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.