Daughter Cassie Hole

She wanted just a peek, a glimpse of that meaty cock that was her Daddy, that rod that she savored to taste, to touch, to hold and stroke, to love and, she knew, to have plunging into her bald cunt. That was what she wanted more than anything and she knew he wanted too. She flipped back the cotton and there it was, thick and veined and huge and raw and plump. Her Daddy’s cock was long and full and rich and thick. She wanted to grope it the way he had groped her sensitive tits and cunt, her flooding starting just seeing it. She ached and started to reach out but knew better, this would be his gift, his giving it to her, not her just taking it to swallow and stroke, no she knew this was her one chance, her start to give him what they so badly wanted. She took his limp hand by the wrist and slowly, knowingly, reached down with her free hand, pulling her silk over. Her smooth cunt opened out, the juices already slick and wet over her mons. She brought his hand up and then stepped up and taking his finger, started to trace it along her cunt slit, up and down and then over it again until her pussy parted and she opened her lips wide. She took two fingers and pulled the dressing chair closer, stuffing the fingers of his hand into her cunt until they were knuckle deep. Placing her heels on the side of the bed she began to allow his fingers fuck into her cunt hole by holding his wrist and forcing them up into herself. She rode onto his strong fingers in and out and slapped her clit with her free hand as she did. She moaned deep as he unwittingly finger fucked his daughter. Cassie wanted to cry out so loud but she was frightened, so scared, knowing that he wanted her, but it wasn’t the same as the other times when he had been running his fingers over her, kneading her clit and nipples, having his way with her, knowing that she knew. Cassie pumped a few minutes and then allowed his wet coated fingers to drop out. She knew that he had to know what she was, his little girl/woman fuck thing. She wanted him to see her as that, it was no good without that, he had trained her that she was his secret and she wanted that. She looked and saw that her pouty cunt lips flared open as his fingers draped out but she felt the heat and desire and while she looked down at his fat cock shaft and handsome face she stood and knelt one knee on the bed by his face, and pulled up her small dress and then again began fingering up her hole. “Daddy, look at me Daddy, here I am, all grown up, your little Cassie all ready for you and that nice cock, look Daddy, all dressed up in Mommy clothes, ready for you Daddy, baby girl and her little hole all for Daddy, want it Daddy, tell me you want it Daddy..” Cassie began shoving her fingers up into herself, mesmerized by her father’s brutish cock meat, his heaving thick chest, his muscles and aroma. She felt her eyes roll up in her head as she fingered hard into her smooth hairless cunt, her tits heaving as her mouth drooled in uncontrollable heat. She yearned to be his fuck doll, his secret fuck hole, that was the way they had begun and that was what made her wet, she wanted to be his whore, his whore when Mommy was away. He wanted it too; she knew that convincing him wouldn’t be hard. 

Cassie wanted this new game, wanted what he wanted, to be his grown up fuck thing when they were alone, knew that she wanted to dress up for her Daddy, knew that he liked it, liked it a lot. She’s seen the way his eyes widened whenever a woman at the mall walked by, heels on and a hot dress on or a woman at the park packed into short shorts and her top bulging with her full tits, she’d seen his hidden magazines, the girls and teens and sluts in there all glossed and pink and dressed nasty. She’d done a look around and she had found some “nasty” things Mommy wore in a back drawer of her closet, saw the panties with the hole where her cunt hole would be, had seen the gelled “cock” toy that she longed to try, had seen the pictures Mommy had of “dirty” boys, the ads with muscled men in them, were Mommy’s lipstick smeared over the tight jean area where a cock would have been. Then she had visited on sleepovers with friends, as many secret “Mommy” places as she could, sometime taking naughty nasty clothes that she knew her Daddy would like to see on her. Sometime if her friends only lived with their fathers, she would hold out until the others fell asleep and then pretend that she woke up and go in and see if she could tease them. She’d sometime go into the Dad’s room pretending to be looking for the little girl’s room and pull her pajamas down and put her hand down into her panties and squirm that she needed to pee, yanking them over so the man saw her bald cunt and her fingers playing with it and squeal that she needed so bad to go, that she thought that this was the door into the bathroom and squatted right in front of them and spread wide open so that he saw clearly that she was wet and her pink hole was throbbing. Thinking she was about to go, the men usually scooped her up and looking down as she continued playing with herself, took her in the bathroom where she would feign that she didn’t want to be left alone, that she was scared. The daddies would come in and turn to look the other way as she sat down but she would just rip off her panties and bottoms and sit and start to play, her fingers far up her hole, letting the noise get to them, and as they asked if she was OK, she’d say that she had to get herself started, had to start the pee. When they peeked back she’d be spread wide open and be fingering deep and her top was up showing everything. Some daddies would just look and look and get closer and even see if they could help. Some just ran out but she saw the need and lust and want to use her and that was the thing she loved, craved, that the daddies wanted her to be used and treated like a cock loving woman, that was what she ached to be, a fuck hole for older men that would need and want and adored her for her body and mouth. A chill ran through her when ever she did it, thought about her forays. One Daddy had even looked down on her as she “tried to pee” and actually turned off everything but the night light and she saw him in the dim light, shove his hand in his pants and rub until he shook so bad he got on his knees and told her that his specialty was to get her to pee with his tongue. Later, she woke up a long time later and felt a gooey mess of something on her neck. 

Cassie went to the den and turned on the small light. She had to find a way to get him here and then a thought came to her. She got on her cell phone and called the house. She heard the ringing and it went on for 4 rings before it got picked up. “Uh…hello.” It was Michael. 

“Daddy, it’s me Cassie, are you awake?” The response was subdued but he sparked up hearing it was her. 

“Cassie, where are you?” He seemed unsure what was going on and unsure where he was. 

“I’m over at Kelly’s house and I think that I left my keys in the den, can you check for me. I meant to grab them but when I grabbed my homework I might have forgot them, I want to be sure they’re there.” She whined slightly, “Please, I’ll be home soon.”

“OK hold on.” Cassie could hear him get up and shuffle around and she ran and ducked behind the huge leather couch. A few seconds later, her Daddy came in wearing just boxers, his lean body striding in; searching the desk and the area near the computer. He moved a few papers and looked around and finally gave up and left going towards the bedroom again.

“Honey, I don’t see them, are you sure…”

“Daddy please; can you see if I dropped them in the big chair behind your desk.”