Daddys Little Hooker

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Mike was feeling increasingly restless. Susan, his 18 year old teenage daughter was staying at her friends, and he had the house to himself. Just him; all alone. Just him and the computer, with only his frustration and loneliness to keep him company. He was flicking through some teen porn pics, the one’s he liked, the one’s that he secretly knew, but his conscience self denied; most resembled his Susan. For a brief, unguarded moment, he allowed her to slip naked into his mind, his cock began to wake up, but as quick as the image arrived in his mind, his guilt rose up and buried the image.






It was no good; he needed to get things out of his system, he thought to himself. At moments like this, and when he had the house to himself, he would drive into town, and cruise the side streets around the college, unofficially the red-light district. Unofficial, but it had always been there, perhaps not quite in the exact same place, yet it had always been part of the town. Anyway that was history, and he had more urgent, pressing needs to address. There were always some young, less used girls (and abused part of him said). They tended to hang on the fringes, less forward and a little shyer than the older hands. They lacked the desperation and coldness that the older more experience hands had.





He’d hang around, watched a bit, to see who was on the streets, and study the girls and how they looked, and then he would approach the right one. With these thoughts of sin on his mind, he picked up his keys and walked out to his car. Once started he pulled out of his drive and headed into town, his anticipation and desire building up, so much so that he had to keep shifting his position to stay comfortable.





When he had first tried this, it had taken weeks to finally “pick up” a girl. At first he’d just drive though normally, then he would pretend to be looking for an address, yet, the looks on the faces of the “older hands” told him that they all knew why he was there, because they seen it all before. Well this would be his fifth time now, having picked four girls. The regulars were getting to know him; one had even introduced him to her own 18 year old daughter.





He was now nearing the college; he turned down the first side road, and saw the first of the ladies of the night. These were the more established women and girls, standing in the open, some stepping into the road, their eyes following him inviting and suggestive, trying to temp him. He barely noticed these ones and continued to scan the streets. Hmmm he thought, no luck here, I’ll head around to the back of the college, to the trees lining avenue and bordering park, where the newer girls gathered. As he turned into the avenue and approached the park, one girl caught his eye straight away, under the trees, in the shadows, yet there was enough light to see that she was young, slim, wearing a tight, short dress and heeled, knee length boots. Her hair was dark and hung well below her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. He steered the car into the kerb near her, while at the same time winding the electronic window down.





The girl hesitated, as if in doubt, for a few seconds, and then she came forward. He noted the fishnets tights, her shy smile on her partially obscured face, yet oddly familiar face, she lent forward and the street light hit her face. Suddenly he went cold, the odd familiarity that he had felt, suddenly turned into the shock recognition, oh my god NO.





“Susan” burst from his mouth. At the same instant, surprise, then shock replaced the smile, on the girls face as she recognised the man in the car.

“Dad, oh my god”





Too shocked and embarrassed to speak, Mike put the car into gear. Guilt and anger were coursing through him as speed off, leaving his daughter standing, calling after him. Unthinking, he headed home, and swung in too the drive, and sat there, the engine humming away, numb and unthinking.





It was the movement of his neighbour looking out of the window which snapped him back into the present. He turned off the ignition and walked into his house. What to do, what to do, he kept thinking, would she come home, what will he say, his daughter a whore, oh my god twisting around and around inside. He went into the lounge and sat down. He sat in the dark, the flood of emotions swamping his mind, fighting each other, his lust and desire rising up, while his guilt and morals fought to suppress them.





After what seemed like hours he heard the door open, the sound of somebody moving trying to be quite, voices from the hallway. He heard his daughter quietly say “No its ok, its best if face him alone, I’ll call you tomorrow, no, it’s not your fault.”





He could not make out what the other person was saying, although it sounded like Susan’s friend, Julie. The door shut and followed by gentle foot steps, and then lounge door open. Just a crack first, then further until it was fully open, letting the hall light flood into the room. There she stood, silhouetted in the doorframe, wearing a coat, but he could see the boots; had she got changed, he thought to himself? Her hand reached out and turned the light on, and she turned towards him and jumped in surprise when she saw her father sitting the in the arm chair.





“Daddy, you made me jump, what are you doing in the dark” she said forcing a smile.

Mike remained silent, not trusting himself to speak, Susan moved a bit closer.

“Daddy…I errrr, I can explain, it’s not what….”

“It’s not what?” he cut her off, “not what its seams, that my daughter is a whore, sorry, your right, I’m just over reacting” mike slapped his fore head in mock realisation, his voice dripping sarcasm, “you were taking the air, going for a walk in the park, so silly of me to make the mistake.”


Susan didn’t reply.

After a few minutes he said “so, are these clothes you asked me for the money?” No waiting for a reply he carried on “no wonder you didn’t want me to come shopping or let me see them” he paused for a few moment as Susan stared down at her feet, her long hair obscuring her face.

Then he said “well take that coat off, and let me see what you spent my money on”. Susan looked but remained silent, at the same time she opened the coat and let it slip down off her shoulders, she shrugged and wiggled the coat onto the floor.


Mike let out gasped, oh god he thought, its even worse or perhaps better, the other darker side of personality said; than he imagined. The blue dress, it was like a second skin, it fitted every contour of her slim figure, right down to were it ended just below her hips and her fishnet hold ups started. Her breast, clearly braless, were firm and well defined, and the material followed there rounded shape perfectly, her nipples, pointy and erect. God, he had never in is wildest and darkest dreams, imagined his own daughter like this, her face painted, yet still sweet and innocent. He desperately tried to fight his lust and desire with his anger, yet despite his anger, is arousal was intense, his cock so hard and constricted it was hurting him. A small smile formed on Susan’s lips and she had clearly heard the gasp, seen the gapping jaw hanging look from her father, and could now plainly see the increasingly obvious bulge in his trousers.





Mike notice the faint small and forced his anger out to cover his reaction to his daughters body.

“So, don’t you make enough selling yourself, or are you selling yourself that cheaply, that you still have to beg for money of me, whore”. He knew it was harsh, but he had to fight is lust; he could see the shock and hurt had replace the smile on Susan’s face. It was like being slapped, the words stung her that much.
Susan stammered a reply “Th….th…this was my first time; I’ve never done this before…I haven’t even been with anyone.”

“Oh so that makes it ok, dose it, I suppose you’re a virgin too?” he scoffed.
She hung her head “Yes…no…it’s…”

He cut of off before she could say more.

“My daughter, a fucking whore…I can’t believe it…a dirty little hooker.” Mike let his anger take over; he let it rise up and dominate, taking over his emotions and smothering his lust.





However this was far too much for Susan, she had read the stories and even watched him wank through a crack in the door, seen the pictures on computer. The other girls, they knew him, they had told her about the guy who liked young teens, like them to call him daddy. Anger welled up inside of her, so he didn’t mind it so much when it was somebody else’s daughter that he was fucking, it was too much and she snapped back.

“Look at you, you, calling me a fucking slut, sitting there with your erection, you disgusting old man, you fucking pervert” she shouted back, “I’ve seen the stuff you read, about incest and little girls, you fucking hypocrite”.