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.”