These quickies are meant to be glimpses into the lives of Daddies who fuck their daughters. I won't be elaborating on, or adding to any of them in the future. You'll surely be left with questions or the desire for more, but I encourage you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks and see where the story takes you.
All characters are 18+
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I raised my closed fist and pounded on the metal door making the dry erase board shutter and sending loud thumps echoing down the empty hall. When I heard no movement inside, I did it again.
After the fourth time, some other girl opened her door and peeked out at me. When she caught my angry glare, she jumped back inside her own dorm room and slammed her door.
I was about to knock for the fifth time when suddenly, the door swung in, opening wide.
"Jesus, what?" My daughter's college roommate stood there taking me in, with wide eyes. "Mr. Keller!"
I looked her over from her hair, wild from sleep, to her face, blushing, to her tits, too small, to her hips, too narrow, to her legs, bare and actually quite lick-able.
"Where is she?"
"Dad?"
Deep inside the room, my daughter climbed out of her loft bed with a look of confusion that quickly morphed into fear. The roommate stepped to the side when my intention to enter became obvious. In fact, she plastered herself against the door to avoid touching my large frame in any way.
I heard the door click closed behind me as I stopped in the center of the room, looking around. The last time I'd seen the place, it was fresh, newly occupied, and everything was organized. That was no longer the case. After being lived in for three months, it pretty much looked like Tiff's bedroom back home, messy, cluttered, like you might get lost if you didn't retrace your steps to get out.
"What's going on?" my daughter asked. Her eyes bounced around the room as if she was assessing it through my eyes.
"That's what I'd like to know."
The roommate, whose name I couldn't recall, stepped passed us and snatched up a sweatshirt from the floor. We both watched as she got tangled in it while frantically trying to put it on.
When her head finally popped through she said, "I'll just go down to breakfast so you guys can um, talk. Text me when it's OK to um, come back or, whatever."
Tiffany gave her an apologetic look. I said nothing as the girl gathered her phone and wallet and made a beeline for safety.
Alone, my daughter and I stood in the room, silent for several moments. I looked at her, she looked at the floor. Her brown hair was also tangled from sleep. Her face was clean, freckles visible across her nose. Her tits were round and her hard nipples poked at her shirt. Her hips flared out, hugged by tiny shorts. On closer inspection, the shorts were actually a pair of men's boxer briefs. My style, my brand. Her thighs were squeezed together which simply would not do and her toes were topped with black polish.
"What did I tell you about this?" I gestured to the room with both arms.
Her eyes snapped up as soon as I broke the silence, but she didn't answer me.
"What did I tell you, Tiffany? About going off to a college three hours away?"
Yes, I'd driven three hours to get to her and it wasn't even 8am. I couldn't sleep, not after my ex-wife called to bitch at me about the next tuition payment and mentioned hearing from our daughter.
"You said I could go to school here if I came home often."
"Yeah. Let me ask you, do you think once in three months is often?"
Again, she didn't answer.
"You mother called me. She says you're not coming back to town for Thanksgiving."
That had been the final straw for me. I was already going out of my mind, not being able to touch her and having my texts go unanswered. I'd kept my frustrations in check by reminding myself the holiday was just around the corner. We could definitely be together then.
"Rachel invited me to her parents' house on the lake."
"Did you even consider saying no?"
Her shoulders slumped. "Yes! I don't want you to be mad at me."
I stepped closer. "Are you avoiding me?"
She swallowed. "No, Daddy."
