“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.
Chapter Five
Darren sat in front of the computer, his cock hard just from looking at the dozens of ads of young girls looking to be daddy’s girl, for a price. His eyes darted from pic to pic, the girls ranging from young and innocent looking with pig tails and shots of their very small breasts, to girls who looked more slutty and aggressive.
He wished they’d refined the search for certain physical attributes as he scanned for girls with long brown hair and brown eyes. Black hair would be okay if the rest of the girl was perfect, and hell many of the little pros mentioned in their ads they had assortments of wigs and costumes.
This game was his guilty pleasure turned downright obsession and if he were going to pay for it, then he wanted as close to his daughter as possible. Darren’s eyes fell on Lindsay’s profile where she went by ‘Daddy’s pretty kitty’ proclaiming she was daddy’s best girl who would do anything to make him happy.
“Sometimes naughty, sometimes nice, you can pamper or punish me. I always take what my daddy gives me.” He read softly.
He thought about contacting her again, this time to meet at a hotel. Lindsay was as close to Cassie looks wise as he’d found and had done a good job of trying to play the game even though he kept going from wanting her demure and hesitant to daddy’s dirty girl.
The blue tab beneath her name and picture declared she was online now meaning he could chat with her. He hovered the mouse over send Lindsay a message, then scrolled away. Lindsay had met the real Cassie and had to notice the resemblance.
There was no way she didn’t know this wasn’t just a game for him, but that he wanted his real daughter, therefore she was off the table. Darren stared at the ads feeling like a kid in a candy store.
All these luscious young girls looking to fulfill the daddy daughter fantasy made him feel much more at ease about it. There was obviously a big demand for it. Whether or not some guys played it just for a fun thrill or there were some like him with daughters they had a thing for it didn’t really matter, it was all harmless fun.
“Justify Darren.” He mocked himself even as he kept looking.
At this point he’d done this several times and recognized many of the girls. It was like being a kid in a toy store and told you could only have one thing. Darren reached the bottom of the first of the five pages.
They were in no real order and normally he didn’t mind taking his time, but he was already hard and squirming in his seat like a teenager in heat. He wanted to make a choice and follow his pathetic routine of jerking off in his chair to the profile pics of his next little girl.
At the bottom of the page there were options for most popular, currently online. On occasions if the girl looked that good he’d message them and wait a few hours for them to message back through the account he created under Come to daddy with no profile pic or other information.
Tonight he wanted to make a pick, hopefully for this Friday night when Cassie had to work so he clicked currently online. Two dozen or so ads came up and he frowned when many of them were blondes and redheads.
Darren scrolled further down and froze on an ad he’d never seen before.
“Hot damn.”
The picture was of a girl kneeling on a bed. Her face was cropped out, but her long curly brown hair flowed halfway down her back. Her legs were clad in black thigh highs and rather than wearing fuck me shoes like most of the girls did, she was just in her stocking feet.
She wore a two piece lingerie set, the bottom a pair of transparent black lace boy shorts and the top a dark blue and black bikini like top with blue lace cups. The picture was a side view and her hands were on her knees, her delicious looking ass pointing out.