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Cock Hound Daughter
Written by Abear
Their daughter Kelly was a gorgeous creature like her mother. She had a slim waist with flared hips, and breasts that were just starting to evolve into the magnificent globes that her mother had. An experienced girl of 13, her morals followed the same path as her parents, and she was content to party her way through school. She dated some older guys, and was just starting to become sexually active. Her mother helped her get on the pill to prevent any unwanted pregnancies, and Kelly continued to explore and discover sex with a couple of the older guys at school.
A super bowl party was planned for January, and Dave invited several of the guys that worked at his gas stations to come. He had a statue of the art home audio theater set up in the basement, complete with large screen television, DVD, stereo surround sound and a satellite dish, as well as a custom designed bar. He used the basement as his little get away, and he often entertained clients and workers in his little paradise. Kristen kept it clean and orderly, but she seldom ventured down there, happy to let him have his privacy, and to give her some time alone.
As the big day came around, Dave made sure that Kristen had bought all of the necessary supplies. Before leaving for work on Saturday, he asked her to make sure the bar was stocked, that the fridge in the garage was full of beer, and that there was plenty of chips and food in the house. She took Kelly with her as she made a final grocery run, and the two girls set about getting everything set up. "Will you watch the game with Daddy?" asked Kelly as they loaded the car with the supplies that they had gotten.
"Probably not," she replied. "You know me, I like to let him have his fun with the guys when they are down there."
"Yeah, it'll probably smell anyways!" joked Kelly, causing both of them to break out in laughter. They finished packing the car and were soon heading home.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" asked her mother, her eyes on the road as she drove.
"I don't have any plans," replied the young girl. "It seems like everyone is watching the game or going to some party. Maybe I could give Daddy a hand with the refreshments or something."
"That might be a good idea," answered her mother as the pulled into the driveway. "You and your father always have fun together, I will check with him." Kelly smiled at the response, glad to be included with her father's activities. She had always gotten along well with her Dad, and unlike her mother, she loved spending time downstairs with her father.
After unloading all of the groceries, Kristen had Kelly put the beer in the fridge and put the liquor bottles on the bar. She called her husband and asked him if Kelly could help out, and he thought it would be a good idea. He liked the idea of a waitress, and he knew that the other guys would love to be waited on by a hot girl. Everything was all set for the big game.
Dave took Kelly downstairs and showed her around, explaining what he wanted her to do, and how she should act. He did tell her that the guys might even tip her, and that she could keep any of the money that she made, but she had to be nice, and she would probably have to put up with a ton of drunken and ornery guys. She thanked her Dad and went up stairs to get ready for the show.
The guys showed up around 4:00, well primed for a day of drinking and eating and watching football. Vinnie, Billy, Steve and Doug all came in together and gave Kristen quick hellos as they headed downstairs to Dave. Kelly came rushing down from her bedroom, following right after the guys and she gave everyone a nice hello. She had put on a hot mini skirt and knit top for the event, and she looked incredible.
"Gentlemen," announced Dave as they all took their seats, "this is my daughter Kelly, and she will be our waitress today. Just tell her and she will get you whatever you would like."....(cont)
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