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About: This was a Role Playing session between ASSTR authors SarahMcA2012 and Dandy_Tago. It was played out over instant messenger. Each participant writes in the first person for themselves and in the second person for the other participant. For this reason, I present the session like an IM chat so that you can easily distinguish which author is speaking.
Summary: Recently divorced Gerald reveals his sexual frustrations to his college-age daughter, Chelsy. Little does he know how empathetic his little girl can be toward the painful plight of sexless older men.
Codes: MF father/daughter mast exh piv prost
While I feel really free now that the divorce was finalized, I also feel so much more lonely. She got the summer home, and I got the house we raised our little girl in. The silence when I walk in the door is deafening.
I heat up a microwave dinner and plop down in front of the computer. I've been using pay porn sites for a long time to make up for my shitty marriage. As I stroke my cock to a young girl -- young enough to be my own daughter -- and wait for my dinner to heat up, I notice an email from you saying you're going to come visit me.
"Holy shit, that's tonight," I mutter, reading the date you're coming. The doorbell rings, and I frantically try to close out all my porn windows and stuff my erection into my pants.
When I open the door and see your face, my heart melts. It's been too long.
"Chelsy," I say, pulling you in and taking you into a hug. I'm a bit breathless from the manic scramble to hide my predilection, but I'm so happy to see you.
"Hi there, Daddy!" I say as I hug you tightly back.
The end of my sophomore year was brutal and the prospect of relaxing and hanging out with my father seems so great.
I can tell you're slightly breathless and in my naturally pervish mind I can't help but wonder if I caught my father at an "inopportune time".
Not that I would care, of course, I'm just glad "the bitch' isn't here anymore. She made my life in high school a living hell, and I hated the way she always treated both of us.
"Soooo, just you home alone tonight, huh?" I say with a grin as I walk in and drop my bag next to the couch.
"I didn't interrupt a hot date or anything, did I?" I say with a teasing grin.
Like always, I'm not wearing a whole lot. Between the summer heat and my natural inclination to dress trashy, I've only opted for a pair of short denim shorts, sandals and a white tank top.
I chuckle at your question. "Hot date? I've heard of those. What are they like?"
The microwave goes off, and I sigh.
"I was heating up a TV dinner, but now that you're here, why don't we run down to the Chinese place you like? I could use a change of pace."
As I go into the kitchen to take the TV dinner out of the microwave and throw it in the trash, I check my zipper to make sure it's up.
"Close one, Ger," I mutter to myself, taking a moment to catch my breath and relax.
In the car on the way to the restaurant, my eyes are drawn to your long, lithe legs. I marvel at how much you look like your mom but without all the bitchiness.
"You look good, Dear," I say, letting my eyes drink you in at a stoplight. "College treating you okay? So what brings you by? If it's money, I'll help all I can. Your mom got almost everything in the divorce. But I'll do anything I can for you, Chelsy. You know that."
Money? I think to myself. Stripping covers that and more.
I laugh lightly, "No way dad, I'm fine on money, but thanks for offering. And yes, college is amazing, although tough. Bio-science is definitely harder than it sounds and that's saying a lot, ha ha."
Still though, as you offer so much when you clearly have so little it reminds me of how lucky I am to have such a great father.
"But thanks...really, I mean it. I'm sorry mom took so much...I'd say I'm sorry you two got a divorce but to be honest I'm just glad she's gone. I just honestly wanted to stop by and see how you were doing and hang out. I hate that I missed Christmas and it's been wayyy too long! Plus, I wanted to see how you were holding up."
As we pull into the restaurant parking lot, I couldn't help but notice that you were glancing. Part of me wondered if it was out of a twisted perviness, or a hint of disapproval. Judging by your face, I'd say the former.
"So how've you been, Daddy?"
As we settle into a booth, I open up to you.
"You're so sweet to check up on your old man, Chels. Honestly, I'm not doing so great. It's weird. I guess I had the mindset that without your mom around I could do whatever I want. But, really, I'm just...lonely."
As the waitress leans over the table to set down our waters, you see me staring right at her cleavage without even pretending otherwise. But when she straightens up and takes our order, I'm polite with her, looking her in the eyes. Then when she walks off to the kitchen, my eyes are glued on her ass.
I look back to see that you've noticed my staring. I blush.
"Sorry," I mutter. "It's...been a little too long. If you know what I mean. I asked out the only single lady at the firm, and she flatly turned me down. I'm at the end of my rope. How do people meet somebody new this late in life?"
As I talk, my eyes drift down to your chest. Your nipples are poking through the fabric of your tank top in the air conditioning. I bite my lip and suck in a ragged breath, looking up to meet your eyes.
As I watch you, I'm both astounded at how blatant my typically "well-behaved" father is, and at how much I love it.
I feel terribly for you, but in a strange sort of way I'm also happy. My father is back on the market!
"Oh my god, Daddy!" I say in a hushed tone with a grin. "I mean, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you I just can't believe my father just stared at the waitresses boobs!"
I feel like you're suddenly on my level, back in the dating game, and I love it.
"Well, I don't really know about people your age, but I guess it depends on what you're after. I mean, do you want like a nice date with a single mother? Or.." I hesitate and grin as I see you glance down at my chest, knowing that you must be looking at my nipples. "...or do you just want to get laid?"
I give you a smile, "I mean, if you just want to feel some tits and ass, there's always strip joints, and if you want more, well, I know some girls who are escorts around here still..."
Feeling such a thrill to talk about sex openly to my father.
"Oh my god," I gasp, and then I chuckle out loud. "As your father, I think I should be mad that you know escorts." I whisper the last word, like I'm afraid to say it.
"To be honest, yeah, I haven't had sex in forever," my eyes move down, pausing at your lips before ogling your tits again. "At this point, I just need to bust a nut so bad."
I look back up into your eyes and realized how shameless I've been.
"God, forgive me, Chelsy. You must be horrified hearing your dad talk like this. I guess I'm just wound up. When you rang the doorbell, I was about to...spend some alone time with myself."
I look down at my napkin.
"I can't believe I'm saying this to you.
I look up into your eyes, and you see the vulnerability.
"Yeah, I just need to get laid," I say, looking into your eyes.
"Oh my God! I say in a hushed voice, nearly laughing with excitement, like we're sharing the worst secret ever.
"No way, that is so cool! I can't believe I just heard my father admit that he was about to jerk off!"
I snicker again as you say escorts in a hushed tone as well and I see your stares at my chest again. The dirty, forbidden feeling thrills me and I smile.
"Oh come on, what's wrong with escorts?"
I glance around and then lean in conspiratorially, incidentally giving you a slightly better view of my cleavage.
"If I tell you something you have to promise not to freak out, ok? Well, the reason I don't have to worry about money is because I strip on the weekends. Half the men in there are just like you: single older guys looking for a good time."
As I let that sink in, I bite my lip, seeing your eyes on my chest again. My pulse races as I have an idea.
"Y'know...if you want we could go back to the house and I could strip for you."
I say it matter of factly, almost as if it isn't even a huge deal.
My jaw drops to the floor as I look at my little girl -- my little girl who just offered to take her clothes off for me. My cock thickens in my pants.
I flag our waitress down.
"Uhm, could we get that to go instead? Something just came up."
As she walks off, I look back at you, and my heart is beating so fast.
"Chelsy, this is so wrong," I say. "But..." My eyes move back down to your tits. "Yes. Yeah. I...would like that....so much, Darling."
When the waitress brings our food, I tip her about 50% because I don't even want to wait for change. You giggle as I grab our food and take you by the hand.
In the car, my heart is pounding so hard, I feel like my chest is going to explode. We don't say a word to each other, but I know that you're watching me drink in your body every chance I get.
I hold the front door open for you, and as you walk in first, my eyes are glued to your ass as it moves back and forth. I close the door behind us and lock it, eager for this.
But once we're inside, I'm completely at a loss. I have no idea what to do, how to start this.
"Do we need music?" You hear my voice crack. "Or do you want to eat first? I...uh..."
You turn around to see me standing just inside the door with the takeout bag in my hand and an erection tenting my pants.
"I...I mean, are you sure you want to do this, Honey? It won't be weird with your old man?"
My own pulse is racing, yet I'm clearly the more confidant one. I laugh lightly to put you at ease.
"It won't be weird. Just the two of us will ever know about it, right? So what's the harm?"
I slowly walk over to the living room area, glancing at some music before I get my iPod out and connect it to the speaker.
"Just put the food in the kitchen, I think you need this first."
As I see you disappear to put the food away, I press play on my iPod as Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" begins to play. I start to sway my hips with the music as I grin.
"I just have one rule, Daddy. You have to be in your underwear."
"Then have a seat on the couch"
I waste no time putting the food in the kitchen. When I come back into the living room and see your hips swaying, it gets by blood pumping. I watch you as I unbutton my shirt. I let it drop to the floor and then pull my t-shirt off as well to reveal a chest full of gray hairs. I kick off my shoes and unbuckle my pants. They fall to my feet, and I step out of them and take my place on the couch.
As I look up at your body, I drink it in.
"Oh, Chelsy, have I ever told you how pretty you look? Your...god, I can't believe I'm saying this, but your body is incredible You're even hotter than you mom was at your age."
My erection is incredibly obvious in my white boxer shorts as I sit on the couch, watching you move. It's all I can do to keep myself from pulling my dick out the front flap and stroking myself to you.
"Your waist is so tight. Your legs are so long and slender. And that curve from your hips to your belly to your...oh god your tits, Chelsy. I love your tits."
My cock is aching, and I lay my hand on it to press it against my belly as I drink you in. Eventually my eyes continue up until they meet yours.
"You're so sexy, Sweetheart," I say, as I look you in the eyes and start to move my hand up and down over the bulge in my boxers.
As the song kicks in, I move in front of you and begin to sway with the music more.
"Mmmmm, thank you, Daddy!" I say as I throw my head and body forward, bending at the waist and looking up at you.
"You look so hot in your underwear too....I think I have a thing for older men."
I give you a wink before leaning up in tune with the music and spinning around. I spread your legs with my arms and drop my ass onto your cock, grinding against it. Even through the denim shorts and your boxers, I can feel the hard, throbbing cock.
I can only imagine how on edge you are, and I lift myself up before I make you cum. Spinning around again to face you, I begin to lift my shirt up, revealing more and more of my stomach as I tease. Then, when it's just about to reveal my breasts, I lift it over my head quickly, flashing my breasts for the first time as I toss my shirt away.
The sensation as I stand there, running my fingers through my hair as I look at you is incredible. I know it's wrong, but I don't care. The satisfaction on your face of seeing my tits is more than enough justification.
As I continue to sway my hips, I begin to unbutton my shorts, revealing smoothly shaven skin where my bush would be. Then, stepping between your legs, I turn around. In sync with the song, I shove my shorts down, bending over at the waist once again, presenting my nude ass and cunt to you.
"Oh, Chelsy," I gasp at the sight of your tits. But when you reveal your pussy to me, I can't take it anymore.
You feel my hand on your ass, but just one. My other hand has reached inside my boxers and pulled my cock out.
"Oh god yes, Chelsy."
You hear skin sliding against skin as I masturbate to my own daughter's cunt.
"You're hairless. Just like when you were a little girl," I moan, and you feel my hand slide down your ass cheeks to fondle your swollen labia. I feel the moisture there, and I groan loudly.
"And you're wet, Baby," I cry, stroking myself faster. "Shaved and wet and so....so fucking pretty."
You feel me push two fingers into your cunt, and I start to slowly fuck you with them.
"Do you...do you ever let your customers...I mean how can they resist this pretty little hole?"
I pull my fingers out, and you hear me sucking them. My eyes roll back into my head as I savor the flavor of my daughter's cunt juices.
"Oh Chelsy!" I moan. "Daddy needs you!"
You feel both my hands on your hips, pulling you back toward me, guiding you into my lap.
"Please, Baby," I groan, delirious with lust. "Let Daddy have this hot, tight, wet hole."
I feel your hands on my body, but it doesn't faze. me. The other girls always criticize me for letting my customers do too much, but I never care. I enjoy the feeling, I savor the hungry look in their eyes, and although I know it's a fireable offense, I put myself up for sale every night.
I look over my shoulder with a hungry look in my eye, seeing the same intoxicated look in yours.
It's so wrong, but the thrill of it pushes me on. I want to help you. I want to be the one who's there for you.
I bite my lip. "I charge my customers $50 to suck them....$100 to fuck my pussy....and $150 to fuck my ass. But for you.....it's free."
I let you pull me down, guiding my hips until I feel your hard cock pressing against my slit.
"Oh fuck," I say as I let gravity and your hands do the rest, impaling myself on my own father's hard cock.
Stabilizing myself by resting my arms on your knees, I begin to ride you. You're not too big, and not too small. You're easily 6" and maybe more, and as I slide all the way up, I can hear the wet sounds of my cunt letting you go, only to impale myself once again on your cock.
"Ohhhh FUCK, Daddy! Use my pussy.....use your little girl's tight, wet cunt to cum in."
As I hear your moans, it feels so right. I love being able to use my skills, my body, to satisfy your needs.
"My baby girl," I moan as I feel your hot, wet cunt slide up and down me. "My little daughter," I cry as you slide back down me.
I see you look over your shoulder at me. The lust in your eyes is as strong as what I feel in my loins.
"I love you, Chelsy," I say, looking into your eyes. "Your cunt feels so good."
I raise my hips to meet you, slamming my pelvis against your ass. The sound of your wet cunt sloshing is joined by the clapping of our skin as we contact again and again.
"I love that you're a whore, Chelsy," I moan. "I love that you fuck older men like me with this sweet pussy of yours. It's only right that I should have a turn inside you, considering that this is the cock that made you."
I take ahold of your hips to help lift you up on each stroke and then slam you down again.
"I'm going to cum in you, Chelsy. I'm going to fill your pussy with the cum that I used to create you. Oh god! I love you so much."
I groan in agonizing ecstasy as I feel myself building. Your pussy grips me like warm velvet, massaging my dick, bringing me higher and higher.
"My daughter. My girl. MY BABY! I'M CUMMING IN MY BABY! OH CHELSY YESSSSS!!!! CHELLLLLSSSSSSYYYY!!!!"
"Oh fuck" I moan as I ride you. "I'm fucking my own daddy!!!"
It feels so right and the deviant nature of it has me so close to cumming. My cunt is sopping wet and the sounds of our sex, the wet-sloshing sound of my cunt and the clopping noise of your hips hitting my ass, push me even further.
"YES DADDY! USE MY WHORE PUSSY! YOU COULDN'T PAY FOR MY COLLEGE SO I HAD TO SELL MY CUNT AND ASS FOR AN EDUCATION!!! NOW ITS YOUR TURN DADDY! USE MY CUNT! CUM IN MEEEEEE!"
I collapse onto you as my own orgasm hits, my cunt spasming around your cock as it pumps your daddy-cum into me.
"YES! OH FUCK YESSSS I CAN FEEL IT DADDY!"
My whole body writhes on top of you as I cum. It's so wrong, so disgustingly perverse, but it's the hottest thing I've ever felt.
Plenty of men have made me call them daddy when I rode them, but to actually feel your cock spilling into me is unbelievable.
As you collapse back against me with your orgasm, I savor the way your pussy clenches my cock as it spurts my seed inside of you. I reach around you and turn your head pushing your face until our mouths meet.
I feel your lips, my own daughter's lips on mine, and I melt.
"I love you so much, Chelsy!" I pant. "You're what I've wanted my whole life. I need you. I need this. I need you to be my whore. I'm never going to stop fucking you, Princess."
I push my tongue past your lips and taste you. I feel you open your mouth to me, letting me inside as our genitals continue their climax together.
"My little girl. My perfect, little whore of a baby."
"I want you to keep fucking older men, Chelsy. We need little girls like you to make our cocks happy. We deserve a hot cunt like you to bring us pleasure. But I want you home at least once a week so that I can fill your pussy with my semen. Do you understand Daddy?"
I moan into your mouth as we kiss. The taste of your mouth, the feel of it....I love it all. I love that I just fucked and made out with my own father!
"Yesss, Daddy," I moan as I smile softly. "I love your plan."
"You know," I say as I grin a little. "If you have any friends, I could always use the extra money. I'll even give them a discount."
"I wish you could see me at the club. I have so many regulars that are just like you. I love the risk of getting caught...of not using condoms...of knowing that they're cheating on their wives with me..."
"Oh, I'll definitely be visiting your club, Princess. And yeah, I do have a few friends who might be able to help you out financially. But don't worry about the discount. You're such a cheap whore, I'm sure they can afford you."
I grin, "Hey, a girl's gotta pay for college somehow. When I'm on my knees, and they're shoving their dick up my butt, I used to think you'd be so disappointed in me. Now I think you'd be proud, Daddy."
"Mmmmm. I'm so proud, Princess. Let's eat our dinner, and then afterwards I'll eat you and get hard again so I can try this other hole of yours."
I smile as I stand up, cum spilling out of me and onto the carpet, but neither of us care. "Oh you'll like it, Daddy. It's even tighter than my pussy"
As we eat nude, laughing and talking about everything, it feels so right. I realize that this is what I always wanted for us.
Then, the time comes and I bend over the table.
As I slide into your ass, I take ahold of you by your hair.
"Make Daddy cum again, Sweetie," I groan as I feel your tight sphincter reluctantly let me in.
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