Darren looked at the clock and saw it was seven fifty. Exactly one minute since the last time he’d looked at the clock. He’d always had that mix of nervousness and excitement when he did this, but this time it seemed magnified.
For this game he didn’t have to hold back, he didn’t have to try to fit the typical daddy role and spend time being ‘good’ to his little girl. Tonight it would be about the Cassie of the evening being treated roughly and punished as she should be and because of that the last couple of days had gone by slower than any he could remember.
He’d left the office at five today, something all but unheard of for him in order to get home and shower and take a quick nap to rest up for what he anticipated as being the longest sexual marathon he’d had since his college days.
Darren kept thinking of how hot it would be to have cum a couple times and on his own, be spent, but having this little slut suck his cock and keep sucking it until he was hard enough to fuck her again.
He’d make her work for each additional load and if he felt too tired to fuck he’d make her suck him off the last round and the longer it took, the better. His ‘Cassie’ whimpering and drooling and slobbering as she desperately strived for those last few drops from his balls so her ‘punishment’ would be over.
Darren had felt like a teenage boy the last couple days. Anytime the thought of tonight crossed his mind he became hard. Even in court he’d sat there at the table and had to force his mind to stay focused on his job and not thinking of a barely legal daughter working his balls.
He’d jerked off twice a day the last couple of days, but forced himself not to do it today. No, today he wanted to stay unsatisfied so that first load was a nice big one going down his misbehaving daughter’s throat.
Another thought that kept getting him worked up was the idea of going down on her. Making her come for him, hearing her squeal while she came hard, and then shoving his dick immediately into that still quivering little snatch.
Darren had the usual twinge of guilt and awkwardness when Cassie had come home from class and yet another trip to the mall. He’d asked her if she wanted him to make her dinner, but she replied she’d eaten at the mall and wanted to nap before heading out to work.
She’d been in a pair of white shorts that did amazing things for her tanned legs and her cute little ass, along with a matching sleeveless shirt with a picture of a broken halo on it proclaiming, ‘no angel’ that wasn’t a lie, that was for sure.
Her long legs had ended in a pair of white heeled sandals that strapped around the ankles and he could imagine the boys at school staring at her with their hard cocks during class. Cassie had hung out in the living room with him for a few minutes, talking about class and asking him how work was.
While chatting, she’s removed her shoes, giving him a pervy peek down her top and showing off her white lace bra. She’d then removed her hair from the pony tail she’d had it in and sat back on the couch with her legs crossed, kicking her foot back and forth.
He noticed her nails were dark blue and that got him thinking about what he’d be doing tonight. Darren had done a good job of chatting about their daily life while his eyes roamed along her legs, snuck a couple of quick peeks at her prominently displayed perfectly sized breasts, and staring at her bare feet.
Even her damn feet had him going, maybe he’d try something new tonight and have the fake Cassie use her feet to play with his cock.
Cassie had yawned and stretched, not only unwittingly showing off her breasts at an even sexy angle, but her flat tanned stomach as the shirt rode up. She’d come over and kissed him on the cheek, then given him one of those quick impulsive hugs that he found so endearing it made him remember she wasn’t always a spoiled brat.
She’d headed down the hallway and he’d watched her ass the entire time while his cock strained to burst out of his slacks. Once she’d gone into her room, he’d showered and tossed on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt as if he were hanging around the rest of the night.
He’d waiting anxiously for her to come out in her sexy work ensemble and leave for work. Feeling like a sneaking teen ager, he’d changed into a pair of jeans and plain black t-shirt-he avoided the professional look when he met these girls, because he wore suits all week and did it really matter what he wore for them?
Darren arrived at the hotel an hour early and once he’d checked in had alternately paced and lay on the bed, trying to settle his nerves and wishing the clock would move faster.
His stomach jumped when he received a text on his ‘ho phone’ as he heard them referred to, from her. He’d been afraid something would come up, but instead he smiled at the words “On my way, daddy.”
The smile spread across his face and to his crotch when she added. “I’ve been such a bad girl today, daddy, what are you going to do about it?”
“Daddy’s going to teach you a lesson, now get your ass home now.” He’d replied, enjoying being in character. That had been fifteen minutes ago and he’d been ready to climb the walls since.
He had no idea where she was coming from and looked at the clock to now see it was seven fifty two, he’d made it two minutes this time. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and then cocked his head when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Darren glanced around the room which featured a queen sized bed and also an armchair he planned and sitting back and relaxing in while she got on her knees and took good care of daddy. The lights had a dimmer and he lowered them to the point where it was dim enough to be comfortable, but still plenty of light to enjoy the show.
He’d taken his shoes and socks off, not wanting to be bothered taking them off later, but otherwise was still dressed. He could just imagine the size of the wet stcky stain in his boxers from being hard almost his entire time in the room.
Darren jumped when there was a soft knock on the door and he rose, looking down at the impressive bulge in his jeans. He wondered if she’d look when she entered the room and see what daddy had for his little girl.
He reached into his pocket and removed the five hundred dollar bills and putting them on the nightstand walked over to the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
His Cassie of the evening was standing a couple of feet from the door with her back to him. She wore a black leather jacket that was too warm for the weather, but one look at her black stocking clad legs told him she’d been good on her word and had the lingerie on underneath.
He had no doubt she’d heard him open the security latch then the door, and was standing there posing for him, and he was fine with it. Her long curly brown hair was just like the real Cassie’s flowing down her back and her black stiletto heels made him wonder how she could walk in them.