Daddys Slut Chapter 3

Chapter three

Bryan

I can hear Natalie coming down the stairs and when I see her; it's a slim black dress and black heels. It runs over every curve of her body. Stretching over her hips and cutting off right above her knees exposing her legs. The image of them spread on her bed runs through my mind sending blood right down to my dick. Finally, I reach her face she has the smallest grin on her face.

"I'm going out, be back late." She starts walking towards the door. "Oh, and don't bother waiting up" She opens the door and I'm scrambling to find the words "Wait, Natalie where are you going? NATALIE, DO NOT CLOSE THAT DOOR!!" The door slams "God dammit Natalie!"

I want to get up and follow her but instead, I reach for my phone. Searching through my contacts before landing on Jen. It rings a couple of times before a thick cigarette voice occupies the speakers.

"Hey Bry, Ya callin' kinda late, everything ok?"

"Yes yea I'm fine but Natalie just walked out a little mad and I want to make sure she's ok so can you let me know if she comes over there?"

"Ah yes the teenage walk out, yea I got you, man, stay by your phone!"

"Ok thank you so much!"

"Yea yea, no problem!"

I waited by my phone for a while thinking about how she looked in that black dress. I swear she dresses like such a slut. But then I think about all the slutty outfits she has gone out in like that one Halloween where she went out as a playboy. My wife had no problem with it but seeing her in that short dress made me so mad. I hated letting her go out for those other men to see her. What should be mine? She's my daughter and I should only be able to see such parts of her. Wait no, she's your daughter you shouldn't be seeing those parts of her. Like her spread out on her back and fingering her little pink pussy. Screaming Daddy and arching her back up in orgasm. No, I shouldn't see that. Or see her on her knees sucking her old man's cock. I shouldn't see that, but I want to so bad. My cock is throbbing and anger is running through my veins. I pick up my phone and call her. I call her 10 times before she picks up.

Natalie

I was sitting there, on my best friend's cock coming down from an orgasm that made me shiver. One where I was thinking about my father fucking me so hard. Screaming Daddy unaware of the name I've never said before. Jake looks at me with a face that says he knows what I was thinking about.

"Do you have the hots for your dad Nat?" He asked and raised her eyebrows.

"NO! Of course I don't, I just like saying daddy now. I like calling people it. That's all." I get up ready to start putting on my dress again but before I'm off the bed Jake grabs me.

"Nat, I don't know who you think you're fooling, but I've known you. You've never liked calling people Daddy. And I'll be damned if you think I don't know you have the hots for him. I mean I don't blame you either. He's as hot as me. He's older too and you've always liked that. He's hot, muscular and everything you would want in a man. And you know what? I bet he would want you too."

I chuckle at that last statement and Jake looks at me like I have 3 heads.

"Nat, you are hot, curvy, kinky, and young." He says while feeling around my sides. "Your dad isn't crazy and would want you. Since you have the hots for him, go for it." I snap my head towards him.

"Go for it?! Are you crazy?! That's incest!!" I scream and he covers my mouth.

"Stop thinking about the logistics Nat and start thinking about what you want." He gets up removes his hand from my mouth helps me and pulls my dress onto me then he pulls his sweatpants on. "Let's get you home, ok?"

"Ok." I nod and he kisses me. I have no intention of going home but I walk out of his room, collect my phone that I had thrown on the counter, and walk out of the house. My phone has 13 notifications and 10 are from my dad. As soon as I make it to my car my phone lights up again and the 11th call comes in. Reluctantly I pick it up and I regret it immediately.

"Natalie! Where the hell are you?! You can't just walk out of this house dressing like a slut and not tell me where you are going! What the hell is wrong with you?!!!

My blood is boiling, he thinks he can control me and call me a slut! So fucking be it, Dad.

"If you think I'm such a slut, why don't you just fuck me?!!" I hang up the phone.