Cheerleader Shower with Daddy

Frank Williams stood under the hot spray, eyes closed, letting the water hammer the tight muscles of his shoulders. The bathroom filled with steam. He was forty-two, still lean from years of weekend basketball and the kind of desk job that forced him to hit the gym hard. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, half-interested from the heat and the quiet house. His wife had left two years ago. Mandy was home from her second year at State. The only sound was water and the occasional drip.

Then the bathroom door opened.

“Daddy?”

That soft, sweet voice hit him like a fist to the gut. His cock twitched hard, filling fast. He knew that tone. He knew what it meant.

“Hi, Honey,” he said, voice rough. “Why don’t you come in and join me?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

The shower curtain scraped aside. Mandy stepped over the tub edge in her full college cheerleading uniform—the tight white top with the school logo stretched across her full, soft tits, the short pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. Blonde ponytail, blue eyes bright, bare feet. No panties. He could already see the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy when she shifted her weight. She had waxed it for him last week, just the way he liked when they played their little games. Nineteen years old, second-year coed, and still his little girl in every dirty way that mattered.

She looked down at his cock, now fully hard, thick and veined, the head already flushed dark. A slow, hungry smile spread across her face.

“Somebody’s happy to see me.”

She reached out and wrapped her soft fingers around the shaft. Warm water ran over both of them. She stroked once, slow, from base to tip, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum that had already leaked out. Frank’s hips jerked.

“You know what I want, Daddy.”

He nodded. Mandy lifted the hem of her tiny skirt, turned so the water hit her back, and dropped to her knees in the shallow water. The tiles were warm under her. She held his cock in both hands like a prize and leaned in. Her tongue flicked out, pink and wet, and dragged slowly across the underside of the head. She licked the ridge, then the slit, tasting the salty drop. A soft moan vibrated against his skin.

“Mmm. Already leaking for me.”

She opened wider and took the head into her mouth. Soft lips sealed around him. Her tongue swirled, then she pushed forward, taking more, more, until the thick shaft stretched her lips and the head pressed the back of her throat. She didn’t gag. She never did anymore. She had practiced too many nights on her daddy’s cock. She swallowed around him, throat working, and looked up with those big blue eyes while water streamed down her face and the clingy cheer top.

Frank’s hand settled in her wet ponytail. He didn’t force. He just held on while she started to move—slow, deep strokes that took every inch until her nose pressed into the wet hair at his base and her tongue could reach out to lap at his balls. When she pulled back, her lips dragged tight, shiny with spit and water. She left only the head inside, sucked hard, then plunged forward again.

The wet sounds filled the shower. Soft, filthy slurps. The wet slap of her mouth. She reached under her skirt with one hand and started rubbing her bare pussy. Two fingers slid between her smooth lips, found her clit, and circled while she deep-throated him. Her own wetness mixed with the shower water running down her thighs.

“Fuck, Mandy… your mouth feels like a tight little cunt.”

She pulled off just long enough to answer, voice husky and spoiled.

“That’s because I practice for you, Daddy. I want to be the best little cocksucker you’ve ever had. I want every drop of your candy.”

She went back down, harder this time. One hand stroked the base while her mouth worked the top half. She twisted her head, letting the head rub the soft inside of her cheek, then straightened and took him all the way again. Her free hand kept rubbing her swollen clit. Soft, desperate little sounds leaked around his cock every time she bottomed out.

Frank felt his balls draw up. The pressure built fast. He warned her the way he always did.

“Almost ready to give you your candy, baby.”

Mandy didn’t pull off. She stopped deep-throating and focused on the head and the first few inches, lips tight, tongue flat against the underside, ready to catch every spurt. Her fingers on her clit moved faster. She wanted to cum with him.

His cock pulsed hard. The first thick rope of cum hit her tongue. She moaned like it was the best thing she had ever tasted and swallowed. Second spurt. Third. She kept stroking with her lips, milking him, catching every drop, swirling it around her mouth so she could taste the thick, salty-sweet load before she swallowed. When he finally stopped pulsing she pulled back just enough to lick the last strings from the slit, then squeezed the shaft from base to tip with her hand, forcing the final creamy beads onto her tongue. She swallowed those too, eyes locked on his the whole time.

“Thank you for the candy, Daddy,” she whispered, voice thick with leftover cum. “It’s still my favorite treat.”

She stood up, the cheer skirt plastered to her wet thighs, the top translucent now and showing the hard pink points of her nipples. She kissed him, slow and deep, letting him taste himself on her tongue. Then she stepped out of the shower, peeled the soaked uniform off, and left it in a wet heap on the floor. Completely naked, she turned in the doorway.

“I’ll be on my bed. Legs open. Pussy dripping. Come get your candy when you’re done, Daddy. I want your mouth on me until I scream.”

Frank rinsed fast, dried even faster, and walked naked down the short hallway. Mandy’s bedroom door was open. She was already on her back in the middle of the bed, knees bent and spread wide, bare feet flat on the mattress. Her smooth, pink pussy was shiny and open. Two fingers were slowly pumping in and out of her while her thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles. Her other hand squeezed one full tit, pinching the nipple hard.

“Took you long enough,” she said, smiling. “I almost finished without you.”

He climbed onto the bed between her thighs. The smell of her hit him first—sweet, musky, wet. He pushed her hand away and replaced it with his mouth. Flat tongue dragged from her asshole all the way up over her dripping entrance and across her swollen clit. She jerked and moaned. He did it again, slower, tasting every fold. Then he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked while two thick fingers slid into her tight, hot cunt.

Mandy’s hips bucked.

“Oh fuck, Daddy—yes—just like that—”

He finger-fucked her deep and steady, curling to hit the spot that made her thighs shake, while his tongue worked her clit in firm, wet circles. She was already so close from the shower. Her hands fisted in his hair. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. A rush of clear, sweet fluid flooded his mouth as she came, crying out his name, thighs clamping around his head. He kept licking through it, drinking her down, until she pushed weakly at his head.

“Too sensitive—fuck—give me a second—”

He didn’t. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up so her ass was high and her face was pressed into the pillow, and buried his face between her cheeks. Tongue pushed into her tight little asshole while his fingers went back into her soaked cunt. Mandy screamed into the pillow and came again almost immediately, body shaking hard.

When he finally pulled back she was panting, hair stuck to her sweaty face, pussy and ass both shiny with spit and her own juices.