Darren frowned; it was eerie how she knew exactly what he wanted and why he wanted it. He supposed she’d picked things up from other guys, but he still felt put off he was that transparent to her.
“You can go down on me.” She typed as he was considering a response. “I don’t just do this for the money, I get into it.”
“They all say that.” Darren rolled his eyes as he replied.
“I’m not like the rest. I want to cum for my daddy, but most guys just want me to blow them then fuck me and send me on my way. I have to get myself off when I get home.”
“Will you play with yourself for me?” that’s something he’d never thought of before the other night when he’d caught Cassie using her toy.
“I’ll do anything daddy wants; after all, I’m being punished aren’t I?”
“Speaking of whatever daddy wants, what’s the all you can handle mean?”
“It means that your brat will keep sucking you hard and fucking you until you can’t get it up anymore. No time limit, I’m there to drain daddy’s balls.”
No time limit… Drain Daddy’s balls. Cassie worked until two am on Friday’s he’d be able to take his time and still get home well before she did. Even if he didn’t, who cared? He was the damn parent around here.
“I may take you up on that.” He took a breath and then the plunge. “You available Friday night?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“It depends.”
“Depends on what?” Was this part of her game?
“Are you hard for your brat, daddy?”
“I’ve been hard since I saw your pictures.”
“Then show me your cock.”
“What?” Was she serious?
“Take a picture of your cock and send it to this number.” She typed a number which started with a local area code.
“You really are a brat aren’t you?”
“I am and if this pisses you off you can take it out on me, now show me your cock.”
“Seeing you’re the one that is looking to make money, shouldn’t you be a little nicer?”
The idea of taking a picture of his cock both appealed to him and annoyed him. He wasn’t a teenager and thought the whole ‘dick pic’ think on dating sites was classless.
Because a guy who hired hookers to pretend to be his daughter was classy?
“I told you I’m not like the other girls. See, I have a real daddy and live in a nice house, I don’t need the money that bad.”
“Then why do you do it for money?”
“Because I want nice clothes and shoes and my daddy wants me to work for them. He thinks I have a job, he has no idea where my money really comes from.”
For the first time Darren felt his enthusiasm wane. The idea that these girls were other men’s daughters hadn’t quite dawned on him. He’d just given Cassie a hard time for fooling around with guys. These girls were hookers.
“That and it makes it even more of a turn on.” She went on typing. “Thing is, I have what you need and you need your brat’s talented mouth and tight cunt more than I need you.”
“Real cute.” He typed and realized it was what he said to Cassie when she smarted off. This girl was a brat.
“I’m damn cute, that’s why you put up with my shit, daddy. Then I say that wrong thing and you just give me what I’m begging for. That’s what you want isn’t it?”
“I’ll text you so you have a real number for me, but I’m not showing you my dick. I’m not a teenager.”
“Your choice. I’ve already gotten two other chat requests while we’ve been talking. Good luck looking for your little girl.”
“Seriously?”
“I told you I can be choosy. I want a daddy with a cock big enough to stuff my mouth and my pussy. I’ll give you one minute to send it to me.”
“I’m your daddy, I call the shots.” He tried.
“Yeah, sure you do. That’s why you’re looking to fuck a girl like me because your little girl has you whipped.”
Damn, she was a little bitch… and he loved it.
“Tell you what; I’m having fun with you. You send me the picture and you have a nice cock, then I’m yours Friday night.”
Darren rolled his eyes, but found his hand reaching for the phone.
“If you need help stroking it up, look at my pics. Look at that spankable ass and those pink nipples playing peek-a-boo with you.”
“But what I really want you to look at is my smile. Look at those lips and think about them around your cock. Imagine them covered in daddy’s sticky cum after he wipes his dripping dick off on his brat’s face.”
Darren didn’t need much encouragement; he’d been close to fully hard even when she was giving him shit. He unsnapped his jeans and lifting his hips, pulled them and his underwear down.
He figured what the hell, it’s not like he wasn’t going to spank it to her pics anyway. It was just the point she was calling the shots. But if he sent the picture, that would change. Friday the little bitch would be all his and he’d punish her just like she said she wanted to be.
His cock sprang free and lifting the phone, he found the camera and held it in his left hand while he stroked his cock. He’d been so worked up his tip was oozing and he squeezed the tip, and smeared the sticky pre cum along his shaft making it glisten.