They were lined up around the block, not typical for a Sunday morning in her neighborhood. Friday nights could be like this, as well as any given Saturday night. Cars were slowly driving by, looking and lurking. Parking was beginning to get out of hand. The driveway and front yard were full as well as both sides of the street for two blocks. The police had stopped cruising past the driveway after the first complaint was called in at 8:45 am.

“Freebies?” one man asked as he rolled by with the window down.

Several men standing in line gave the “thumbs up”. Today was indeed special. It was Father’s Day and Stewart was allowing anyone access to his daughter’s pussy, ass, or mouth. No money, gratuity, trade, or gifts would be accepted. Just get in line and come in and fuck her. His brother, John, had mentioned it to him a few months back, but they didn’t tell Ashley. This wasn’t about her. This was about some of their friends who were either single or their wives had stopped giving them sex. Ashley would just be a nice set of holes for them to use one special day out of the year. She would put a smile on their faces, one at a time. It didn’t matter how old, how handsome, how ugly, how nice, how mean, how rich, or how poor they were. She would greet them, fuck or suck them, and then thank them, one by one. They expected around three dozen, possibly more. That was a normal Saturday night. This was not normal.

“Get up and get a good shower. You’ve got company coming this morning,” Stewart said after he’d just pumped his morning jizz into his daughter’s mouth as she lay in bed half asleep. Ashley was required to sleep naked ever since she turned 21 and couldn’t find a proper job. After briefly living with her uncle, she was back home with her dad. She took care of him and his friends on an “as needed” basis, which was daily.

She’d tried working fast food, UBER, grocery store clerk, even secretarial work at her Uncle John’s taxidermy business. Nothing ever panned out for Ashley. She had been fired from every business she worked at within her first two weeks of employment.

She was fired from the “Golden Arches” for sucking the fry cook in between shifts from breakfast to lunch. Evidently, they couldn’t have the fry machine and the ice cream machine out of order at the same time. Then she wrecked her dad’s car driving for UBER because she tried to give her client a handjob as he sat in the backseat. Of course, she was driving at the time. The police weren’t sure what to put in the report. Next she got caught getting fucked in her ass by the assistant manager of the grocery store by his wife. Ashley was on break and they were in the cooler of the produce section. He got a little carried away with his yelling and the wife recognized his voice, as she was shopping, and interrupted their intercourse. Melons and eggplant were reported to have been thrown and he ended up with a concussion and a trip to the hospital. The wife didn’t blame Ashley, but the manager fired her anyway because he “didn’t want sloppy seconds”. Who could blame him?

Uncle John intervened at that point and hired her to help with the record keeping of his taxidermy business. He had a considerable multi-state business that employed ten full time workers and a secretary who was in charge of scheduling workers, shipping and receiving, answering the phones, and greeting walk-in customers. John figured he could use the help and Ashley needed a job. What he didn’t figure was finding all ten of his shop workers banging his niece in the coffee room three times in one day. That put production down over 40% from just that one day. He couldn’t fire his workers, he needed them back to doing their jobs. Ashley begged him not to fire her because she felt that she was improving employee morale. So, he tried scheduling the workers’ access to his niece throughout the day. That way, the workers could still keep up with production. That didn’t pan out because they kept taking too long on their third “scheduled meeting” and it took up the whole day for Ashley. She had no time to get her own work completed, and he couldn’t keep her on the payroll simply for employee morale. That was day four in her short lived stint as a secretary, or “sexatary” as the workers liked to call her.

At that point, John was going through a nasty divorce, so he let her move in with him to clean house and perform other “duties” in the morning and evening hours. He couldn’t afford to pay her once the divorce was final. Eventually, Stewart agreed to let her come back home and live. He allowed her to take care of her uncle as long as she took care of his needs first. That’s when John first came up with the idea of “Happy Father’s Day” and now they were making it a reality.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! How do you want me?” Ashley was practicing her greeting as she showered. That’s as much as she was told, other than to make sure she smiled and met the man’s needs. This was the only thing different from Friday or Saturday nights at Stewart’s house. On those nights, Ashley just waited for the next man to come into her room. She would generally suck him and he would fuck whichever hole the man fancied and then he would leave. No greetings or goodbyes were necessary. Today was Father’s Day and even Ashley knew about respecting her father.