This is part six to "Such a fucking slut"
I would recommend reading the others first since the stories are a little interconnected. If not, it can be read alone too. Let me know what you think of this one ;)
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At the kitchen, I knew the only two things I could make were either cookies or sandwiches.
I asked daddy, "What would you like to have, daddy?"
He settled on the stools opposite to the platform and said, "Whatever you can make the fastest baby. I'm quite hungry."
Deciding on sandwiches since I could definitely use them to my advantage, I started gathering the ingredients. Since most of the veggies that I needed were in the bottom compartment of the refrigerator, I decided I should give my hot dad a show.
I slowly got on my knees while I knew his eyes were on me. Or rather, my ass. My skirt was hardly long enough to hide anything while standing so I knew that as soon as I got on my knees, he would be able to see everything. My bare ass and my bare, thong-less, pussy.
I then proceeded to get to my hands too, so that now I was on my fours. I leaned forward and took my own sweet time removing whatever was required from the fridge while my dad probably stared at my teen pussy. I even spread my legs a bit, just to give him a better view.
After removing whatever was needed, I slowly turned around, eager to see daddy's predicament.
Holy fuck-
My dad was touching himself while staring at me.
I couldn't see his cock because there was the counter top in between but from the way his hands were moving, anyone would think he was touching himself.
Oh how naughty.
I looked at him and winked. He just smirked back at me.
Then I continued making sandwiches for us.
I couldn't wait to see where today would lead to but I really hoped it ended with daddy's cock in my cunt.
While I made sandwiches, I couldn't help but think of ways to get him to touch me. He was just staring at me but if I needed this to go any further, he'd have to touch me like the whore I am.
So once I was done making the sandwiches, I took a huge risk and subtly dropped the knife off the counter and with my leg, pushed it under the counter.
I looked at daddy with a glint in my eye and said, "I'm done making the sandwiches. I just have to get the knife I dropped and then maybe we can watch something on the TV?"
He smirked at me, probably knowing what I was doing, and said, "Sure baby."
I bent down and got on my knees again, facing opposite to dad. This time I raised my ass higher while I tried to pretend to search for the knife.
After about a minute of pretending, I grunted, "Daddy, I can't find it. Can you help me please?"
I heard the sound of the stool being pushed back and daddy's steps getting closer to me. I had no idea what he was about to do.
He slowly came to where I was but instead of helping, he stood right behind my ass so that his jeans covered cock and my bare, thong-less ass were right in line.
He slowly and rather subtly pushed against me and said, "Look carefully baby, I'm sure you'll find it."
Holy fuck, my dad was dry humping. He was GRINDING on me.
I tried my best not to moan and this turn of hot events.
He kept pushing against me, his movement becoming not-so-subtle, while I was getting more and more wet in this dirty position.
Anticipating when he'd be pushing against me next, I pushed back right when he pushed too so that it was almost like I was grinding back, and said, "Oh! I think I see something daddy."
