Darren was now fully hard and squeezing his cock at the base, snapped two pictures. Before he could lose his nerve he quickly texted the pictures and sat there with his cock out, waiting for her reply.
He’d been watching the screen, but the reply came by text.
“Oh, daddy, what a nice cock! It’s so big you’re going to have to force it into my tight little slit.”
“So yes to Friday?”
.”What time and where?”
“How about eight at the Sheraton by the airport?”
“You want an hour or as much of this brat as you can handle?”
Like she should even have to ask at this point, he thought. “I’ll pay the five, but you’re going to earn it.”
“I will, daddy! I’m going to lay here in my bed in my nice room and I’m going to shove my fingers in my hot little twat and rub my clit while I think about sucking and fucking that big dick. You going to jerk off to my pictures tonight, daddy?”
“Yes.” He admitted. “As soon as we’re done.”
“Good, when you blow that nice big load imagine shooting it down my throat or all over my bratty face.”
“Oh, I will.”
“Want me to wear anything special?”
Darren nodded, this was better than her previous attitude. He thought about it for a minute. The sundress look was a good one, but Lindsay had just done that for him. He wasn’t into the school girl look.
“Daddy?”
“Thinking.” He smiled at her calling him that even through the chat.
“What would you yell at your daughter for wearing?”
“Who says I have a daughter?”
“Please. Of course you do.”
He decided not to incriminate himself by arguing. He looked at her line about being angry and thought about the argument he’d had with Cassie the other night.
“How about one of those slutty mini dresses the girls wear to the clubs?”
“I can do that. I have different colors, what do you like?”
“You have something like the lingerie in your pictures? The Black and Blue?”
“I can wear the lingerie if you want. I’ll wear it under my coat when I come see you.”
Damn! Why hadn’t he thought of that?”
“Okay, and with the black stockings?”
“I’ll show up exactly as I am in the picture and I’ll paint my fingers and toes dark blue to match.”
“Sounds, good, baby girl!” He typed with a smile.
“I’m not your baby girl. Baby girls are cutesy and sweet. I’m your bitch of a daughter. The girl you love, but who pisses you off to the point you want to hate fuck her. That’s who I am.”
Hate fuck? Jesus was this girl really eighteen? How much experience did she have to talk like this? Hell, why would he care? All that experience was going to be his Friday night.
“So you really are daddy’s bad girl? You wouldn’t want daddy to be good to you?”
“My real daddy is good to me, but he won’t treat me the way I wish he would.”
“So you really want your dad?” Darren replied with satisfaction as he turned her goading him about really wanting his daughter back around on him. Instead her reply stunned him.
“I’d fuck him in a heartbeat. Just like I bet you’d fuck your daughter. But we can’t so here we are, right?”
“You sure you’re eighteen?” This time he asked the question.
“You’ll be sure how young I am when you feel your cock spreading my teenage cunt, daddy. Now I’m going to go because I’m so wet I’m squirming and I need to cum. Text me the hotel room number when you have it.”
“Hey, what’s your name?” He realized he’d never asked and she hadn’t volunteered one.
“Whatever you want it to be, most likely whatever your daughter’s name is. You can tell me who I am on Friday.”
Before he could type anything she added. “Sweet dreams, Daddy.” And her status changed to offline.
“Goddamn.” Darren slumped back in the chair and stared down at his turgid cock. He was so fucking hard his balls were beginning to ache.
With no hesitation he brought the picture of her lying on her stomach holding the heels of her fuck me shoes to full size. He pulled open the lower desk drawer removing the small bottle of ‘gun oil’ lube he kept there, and squirted some on his cock.
Darren’s eyes locked onto the strip of material between her thighs, he stroked his now slick cock, imagining his hand to be that tight little slit. He’d fuck her just like that, holding himself over her and driving down into that young cunt while she lay there prone, holding her legs up and squealing and he pounded her.
He was so worked up it wasn’t long before his balls tightened and the cum raced through his shaft. His fantasy switched to her lying on her back, Darren straddling her, pinning her arms over her head with one hand while jacking his cock into her bratty face.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned as his cock erupted, showing just how excited he was by sending a squirt of cum onto his desk before the rest flowed down his shaft and over his hand.
In his mind’s eye that first squirt went into her mouth and rest all over her bitchy little face. He was going to give this girl the fucking she claimed she was craving. The hard and brutal fucking he’d held back from with the other girls in fear of being too rough.
He wouldn’t worry about it with this one though. No this little bitch was everything he wanted and unless it was a good act, she’d welcome every second of a, how did she say it, hate fuck?
It was a good description. He loved Cassie dearly as a father, but as a man? She pissed him off to no end; cock teased him and had her bitch mother’s attitude. No, there would be nothing sweet or playful about fucking her, he’d treat her like the little snot she was.
Darren continued to stare at the picture, his breathing slowing down as his cock softened into the sticky mess dripping down to his balls and at the base of his shaft. He hoped to hell he wasn’t this quick when he got his hands on her, but then again she claimed she’d take as much as he could give.
And at this point he planned on giving that little brat all she could handle. Darren sighed and grabbing some tissues from the box on the desk wiped up the mess as he thought that as much as this girl had both ticked him off and unnerved him, she was right.
He’d be calling her Cassie.