“Where have you been?”
I shake slightly at the words. Honestly, I thought I’d get back and go to bed. I haven’t slept at all. I thought I’d get back home and Mum would be in so my ‘Daddy’ would be all casual with me and not give even a hint of what we’d been up to. Or what I’ve been up to because of him whoring me out. I thought I’d masturbate thinking about him at the most and that would be it.
But no, he stops me as I cross the kitchen with his sharp words.
“I said, where have you been?”
I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to crumble. I was feeling deeply in need of his touch, even if it was just his words in my ear.
“You’re being very brave Daddy. Is Mum out?” I mean I acted like I didn’t care, like he was the one going to get into trouble for messing around with her daughter. Adult daughter, sure, but still her daughter, and still over thirty years between us.
He didn’t rise to my normalising the situation. “Where. Have. You. Been?”
What a fucker! I wanted to fuck him right there and then. Why shouldn’t I? He can play all these games and come off looking aloof and like he’s in control, but just like every guy I’ve ever met, if I want him, I can have him. All I need is to take my top off or lick my lips or put my hand between his thighs and the fucker is mine. He’d be dying to ravage me. Who wouldn’t?
But it wasn’t that simple. I couldn’t do it, not like I would a guy I normally wanted. I don’t want to seduce him with simple science. I’m hot. They have a cock. Add together equals: BOOM!
What I want is to be worthy of him. To feel he cannot resist any longer. Essentially I think I just want to win the game, but on his terms. I don’t want to cheat by stripping naked and saying can do what the fuck he likes with me. Plus, let’s face it, I do have a slight worry that this wouldn’t be enough, that he’d still resist and that I’d look like a needy idiot. Idiot? Nah. But fuck I was needy! Still hold it together girl! So I answered his question with a question.
“You mean after you whored me out to those guys?”
He just looked at me and sighed. Really! Fuck. I mean he really was like a real Dad. Did that turn me off? No! Nope. I’m afraid I was soaking for it. Dying for it. ‘Please Daddy your baby needs it!’ Pathetic? Sure. But real? True? Necessary? Yes. God yes.
“I was dry screwing the seventy-year-old janitor at my school.”
“What?”
I wanted to say, ‘You heard me bitch. I was diddling with a man fifty years older than me who lusted after me in my school uniform, and yes, I liked it!’
But I didn’t. I was trying to think of the right thing to say, but all that came out was, “I didn’t touch his cock.”
“You gave him a lap dance.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what it was.”
“And did he cum?”
“Yes.”
“And did you cum?”
“Yes.”
He got up from the table, then threw the chair back so hard it crashed to the ground. He didn’t even look at it. He strode around the table and grabbed my arm. Seriously, looking back at it all now, all this time later, I am surprised I wasn’t more scared.
I mean, this man was weird, really. He was cheating on his new girlfriend with her teenage daughter. He was whoring her out to strangers, old men, without even consulting her, and getting her to do all sorts of weird shit. Well, I mean, how did I trust him? Was I more naïve than I thought I was? Was I more scared and just hid it well?
No, I know why it was, I was deeply in lust, in love even. My cunt was on cock thought over time. I don’t just mean thinking about cock I mean acting like it. The men who do dumb shit just to get off, well that was me right then. I was the man about to sacrifice everything to get a little bit of illicit pussy or whatever.
