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 Title: It's Only Sex, Daddy Pt.  01


Summary: Darren's bratty daughter is driving him crazy, in every way.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   Chapter One

   "Be a good girl, Cassie." Darren breathed, his heart racing in
anticipation.  "Suck daddy's dick."

   "But," The stunning young woman kneeling between his legs stared up at
him with her brown eyes wide and her luscious young lips pushed into a
pout. "That's dirty!"

   Her eyes shifted to his long thick cock in her hand.  "And I'm your
daughter!"

   "Cassie, didn't I just buy you that pretty dress you're wearing?" He
rocked his hips, sliding his cock through her hand.

   "Yeah, but..." She looked nervously at his cock.  "It's wrong!  And...I
don't do those things!"

   "Oh, please." He slid his hand through her long brown hair.  She yelped
when he grabbed a handful and pushed her head closer to his cock.  "You
think I believe you have a body like that and those blow job lips and
you've never sucked a cock before?"

   She widened her big doe eyes even more.  "That's no way to talk to your
little girl."

   "A little girl that walks around this house in tight little shorts and
slutty little dresses and shakes her ass and cock teases her daddy, doesn't
she?"

   "No." She tried to shake her head, but he had her hair and she winced,
then whimpered.  "I'm a good girl!"

   "You're a little tease and you use it to get away with being a bitch,
don't you?"

   "I..." She stopped when he nodded, and looking up at him through her eye
lashes, whispered, "Yes, Daddy.  I know you look so I show off to get my
way."

   "Does it get you wet when daddy looks?"

   She hesitated and with a sigh, Darren nodded, giving her the signal.

   "Yes,." She lowered her head as much as she could, her face inches from
his aching dick she was still holding.  "I'm sorry."

   "Don't be sorry, just stop acting like you're some kind of good girl and
be the little slut you are."

   He pushed on her head.  "Now open wide."

   He nodded quickly rather than have her wonder if she was supposed to or
not.  'Cassie' pressed her lips to his cock, smearing his pre cum on them,
while sliding her tongue out and flicking it across the front of his shaft.

   Her free hand caressed his balls while she rubbed his cock against her
cheek.

   "Like how your big dick looks in my face, daddy?"

   That was a good adlib, Darren thought as she opened wide and slapped the
head of his cock onto her soft pink tongue.

   "Not as much as I'm going to like how it looks in your mouth."

   She giggled, and his cock twitched in her hand.  God, he loved those
giggles, especially when they came from an adorable eighteen year old
kneeling between his legs.  In this case, 'Cassie' might be older, maybe
twenty, but damn she looked young and sounded the part.

   She ran her tongue up and down his shaft several times in rapid
succession, then surprised him by pushing his cock back and slurping on his
balls.  Darren thought about telling her to stop, after all, too much
experience ruined the game, but damn, it felt good.

   "You're teasing, your father." He said instead, and with another cock
inspiring giggle, she ran her tongue up to his tip, swirled it around in
fast wet circles, causing his hand to tighten in her hair.

   With no further hesitation, Cassie, parted her full, hot pink coated
lips, and slipped his cock between them.  He sighed contentedly and relaxed
into the pillow piled against his headboard as the hot young thing between
his legs bobbed her head while moaning and slobbering on his dick.

   "Look at me." He coaxed her when she'd had her eyes closed.

   She opened them and fixed her big eyes on his as she worked his cock
with an experience that belied his game.  Or did it?  It's not like he
hadn't wondered how much experience a certain barely legal little minx had
with sex.

   Right now however, his attention was on the minx between his thighs, and
it was well worth that attention.  Darren was naked, but 'Cassie' was lying
stretched out on her stomach in a short pink sun dress.

   Propped up on her elbows she had his cock pulled towards her so she
could work her hot young mouth along his shaft.  Darren released her hair
and placed both hands on her bare shoulders, marveling at how soft and
smooth her skin was.

   Cassie's-her real name was either Laurie or Lindsay, he forgot which,
but it didn't matter, they were all Cassie to him-long dark hair was fanned
across her back and he let his eyes roam along her slender young body in
the cute dress.

   His Cassie of the evening had a perfect body type, small and petite, but
not thin, just well proportioned.  Her breasts weren't large, but big
enough he could see some cleavage as she continued blowing him.

   She had the right amount of hips to give her a nice shape and her ass
plump enough to look good as she lay on the bed.  As he'd asked her to, her
legs were bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles showing him the
bottoms of her sexy little feet.

   She'd shown up in a pair of heeled sandals, but in his favorite position
for head he wanted her barefoot.  She'd also shown up in a mini skirt and
belly shirt, showing off her flat stomach with her pierced naval.

   Not that she looked bad, in fact he was hard barely thirty seconds after
she'd walked through the door, but he'd requested a simple cute sundress,
the kind real Cassie wore that drove him crazy.

   Darren should have let it go, but when he treated himself to this game,
and he'd been doing it far too often of late, he wanted his money's worth
and that meant having his exact fantasy.  Darren had went and got her one
of Cassie's dresses to wear.

   Up until that moment he hadn't thought he could sink lower as a father,
but letting an escort wear his daughter's dress while she pretended to be
her proved him wrong.  Now as he lay there watching his daughter du jour
take a break from sucking and resume fluttering her tongue along his shaft,
he thought she couldn't be more perfect.

   The same long curly brown hair and big dark eyes as Cassie along with
those sinfully and totally unfair sensual lips, this girl could pass for
her sister.  Even her body type was the same, the small, but shapely
figure, the handful that her breasts appeared to be, and an ass that seemed
a little plump for the rest of her.

   Darren moaned softly when 'Cassie' smiled up at him.  "Hmm, daddy,
you're so hard for your baby girl!"

   "Because my baby girl is so fucking sexy." He told her.  "You like
sucking daddy's dick?"

   "Love it!" She punctuated her remark by taking him back in her mouth and
moaning, her dark eyes rolling back as she resumed bobbing her head.

   Darren slid his hands up and down her arms, then under her hair and
across her smooth back.  She sighed at his touch and as he'd mentioned for
her to do earlier, playfully kicked her feet back and forth.

   Her toes were curled and Darren could make out pink nails that matched
her fingers and lips.  He slipped his hands back up through her hair, and
holding her head, thrust his hips.  'Cassie' whimpered and widened her eyes
again for him, damn she was good!

   "That's it, be a good girl and stay still while daddy fucks your mouth."
He was embarrassed to hear a tremble in his voice.

   Here he was a forty six year old man, a successful attorney, and
according to most women he knew, attractive enough to do well with women of
any age.  Yet here he was sounding like a nervous teenager as a girl young
enough to be his daughter sucked his cock.

   The fact she wasn't just around his daughter's age, but looked just like
her was the reason for that nervous excitement.  As always a small amount
of guilt and shame accompanied his lust.  It wasn't a coincidence she
looked like Cassie because all the girls he found looked like her, although
this girl was closer than most.

   He found them on escort websites and personal ads, always searching the
key word daddy for girls who were willing to play that role.  Paying the
girls added both to his shame, but also the thrill.

   Not like he had a choice.  He had no desire to go out and find a barely
legal girl to date and be like the other pathetic midlife crises
professionals he worked with who cheated on their wives or became a sugar
daddy to girls like this.

   As pathetic as those guys were though, he was worst, at least none of
them wanted to fuck their actual daughter.  On that thought his attention
returned to the Cassie of the hour and thrusting his cock repeatedly into
her willing mouth.

   She was whimpering and her face turned red as he fucked her hard while
holding her head still.  He swore his cock grew even harder as he wondered
if given a chance could he do this to the real Cassie?

   Could he force feed her his sizable cock?  Make her whimper and make
sloppy wet gagging noises?  Make her eyes water like the girl between his
legs were beginning to.  As soon as the question entered his mind, he
fucked her mouth even harder, pulling her head down on his rising cock.

   Darren thought about finishing like this, just shooting his load down
his 'daughter's throat, or maybe pulling it out and spraying it all over
her face.  He'd had many nasty dreams and thoughts of doing it to Cassie.

   He'd paint her face, a face that was a sexy mix of bratty young girl,
and sexy mature woman.  He imagined standing over her while she was on her
knees looking up at him, mouth wide open to catch daddy's load, but instead
he'd squirt it all over her face.

   Darren groaned and stopped thrusting his hips.  He was only paying for
an hour tonight and as much as he wanted to flood his role playing
daughters mouth, he wanted to make sure he could fuck her tight little
slit.

   "Be a good girl and take that pretty dress off," he told her while
releasing her hair and easing his cock from her mouth.

   His long shaft was covered in her spit and smeared with her hot pink
lipstick and as always when he did this, Darren couldn't believe how hard
he was.  Forty six wasn't old, but he certainly wasn't what he was in his
twenties, but yet when he played this game, or thought about his daughter
it was like turning back the clock.

   "But daddy, you shouldn't..."

   "Just do as daddy says!" Darren snapped.

   The girl was playing the game he'd told her he'd wanted, but as was
often the case his lust had the better of him.  He tried to play it through
with the reluctance a real daughter would have if her father wanted sex
from her, but he'd never had the patience to last for long.

   In the end he figured Cassie teased him enough every day and that made
it impossible to keep being teased when he took that frustration out on
young girls pretending to be her.

   "Yes, daddy." She rose to her knees between his legs, and his cock
twitched when she flashed the pout of a scolded child.

   She lifted the simple one piece dress that he'd seen Cassie wear just a
couple days ago and peeled it up over her head, tossing it onto the floor.

   "Look at you," Darren breathed.  "My little girl's all grown up."

   God this girl was perfect.  Per his request, she was naked beneath the
dress and Darren's eyes lingered on her incredible tits.  He'd guess a full
B, and they were standing up high and proud as only a young woman's could.

   Her pale pink nipples were hard and as he licked his lips in
anticipation of having them in his mouth, his gaze drifted down to her flat
stomach and the barbell she had pierced through her navel.

   But the best part was the smooth, pink, and hairless slit between her
supple thighs.  Darren's cock bobbed as he imagined shoving it inside that
tight cunt.

   "You like?" She cupped her tits for him.  "They're all yours." She
giggled.  "You helped make them after all."

   What a line!  Jesus, he might break his self-imposed rule of never going
with the same girl twice and bring this one back another night.

   "Then bring them to me." He extended his arms and sliding up between his
legs, she leaned over him.

   Darren put his hands on her shoulders and tried to go for a kiss, but
she turned her head to the side, giving him her neck.  He kissed her neck,
inhaling her perfume and enjoying the feel of her long hair on his face.

   He felt like an idiot going for the kiss.  Most of these girls didn't
kiss, and even if they did, there was nothing behind it.  A girl could fake
enjoying sex and put on a show giving head, hell they'd fake an orgasm, but
a kiss had to have feeling.

   Darren desperately wanted to kiss, Cassie.  To feel the lips she kissed
his cheek with every day on his and shove his tongue between them.  Right
now, however, he'd forget about that kiss and find a better place for his
mouth.

   He slid his lips across Laurie's, was that her name- Did it matter?-
neck and down the soft smooth skin of her chest.  She leaned back, still
cupping her breasts and offering them to him.  He eagerly accepted the
offer and groaned as he slid his hands beneath hers, and gave them a soft
squeeze.

   She squealed when he sucked her nipple between his lips and swinging her
leg over his thigh, straddled him.  As he fondled and sucked on her tits,
she ground her hips, rubbing her hot smooth pussy on his leg.

   Darren drew her close, putting his arms around her back while sucking
harder on her tit.  She moaned and continued to work her pussy into his
leg. At first she hadn't been wet, but the contact had gotten her going and
he could feel something warm and sticky on his leg.

   Nice trick, this girl had been doing this for a while.  It caused the
fantasy to lose a little steam, but having a naked twenty year old girl's
tit in your mouth and humping your leg was never a bad thing.

   "That feels so good!" She moaned for him, her hands running along his
arms and squeezing them.  "Oh, daddy, you're so sexy!" Her hands continued
up, now massaging his shoulders as he went back and forth between her tits,
sucking one nipple while rubbing the other between his fingertips.

   "I love how you suck my titties," she purred and he groaned around her
pink nub when she reached between them and grabbed his cock.  "But your
little girl's all wet now and really wants her daddy's big cock in her
tight little pussy."

   Darren had to admit he'd been thinking the exact same thing, but trying
to enjoy her tits a little more and show some patience, which was something
he sorely lacked in these little games.  In his fantasies he'd imagined
being the one to want to go slow, to tease, to show the skill and patience
of the older lover a daddy would be to his little girl.

   Yet every time he hired one of these luscious little girls and they
started calling him daddy and flaunting their succulent young bodies, he'd
reach a point where he just needed to fuck them.

   The way he needed and wanted to fuck his real daughter, but knew he
never could.

   His 'little girl' rose up higher on her knees, and sliding closer, swung
her leg over his hip so she was now straddling him.  Still holding his cock
she rubbed it along her now slick slit and he moaned when she slapped his
cock against her moist flesh.

   Darren put his hands on her hips and pushed, encouraging her to stop
teasing and sit on his aching cock.

   "Hold on, daddy." She leaned over and reaching out to the nightstand
picked up the condom she'd put there when she'd first followed him into his
room.

   "Hey, Laurie, you said you'd go bareback," he told her, squeezing her
hips and pushing his cock along her slick slit.

   "My names Lindsay," She rolled her dark eyes at him.  "But I'm Cassie to
you anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter." She held the condom in her hand.
"I'll go bareback, but it's another hundred."

   Talk about ruining a fantasy.  Then again, he thought, it would be just
like Cassie to try and get money or something out of him.  Not try,
succeed, he'd never been able to tell her no at any age.  Let alone now
when he had taboo fantasies about her.

   "I'll pay the hundred." He nodded toward the condom.  "I don't want
anything between my dick and your tight little snatch."

   "Daddy!" She slipped back into character.  "Is that any way to treat
your daughter?"

   "When she's a slutty cock tease it is." He replied, then groaned when
Lindsay dropped the condom, guided his cock to her tight little hole and
eased down on him.

   "Ow!" She yelped, and he was sure it was purely for his benefit. 
"Daddy, your cock's too big for my little pussy!"

   But pro or not, her twat was damn tight.  Darren loved the feeling of it
spreading around his thick shaft as she lowered herself until he was
completely engulfed in her young cunt.  Lindsay whimpered for him while
rocking her hips, sliding back and forth on his lap while he held her by
her slender hips.

   "How do I look riding your big dick, daddy?" She put her arms around his
neck and stifled his answer by shoving her tit into his face.

   Darren sucked on her nipple while she slowly rode him.  He squirmed
beneath her, moving his hips as much as he could and hoping she would take
the hint to go faster.  She continued to move slowly, however and he had
only himself to blame.

   He'd instructed her to act like a young nervous girl as much as she
could and she was playing the part well.  Lindsay was now moving up and
down, sliding up on his cock, then sitting back down on him.

   Each time she did, she released a sexy little yelp that caused his cock
to twitch inside her.  Lindsay leaned back from him, bracing her hands on
his knees behind her and working her hips.  Darren now had a full view of
not just her amazing tits and perfect body, but his cock invading that pink
hairless slit.

   "Well?" She wiggled her hips, working his cock around in her tight twat.
"How's your Cassie look sitting on your big fat cock?"

   At the mention of his daughter's name, Darren lost all patience with
trying to keep the game slow and teasing.  Pushing himself forward from
where he leaned against the headboard, he took Lindsay by her arms and
lifted her from his cock.

   Darren was a large man; just over six feet and well muscled from being a
life time gym rat.  The way he was able to not only lift Lindsay from his
lap while still sitting, but how easily he was able to shove her onto her
back between his legs, sent a thrill through him.  Lindsay yelped in
surprise, but remained where she was as Darren got to his knees on the bed.

   Grabbing her ankles; he lifted her legs and pressing the tip of his cock
against her slit, took a moment to admire the sight of his swollen purple
head against her pink flesh before driving himself into her with all the
strength in his hips.

   "Fuck!" Lindsay cried out and this time he had no doubt her reaction was
real and not part of the game.

   She yelped loudly each time he slammed his cock into her and her
delicious tits were bouncing as he held her legs up and fucked her like it
was the last time he'd ever have sex.  Darren loved the way his large hands
looked around her ankles, his fingers completely curled around them as he
held her legs up.

   "My little Cassie looks better on her back getting fucked like the
little fucking cock tease she is." He hissed as he pounded her.  "You like
this?  You like getting the fucking you deserve for being a little slut?"

   "Yes!" Lindsay cried out.  "This is why I tease you, I want my daddy to
fuck me like the bad girl I am!"

   Girl was good, but at this point Darren was no longer really seeing her.
As always when he cut loose, the young girl was no longer role playing
Cassie, but in his lust addled mind had become his sexy, luscious, cock
tease of a daughter.

   As he fucked Lindsay with long hard thrusts, his mind's eye saw Cassie.
Saw her brown eyes widen in surprise and a little pain as her daddy fucked
her harder than any of her stupid boyfriends she might have let fuck her.

   Those eyes would then glaze over in lust as pleasure replaced pain and
she moaned and squealed at the way her father's cock stuffed her tight
little cunt.  Her tits would look so good, bouncing just like Lindsay's and
her small perfect feet would be on his shoulders.

   He placed Lindsay's there and shifted his grip, sliding his hands behind
her knees as he leaned further over her.

   "Oh you're fucking me so hard, daddy!" She squealed.  "We shouldn't be
doing this though!  Its wrong!"

   He may have given up on the game, but Lindsay was hanging in there and
he would reward her for it as it just fueled his fantasy of this being his
real daughter.

   "You shouldn't tease me then!" His voice rose as his excitement grew and
he pushed her legs back more to the point her ass was lifting off the bed.
"Shouldn't walk around in those little shirts with no fucking bra on!"

   "Sorry, daddy!" She moaned, her eyes wide and her lip in a pout.  "I..."

   "Sorry because you're getting what you deserve!" he snapped at her,
taking his frustrations out on her the way he could never with Cassie.

   "Parading around in those goddamn tight shorts, showing off your legs
and that damn fine ass!" Darren lifted her feet from his shoulders and
lowering his head, placed them on either side of his face.

   "Even your feet are sexy, these pretty little toes and you're always
after me for money to get them painted!"

   He turned his head and taking her toes in his mouth sucked on them even
as he continued to fuck her.  Lindsay giggled, then yipped again when the
sound made him thrust harder into her.

   He switched to her other foot, licking her toes, then kissing the soft
sole of her foot.  Another moment of feeling ridiculous, but he was so
infatuated with his daughter he even fantasized about her feet.

   Especially when she wore stockings to her waitressing job.  She wore the
stockings with the high heels, short skirt and tight little top that showed
off her high proud breasts.

   That outfit was nothing compared to the one he'd commented on to the
latest victim of his borderline angry fucking.  Cassie wore shorts around
the house that wee skimpy enough to show off the tips of her ass cheeks and
rarely wore a bra leaving him trying not to stare at her nipples.

   A good father would tell her to put some damn clothes on and he wanted
to be a good father, but instead he just sat there, trying not to be caught
looking and with a raging hard on hidden beneath his newspaper or whatever
else he could cover his lap with.

   "Little fucking tramp." He breathed and releasing Lindsay's feet, pulled
his cock from inside her.

   His long thick shaft was glistening from her pussy and his head an angry
shade of purple.  He grabbed her by her thin hips and with a wrench of his
shoulders, flipped her onto her stomach.

   Lindsay cried out in surprise, but didn't resist as he pulled her hips
to raise her ass in the air.  She obediently pointed her ass at him,
keeping her head on the bed and crying out into the sheets when he squeezed
her hips and entered her with a long powerful thrust.

   Darren tore into her with a frenzied enthusiasm being driven by the
image of having the real Cassie on her knees in front of him.

   "Just like that!" He breathed.  "Face down ass up for your father."

   "Ow, daddy!" Lindsay whimpered.  "You're fucking me too hard!"

   "You love it and you know it!" He dealt the right side of her ass a hard
slap and her yelp caused him to slap the other side even harder.  "You're
never too old to get a spanking little girl!"

   He proceeded to pepper both sides of her ass with hard slaps.  Lindsay
had said through texts she was fine with being spanked, but he was going
pretty hard and made a note to give her some extra.

   She seemed okay with it, yelping and wiggling her rapidly reddening ass
at him.  Still, Darren eased up and put one hand on the small of her back.
He watched his cock slide in between her perfect ass cheeks which were now
sporting red imprints of his large hands.

   His cock looked incredible plundering her pink slit and it as an added
turn on with just how small Lindsay was and yet she was taking a hardcore
fucking from him as if it were nothing.  He reached down and grabbed her
long brown hair with his other hand, pulling it while he continued to go to
town on her.

   She moaned when he pulled it and her face was now as red as her ass as
Darren hammered away at her.

   "Daddy!  Oh, fuck daddy!" She whimpered.  "You're hurting my little
pussy!"

   She continued to whimper and the sound sent his hips into over drive. 
His balls were slapping against her clit and the room was filled with the
sound of his flesh pounding hers.  Darren looked to his right and caught
sight of himself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

   The reflected image of him fucking this hot young tart before him and
her resemblance to his tart sent him over the edge.

   "You little slut!" He moaned as he pounded towards his finish.  "You're
going to make daddy come!"

   "Come for me!" She implored him.  "Come for your little girl!"

   With a low moan, Darren whipped his cock from inside her and squeezing
it just under his swollen head, grabbed her left hip and rolled her onto
her back.  Wincing in discomfort from holding back his cum, Darren slid up
next to her and grabbing her hair, pulled her head up so she was facing his
cock.

   "Open wide, Cassie!"

   Lindsay opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue and he gasped
when he released his cock.  A long thick spurt squirted into her mouth and
she pushed it out with her tongue, letting it drool down her chin.

   "Yeah, look at you letting daddy paint your slutty face.  " Darren
pumped his cock furiously, spraying both sides of Lindsay's face with a
huge load while wishing it was Cassie.

   "Not the first load you've had in your face is it?" He asked softly. 
"Bet you love it, don't you?"

   "No, its gross!" Lindsay whined.  "Stop it, daddy!"

   The whining coaxed another spurt from his cock, this one hitting her in
the chin and sliding off onto her chest.

   "Stop whining and clean daddy's cock." He pushed his oozing cock into
her mouth and Lindsay sucked it, but widened her eyes and whimpered around
it.

   "Every drop." He instructed her.  "Drain daddy's balls like a good
girl."

   Lindsay sucked hard, milking a couple more drops onto her swirling
tongue.  She released his cock with a smack of her lips and sighed.

   "Wow, you really want to fuck your daughter, don't you?" She asked while
sitting up and smiling through a face full of cum.

   "It's just a game." He told her defensively.  "Unless you really want
your dad to fuck you; your ad said you love being daddy's little girl."

   "It's a niche." She put her hand out.  "Do you have something I can wipe
off with?"

   "Right, sorry." He slid over to the side of the bed, putting his feet on
the floor and leaning over to grab the towel on the nightstand he'd brought
in from the bathroom.

   "So you don't have a thing for your father?' He handed her the towel.

   "I suppose I should say yes to keep the game up, but not really." She
paused to wipe cum from her face.  "But I do like older men so maybe I have
daddy issues." She shrugged, making her perfect tits bounce fetchingly. 
"But never wanted my dad."

   "So then why do you think I want my daughter?" He took the towel from
her, then handed her a bottle of water from the night stand.

   "Because you're the one who not only wanted a daughter role play, but
even gave me the name." She took the bottle and drained half of it in
several long swallows.

   "Besides, you forgot to turn down one of the pictures of her in your
living room.  She's beautiful." She winked.  "Looks a lot like me."

   Darren put his back to her so she couldn't see the look of annoyance on
his face as he grabbed his boxers from floor and slipped them on over his
still dripping semi-hard cock.  He wasn't pissed at her, but at himself.

   He'd always done these at hotels, but Cassie was going out with a friend
and spending the night over their house and he'd wanted the additional
thrill of having his 'daughter' in his bed.

   "Plus," Lindsay continued.  "You gave me that cute dress to wear, took
it right out of her room."

   "Okay!" Darren grumbled while now pulling his jeans on.  "I thought you
girls didn't judge?"

   "Not judging, sweetie." Lindsay put her hands on his shoulders and
massaged them.  "We're just talking and its okay if you have a thing for
your daughter, it's pretty common."

   "Seriously?" He eyed the mirror, watching Lindsay as she knelt on the
bed behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

   "It wouldn't be all over porn sites and books if it wasn't." She leaned
closer and rubbed her nipples against his back.  "Every fantasy is
something someone wants or they wouldn't make money on them."

   "That makes sense." He nodded, but thought again how pathetic he was,
letting a twenty year old hooker justify and make him feel better about his
twisted fantasies.

   "So don't worry, you're getting your release in a healthy way because
you'd never want to really do this to your daughter."

   "Healthy release?" He turned to face her.

   "Hey, I'm a third year psych major." She giggled.  "Not just a pretty
face, daddy."

   "Great." He sighed, and sliding open his night stand drawer, removed two
hundreds from an envelope.  He'd already paid her the $150 for the hour,
but she'd been the best he'd had so far and he'd been a little rough with
her.  "Here, I got a little carried away on you."

   "Thank you!" She beamed, taking the money and giving his cock a squeeze
through his jeans.  "A good hard fuck and extra money.  I love my job!"

   "No you don't.  You just say that." He rolled his eyes.  "You can stop
the act.  You're a business woman schmoozing the client."

   "I'm a full time student with no time to date and boys my age are
useless."

   She slipped off the bed and walked around to where the clothes she
arrived in were piled on the other night stand.  Darren's eyes wandered
down her long curly brown hair flowing down her back and her firm ass that
still bore his red handprints.

   "Doing this I make money and yeah, sometimes the guys are creepy and two
pump chumps, but I get some good looking guys who know how to fuck and I
get into it."

   Darren watched her slip her thong on then step into the mini skirt as
she spoke.

   "I had a good time tonight.  You're attractive, in shape, got a great
cock and know what you want.  No games, no bull." She put her bra on and
after slipping the half shirt on over her head, smiled at him.  "I wouldn't
mind coming back sometime."

   "I don't like seeing the same girl twice." He told her.  "No offense."

   "Your choice, but the more we play the better it will get." She shoved
the two hundred he'd given her in her purse.  "We get together enough and I
get to know you, I'll even let you cum inside me."

   "You will?"

   "Course I will!" She reverted to the little girl voice she'd used
earlier.  "I'd love to have my daddy fill me up with his cum!" She flashed
him a sexy smile.  "And I know you've thought about shooting deep into your
hot little daughter."

   "Could I go down on you?" He felt like an idiot for asking, but he
yearned to bury his face between Cassie's firm young thighs, but hadn't
done it with any of the girls he'd paid so far.  But if he got to know
Lindsay maybe...

   "Hmm, you want to suck your little girl's clit?  Make her squirm and
come in her daddy's face?" Lindsay nodded.  "Sure."

   "Okay, maybe..."

   "Its an extra hundred."

   "Right."

   "I am a business woman." She smirked and sitting on the bed put on the
fuck me shoes she'd come in with.

   "A good one," he nodded.  "Maybe next week?"

   "Text me and I'll let you know when I'm around." She pointed to the
bedroom door.  "You going to walk me out?"

   "Sure." Darren didn't bother putting a shirt on as he would just shower
and end up going to bed after she left.

   He opened the bedroom door for Lindsay and before he left grabbed
Cassie's dress from the floor so he could put it back before he forgot. 
They walked down the hall and as they passed Cassie's room, he took some
solace in the fact he'd resisted the temptation to sink even further by
having Lindsay in his daughter's bed.

   He'd thought of it.  He could wash the sheets and have them back on the
bed before she came home, but that was too low even for him.  Oh, who was
he kidding?  He didn't do it because at that point it would be even more
obvious about how deep his fantasies about his daughter truly ran.

   Lindsay was walking in front of him, but stopped so quickly when she
passed through the archway leading to the living room he bumped into her.

   "Who the hell are you?" An all too familiar voice demanded.

   His stomach twisting in a not he peered past Lindsay to see Cassie
standing in the middle of the living room.

   Chapter Two

   "Cassie, what the hell are you doing home?" Darren asked, stepping
around Lindsay who remained standing in front of him.

   "I live here." Cassie replied, then pointed to Lindsay.  "She doesn't.
Who are you?"

   "I'm a friend of your dads from work." Lindsay replied.

   "Yeah, okay." Cassie nodded, then looked at him.  "I didn't know you had
to pay for friends these days."

   "Hey, its not like that I..." Lindsay started, but Cassie waved her hand
at her.

   "Please, I'm not stupid.  You're my age and just came out of my dad's
bedroom.  He doesn't even have a shirt on." Her face scrunched up.  "And
you're all sweaty and dressed like a slut."

   "I'm dressed like a slut?" Lindsay laughed.  "Take a good look in the
mirror because all you're missing is a free lunch sign."

   She wasn't kidding.  Even as Darren knew he needed to get Lindsay out of
here, his eyes were glued to his daughter.  Cassie had said she was going
out, but not where.  Judging by what she was wearing it must have been the
new under twenty one club that had opened recently.

   Her one piece blue dress was tight enough to be painted on and so short
calling it a mini would be giving it credit.  The hem of the dress hugged
her upper thighs showing off her legs.  Cassie was barely five two, but
well-proportioned and her legs were long and shapely and currently ending
in a pair of teal heels that were fuck me shoes if he ever saw a pair.

   The dress's neckline plunged down to her chest and tight enough to push
up her already perky breasts causing them to look as if they could pop out
of the dress if she leaned over.  Cassie's long curly brown hair had been
teased out, giving it a wild appearance.

   As always she wore hardly any make up, with her high cheek bones and
natural color in her cheeks she didn't need much, but her lips were a
different story.  Painted heavily in a deep red, the lipstick called
attention to her full, sensual, and in his un-fatherly opinion made for
cock sucking lips.

   Those lips drove Darren crazy.  They were a woman's lips, capable of
pleasing a man, but equally able to put on the pout of a spoiled little
brat.  That was Cassie's face in general.  Her dark expressive eyes would
be perfect bedroom eyes once she learned how to use them, but also wide and
innocent and she knew how to use that and had for years.

   His daughter had that perfect mix of immature girl and blossoming woman
that drove him wild and caused him to seek it in girls like Lindsay.

   "And you look like the luncheon special." Cassie replied to Lindsay,
snapping Darren out of the stupor staring at his inappropriately dressed
daughter had put him into.  Lindsay was right; Cassie could easily be a
working girl in that dress.

   "Hope you got a deal, daddy." Cassie smirked.  "Used cars should go for
less."

   Lindsay laughed.  "Least I've been driven.  Little daddy's girls like
you just tease." She turned to Darren and he cringed inwardly thinking she
would say something incriminating.  Instead she gave him a quick kiss on
the cheek.

   Behind her, he saw Cassie bristle at the kiss and a childish thrill went
through him that Lindsay kissing him annoyed her.  That thrill faded when
Lindsay whispered, "You're still holding her dress."

   She stayed in front of him and pushed his right hand where he held the
dress and with nothing else to do with it, he put his hand behind his back.

   "Thanks for everything." Lindsay turned and walked away from him.

   She paused next to Cassie and whispered something that caused his
daughter's eyes to widen.  Cassie looked as if she was about to reply, but
Lindsay kept whispering, keeping her voice low so Darren couldn't hear her.

   His stomach tightened again, what was she saying?  Was she warning
Cassie he had a thing for her?  Busting her balls her father had a daddy
thing?  Just being catty?  Cassie's smirk fell away to be replaced by a
scowl.  Lindsay laughed and went past her, walking to the front door with
some extra swing in her hips, shaking her ass for effect.

   But as hot as Lindsay was, not to mention the fact he just had that ass
in the air, she may as well not have been in the room now that the real
Cassie, and true object of his misguided lust, was in front of him.

   Lindsay closed the door behind her, and Darren decided not to try to
pretend.

   "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't think you'd be home."

   Cassie didn't speak right away, the frown still on her face from
whatever Lindsay said.  But after a deep breath, she stared at him and
shook her head.

   "A hooker, dad?  Really?"

   "Look, Cassie, I know I'm your father, but I'm a man too and I...well
there's things a man needs."

   "Things a man needs?" Cassie burst out laughing and Darren was surprised
the laugh wasn't harsh or mocking, but his daughter's usual big loud and
under most circumstances, contagious laugh.  "Come on, dad, I'm eighteen,
not eight.  You mean you need to get laid."

   "Watch your mouth, young lady." He told her, trying to sound like a
father even though he'd love nothing more than to watch his daughter's
mouth on him.

   "Watch my mouth?" Cassie rolled her eyes.  "I said laid, not get
fucked."

   "Cassie!" Darren was able to put a convincing amount of dismay in his
voice, but he was sure she had no idea, it was aimed at himself for getting
a cheap thrill out of hearing her talk like that.

   "Sorry, daddy." She giggled.  "I said a bad word."

   "Forget the bad words, what the hell are you doing dressed like that?"

   "Let me get this straight." Cassie walked over to him, her heels
clicking on the floor.  "I come home and see you with some girl you
probably found online, and you want to talk about my dress?"

   "I'm an adult.  I can..."

   "And so am I." She gave her head a dramatic toss, sending her long hair
flying over her shoulder.  "I'm eighteen now, you know."

   "You turned eighteen six months ago, and you're still a kid, and my kid.
I make the rules around here."

   "Guess there's no rule against hookers.  Maybe I should bring one home."

   "Don't be ridiculous."

   "Ridiculous is me seeing you with a girl my age and you paying her."

   "How the hell do you know I paid her?" He demanded.  "Maybe I just met
her somewhere and..."

   He stopped when she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.

   "You're always working and when you're not working, you're home." She
explained.  "Besides, you always call the guys you work with pathetic when
they date girls half their age."

   "But..."

   "Oh, for Christ's sake, dad, just own it, okay?" She pointed to him. 
"You always told me lying makes everything worse.  You were horny and
figured what the hell and paid some girl to...take care of those needs."

   Who was the attorney here?  The question ran through his mind as he
realized Cassie had him on the ropes.  In his defense, the situation was
pretty damn obvious, He decided to take his own advice she'd thrown back in
his face.

   "Fine, you're right.  She's an escort and I don't feel like going
through a bullshit dating game just to have some fun." He gestured to her
with his free hand.  "Better answer?"

   "But she was so young." Cassie complained.  "She was around my age."

   "What should I do, look for one in her forties?" Darren sighed.  "Look,
Cassie, like you said you're an adult.  Barely one, in my eyes, but you are
eighteen.  It was only sex.  Not like I'm going to be some midlife crisis
jack ass dating a girl that age."

   "No, just fucking one." She shrugged and his eyes immediately gravitated
to her tits where the tops of her smooth firm globes, bounced teasingly. 
"But, hey you're right dad, its only sex."

   "I'm right?" His eyes narrowed.  "You never say I'm right about
anything, but you will about this?"

   "Because you are right.  You work hard and you're a good looking guy and
you should get to have your fun."

   She gave him a genuine big Cassie smile, the one that he'd always loved
to see when he made her happy.  The fact she'd complimented him made him
want to smile, but the idea his daughter saying he was good looking gave
him a thrill was lame enough to keep him from doing it.

   "You deserve it, dad.  Hard working guys like you need to relax and
enjoy some attention."

   Darren frowned at the way she'd say that.  Those words weren't the way a
girl her age would think.  It also sounded like a variation of what all the
hot young escorts put in their ads.  Was she still busting his chops?

   "I was just surprised how young she was." Cassie went on.  "I know guys
your age like young girls, but I thought you'd at least find one in her
twenties.  You don't think I'm a woman, but you think they are."

   "You're my little girl." He told her.  "Always will be so I'm sorry if I
don't see you like I see a girl like Lindsay."

   "That's sweet, sort of." Cassie giggled.  "You're my little girl and I'd
never think of you like a whore."

   "Cassie!"

   "Just kidding.  I get it dad.  Like I said her age kind of surprised me
and that you'd do it here."

   "You weren't supposed to be home." He walked over to the couch, but kept
his body partially turned so she couldn't see what he was holding behind
his back.  "Why are you home?"

   "He was supposed to have the place to himself but his roommate ended up
coming home early from a trip."

   "He?" Darren had made to the couch and was hoping she'd turn around or
look away so he could shove the dress behind the cushion, but after that
comment the dress wasn't the most important thing in his mind anymore. 
"What do you mean he?"

   "I was going to spend the night with Rob."

   "Rob?" Darren frowned.  "Never heard you mention him and you lied, you
said a friend's house."

   "He is a friend." She laughed.  "I just left out the benefits part."

   "What?  You're fooling around with a guy who isn't even your boyfriend?"

   "I have no time for a boyfriend.  Besides why should I just be with one
guy?  I want to have fun, not be locked in."

   "Cassie!" Darren exclaimed.  "That's..." That's what?  A double standard
because he'd just paid a girl not much older than her to fuck him and he
had no moral judgments on her.  "That's wrong," He tried.  "You should be
with someone you care about."

   "All I care about is a good time." Cassie told him.  "I'm careful, dad.
I don't go with guys I've just met." She giggled.  "Except once, and he was
really..."

   "Stop talking!" He snapped.  "I know you're a woman now and you're a
very pretty girl and," Hot as hell he wished he could say, but kept it
fatherly.  "But you shouldn't be sleeping around.  You know how guys talk
about girls who are easy."

   "Who said I was easy?" Cassie demanded, her dark eyes flashing.

   "Well if you're fooling around with guys you don't care about what is
it?"

   "I'm not easy and I'm not cheap." She paused, then giggled as if she'd
said something funny.

   "Guys will see it that way."

   "Who cares what they see or think?  If I have a good time that's all
that matters.  Besides, dad, it's like you told me just now."

   "What was that?" He asked warily, feeling as if she'd just set him up
for something.

   His feeling was confirmed when she flashed him a huge smile.  "It's only
sex, daddy!"

   "Don't throw that back at me!" He pointed to her.  "I'm a goddamn adult
and I..."

   "You're a man and that's the difference, isn't it?" This time the flash
of anger went past her eyes and showed in a scowl.  "Its okay for guys to
stick their dick in anything that moves, but if a girl does that?  She's a
slut."

   "I never said that."

   "No, you said easy.  But I guess you don't like easy because easy is
free and you like to pay for it." She shook her head at him.  "So its not
okay to be a slut, but being a whore is okay?"

   "This conversation is over." He took a chance and dropped the dress
behind the couch and crossed his arms over his chest.  "I admitted what I
did and I'm not saying its right, but its right for me and that's all that
counts."

   "And what I do is right for me." She mocked him by crossing her arms,
mimicking his pose.

   Darren could deal with it however; as the move pushed her breasts up
even higher in the already low cut dress.  Here he was arguing with her,
and putting up with her attitude because all he could think of was how damn
sexy she was.

   That and he'd love to make her pay for that attitude by giving her a
damn hard fucking none of her little friends with benefits could even
imagine.  Like the fucking he'd just given Lindsay, but something told him
that if he ever got his hands on his daughter, he would be even nastier
because the little brat pissed him off to no end.

   As if she'd heard that last thought and sought to prove him right,
Cassie dropped her arms from across her chest and walked past him, heading
for the hallway.

   "Where do you think you're going?" He should let her go because the
conversation wasn't getting anywhere, but it was the fact she did this all
the time, just stormed off on him when she didn't like what he was saying.

   "I'm going to go shower Rob off me and go to bed."

   "Cassie, that's crude!" He gasped while forcing himself not to envision
her in the shower.

   "I am crude, its goes along with easy." Cassie stopped when she stepped
off the carpet of the living room and onto the hardwood floor of the
hallway.

   "I never said you were..."

   "And I know; no heels on your expensive floor." Putting her hand against
the wall, she bent her left leg at the knee, slipping off her heel, and
then repeated the action with the other leg.

   "It's tongue in groove, honey!" She laughed repeating what he'd told her
countless times since he'd had the floor redone last year.  "Is that what
you paid for tonight dad, a little tongue in groove?"

   Darren knew he should tell her to get her ass back in front of him and
ream her for talking to him like that.  But her ass was the reason he
couldn't.  Even leaning over just to slip her shoes off the hem of the mini
dress rose enough to show him just a tease of her cheeks.

   He admired the view, taking in her legs as well, the supple backs of her
thighs and even her bare foot as she kept her right one up, rubbing it
briefly.  She dropped one of the shoes and when she bent over to pick it up
he was treated with a good look at most of her ass, which was barely
covered in the blue thong.

   "Feel a little draft?" He cracked.

   "What?" She straightened and looked over her shoulder.

   "That dress, your ass is hanging out.  I told you before I don't like
you dressing that way."

   She sighed, "My bad."

   "It is." Even though he didn't mind, he still needed to try and be a
father despite his misplaced lust for her.  Fact was part of why he didn't
want her dressing like that is it drove him crazy.

   "I should have changed before I came home." She smirked and putting her
back to him strolled down the hallway, carrying her fuck me shoes and
humming.

   "Who said we were done talking?" He asked lamely as Cassie did what she
always did, whatever she wanted.

   "I did." She called out without turning.  "This way you can go hide your
little friend's thong or bra or whatever you were hiding behind your back."

   She entered the bathroom with a laugh, closing the door behind her.

   Chapter Three

   Darren waited until he heard the water running in the shower, then went
into Cassie's room.

   "Thought girls were supposed to be neat." He muttered, taking in the
piles of clothes strewn about the room along with books, DVDs and at least
two dozen stuffed animals Cassie refused to part with despite being a
self-proclaimed adult.

   Her bed wasn't made and there was a collection of empty plastic water
bottles lined up on her nightstand and some falling out of her over flowing
wastepaper basket.  The only neat thing in the room was the section of her
desk where her lap top sat with a stack of her text books and a neat row of
pens, and notepads.

   He went into her closet, hanging the dress up with the other dozen or so
similar ones in an array of colors.  Over the dresses was a shelf
containing Cassie's shoes.  Like her desk, the shoes were neat and rather
than get out of her room quickly, he stared at them.

   Like the dresses, the shoes were in an assortment of colors and unlike
the more sensible shoes and sneakers lined up on the floor under the
dresses, these shoes were her 'work shoes as she referred to them because
she wore them the nights she served drinks at the restaurant in the
cocktail area.

   Darren could think of another, more fitting, name for them.  Fuck me
shoes.  He could see each and every pair being worn to a club, and more
importantly being kept on after the club.  Darren reached out and rubbed
his fingers across a pair of blue crushed velvet heels that had to be five
inches.

   His cock, despite having been quite satisfied not more than twenty
minutes ago, swelled at just the thought of these shoes, or any of them as
a matter of fact, up on his shoulders.  Even better, using them as handles
while fucking his daughter doggie style.

   Or her lying between his legs as Lindsay had done with her legs up,
crossed at the ankles.  He did like bare feet, but if it were Cassie he'd
want to see some of these shoes in his favorite pose.  Shoes and nothing
else.

   His cock was now fully erect and again it amazed him how much the
thought of doing the unthinkable, turned him on.  Not that his sex drive
was bad, but he wasn't twenty anymore.  Yet thinking about his daughter, or
playing with a girl pretending to be her turned back the clock to his
younger days when a damn breeze could get him hard.

   Darren was sure Cassie, along with her slutty shoes, had the same effect
at her job.  He didn't like her waitressing.  At least not dressed like
that, but he had pushed her to get a part time job so she'd know what work
was.

   The upside was he'd checked it out a couple of nights when she first
started and it was high end professional men who populated the cocktail
area and who brought clients there for dinner which made him feel better
than if it was some place populated by blue collar drunks or idiot frat
boys.

   The downside was Darren knew those guys were dogs in heat, and his
daughter was a damn tasty looking treat who as he was painfully aware, knew
how to strut her stuff.  He couldn't imagine how many times she'd not only
been hit on, but flat out propositioned.

   But after the second time he'd gone there Cassie had gotten upset and
told him not to show up and spy on her, that she was fine and if he wanted
her to work and be an adult then let her be one.  Besides, what did he
think was going to happen?

   He hoped nothing.  He'd always assumed Cassie was a typical tease. 
Knowing what she had to some extent, but not fully understanding the effect
she had on older men.  Sure guys her age were all over her, but those boys
took a girl like her for granted, thinking their entire life was going to
be surrounded by hot women.

   But older men like himself had a deeper appreciation for a hot young
thing because they'd dealt with drama and BS, bad marriages, women who were
into money and careers more than sex.  A hot young girl was a reminder of
when fun was fun and real life didn't need to get involved.

   As his eyes turned from her shoes to the row of dresses, Darren's eyes
narrowed.  On the back wall of the closet behind the pole where her dresses
were hung he noticed the tops of two hangars attached to nails on the wall.

   They were hung lower than the dresses in front of him and he only
noticed because he'd stepped close to look at the shoes and was tall enough
to see over the rack.  Pushing the dresses in front of him to the side he
was confronted with two black bags, covering whatever she had hung there.

   He reached out to lift the bag on the right and briefly hesitated. 
Cassie could come in any minute.  Then again she was known for taking long
showers to the point he used to yell at her for using up all the hot water.

   His curiosity over ruling caution, he lifted the bag to see what was
beneath it.  He found himself staring at an emerald green dress that looked
as short as the blue one she had on when she came in.

   Behind it was a red one that was longer, but the front had neckline that
looked as if it would plunge down to her damn stomach.  There were two more
dresses, one black, one pink that were equally slutty.

   Something dawned on him and leaning back he looked up at the row of
shoes.  He quickly spotted fuck me heels and sandals that matched the
colors of the dress.  Darren had never seen any of the dresses before and
knew they weren't for work.  They must be her club outfits she wore behind
his back.

   He pulled the bag back down and lifted the other.  His eyes widened when
he saw what was in front of him.

   A white dress shirt, with a short plaid skirt along with a pair of white
stockings and a man's black tie attached to the top of the hangar.  Behind
it was a cheerleader outfit.  Cassie had been one in high school, but this
wasn't her schools colors.

   Darren pulled it forward to see what else was on the hook and frowned at
what looked like a slutty candy striper or nurse's outfit.  What the hell
were these for?  He draped the bag back over them and started to turn when
his eyes caught sight of another bag hanging on the far left wall of the
closet.

   He was even more surprised when he saw what was behind this one.  A
light blue baby doll nightie.  The front was transparent lace with a tie
just under her breasts leaving the bottom to fall open and expose her
stomach.  The only part not transparent was two dark blue bows that would
cover her nipples.

   He lifted the bag over the hook so he could see everything and he shook
his head at the sight of a half dozen sets of lingerie.  A couple were
identical to the blue one, just in black and pink.  Others were two piece
sets, lace bras and minimal thongs with matching short silk robes.

   Cassie had these in an array of bright colors and he knew there were
shoes above him that would perfectly match them.  A blood red two piece set
also had black fishnets clipped to the hangar and he ran his fingers over
the material, his cock throbbing as he envisioned his daughter's legs in
the stockings.

   There were garters attached to a teal ensemble that featured matching
stockings and laced up the middle.  Even through his lust, Darren noted
some of the lingerie was much older than a girl his daughter's age would
wear.

   Hell, back in his day his girlfriends in high school and even college
rarely wore anything like this.  He knew things were a lot more advanced
today, but garters?  The second, and more important, burning question was
who was she wearing this for?

   Darren slid the bag back down over the lingerie and slid her dresses
back into place.  He left her closet with the intent to leave her room, but
instead remained standing there, not sure what he was looking for.

   The question of the lingerie was a tough one.  He'd prided himself on
never snooping on Cassie, and didn't want to break her trust by confronting
her.  This was one of the few times he wished Donna was still here.

   A mother could get away with more in the way of snooping and certainly
talk more easily to her daughter about sex and men.  But in the end of
their marriage it seemed sex and men other than Darren was what his ex wife
was more interested in than her husband and daughter.

   Donna has been so interested in one man, a much younger one, that once
the divorce was final five years ago, she'd left the state with her boy toy
and made him husband number two.  More accurately victim number two as
Darren had discovered she'd cheated on him with another young man and he
divorced her as well.

   He sometimes wondered if his fixation with young girls was steeped in a
sub conscious revenge on her for cheating on him with men barely in their
twenties.  Donna had become a milf- cougar screwing with cubs and not long
after the divorce he had found himself attracted to young girls.

   In those days it was a harmless enough infatuation; first watching a lot
of barely legal porn which in time led to the why not of hiring some young
girls to have some fun with.  That was on the sleazy side, but to him
prostitution was like any sales transaction.  He wanted something, they had
it, he paid for it, everyone was happy.

   But watching barely legal porn led him to watching step daughter videos.
He figured what the hell, they weren't real daughters, and shit, they
weren't real anyway, just actors.  The videos made him hotter and harder
than the other videos by far.

   When the girl the video would beg daddy to fuck her, it sent a thrill
through him he'd never experienced before.  From there it had devolved into
'real taboo' with the actress posing as a real daughter.

   Darren was an educated man.  Not just educated, but as an attorney
everything was steeped in fact and interpreting those facts and being able
to do so with no bias.  He knew that any obsession or addiction started
with one thing and would keep leading you deeper down the rabbit hole.

   Yet he'd been unable to keep himself from falling down the rabbit hole
when he'd watched a video of a daughter who was a spoiled back talking brat
who paraded around the house barely dressed.  She'd pushed the father over
the edge and not only did he fuck her, but roughly and calling her names
the entire time.

   The daughter had responded in kind, referring to herself a nasty little
slut and had caused Darren to explode in his hand when she'd looked at her
'father' with a face full of cum and declared herself daddy's little cum
dumpster.

   The video had him more worked up than anything he'd seen before.  He'd
begun looking for videos along those lines where father's punished their
daughters by giving them the hard fucking they were begging for and telling
them what little whores they were.

   From there his attention had turned to his own daughter.  He hadn't
meant for it to happen, but he couldn't help noticing Cassie was like the
girls in the videos.  She was a spoiled brat, mouthed off to him, half the
time didn't listen to him, but most of all was flat out criminally hot and
showed off around him all the time.

   Darren knew she wasn't trying to tease, she just wore what she wanted
and paid no attention to him when he mentioned she showed too much skin. 
When she'd made the comment, "so what, you're my dad, its not like you
look." He'd been wracked with guilt and swore off the videos.

   The issue was the live in the flesh embodiment of those videos that he
saw every day.  Cassie become those girls to him and he found himself
thinking of her in ways he shouldn't.  Darren would sit on the couch
watching her strut around in her skin tight shorts with that bratty look on
her face and picture bending her over the couch and spanking her, calling
her a little bitch and pounded her tight little pussy.

   He couldn't stop the thoughts and it led to masturbating to them.  He'd
lay there at night like a teenage boy who'd never gotten his dick wet
jacking off to a girl he knew he could never have.  He'd hoped it would
relieve his frustration or even make him so guilty he'd give up on the
fantasies.

   Yet the thoughts became a flat out obsession to where he felt like he
was living in a porn script.  Anytime Cassie walked by him or said
something out of line, he'd think about ravaging her.  Making her say she
was sorry, then begging for more of daddy's cock because she loved it so
much.

   The worst was when she'd lay out by the pool in a bikini he used to yell
at her about, but now let her wear it because he liked to look.  A couple
of times he'd looked out to see she'd untied the top while on her stomach
and he'd sunk to the level of yelling her name to see if he'd startle her
enough to sit up and give him a look at her breasts.

   He imagined her breasts as things of wonder.  Like Lindsay's soft, firm,
proud and so fucking smooth and young.  Darren had jacked off several times
while sitting by the window and staring at his daughter's luscious young
body glistening in tanning oil.

   Darren rubbed at the raging hard on in his jeans and shook his head,
trying to clear it.  He turned in a circle in Cassie's room still wondering
what exactly he was looking for.  His eyes landed on a picture of Cassie
and Donna taken at the beach.

   In the picture Cassie was much younger, but already the spitting image
of her mother.  Another fact the lawyer in him had picked up on was
Cassie's resemblance to the ex wife that cheated on him and was a raging
bitch at the end was part of what fueled his fantasies.

   Now at eighteen Cassie, resembled her even more.  Her facial features
and mannerisms were her mother's right down to the attitude.  Donna never
pouted, but Cassie had her mother's nasty smirk.

   She even had her mother's body type.  Short and petite, but well-shaped
with long legs and wore the same size bra.  Darren had noticed that the
night he'd slid further down the rabbit hole and jacked off into one of
Cassie's bras that had gotten mixed in with his laundry.

   It wasn't long after that he'd decided to try getting his fantasies out
by way of surrogate.  Not knowing much about escorts, he figured he'd have
to find one and talk them into the daddy role play.  To his surprise, and
great appreciation, the adult personals he was 'shopping' on were full of
young girls looking for a daddy.

   He promised he'd do it just once.  Play the daddy game, call her Cassie,
get it out of his system.  Now he was doing it once a week and didn't see
himself stopping.  At this point he'd gone from telling himself he'd stop
to saying it was harmless and didn't he deserve to have some fun? 
Justifying like any other addict.

   Darren looked away from the picture and walking over next to Cassie's
unmade bed, cocked his head, listening for the shower.  The water was still
running and unsure of what he was looking for he opened the top drawer of
her night stand.

   "Oh, fuck me," he whispered at the sight of a pink vibrator.

   His hand was already reaching for it, but he stopped himself.  Darren
had already sunk to jerking off in her bra and sniffing one of her thongs
that she'd dropped on her way out of the bathroom.  He'd seen her do it and
rather than tell her she dropped something had waited until she went in her
room and then sniffed it like goddamn pathetic teenager.

   The scent of his daughter had him hard in seconds, but in that instance
he scraped up some dignity and went and hung it on her doorknob like he'd
been doing since she was old enough to wear bras and other 'unmentionables'
and leave them in the dryer.

   Darren stared hungrily at the vibrator with the immature, but
nonetheless hot thought of, 'this had been inside her' running through his
mind.  He was losing the battle and in the process of picking it up when
his eyes landed on a box of condoms.

   It was towards the back of the drawer and he could only see the edge of
the box.  Darren eased the drawer open further and noticed it was a three
pack.  He forced himself to think rationally, and not like a father. 
Cassie was sexually active and the condoms meant she was being safe about
it.

   Then he noticed there were a half dozen three packs in the back part of
the drawer.  The father in him took over.  Why would she need that many? 
His mind spun back to the lingerie and sexy dresses she was hiding and her
comments earlier about having friends with benefits and sleeping around
rather than having a boyfriend.

   Was she sleeping around so much she needed to carry more condoms than a
damn drug store?  Darren closed the drawer, the condoms having curbed his
desire to pick up the toy.  He turned away from the nightstand and stared
at the closet door.

   There was something nagging at the back of his mind and he had the
feeling he was missing something.  He stood in the middle of her room
facing the closet.  For some reason he felt what he'd seen in there had
something to do with whatever it was that was eluding him.

   Darren walked back to the closet and opening it, stepped inside.  He put
his hand on the dress he'd let Lindsay 'borrow' and slid it to the side to
look at the hidden garments behind them again.

   "Ahem."

   "Shit." He muttered, and with a sigh of resignation turned around.

   "Let me guess," Cassie said once he was facing her.  "You took a wrong
turn on the way to your room?"

   "I..." Darren hadn't been sure what he was going to say, but it wouldn't
have mattered because the sight before him had him speechless.

   Cassie stood there with just a towel wrapped around her nubile young
body, her hair still wet from the shower, falling down over her shoulders.
Darren's heart pounded as he fought to keep his eyes off of her chest where
the towel was tucked in.

   He had to blink away the image of the towel falling away, exposing her
body to him.

   "Well?" She raised her eyebrows and that move made him think again of
how much she resembled her mother, especially when she was in bitch mode.

   Well?  He repeated the question to himself.  Rather than answer the
question he had no answer for he decided to stall.

   "Since when do you walk around the house in just a towel?" He was
impressed with the fact he sounded offended.  Being an attorney had its
perks, especially when it came to acting.  He pointed to her.

   "That things barely staying up."

   "I forgot to bring my robe in with me." She shrugged and for a heart
stopping instant, Darren thought the towel was going to slip.  "Seeing it's
almost midnight, and you had just gotten your needs met I figured you'd be
in bed."

   "Even if I was, what if I came out to..."

   "Not to mention," Cassie spoke over him.  "You're standing there with no
shirt, no shoes and..." She pointed downward and whispered, "You're fly's
halfway down."

   Darren looked down and not only saw she was right, but his cock was
still semi hard and presenting a pronounced bulge in his jeans.  He quickly
zipped up, hoping no part of him had been visible.

   "That girl must not have been too good." Cassie flashed the smirk.  "You
still look like you have a need."

   "Watch you're goddamn mouth, little girl!" Darren's anger was real, but
directed as much at himself for not only putting himself in this situation,
but the 'need' Cassie pointed out was a reaction to her.  "You shouldn't
even be noticing things like that.  I'm your father."

   "You're also a guy, and a good looking one." Her words caused his eyes
to widen.  "And I may be your daughter, but I'm a woman too." She unleashed
that goddamn giggle.  "Guess I just have a habit of looking at guys
crotches."

   "Seems like you're doing more than looking." Darren pointed out.

   "Back to that again?" Cassie sighed dramatically.  "Kind of hard to
lecture me on sex when you're screwing call girls."

   "Back to I'm an adult, a real one, not one who thinks because she's
eighteen she knows it all." For the first time in awhile, Darren felt like
an actual father rather than a dirty old man with lewd fantasies about his
daughter, and kept going.

   "There's a line between having fun and having guys think you're a damn
slut and if they think you're a slut?  It gets to the point when you say
no, they won't think it really means no."

   "I'm careful, dad." She shook her head.  "Try trusting me just a
little."

   "How many guys have you been with?" He asked abruptly, now wondering if
he were still in dad mode or had slipped back into lecherous old man mode.

   "None of your business." She waved her hand at him.  "And it shouldn't
matter."

   "Yes, it..."

   "Its just sex dad, you said it yourself.  I have needs, you know."

   "Stop mocking me." Darren warned her.  "You think I can't still ground
your mouthy ass?"

   "I think you haven't told me what you were doing in my closet." Cassie
stepped closer so she was now in the doorway of the large closet.

   "What's that smell?" She made a show of sniffing.

   "Smell?"

   Darren wasn't sure what she smelled, but he caught a whiff of her
shampoo mixed with the raspberry body lotion she used.  Cassie leaned close
enough for her damp hair to brush his bare chest and the contact sent a
shiver through him.  She titled her head so she was looking up at him and
he had the insane thought she was going to kiss him.

   "Pew!" She scrunched her nose up.  "It's whatever cheap perfume your
little friend was wearing, it's still all over you."

   She eased back from him and gasped, when the towel came loose and began
to fall.  For a heart stopping second, Darren thought he was going to get a
look at the tits he'd been fantasizing about for the past few months.

   "Oops!" Cassie laughed as she caught the towel, pressing it to her
breasts.  It had slipped enough he could just make out the pink skin of her
areola.  Her hand holding the towel pushed her tits up even higher and
Darren had to look away.

   "It's okay, dad, the girls didn't get out."

   Darren felt like an asshole.  His daughter thought he was looking away
because that's what a father would do.  She had no clue he was looking away
because if he didn't he'd stare blatantly and his cock would announce its
presence once more.

   "The girls?" Even with his current though he couldn't help grinning. 
"Really?"

   "Better than the twins, no?"

   "I suppose."

   "Or I could have said don't worry, dad, my tits are covered."

   "There's that mouth again." He shook his head, as much to try and shake
off the effect of hearing his daughter say tits, as to show his annoyance.
"How about you come straight home from class all next week?"

   "How about you tell me why you were in my closet?" She fixed the towel,
tucking it in between her breasts then crossing her arms over them.  "I
want to know."

   The look on her face was pure Donna.  Her dark eyes flashing and her
full lips set in a frown.  He glanced down and sure enough, just like her
mother when she was mad her left leg was bent slightly, her toes on the
floor, heel in the air.

   Cassie's toes were the same blue as her fingers and the dress had been,
and the position showed off the shape of her calf nicely.  Christ, get a
fucking grip, Darren!

   "Because I can be, how's that?" He told her and put his hand on her
shoulder.  "Now move so I can get out of your closet."

   "I want to know." She refused to move.  "Are you snooping on me?"

   "You have something to hide?" He baited her.

   "If I do its only because you hate to think of me as a woman." Cassie
titled her chin up, another one of her mother's moves when she knew she'd
made a point.

   Fact was she had made one, a good one.  To her, if Darren had looked at
the outfits she'd hidden it fit her comment perfectly.  If he hadn't it
might make him hesitate to look out of embarrassment.  Little did she know,
her father was all about her being a woman.

   She'd put the ball in his court and he decided not to back down.

   "What's with all the slutty outfits?  That what you change into at your
friend's house to go to the club?"

   "So I'm a slut if I wear them?  Nice dad, you just called your daughter
a slut."

   She made a show of looking offended, spun on her heel and walked away
from him.  Darren feasted on the sight of the smooth tanned skin of her
upper back with her wet hair flowing across it.

   His eyes quickly gravitated to her thighs where the towel didn't cover
much past the cheeks of her ass.

   "No, I said the outfits are slutty.  I know you're not." Did he?  Those
clothes, the condoms?  Again something scratched at the back of his mind.
What the hell was he missing?

   "If someone wears proper clothes they're proper.  If someone wears
slutty clothes then..." Cassie sat on the edge of her bed and as Darren
approached he couldn't help staring down at her cleavage.

   He could see her tan lines and the contrast of the top half of her tits
being bronzed and the rest the creamy white of her natural complexion had
his dick stirring.  Goddamn he'd just fucked a red hot young girl who
played his fantasy for him, how could he be this fucking horny?

   Because that was a fantasy and the real thing was sitting in front of
him in a damn towel, her hair wet and now wearing the petulant pout that
drove him crazy.  Turning, he spotted her robe balled up on the small chair
she liked to read in by the window.

   Darren walked over and picking it up, came back and handed it to her. 
"Put this on, Cass, you really shouldn't be sitting there like that in
front of me."

   "Back to that again." Cassie muttered, but took the robe and slipped it
on.  "Don't know why it bothers you.  I'm your daughter."

   As she reached her arms back to slide into the sleeves the towel started
to fall and again his reflexes took over and he quickly put his back to
her. He remained where he was until the towel hit him in the back of the
head and fell over his face.

   "You can turn around now."

   Darren took a second to inhale the scent of her body wash from the towel
before pulling it from hover his head and tossing it on top the overflowing
hamper.  When he turned Cassie had turned on the bed and was sitting
against her pillows, her long legs stretched out in front of her.

   She was still sulking, now playing hurt little girl mode and he had to
stifle a laugh when she grabbed her old Pooh Bear she'd had since she was
three and hugged it to her.

   "Playing it up are we?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not
to stare at her legs.

   Instead he looked at her face which now without makeup and her brown
eyes widened for effect she looked like a little girl and not a mature
woman.  He felt a wave of shame that seeing her like this, demure and
innocent looking turned him on more than when she was in 'hot mode' as he
referred to it.

   "You hurt my feelings." She pushed her lip out.  "Said I'm a slut." The
lip trembled and he knew the crocodile tears were next.

   "I told you that's not what I said.  What I was saying is if you dress
like one and you're..." he searched for the word.  "Let's say friendly,
guys will say you are a slut."

   "That's not fair." She surprised him when her eyes flashed in anger
rather than keep up with the hurt feeling routine.

   "A guy bangs every girl in sight he's a damn stud.  A girl has sex with
a bunch of guys she's a pig." She raised her eyebrows in a challenge. 
"Tell me I'm wrong."

   "You're not, and you're right, it's a double standard and not fair." He
admitted.  "But life isn't fair and you should think about it because some
day you'll meet a guy you want more than sex from and..."

   "And he won't want me because I'm a slut?" She stuck her tongue out and
blew a raspberry.  "Then fuck him."

   "Cassie!"

   "Seriously, know what that is, dad?  Cold male insecurity plain and
simple.  Guys say they want this wild girl in bed, but when they get one
its...how'd you get so wild?  How many guys you been with?"

   "Can't argue." Darren nodded.  "Lot of guys are all talk."

   "Then they wonder were they better?  Were their dicks bigger?  Did she
swallow for him?  Did she..."

   "What's with the goddamn sex talk?" Darren demanded.

   "I thought you said we could always talk about anything?"

   "We can, but I'm a guy and know what guys think.  I don't need details
or you talking like a porn star."

   "If you think that's X-rated you haven't watched porn in a long time."
She smirked, then to his disbelief went into a series of moans, "Oh, yeah!
Oh.  Baby, hmm, give it to me just like that!"

   Darren tried to speak, tell her to stop, but he couldn't.  Then Cassie
released several high pitched yelps and squeals.  "Oh fuck, oh you're so
big it hurts!  I've never had a co..."

   "Cassie shut up!" He yelled at her, again his rage directed more at him
than her because he could have closed his eyes and listened to her do that
all night while wishing she was doing it in his ear.

   "Sorry, daddy." Cassie looked genuinely contrite as well as nervous. 
Darren couldn't remember the last time he'd really yelled at her like that.

   "You think I don't get what you're doing?" He lowered his voice, but his
anger still came through.  "You caught me with a hooker, now you're talking
about sex and boys and sounding like a phone sex operator.  I get it, you
think I'm an old pervert."

   "No." She shook her head.  "You're not old, dad."

   "I..." He stopped when he realized what she'd said and stared at her as
she lost the battle to hold back a small smile.  "Funny." But as her smile
spread he found himself calming down.  "I see what you did there."

   "You're right, I'm teasing you because of that girl." Cassie shrugged
and Darren was glad the robe was baggy and he couldn't see her braless
breasts bounce anymore.  "That and you saying its just sex is okay for you,
but not me."

   "I say it because I care what people think of you."

   "You don't care what I think of you?  You had that girl in our house in
your bed." She grunted.  "Come on dad, you can afford a motel."

   "You weren't supposed to be home, but you're right." Darren told her,
then slipped in a dig of his own.  "Next time will be a motel."

   "Good because, trust me, a motel is a lot better than a back seat."

   "What?"

   "Joking!" She put her hands up.  "I'm easy, not sleazy, I want it to at
least be in a bed."

   "You're easy." Darren rubbed at his temples, this wasn't getting
anywhere.  "Guess that explains the need for enough condoms to supply a
frat house."

   "Oh my God!" Cassie sat up, tossing Pooh to the side.  "You went into my
drawer?"

   Oh, fuck why the hell had he said that?

   "Yeah, I shouldn't have, but..." Why did he?  Because there was
something was something that he should be connecting and wasn't."

   "That means you saw my..." Cassie turned beet red and she put her face
in her hands.  "Oh, jeez, dad."

   "I'd rather you use that than any boy you think is cute."

   "You have nerve telling me not to talk about sex and you say things like
that." Cassie looked up at him.  "How dare you invade my privacy like
this?"

   "So you going to tell me why you need all those?"

   "They give them out in school, okay?  I've had some of them for a
while." She slumped back against the headboard.  "Or do you think your
whore of a daughter needs them for a gang bang where I take on that frat
house you just mentioned."

   She lowered her head and this time the tears were there.

   "Can't believe you went through my closet and my nightstand.  I catch
you with a goddamn hooker and you're getting into my business?  I don't
care if you're my father or not, that's bullshit."

   "Yeah, well..."

   "What were you looking for?" She asked, looking up at him, tears on her
cheeks.

   I wasn't looking for anything; I had to hang up the dress I let the
hooker wear.  The one pretending to be you, he sighed to himself.

   "I never saw that dress before and when you started talking about
picking up guys I...I guess I wondered what else you were hiding I'd never
seen." Good job Councilor that sounded legit.

   "And what's with all the weird...?"

   "They're costumes I wore at parties."

   "Parties?"

   "Yes, parties, themed parties I've gone to." Cassie explained as if it
were obvious.  "That's what you were going to ask right?  Why I had a
school girl outfit and a cheerleader uniform and other stuff."

   "Yeah." He said simply.  Was that what he'd been missing in his mind? 
An obvious answer?  "Why were you hiding them?"

   "I wasn't.  I don't wear them all the time so I put them in the back."

   "But those dresses and some of those shoes.  You don't wear those to
work." He caught himself from mentioning the lingerie, he'd already made
the mistake of the condoms.

   "Those are my club dresses." Cassie put her hands out.  "I like to dress
sexy and I like to dance and know the guys are looking."

   "You like to tease."

   "Nah, I put out." She winked, then rolled her eyes at the look on his
face.  "I like to have fun, dad.  I'm not hurting anyone and I'm being
careful.  I always tell my friends where I'm going and who I'm with and you
saw the condoms." She waved her finger back and forth.  "No bareback for
this girl, promise."

   Darren took a breath and didn't bite on the comment.  This was not
getting anywhere and she was right.  He betrayed her trust and for no real
good reason.  He thought about the lingerie, but had dug himself into
enough of a hole.  Maybe she brought it with her for after the club the way
she was talking.

   "So the nights you said you were with friends you were with...new
friends?" Darren asked.  "You lied repeatedly."

   "Because you'd get pissed." Cassie pointed out.  "Dad, you said it best.
It's just sex.  If I get to where there's a guy who I'm into enough he's
worth me being just with him I will be.  But for now?  I'm eighteen, I'm
pretty, I'm sexy and I want to enjoy it."

   "Well then, little full of yourself aren't we?" He teased.

   "You don't think I'm pretty?"

   "I think you're beautiful." One of the few honest things he'd said
during their conversation.

   "Aww, thanks, daddy." She gave him one of the few honest smiles of the
night.  "You think I'm sexy?"

   "I think a daughter doesn't ask her father that." He replied warily.

   "But you're a man too." Cassie reached out and ran her hand down his
arm. "I told you that you were good looking earlier."

   Darren did his best to ignore the electric sensation that went through
him at the feel of her nails trailing along his arm.

   "And you shouldn't say that either."

   "Come on, dad, you know you are." She rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Look at you.  You're in good shape, you have those deep blue eyes and that
salt and pepper look going.  A lot of young girls like that, you know."

   "You can stop trying to get out of being grounded now." He wanted to
ease her hand from his arm, but thought that might look like her touch
bothered him so let it stay on his arm trying to ignore the effect it was
having on him.

   "Bet that girl said you were good looking." Cassie continued to play it
up.

   "Of course she did, I paid her." He rolled his eyes, disgusted his
daughter had discovered his habit.  At least she didn't know the real
damning details.

   "Trust me, dad, she meant it.  You think all the guys that hire a girl
are good looking like you?  A lot of them are out of shape and not
attractive and even flat out gross.  You're a treat for an escort."

   "Never thought of it like that." He stroked his chin.  "Guess maybe
you're right."

   "Good thing for them is they don't have to do a lot of work.  Those guys
last about two minutes and can't get it up again."

   "Then Its easy money then." Darren replied, his eyes on her hand on his
arm.  Her long slender fingers tipped in blue looked good on him.  Her legs
looked good stretched out as well.  Everything about her looked good, too
damn good.

   "But I bet you made that little tramp earn hers." Cassie squeezed his
arm.  "Bet you gave it to her good."

   "Cassie you need to learn when to stop." He eased her hand from his arm.
"You're right, you're a young woman, not a child and I have to deal with
the fact you're sexually active and a lot more active than I'd like you to
be, but I'm not going to listen to you keep talking about it."

   "Fair enough." Cassie looked at her hand as if he'd offended her by
moving it, but didn't say anything.  "You never answered me though."

   "About what?"

   "You said I'm beautiful."

   "You are." Feeling bad he'd pushed her hand away he reached out and
brushed the back of his hand along her face.

   "But do you think I'm sexy?"

   "If I thought of you as sexy there would be something wrong with me."
There was, but she didn't need to know that.

   "As a dad, but what about as a guy?" She pressed.  "I can see you're a
sexy older guy."

   "Thanks for putting older in." Darren tried to keep it light even though
her words were driving him crazy.  She kept saying she liked how he looked.
Did she?  Was she talking like this because maybe she...oh, for fucks sake,
stop it.

   "Guess no answer means no."

   "You shouldn't need me to tell you that.  Seems like a lot of guys your
age think you are.  I wouldn't think you'd need reassurance."

   "Maybe I just like to hear what you think because you're always honest."

   Yeah, he was really honest these days.  He mocked himself.  He didn't
reply right away, just sat and stared down at the floor between his bare
feet.  He thought about this entire surreal night, replaying it in his
mind.

   He lifted his head as he now remembered Lindsay saying something to
Cassie that had wiped the smile off her face.

   "Cassie, what did Lindsay say to you?"

   "Why do you care?"

   "Because you looked upset."

   "Deal time, Mr.  Lawyer." The smirk was back.  I'll answer you if you'll
answer me."

   "Oh, come on!"

   "I'll make it easier.  If I wasn't your daughter and you were sitting
somewhere and saw me in the dress I came home in would you think I was
hot?"

   "There's no way to answer this properly."

   "You can tell me I'm beautiful, what's the difference?"

   "Because beautiful isn't a sexual term.  Sexy is.  You want to know if
I'd check you out."

   She tilted her head and sighed.  "Guess I just want to know if an older
man would find me sexy.  Guys my age think breathing is sexy."

   Darren took a deep breath, then answered quickly.  "If you weren't my
daughter I would think wow, she's hot."

   "Really?" Cassie beamed and sitting up surprised him with a hug. 
"Thanks, dad!"

   "Um, yeah." He turned and awkwardly returned the embrace.  "But let's be
clear I don't think of you that way."

   "Course not." She sat back and gave him a funny look.  "Why would I
think you did?"

   "Don't know.  Just felt the need to clarify this bizarro world talk." He
reached out and tapped her knee.  "Now what did she say that wiped that
smirk off your face?"

   "Oh." Cassie shook her head.  "I can't answer."

   "Bullshit, we made a deal." He reminded her.

   "But you said to stop talking dirty."

   "Fine, I'll give you a pass.  What did she say?"

   "She told me my daddy was a damn good fuck and she was coming back to
get more of your big cock."

   Darren felt his face heating up.  "Oh, well, you know she was just
busting you up."

   "I don't know, you fill out those jeans pretty well." Cassie told him.
"But that's why I looked, to see if she was being honest or not."

   "And on that note, I'll say good night." Darren rose and hoped to hell
his crotch wasn't filling his jeans at the moment.

   He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  "Good night, Cass, I love you."

   "Love you too, dad." She put her hand behind his head before he could
lean back and gave him a quick peck that came unnervingly close to his
lips. The feel of her soft lips caused another unnatural thrill and he
fought not to imagine them on another part of his anatomy.

   "Get some sleep you have a nine o'clock class tomorrow." He straightened
and quickly put his back to her so his crotch wouldn't be level with her
face.

   "Hey, dad am I really grounded?"

   He shook his head.  "Know what?  I shouldn't have been in your closet
and looked in your nightstand.  So how about we let each other off the
hook?"

   "Deal!" She clapped her hands.

   "No more lying.  If you're going to spend the night with some guy, then
I don't want to think you're at a friend's house in case anything happens."

   "Okay." She sighed.  "As long as you don't play twenty questions with
who he is."

   "Fine." It was his turn to sigh.  "But I don't like it."

   "I don't like my dad with hookers, but we agreed its just sex so let's
call it even."

   "Cute." Darren muttered as he walked out of the room, and something
Donna would do to him.  Even with his back to her he could feel that smart
ass smirk he'd like to wipe off her face...with his cock.

   "Night Cass." He managed to say through the self-loathing that always
followed those thoughts.  "See you in the morning."

   "Not if I see you first old guy." Cassie repeated the ritual they'd
started back when she was in her early teens.

   "Get some sleep, brat." He shut her light off and closed the door.

   Darren remained in front of the door for a moment, a sense of relief
flowing through him that at least for the moment the awkward situation was
over.  He took a deep breath and realized Cassie wasn't kidding, he smelled
of Lindsay's perfume.

   He wouldn't have minded smelling like her pussy, but he hadn't worked up
the nerve yet to ask one of his make believe daughters if he could go down
on them.  Not just the nerve to ask, but the thought of had they had anyone
else inside them that night.  Who the hell knew?

   Darren turned away from his bedroom to head to the bathroom when he
noticed light coming from beneath Cassie's door.  She must have turned the
lamp on next to her bed.  When she was young he'd catch her doing that to
read when she thought he was in his room.

   After a while Darren had made the connection she liked him catching her
and tucking her in again.  He didn't tuck her in anymore, but for old
time's sake maybe he'd bust her up.  Darren gently turned the knob and
eased the door open, trying to catch her by surprise.

   He planned on yelling "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" but stopped when he
peeked into the room.

   Cassie was on her side, leaning over with her hand in the nightstand. 
The robe had ridden up and he was staring at her exposed left ass cheek. 
Her right leg was bent and Darren's cock swelled as she leaned further and
showed some of that cheek as well.

   If he was closer and the light was brighter he might even get a glimpse
between his daughter's thighs.  He told himself to go take a damn shower. A
cold one at this point, but kept staring.  Cassie rolled back over and
Darren's eyes widened when he saw the vibrator in her hand.

   He swallowed hard when she put the tip under her nose, then gave him a
sick thrill when she slipped the tip between her lips.  She closed her eyes
and worked it in and out of her mouth.

   A soft moan reached his ears as she now bobbed her head, giving the toy
a mock blow job.  Her eyes stayed closed as her free hand slipped into her
robe to fondle her breast.  She moaned louder and removing the toy from her
mouth, placed it on her inner thigh and slid it up and down, teasing
herself.

   Darren's cock was so hard it bordered on painful and he released a soft
hiccup like sound when he realized he'd been holding his breath.  That
sound was most likely drowned out by the toy being turned on and her room
being filled with a soft humming.

   Cassie worked the toy up under the robe and released a gasp followed by
a long sultry moan that had his balls aching with the need to be where that
damn toy was.  Her hand slid out of her robe and grabbed the tie.

   She pulled the knot loose and lifting one side of the robe began to pull
the robe open.  Somewhere deep inside him, his natural reflexes over
powered his unnatural obsession and he turned his head away while closing
the door as quietly as possible.

   Whether he did it for the right reason of knowing no way in hell would a
decent father watch his daughter masturbate, or because he was afraid she
could open her eyes and catch him he wasn't sure, but all that mattered was
he managed the right thing.

   But he remained by the door, listening to the humming and his daughter's
moans over it.  If she had just had sex why was she getting off?  Probably
because most guys her age had no idea how to actually take care of a woman.

   He imagined her sucking and fucking like the little wild cat he
fantasized her as being while the young guy who had no idea who lucky he
was, barely touched her pussy and maybe sucked her tit and that was it.

   But if he could get his hands on her he'd make her cum so hard she'd be
dizzy.  Then he'd fuck the little smart ass until she couldn't walk
straight.  His hand was on his crotch and it struck him that he'd just had
sex, and some pretty good sex and here he was already knowing he was going
to jack off in the shower.

   For him, he knew it was because as good as it was with Lindsay she
couldn't completely satisfy him, only Cassie could, but that was a line
that could never be crossed, let alone she wouldn't share his taboo desire
and lust after her as he did, Darren would never want to hurt her in
anyway.

   He forced himself to step away from the door and get away from the
sounds coming from within his daughter's room.  Darren went into the
bathroom, turned on the shower and stripped.  His cock was swollen, the
head purple and dripping as it had been for Lindsay earlier.

   Next time he'd have the girl suck him off, then fuck her.  Get off
twice, if nothing else being this hard again showed him he could do it. 
All he had to do was think about Cassie.  Darren got into the shower and
not bothering to wash himself first, quickly squirted some of Cassie's body
wash in his hand.

   He grabbed his cock and stroked it hard and fast.  He thought of Cassie
behind him, reaching around to jerk her daddy off.  He cupped his balls
with his free hand picturing it as hers, rubbing his balls to help him
come.

   He came quickly, shooting a far bigger load than he thought he was
capable of for a second one of the night, he did so picturing Cassie not
only masturbating, but masturbating to him because she secretly desired
him.

   When his balls had nothing left, he leaned forward, letting the water
his back while resting his head on the tile and though again how pathetic
he was, thinking his daughter would think of him in the twisted way he
thought of her.

   He thought of her, opening her robe and showing off her perfect body and
smiling up at him.

   "It's only sex, Daddy." She'd say with that smirk, throwing his words
back at him as she so often did and making him want to tear into her.

   "No," He whispered into the steamy shower.  "It's just fucking wrong."

   Chapter Four

   "Hey, Cass!" Darren called as he knocked on her bedroom door.  "You
decent?"

   "No, I'm slutty, remember?" She called back.

   "Never going to live that down am I?" He sighed at the door.

   "Kidding!  Give me a sec!"

   Darren waited until she yelled.  "Come on in."

   He entered her room and shook his head at how messy it was.

   "Thought girls were supposed to be neat." He gestured around the room as
he came in.  "Look at this place."

   "That's sexist." Cassie was lying on her stomach\, propped up on her
elbows with her lap top in front of her.  "Girls have every right to be the
slobs boys are."

   "I see." He approached the bed.  "So this isn't so much as a mess as a
feminist protest?"

   "You got it!" She turned to look at him, a big smile on her face.  "I'm
an activist!"

   "You're something."

   His daughter was something alright, especially in her current position.
Cassie was in a pair of painted on denim shorts that showed off her ass
perfectly.  The top was a plain white sleeveless T-shirt, but the white
cotton looked good against her deeply tanned skin.

   Cassie had her hair pinned up, exposing the smooth skin of her upper
back and the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.  More unnerving was the fact
she had her legs bent at the knees and her legs crossed at the ankles, her
bare feet up in the air.

   His favorite position for a blow job he lamented while staring at the
smooth soles of her small feet.  Her toes were curled and he could make out
her nails which tonight were painted black.  He swore she painted her
fingers and toes every other day.

   "What's up, dad?"

   "Just seeing if you were hungry or needed anything.  I have some work to
do so will be holed up in my office for the rest of the night."

   "I'm fine, I ate before I left work."

   "How'd you do in tips today?" He asked while walking to the head of the
bed and sitting down in the small chair next to the window.  "Days are
usually slow, no?"

   "Not bad, they had a few high rollers come in for one of their working
lunches."

   "Can I ask you something?"

   "Sure."

   "When we were talking the other night about...you know."

   "Sex?" She corrected him.  "We were talking about sex."

   "Okay, sex.  You don't let any of the guys there pick you up, do you?"

   "Hell no!" She answered indignantly.  "You don't shit where you eat. 
They'd blab about it."

   "Classy." He grunted.  "But smart.  So you don't worry about that with
the guys your age?"

   "I don't get to know them well enough to care." She raised her eyebrow
as if daring him to start up again about her sex life.

   "I see." He said simply, not wanting another argument.  After all, he'd
been looking forward to going online all day and didn't want to ruin his
mood with another fight.

   "Besides most of them really couldn't say anything even if they wanted
to."

   "Why's that?"

   Cassie frowned as if she'd said something she shouldn't have.  She
paused for a moment before saying, "Because they probably figure their
girlfriends might get mad."

   "Cassie!"

   "Hey, that's their business not mine.  I don't push them, they come to
me."

   "You're risking a lot of drama." Darren explained.  "And maybe some
trouble.  Girls can be as crazy as guys these days."

   "Duly noted." She turned her head to face her lap top.  "I'm all set for
food and have something I need to work on too, so you're off the hook on
daddy duty for the rest of the night, okay?"

   Darren wanted to tell her to watch her attitude, but decided against it.
It would escalate things and at this point her attitude would just add more
heat to his next encounter with another 'daughter'.

   He watched her type on her lap top, his eyes drifting to where the
t-shirt was showing quite a bit of her braless breasts.  He enjoyed the
contrast of her tan lines and thought about how some white would look
pretty good on the tanned portion of her breasts.

   Cassie was now kicking her legs back and forth, keeping her ankles
crossed as she did and wiggling her feet.  Darren quickly rose from the
chair before his cock responded more than it already was.

   "Okay, well I might be doing some Zoom so if you need anything knock
first, okay?"

   "Okay." Cassie spoke without looking up.  "But I'll be busy the rest of
the night so feel free to watch porn or browse the personals.  I won't
bother you."

   Darren stiffened and gave her a hard stare.  He knew Cassie sensed he
was staring at her, but she continued to type, now humming tunelessly as if
telling him she was ignoring him.

   "That mouth is going to get you in serious trouble one of these days,
little girl," he warned her.

   "Usually it gets me out of trouble." Cassie turned to look at him.  "I
mean as in talk my way out of things, not what you were just thinking."

   Goddamn little shit had nailed him again, giving him cause to start in
on her, then turning it around on him as if he had the dirty mind.  His
only saving grace was she had no idea he'd instantly thought of her mouth
on him, rather than just her making another off color remark.

   "Case in point, smart ass," he told her.  "One of these days I'm going
to stop cutting you slack and really lay into you."

   Cassie met his gaze, her brown eyes neither wide and innocent or
smoldering in teenage angst when she was mad at him.s Her stare was
surprisingly intense as if there were something behind it other than what
he'd just said.

   "Like that, wouldn't you?" she replied, her voice, like her eyes,
serious.  "That's what you used to tell mom.  Sorry I remind you of her."

   "Excuse me?" That caught him off guard.

   "That's why my smart ass comments really tick you off.  I sound like her
and I look like her and I kind of act like her." Her eyes and face
softened. "You mad at me, dad, or you still mad at her?"

   "Both." He admitted, "Her for being that way and you for knowing what
she was like and acting just like her.  You know how much she upset me and
you do it anyway."

   "Sorry, dad," she said softly.  "She hurt me too, you know."

   "I know." He reached down and put his hand on her shoulder.

   "I would have wanted to live with you anyway, but she didn't even try to
get me to come with her, just left." She briefly tilted her head to rest
against the back of his hand.  "So I get mad at me when I sound like her
too.  I'll try to do better, promise."

   "I will too." He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.  "You're
not her, you're much sweeter."

   Cassie laughed loudly.  "Get the high boots!  But can I say something?"

   "Go for it."

   "You never really did lay into mom.  You'd argue here and there, but you
never reamed her or tore into her like you should have even when you caught
her cheating."

   "That was for you, Cass.  I didn't want you to hear us or for her to
tell you I was out of line and play victim."

   "I get it, but you never got to and maybe that's why you tell me the
same thing, but never do."

   "Not seeing the point." He frowned.

   "Point is maybe one of these days you need to lay into me.  Get some
closure and put mom behind you." She gave him a soft smile.  "I'd
understand if you ever really got angry and took it out on me.  I'd know
why."

   She had no idea what he wanted to take out on her, but the fact she was
smart enough to see the situation and mature enough to talk about it was
impressive.

   "Okay," He sighed dramatically deciding to end on a light note.  "But if
I ever really start yelling at you, you have yourself to blame."

   "Got it." She nodded.

   "Good, now I need to get to some work." He walked away and had reached
her door when she spoke from behind him.

   "Seriously, dad.  You ever need me to take one for the team to make you
feel better, I'd be happy too."

   "Thanks." He muttered so softly he wasn't sure if she heard him and left
the room before he could picture her 'taking it' for the team.  If she had
any idea of what his idea of that expression would mean she'd be appalled.

   Appalled is what he should be, but as always he shrugged off guilt and
shame and walking down the hallway out through the living room and entered
his office.  He locked the door behind him and sitting down at his desk,
shook the mouse.

   When his screensaver, a picture of him with Cassie at her high school
graduation six months ago, came up he quickly clicked chrome.  He closed
his eyes for a moment, letting the recent awkwardness with Cassie slip away
from him.

   After all, even though she'd pissed him off as only she could, this was
where he would 'lay into her' in the only way he could.  Opening his eyes,
he typed in 'sex finder' and when the site came up, clicked Rhode Island.

   He scanned the list of forums and found the personals, looking through
the search options, he clicked females age eighteen to twenty one.  He sat
back in his chair as the page filled with thumbnail pictures of hot young
girls and the titles of their ads.

   He directed the mouse to advanced search and typed in the word Daddy.

   Time to find this weekend's daughter.

   To be continued.....


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