainless steel D-ring on it's center, a short metal leash, a selection of bejewelled butt plugs, and a bottle of KY Ultragel lube. She picked out the vibrator, closed the lid, and slid the box into her backpack. Then she settled into the leather chair which faced her father. She tapped the tablet screen and turned the video volume up a couple notches. The man was speaking about the human body and how it reacts to stimulation - specifically sexual stimulation.
"Males," said the professor, "are more responsive to visual stimulus than women. While females are evoked by this as well, they usually require a more verbal and physical element to become aroused."
Autumn thought about when Jake called her a whore earlier and how it heightened her desire.
She depressed the vibrator's power button and it buzzed to life. She gently placed the head of the wand to her panty covered pussy. Autumn worked it up and down over her clit then circled her puffy lips. A wet spot began to form on the cotton fabric. She quietly moaned.
On the TV the teacher was handing out assignment packets. He slowly went up each step and reached a pile of papers to the student at the end who, in turn, took a group of stapled sheets then handed the stack to the person beside them. As he reached the top row he looked over his spectacles at the young lady who still had her hand under her skirt. He coyly smiled and said, "Ms. Laura?" She grinned back and worked her hand more intensely. "Are we still meeting in my office this afternoon?" She nodded, raised her hand to her mouth, and ran the moist finger along her bottom lip flicking at it with her tongue.
He walked back down the steps and began to stow materials in his briefcase. That was Autumn's cue to increase the volume on the iPad. A loud bell rang signifying the end of class.
Prompted by the noise, Jake quickly propped himself up. His daughter was sitting in the chair at the far end of the sectional. He was flabbergasted by her attire.
"It's time to take me to class Daddy," Autumn said pushing the wand more firmly to her pussy.
She had on her uniform from St. John's College. The blue and green plaid wraparound skirt was slightly hiked above her soft thigh. White knee socks with a blue stripe at the top stretched over her shapely calves. The laces of her black and white saddle shoes were tied neatly. The only thing out of the ordinary was Autumn's top. The usual powder blue oxford shirt was replaced with a shear white blouse. Her royal blue tie hung loosely from the collar and dangled under the v formed by the undone top three buttons. Jake could see his daughter's pale pink nipples through the fabric. They were erect and pushed out toward him.
He swallowed deeply and murmured, "Oh, shit." Blood surged into his naked cock.
Autumn held out her right hand, curled it into a fist, and rolled her index finger in a "come here" motion.
Jake sat up and tried to conceal his growing erection. He dropped his head and said, "Honey, we need to talk."
Autumn stared at him but never ceased working the vibrator between her legs. "What do we need to talk about Daddy?"
Her father looked up from the floor. The vibrator was buzzing away and the moist spot on her panties had spread. As the wand's head grazed over her lips it made a wet smacking sound.
"You know what," he continued. "I shouldn't have caved in earlier. I'm your father for fucks sake! It can NOT happen again. It has been so long since I've had sex. I couldn't control myself. I'm so very sorry."
"Daddy, I wanted it from you. You didn't force me! And I know you like seeing me in my uniform. That day you took me to campus, when I was trying on the different outfits, you had an erection. So I know you want it too. Let me please you. You're such a good Daddy. You deserve it."
"I'm your father," Jake shouted.
