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. 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.”