By Darius Thornhill
Authors note: This is the fourth episode in the "Let's Fuck Our Daddies Club" series. If you enjoy this one the other chapters are available by clicking my username "Pathekos" above. Whilst they all work as stand-alone stories I think its more fun if you read them in sequence. Please rate the stories and comment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Naughty Daddy - Pen's Story
After Crissy had told us her story we opened another bottle of Prosecco and, still naked and satisfied from our earlier fucking, we settled into our seats.
I took a breath and began:
I must admit that on the drive home after we'd all agreed to seduce our daddies I had no idea how I would go about doing that. I mean, one doesn't walk up to one's father and say 'Fancy a quickie with your daughter dad?' does one?
After a week I still hadn't come up with any ideas and I was beginning to worry that it would never happen. But fate has its schemes and luck plays a part in life too doesn't it?
One evening my dad called me into his study (he mainly worked from home) and asked me to help him with a computer software problem. It was something straightforward to do with his business spreadsheets - he's not the sharpest tool in the box when it comes to computers. Here's where the luck came in -- he logged in as I watched and after the first few letters it was obvious that his password was my mother's maiden name. At the time I didn't think much of it but I was out of ideas and I thought that maybe a look through his browsing history might show up something. After all he was a normal healthy man; he must look at porn sites sometimes. Maybe I could work out what his sexual interests were and exploit them.
The next time both my parent were out I quickly logged in and started searching. I tried many obvious keywords like 'anal' and 'lesbian' but came up blank. I widened my search and eventually -- success! Searching 'escort' brought up a single website. I clicked the link and was taken to a local agency promising 'friendly and willing companions for discerning ladies and gentlemen'. Reading on it stated that the fees they charged were for 'providing the introductions only' and 'any further arrangements between the customer and the escort were an entirely separate personal agreement between you and your companion'.
"Yeah, right," I thought.
I quickly looked at the way it worked. You booked online stating physical preferences and required time and area. Then they sent a confirmation from an innocent sounding email address introducing you to your escort.
I had a look into his email inbox and there they were! Several email confirmations from the escort agency -- roughly at monthly intervals and always on the same weekends that my mother went to visit her sister for a couple of days. I was both shocked and pleased; he wasn't as strait-laced as he appeared to be!
At the foot of the web page there was a link 'Working With Us', which lead to request to get in touch if you had the right qualifications -- 'both male and female escorts required'. And then -- luck again -- they were also advertising for a temporary confidential admin assistant to cover maternity leave.
A plan formed. I could get that job and somehow get a 'date' with my dad. How that would work I didn't know but I was sure I'd think of something.
A week later I was employed and being trained by the outgoing administrator. We got on well and she admitted that sometimes she took an escort date herself with carefully selected clients. She confirmed what I already suspected - the private arrangements were usually for sex.
"I like to fuck," she told me. "And some men will pay a lot to fuck a pregnant woman. You'd be surprised!"
I asked her what other preferences men had. She listed some interesting and unusual kinks. Amongst those are some men who want a particular look and age.
"There's a couple of guys," she explained. "Who, the escorts have told me, want them particularly because they look like their daughters or granddaughters while they fuck! Kinky or what?"
"How do you know who to introduce them to?" I asked, my heart was beating faster as I wondered if my father could be one of those.
"Well we have a database, filed under usernames with their, age, preferences, general location including where they liked to meet. We just match the girl to the request. Simple."
She gave me the password I would need to access everything. I couldn't wait to be left alone to see what my father's 'preferences' were.
A few days later I had my first opportunity. I searched and found what were probably my father's details but there were no real names visible in the database, but the location was right and the last four digits of a credit card number were shown. Disappointingly there were few preferences for escort type mentioned.
That evening at home I grabbed daddy's wallet and noted the digits on his cards. Bingo -- I found a match. Now I just had to wait. I knew mum was going to see her sister in two weekends time so I whiled away the hours in my admin job matching kinky requests with appropriate services.
Then at last the booking came in from my father attached to a change of requested preferences. What he described was me -- same height, figure, hair length and colour. My daddy was having fantasies about his daughter. I found I was breathing harder and feeling distinctly damp between my legs. My father wanted to fuck someone who looked like me... or maybe he wanted to fuck his daughter for real. I confirmed his booking mentioning that there was a 'new escort who met his requirements perfectly.'
The day came. The hotel he'd booked was a pretty high class and very discrete. He'd arranged for his escort to book in first. The room had a minibar, a sofa and a huge bed. I changed into a suspender belt, short skirt and a top that pulled tight across my breasts and had buttons down the front. I left my panties off...
I placed myself in silhouette in front of a window and waited. At the appointed time there was a soft knock and the door opened. There stood daddy. My heart leapt and my cunt tingled.
"Good afternoon," he said, smiling.
"Hello sir," I whispered, disguising my voice with a soft sigh. "Please come in. Have a seat. Can I fix you a drink?"
He sat on the sofa facing the window so he still couldn't see any detail in my face, although to be honest he probably wasn't looking at my face. "That's kind of you. Whisky with a dash of water please."
My daddy was polite even to whores!
I went to the bar keeping my back to him. As I fixed his drink my heart was pounding. I was flushed, sexually excited, nervous to the point of being terrified, but there was no way to back out now. A sudden inspiration came to me. I 'accidentally' dropped a napkin on the floor.
"Oops!" I said as I bent down from the waist to pick it up giving him a perfect view of the rounded globes of my bottom and my shaved pussy peeking out from between my thighs. I heard a low moan of appreciation.
Then I straighten up and walked towards him, drink in hand.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. "You look exactly like my... " he hesitated.
"Daughter?" I finished for him. "Hello daddy," I said. "Want to fuck now or later?"
"Penelope! What the hell are you doing here?"
