Chapter 13

User 762.Male. 51.Plus an entertainer, already booked through the agency. Age 24.

I want full roleplay from you, adlib and convincing. You'll be my daughter again, still in her uniform after college, and Daddy won't be home yet. You'll think he's working late at the office, and you'll be a naughty girl – fucking your dirty boyfriend on Daddy's sofa.

I'll find you, doing very filthy things with a boy you shouldn't be with. He'll have already come inside your tight little pussy, and he'll be fucking your ass. Naughty girl.

Daddy will make him leave, and you'll be punished for it. A very hard spanking, while you say sorry over and over. And then Daddy will wash you clean from the filthy boy's grime, and show you that you don't need idiot boys to do what Daddy can do so much better.

Daddy will make you dinner, and then he'll show you how much he loves you, all over again.

Convincing actress, just like last time. Schoolgirl outfit. Pigtails. White socks.

Oral, pussy, anal. Spanking (including pussy) and being told off. Deep cleaning in the shower – expect some intense pussy and ass action, as well as some ‘uncomfortable' situations.

An overnighter, sleeping in a girly bedroom.

I hope you accept. Can't wait to see my little girl again.

Duration – 14 hours.

Proposal price – ￡8000.

As the cabtakes me into Wrenshaw, it looks so familiar it gives me a hot flush on sight. The past few months fade away, and I'm instantly back in the zone. I'm Holly again, heading back from college, waiting to see her very dirty daddy.

I know the next fourteen hours are going to be intense.

My pulse is racing, lost in the filthy memories. I was so scared last time around – diving deep into roleplay without a clue what I was doing. I was riddled with imposter syndrome, my insides churning at the fear that I was in way over my head.

But it worked.

I got a five-star review and several hot rounds of my fake daddy's cum, and I loved every single second of it. Apart from the one where it had to end… goodbye, Daddy. I had morning after syndrome hardcore that day.

I'll be so damn happy to be saying hello, Daddy all over again.

The cab pulls up at the end of the street, and I'm much more confident in my fake college outfit this time around. My hair is already up in two long, dark pigtails, and I won't be giving a shit who sees me in my blazer, blouse and tie. I can pass for a college girl easily enough. I pull my long white socks up high once I've handed the fare over, and get out of the car with a smile, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Thanks for the ride."

I know Daddy's house. It's the one in the corner of the posh suburban estate, emblazoned in my memory. I trot along the path, revelling in how dirty it feels to be playing such a naughty little student. I don't care if anyone is watching through the windows. Hell, part of me is even buying into the fact I'm heading home after college. I can see why people aim for the bright lights of Hollywood.

Ha. Holly-wood. How apt.

I may not be performing at the heights of the movie industry, but this sure isn't real life. In this fake reality I am Holly.

I can't wait for Daddy's hot cock. But first I have someone else to fuck. Holly's boyfriend. Oh yeah, crap. The wonder of Daddy had blocked out the immediate task at hand. The pre-cursor to Daddy will be different. I wonder if the entertainer he's booked alongside me is going to be a hardcorer. I wonder if I'll recognise him from the Christmas party. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.

I have to shut my mind off before I begin walking up Daddy's driveway, but I'm getting used to that part of the job now. His Merc isn't here this time.

I click arrived on the app, and the instructions ping straight back through.

Your boyfriend is already waiting inside for you. Make sure you're a very naughty girl before Daddy gets home.

I turn the doorhandle and step inside. The house is exactly as I remember it, with its huge gloss white kitchen at the end of the hallway. I remember sitting at the breakfast bar as Daddy grilled me on my ‘filthy notebook' and then punished me for it. I took one hell of an over the knee spanking that day.

I'm dumping my backpack and shoes by the shoe rack when a figure appears in a doorway off to the right. I start in shock and press a hand to my chest as I see the guy standing there in a school uniform. He's a pretty convincing college guy for a twenty-four-year-old – an attractive blond, leaning against the door frame at ease, showing no sign of nerves whatsoever.

"Hey, Holly, how's it going? Nice to meet you, since I'm your hot, college bastard of a boyfriend Scott. You've done User 762 before, right? You know the drill. Same old, same old."

His tone grates at me, as though this means nothing whatsoever. I'm out of role in a heartbeat and back to Ella, dressed up in a uniform and pigtails and feeling like a fraud.

"Yeah, I've played here before. Only once, though," I tell him.

"Lucky you. I've been Scott a few times. I'm the side part, though. You're the one who has to spend all night here. I get off lightly. Lucky me."

He laughs like it's funny. Like this is a job I should be rolling my eyes at with a ha, yeah, can't wait to be done, but that's bullshit. I want to be here, earning my money. It wasn't that long ago that I was working my ass off in a store for the minimum wage and up to my eyeballs in debt. I value Daddy for giving me this opportunity. For giving me eight fucking grand for one single night.

"I really enjoyed it here, actually," I say to the side part. "I had a lot of fun last time."

My voice is a lot more aggressive than I intended, and Scott stands up straight.

"Like playing at being an old guy's naughty girl, do you? Guess you're one of the hardcore gang, then. What an honour." He says it with such disdain. "Well, let's get to it. Pussy and ass, it said on my proposal. Sofa's in here." He points behind him.

I feel a bit grossed out as I follow him in with his swagger, because he's so damn blasé. He reminds me of one of the arrogant football players at high school that used to take the piss out of me. Jackass.

"What's your agency name?" I ask him, but he laughs.

"You want to play the game like a dirty hardcorer, so fuck agency names," he says. "I'm Scott, remember? My name is Scott. And I'm your boyfriend."

He gets straight on over to the sofa, dropping his school trousers and pants so his hard-on springs free. He's got an impressive dick, fair play. No wonder he gets a paycheck by using it. Just a shame he has to be such a fucking twat about it.

He rubs his shaft like it's just another day at the office to him. I guess it is.

"How do you like being fucked?" he asks. "Since you're a hardcorer living the dream, I guess you like it rough and dirty. I'll make sure I plug your ass nice and hard once I've filled your pussy up." He laughs as he checks his watch. "Got a bit of time yet to get in position. Daddy won't be back yet, so we'll get a bit of chill time before we get going."

Scottsounds pretty natural as an arrogant college stud, standing there with his dick out, so fine and fuck it, I'll get in the role I should be playing.

"Do what you want. Clearly, I'm just a girl in love, suckered in by an asshole college jock. So, how about you get in role, hey? We're already on our proposal timer."

"You for fucking real? You really want me to play Scott, right from the off?"

I take a seat on the sofa while he starts working his dick.

"Yes, I do."

"Why the hell do you want to do that?"

It's clear in his eyes he doesn't like goth girls.

"Um, how about because it'll help me get in the zone for the rest of the evening, and because we're being paid for it? We're on our client's time, remember, so do your job."

He looks at me like I'm mental, and yeah, he has the same kind of sneer on him as the guys from school did. I really don't like him. He knows he's hot, and he knows people will pay him for it, and he's likely been a playboy his whole fucking life, but fuck him. Unfortunately, it's going to be literally.

His eyes flame up at my attitude, but I don't care, I stare right up at him, flicking my pigtails.

"Come on, will you? Get in gear and at least pretend you're enjoying it. You are a professional, after all. Or you're supposed to be."

The arrogant tosser kneels on the sofa cushion beside me, and he's so much bigger up close. The fire in his eyes is more real now. I've clearly touched a nerve. He sneers at me like I'm worthless.

"Don't worry, Holly. I will be enjoying it. If you want me to play at being your boyfriend, you'd better start playing the fawning girlfriend who wants to fucking take it."

"Or the sweet little thing that Scott is exploiting."

He looks me up and down.

"That's the road you want to go down, is it? I get it. Fine by me."

He shoves me backwards against the arm of the sofa, and his fingers go straight to the buttons on my blouse, practically wrenching them open.

"Get your skirt up," he says. "Scott wants Holly's tight little cunt, and he wants it now."

I hitch up my skirt as Scott gets to my bra. He tugs it down and frees my tits, smirking as he sees them.

"Nice rack on you."

"Thanks, Scott."

He runs his hand up between my legs, and I feel weirdly vulnerable in my white cotton panties as he hooks his fingers inside them, but I can't help fucking gasping as he finds the right spot. He's straight there, smack bang on the money. But it figures. Of course it does. The guy is an entertainer. He gets paid to know what he's doing.

"Don't worry, baby," he says. "I'll get you off and make you take it like a horny bitch before Daddy gets home. You really can be embarrassed at how hard you're coming when he steps in through the door. No fucking fakery about it."

I gasp as he curls two thick fingers inside me, my body betraying me.

"You want to get in role, let's get in role. Tell me how much you want your boyfriend."

My hips work of their own accord, my legs spreading. I stare into the asshole's eyes as he works my pussy inside and out, and I force myself back into the zone, for my own fucking head's sake.

I want to want Scott. I need to want Scott. I need Daddy to see it.

But Daddy can also realise his sweet little girl has been duped by a playboy…

"Please take me, Scott," I say. "I know you've been with other girls, but take me. Show me how to be better than them, and I will be. Whatever you want. I promise."

It only fuels his arrogance.

"They were hot lays, so you'd better match up. I don't just want to break your pussy, you know that? I want your little virgin ass, too."

I tip my head back, and spread wider, inviting more fingers from him.

"I want that, Scott," I tell him, "Please!"

I'm not ready for his cock yet, but he doesn't give a shit, just tugs my panties off and lines himself up.

"Take it, girlfriend."

He slams into me in one vicious thrust and I cry out, taking hold of my thighs to keep in position, my eyes still on his. I cry out again as he thrusts in and out like a cold-hearted bastard, and the guy really is a professional, because he moves himself out of alignment with me, knowing his cock is going to feel like shit from that angle. It grates as he fucks me like an amateur. Like he really is idiot Scott who just wants to get his dick wet at Holly's expense.

But fuck, I can't help enjoying the reality of his idiot character. I thrive on his sick arsed degradation, because it makes what I'm doing feel so much dirtier, and makes me feel much more in role, ready for Daddy. Holly the sweet little dearest feels like she's being so much dirtier for fucking her boyfriend.

"Harder, please," I say. "Just make me better than the other girls. I can be, I promise. Just give me the chance."

He pistons himself deeper, at an even worse angle, but I don't cry out, just grit my teeth and look up at him like I'm desperate to prove myself.

"Play with your clit, if you like," he says, but I shake my head.

"I don't need to. Being with you is enough. I've been dreaming of this moment for years."

The prick's eyes widen at that. I wonder if he can maintain his skills enough to stay in role, but he surprises me. He goes along with it.

"Did your sick fuck of a daddy find your notebook?" he asks, and I nod.

"Yeah, he did."

"And what did he do to you? Did he slap your ass for being a dirty bitch?"

"He hit me so hard, but I don't care. I'd take it all over again for you."

I hitch myself just a touch higher on the sofa arm, and he grunts at the new position. Yeah, fuck him, I'll get into the right angle myself, I want to be moaning for real when Daddy gets home.

Scott doesn't stop me shifting, just keeps on slamming my pussy, and I'm accepting him now, feeling the press of his girthy fucking cock head as it hits the right spot. I'm soon moaning for the idiot, desperate for his mouth on my tits when he finally drops his head to give it to me, biting one nipple, then onto the other.

"Yes please, Scott. Like that! Like that!"

But Scott doesn't do what Holly wants. He raises his face and kisses me like a messy young boyfriend, and I kiss him back like the inexperienced girl who's been out to fuck him for months, lifting my hips up to meet his thrusts. I want to make sure he fills me up with cum for Daddy to see.

Fuck, how I want Daddy to come home.

"You've got a nice cunt, Holly," Scott says. "Should've fucked you sooner, shouldn't I?"

I only hope I never have to fuck the prick again, but I don't say that, just let myself drift along in Holly's headspace, putting a smile on my face.

"You can take it whenever you want, that's what I want to be for you. A girl who pleases you."

I tilt my hips to take his cock deeper, and he grunts.

"Do I mean anything to you?" I ask him, some crazy deep part of me trying to poke the beast, and I feel it working. I feel the archetypes coming out and blooming from the subconscious.

Me the weirdo, him the popular guy from the football pitch – thinking I should be lucky to fuck him.

"No, you don't mean shit to me," he says. "You're a little freak, Holly, but you know what? I'll be your boyfriend if it means I get to plough the fuck out of your pussy and your dirty little ass. Will that make you feel better about yourself? Will that make you feel up to the other girls?"

This is so fucked up.

The energies at work here are wild, as though I really am a desperate bitch craving a prick like him.

"I'm going to come inside you," he says. "Your freaky little cunt can take my cum, and I hope you're fucking grateful."

"I am grateful," I say, caught up in the whirlwind. "I'm really grateful, Scott, I swear."

"Here you go, then. Here you fucking go."

He fucks me so hard as he unloads, pinning me tight to the arm of the sofa as he uses me like a piece of meat. He doesn't give a shit about my pleasure, just about filling me up, and I feel so used. Like poor little Holly really does exist here in this space, taken advantage of by an asshole. I look down at my cum-dripping pussy when he pulls out, and I feel ashamed, picturing Daddy's face as he sees the mess Scott has made.

"Next hole," he says and hoists my legs up higher.

"You can do it again? Already?" I ask.

He grips his dick and slaps it off my dribbling pussy. "I'm still fucking hard," he says, "all I need to keep going is a tight asshole choking me. It'll take me a bit longer to come, but all the more for you to enjoy. You're welcome."

What an absolute wanker.

"Great," I say and look him right in the eyes as he lines up, ready to shunt his donkey cock in my ass like a super stud.

Shame he is one. I can imagine so many people going wild for him. Just like I have to.

I clench as hard as I can against him, fighting it, like I am a needy little awestruck freak he's taking advantage of, and ah, yes, it's working. There is genuine lust in his eyes when he looks at me.

This isn't just a paycheck anymore. This isn't just earning some cash with his cock and fucking off home for the night.

He wants to fuck the dirty, needy freak I'm pretending to be, and he wants her to know she's worthless. She's a girlfriend because of the filthy sex she'll dish out to him and nothing more.

"Give it to me, Scott," I say, and he pushes harder, but I squeeze for all I'm worth. "I don't care if it hurts, Scott, just give it to me. Please."

"Fucking hell, Holly, your ass is like a vice."

"You're a strong guy though, Scott. Show me. Show me how fucking strong you are. You are strong, aren't you? I hope so."

My words send him wild, and he jams the head of his cock in so hard it hurts, my ass losing the battle. I still fight him, muscles clenching with everything I have, and it makes me whimper as he pushes deeper.

I'm so focused on Scott fucking my ass like I'm a worthless bitch that I barely notice Daddy's car pull up in the driveway. Scott picks up momentum when he hears the front door go, and I have to cry out, still clenching my muscles around him so bad it hurts.

"Ow, Scott," I say. "You're in my ass. You're all the way in my fucking ass!"

"Take it," he says. "I'm gonna dump you unless you give me your dirty little asshole, and I'll tell everyone how lame you are. I'll tell them all you can't take it."

"Scott! I'm not sure if I can! Ow, Scott, ow! You're hurting me!"

Oh my fucking God, Daddy is a lot better at roleplay than Scott could ever be. He strides into the living room as though he's genuinely horrified, raging. He glares between me and the guy fucking me as though he's walked in on the crime of the century.

"Get off my little girl, you disgusting piece of shit!" he yells.

He grabs Scott by the collar, and yanks him the hell away from me, sending him sprawling onto the living room floor, and I'm there on Daddy's sofa with my legs up high, dripping cum from my pussy with my gaping asshole on display.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" he booms at Scott, and my boyfriend pulls his trousers up as quickly as he can.

He doesn't even bother saying goodbye, just runs away like the pathetic weasel Scott would be.

Daddy glares down at me so fiercely that I feel ashamed. I go to lower my legs, but Daddy won't have it.

"DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" he barks, and I nod, keeping myself in position. He takes Scott's place on the sofa, and I burn up as he spreads my pussy lips. "He came inside you, didn't he? That disgusting prick came inside you?"

"Yeah, he did, but I couldn't help it, Dad. He said he'd dump me if I didn't take it. And I know he's been with other girls. Hailey from gymnastics wants him too, so if I didn't let him fuck me I wouldn't have got him. And I wanted him. I wanted him so much."

"You wanted this?" Daddy runs his thumb against my slit, slick with Scott's cum. "Jesus Christ, Holly, I'm so ashamed of you."

"I, um…"

"Admit it, Holly," he says. "You wanted this, didn't you? Don't you dare lie to me."

I bite my lip before I answer.

"Yes, Daddy."

He runs his fingers around my used ass and slides one inside.

"Did you want his cock in here, too?"

I don't answer him.

"HOLLY! Did you want his cock in your ass?"

"I said I'd give him whatever he wanted, so yeah. I did. I did want his cock in my ass."

Daddy gives me three hard slaps across my raised thighs in a flash.

"Keep yourself spread! You hear me? You're in so much fucking trouble."

Oh hell, Holly's nerves rise up.

"Daddy, I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have done it. But I couldn't stop myself! I couldn't!"

Another three slaps, and I arch myself, my legs still high. Fuck, how filthy it feels to be on display.

"Don't I give you enough?" he asks. "If you're horny enough to take a worthless piece of shit like him, then Daddy needs to give you more. But you ASK for it. You ask nicely, and you DON'T take dirty boys' dicks in you. You're a bad girl, Holly. How many times have we talked about this? How many times have I told you?"

"But you've been at work!" I say, back to the Holly that was here before. "I didn't want to disturb you, Dad. And I like Scott. I can't help it, Dad, I do!"

"Scott doesn't know what the fuck he's doing with his dick, Holly. I'll always be better than him. Always."

"I know that now, Dad. I'm sorry. He was shit, ok? He was shit!"

Daddy keeps slapping me, and I pant, taking it. My thighs must be pink as he keeps on punishing his dirty little girl. When he spreads my pussy lips again, he pushes two fingers in. I'm so slick with the remnants of Scott that I'm a slurpy mess. Daddy holds his fingers up to show me.

"Your pussy took this, Holly, so it's going to have to be punished for it, you understand?"

I whimper. "Please, Dad… I've learnt my lesson…"

"No you haven't, sweetheart, we haven't even started yet."

"Don't hurt me there, please," I say, then bite my lip, fighting back fake tears.

"I'm sorry, but you need to be taught. Start behaving and keep your legs spread for me."

"How many times are you going to hit me?"

"Until you've really learnt your lesson."

He shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeve. I brace myself as he places his hand on my pussy, because oh fuck, how I love pussy pain. His forearms are so strong, so muscular and veined. His hand slaps like a beast, and I'm moaning for him from the first slap, squirming as it makes my skin flame. I let the words tumble free from my mouth, please, Daddy, that hurts so bad. Daddy, I've learnt my lesson, I promise. I promise.

Oh fuck. FUCK. He slaps me even harder, using his strength until he's grunting. I assume he's done with the punishment when he breaks the rhythm, but he looks me right in the eyes, and he must see the lust there under my squeals. We're fixed in time. His stare digging right into my filthy fucking heart.

And I give him the slightest nod. Just a tiny hint.

I want more and Daddy knows it.

"Spread your pussy lips," he tells me. "Show me that dripping hole that Scott left behind."

I do as I'm told, making sure I reveal my clit, proud and ripe, because I know what's coming. He circles it with his fingers for just a few seconds as I gasp, and I close my eyes and tip my head back.

"Don't you dare close yourself, Holly. Don't you fucking dare."

"I won't, I'll take it like a good girl."

I cry out as he lands the first slap, right on my swollen clit. My fingers are already trembling as he lines up for another.

"Think of Scott, sweetheart. Think of the dirty things he's done to you, and say sorry as you take your punishment."

Fuck, how he hits me.

"Sorry, Daddy."

Another one.

"SORRY!" I cry out, panting.

He does another two in quick succession, aiming his hand just right, and it hurts, oh God how it hurts, but I want it to. I want Daddy to punish me.

"If you're going to act like a slut, Holly, you're going to pay for it."

"I know, Daddy. SORRY!"

I'm a trembling wreck as he carries on punishing my spread cunt, my clit hurting so bad it's stinging like sin. The tears in my eyes are real, but I do as I'm told and no matter what, I keep myself open for him.

He's panting himself when he stops.

I look down and see how pinked up I am, and my pussy lips are swollen, the dark bloom of the pain beautifully clear.

"You're full up with his filthy cum," Daddy says as he slides three fingers inside me. "I'm going to wash it out of you."

My pussy hurts as he pulls me up from the sofa. He slaps my ass as he sends me upstairs ahead of him, then shoves me into the bathroom from behind. I stare on in shock as he sets the temperature of the shower to cold and switches it on.

"I'm not going to give you time to get undressed, Holly. You've been too naughty. Get in the shower, right now."

I step in on shaking legs, trying to avoid the freezing jet of the water.

"Sit down," he tells me. "Hitch yourself up. I need to wash you."

"But Daddy, it's going to be so cold!"

He looks me right in the eyes. "Do you want me to make you a clean girl again or not?"

It's my choice, I can feel it. I'm tingling all over, and I can't believe I really want this, but I do. I'm going to be scrubbed in cold water, and I want it. I want whatever Daddy wants to give his little girl.

I sit down in the shower tray and brace my back against the wall, and I spread my legs, exposing my sore, swollen cunt for him. He sprays me all over first, making me gasp for breath, the water icy cold, soaking my uniform and it's horrible and good both at once, being treated like this. I look up at Daddy with his gorgeous salt and pepper hair over mahogany. His bright green eyes are beautiful as they hold onto mine, and his beard is immaculate, trimmed to perfection.

I remember oh so clearly why I got morning after syndrome after a night with him.

I'm back in the surreal dimension now, where I really am schoolgirl Holly, and I want to be. I want my beautiful Daddy to make his girl pure again.

He takes the shower head down from the stand and aims the water straight at my pussy, making me flinch and gasp.

"Spread," he says, and I pull my pussy lips apart all over again, the cold water a surprising relief to the burn of punishment. I moan as he takes a flannel down from a shower hook behind him. He soaks it in the flow of the shower. It's going to be so fucking cold, and I know where he's going to use it. I can feel it.

He's on his knees now, still suited, and getting wet himself in the shower along with me, but that doesn't bother him as he begins to scrub my cunt. He's rough, and it's freezing, and I moan, but I don't stop him.

"Daddy's going to clean Scott's disgusting mess out of you now, sweetheart," he says, and I nod.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I'm going to scrub you out from the inside, and it might feel bad, but trust me, you need it."

"I know, Daddy."

He uses three fingers, wrapped up in the wet flannel, and it's so fucking thick that I groan as he shoves it inside me. He twists his wet flannelled fingers in and out, nice and deep, and it's freezing cold, but I love it.

"Please, Daddy," I whimper. "Clean him out of me. I want him out of me."

"I am, sweetheart. Don't worry."

He pulls out and soaks the flannel in fresh water, and starts over again, circling his fingers as he clears out the cum, and I can't help but move against him. I can't stop myself circling my hips. I groan when he pulls out to do it all over again, and he's an expert at the tease. Every time I get into the flow, he stops, until I'm a writhing mess with my teeth chattering from the cold. But my pussy needs him. I really need to come.

"I think you're clean now," he says, locking me in a stare.

"Please, Daddy, no. Please. He's still inside me. It's still dirty!"

"Daddy's going to have to clean you harder then, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you."

He wraps an extra finger up in the flannel this time. Four of them. And I'm so ready and so fucking desperate, that I spread myself as wide as I can, the water still cascading all over me.

Daddy's fingers stretch me so divinely that I collapse onto my back, not giving a shit for the fact that my long, dark pigtails are swimming in the pooled water by the plug hole. I buck against him as he sprays me, gasping and moaning as I reach my peak.

"It feels nice to be clean, doesn't it?" he asks me, and I moan louder. I love what he's doing to me. I absolutely fucking love it. "Daddy will always keep you clean, sweetheart. And if you're a good girl, Daddy will always make it feel good."

He puts the shower head closer to my pussy so the jet lands right on my clit, still pumping his fingers in and out, and I'm done for. I cry out with a Daddy! And then I come, hard. Really fucking hard as my gorgeous daddy cleans his girl out.

I'm still bucking and panting when he shunts me back against the wall and moves his flannelled fingers to my ass. I don't complain and don't fight when he lines them up, all four of them ready for my ass, just like they were for my pussy. It's going to hurt like fuck, being stretched so wide and so cold, but I'm smiling through my chattering teeth.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Good girl, Holly. Good girl."

He has to force his thick fingers in me, but I don't fucking care. I call his name, and give myself up to him, because he's the one in charge here. He's the one who knows how to make me a good, clean girl again.

"That's Daddy's girl," he says, with his fingers buried deep, and I love being Daddy's girl. I love how he cleans my asshole with a cold, wet flannel, plunged inside.

"One hole left," he says when he finally pulls his fingers free, and I don't know what he's talking about until he tells me to get on my knees. I do as I'm told and one of my tits escapes from my soaked shirt, my nipple so fiercely hard. My hand goes to it on autopilot, desperate for more. But he slaps my hand away, then stands up to tower over me.

He's still holding the shower head as he takes my chin and tips my face up. I'm grateful when he turns the temperature up, my shivering body relieved at the warmth.

"Open your mouth, Holly," he says. "Daddy's going to clean Scott's filthy spit away. He kissed you, didn't he? He got his nasty spit in your mouth?"

"Yes, he did, Daddy."

There is something especially filthy in Daddy's stare as I obey his command this time. Something unspoken. I open my mouth up wide and poke my tongue out, just as I would do if he was giving me cum from his cock, but that's not what he wants from me.

He positions the jet of water so it's aimed right at my mouth, filling me up and spilling free. I have to gargle, fighting the retch.

"Swallow," he says, and it feels weird to be swallowing warm water, with it overflowing and spilling all over me.

"Good girl," he tells me. "Swallow as much as you can."

I drink the warm water from the shower head as quickly as I can as it gushes, and he palms his cock through his wet trousers, and I wonder what he's thinking when he's staring down at me.

I keep swallowing, and the water keeps overflowing, and there is something extreme beyond words in it. I wonder if he's going to get his cock out… I wonder… I wonder if he's going to replace the warm water with some dirty warm water of his own…

But no. It's not in the proposal. That proposal would be so fucking hardcore.

And so fucking horny.

I slip my fingers between my legs and strum my clit, only interrupting the jet of water in my mouth to say the words.

"You can do it, if you want to, Daddy. You can make me a dirty girl as well as a clean one."

I can't believe I'm saying this. I can't believe I'm wanting it.

But I can believe that the urge to pee comes over me so bad that I can't hold back. With my fingers still on my clit and my one exposed nipple standing proud, the hot stream comes gushing out of me. I strum my clit and moan at him. His eyes are on my pissing pussy as his hand moves to his crotch and I know I'm tempting him.

"I love being dirty for my daddy," I say as my flow comes to a stop and I run my fingers through my slit.

Here it comes… make or break…

But he shakes his head and switches the shower off.

"No, Holly, that's enough for now."

Damn it. A deep, filthy part of me is so disappointed.

Daddy helps me to my feet, then strips me out of my soaking wet uniform, wrapping me up in a towel from the rack. I watch him as he wrings out my clothes and positions them on the radiator, ready to dry off for tomorrow morning, and then he wipes me down, taking extra special care of my pussy – rubbing just right.

Thanks, Daddy. Thank you.

I'm dry and warm when he strips off his own clothes and tosses them on the floor beside us. His cock is beautifully hard, and the veins I remember so well are there, so ready to give my pussy a thrill. I want it so bad as he takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom.

But no. He takes a pale blue shirt from his wardrobe and hands it to me.

"Put this on, Holly."

"Thanks, Daddy," I say and let the towel fall.

His eyes go straight to my tits and I know he wants to throw me on the bed but it seems he's a master at restraint.

"Shirt on, Holly," he says and I could cry when he grabs a fresh pair of boxers and pulls them on, tucking his beautiful cock away.

I shrug his oversized shirt on and do up the buttons as he pulls on a pair of grey suit trousers and chooses a white shirt for himself.

"There now," he says, with a smile. "Where were we? Ah yes, time to feed my girl. I have your favourite for you," he tells me, looking so proud as he gestures me downstairs. Mood back to sweetness and light.

I remember how good my favourite is and my stomach rumbles. Daddy makes an amazing casserole.

I make up some stories about my day's lessons while he cooks for us. He laughs along with some of my student whinging as he gets me a glass of juice, and I wonder yet again what kind of guy he is when he's not playacting.

"Here you go, sweetheart," he says when he serves up, and my eyes are on his as we eat our dinner.

There's so much I'd like to ask him, but it isn't my place, and it's none of my business. I'm just an entertainer, and he's just a client. That divide needs to stay there, no matter what.

He most likely has a full life outside of this fantasy, just as I do.

I have a boyfriend waiting back home for me, and a pending apartment in Belgravia. The thought gives me a pang, because I wonder what Josh is doing right now – how much he's enjoying the daddy of his own.

I'm only glad Josh wasn't enlisted as Scott on this proposal. I'd have hated to see Daddy turf him out like that.

"You look deep in thought, Holly," Daddy says, and I give him my best sweet smile.

"I was just thinking how well you teach me to be a good girl," I say, and it makes him smile back.

"I know it was a tough punishment, sweetheart, but you were a very, very good girl tonight, and you deserve a reward. I'm going to make you forget all about that idiot, Scott."

"You mean you're going to play those games with me? Those special games?" I ask, like an eager little slut.

"That's right, Holly. I'll play some games with you. Just so long as you eat up all of your casserole."

I purposely gobble the rest of it down, so hungry for Daddy's dick that I couldn't give a shit how good the meal tastes or about the gravy dripping from my chin to his borrowed shirt. He laughs as he watches me.

"You're so lovely when you're being a good girl, Holly."

I give him a sweet smile. "Thanks, Dad."

And then the pleasure time begins.

When he stands up from his seat, my mouth gapes. Daddy's cock is poking from his trousers and it's hard as fuck. He walks around the table and gets up close, his cock head glistening. He takes hold of my shirt and rips it open, buttons popping, exposing my tits and my hard nipples. Fuck how I want him.

"You've left a bit," he says, nodding to my plate. "Finish it all, Holly, then you'll get the tastiest creamy dessert."

I glance at my empty plate, nothing but a bit of gravy left, and then I get it. I pick up the serving spoon, scoop up the gravy, and as soon as I've sucked the gravy from the spoon, like a good girl, his hands are gripping my pigtails and his cock is filling my mouth.

"I'm the luckiest daddy," he says, his thrusts relentless.

I can't answer because my mouth is stretched, so I moan around his veiny thickness and it's enough to tip him over the edge. I love it when he grips my hair tight. And I love it when he tenses and trembles. I suck my daddy hard until I'm retching and he shoots his load.

He lets go of my pigtails and takes a step back, his cock painted with spit.

I open my mouth and show Daddy his cum, pooling there, and then I swallow it all, licking my lips after.

"That was yummy, Daddy," I tell him.

He strokes my hair. "I'm blessed," he says, "to have such an amazing daughter."

Ha! Amazing, yeah. I grin up at him. "Thanks, Daddy."

He pulls me up from my stool and rips my shirt off me. I moan for Daddy as he licks my tits, making sure to give each nipple a good hard suck.

"That's so nice, Daddy," I tell him.

"Because you're so nice, sweetheart," he says, weighing my tits in his hands and thumbing my nipples. I'm so horny right now, I really want to take control and jump him.

"Lie on the sofa for me," he says, "time for my creamy dessert."

I don't need telling twice. I skip on over there like a good girl and I'm in crazy, fantasy heaven as I lie there, legs spread as my daddy eats me out, lapping at my pussy like I'm a delicacy. He twirls his tongue around my clit, and I hold his head to me, and it doesn't take long, his beard rubbing me just right as he sucks my clit and I'm done, coming hot and hard in his face.

"Thanks, Daddy," I say as he looks up at me, his beard glistening, his smile divine.

"You taste… perfect, sweetheart," he says and climbs on top of me, his cock hard again.

I love that he's still dressed while I'm naked. It makes him so much more authoritative. Plus he's nearly thirty years my senior, and it makes the dynamic so convincing. So fantastically hot.

"Daddy's going to show you how much he loves you now," he says to me, and teases my slit with the head of his dick.

The words should choke in my throat, but they don't. They come out easily.

"I love you too, Daddy."

He eases his way inside me. "Say that again, sweetheart."

"I love you, Daddy. I love the way you feel inside me. I love it when you make me a good little girl."

"That's it," he says, and I keep on going.

I lower my voice to a girly whisper.

"I love you, Daddy. I love you so much. You're the best daddy in the world."

He groans and picks up the pace, and I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. This is so fucked up, but it feels so right.

"Kiss me, Daddy," I whisper. "Show me how much you love me."

Daddy's kisses are soft at first. Sweet gentle presses of his lips against mine. But we're both too in the zone to take it slow. Daddy's tongue pushes in my mouth and I moan as I kiss him back.

He doesn't break the kiss and doesn't say a word as he pulls out of my pussy and shifts his cock to my ass instead. I shuffle into position to help, with my mouth still on his, and he's so slow as he eases his way in. So caring.

"I know this is going to hurt," he says, "but I'll–"

"Don't worry, Daddy," I tell him, giving him a little clench. "Having my daddy's beautiful cock in my ass is worth the pain."

"Dear God," he says and pushes his cock deeper.

"That's it, Daddy!" I wince and give him a few OWs! "More, Daddy."

He grunts as he shoves all the way in, flesh against flesh.

"It hurts," I tell him, "but it's a good hurt, Daddy."

He looks at me like I'm a gift from above. I know I've got him. But in the craziest way, he's also got me.

"I love you so much, Daddy," I tell him.

Because right now, I really do love him. Holly loves him. I feel her love for him in my gut, and she loves him too much to want to let him go.

He must read it my eyes, the truth of it.

"Again," he says softly.

"I love you, Daddy. You are my world."

"You're such a good girl, you know that?" he says, pulling back and thrusting back in.

"Only for you, Daddy."

I don't know how long it is until Daddy comes in Holly's ass, but I'm bucking like mad when he finally does it, lost in an orgasm of my own that has me squealing, and then we lie together on his sofa, catching our breath.

Again, there is so much I could ask him. But I don't.

I take a bath with Daddy when we head upstairs for the night. I ride his cock in the water, my hair still swinging in pigtails as he reaches up and twists my nipples.

"Such pretty tits," he says. "You're gorgeous, Holly. My beautiful girl."

Even when Daddy has done coming, he doesn't stop pleasuring me. He takes me to the girly pink bedroom and uses his mouth on my pussy for so long that I'm shaking, so hypersensitive that I can barely stand it, and even when I've come so much that I'm a used-up wreck, he doesn't stop. He kisses me through the night, and tells me how much he loves me, and strokes my hair. He plays with my tits, and nips at my nipples, and has me begging for another round of his cock in my pussy. He gives it to me. Fuck knows how, but he manages it.

Finally, at some point, we drift off to sleep together, but he's out of my arms by the morning.

I wake up to the sound of his footsteps at the side of the bed, opening my tired eyes after a yawn.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart. Time to get up."

He's already suited for the day ahead, and I get a flash of déjà vu, because I remember with crystal clarity how horrifying this was last time around. I remember the dread at having to leave Daddy's place when it was all over, unsure whether I'd ever see him again.

I get dressed in my school uniform – dry from the bathroom radiator and folded neatly for me on a chair – then make my way down to the kitchen. He makes me a pancake breakfast, and I watch him in admiration as he does it, not sure how he can be so fresh and ready for work after such a long and heavy night. Whatever his work might be.

He dishes up and I give him a thanks, Dad, before I eat, and then I redo my pigtails as he clears up the kitchen, unsure quite what to say.

He looks at me over his shoulder as he puts the dishwasher on.

"You make sure you stay away from Scott. If I find you with him again, the punishment will have to be worse. Daddy will have to teach you even more of a lesson."

I grin at him, then use the opportunity.

"I won't go near Scott again, Dad, I promise. He's a total idiot, and he was rubbish. But there are other boys at college, you know, and I like some different ones."

"I see. You don't like Scott now," he replies, and I know he gets my meaning.

"You aren't allowed any different boys either, so the same applies. If I find you with any boy in this house there will be trouble. And I know some boys are much, much dirtier than Scott, so be very, very careful. I'll do whatever I need to do to pull you back in line, you know that."

I buzz at the thought.

"Yes, Daddy. I know that."

My God, I can only hope to imagine what his next proposal might entail… I'm pushing him and I know it.

Holly is pushing him, and I'm glad, because that's what hardcorers do… they make their clients' deepest fantasies come to life.

"Bye, Dad," I say, and kiss his cheek before I leave – my socks pulled up high and my backpack slung over my shoulder.

"Bye, sweetheart. You be good and study hard."

"I will," I tell him with a smile.

"That's my girl," he says.

"And Dad…"

He raises an eyebrow. "Thank you, for everything you do for me. You really are the best."

He shakes his head at me and smiles.

"I think we both know who the best is here, Holly," he says. "Seriously, I couldn't have wished for more."

"Same for me, Dad," I say.

"Off you go," he says and pats my ass as I walk away. "I'll be thinking of you all day."

"I'll be thinking of you all week," I tell him, and that's no lie.

"Till next time," he says, music to my pussy.

I blow him a kiss and give him a wave and skip out the door, closing it gently behind me.

Fuck, that was one intense proposal.

This time I don't have the grotesque lurch that I won't ever see him again, or the crippling morning after syndrome pain that came from leaving him behind – fantasy over.

I feel so happy as I call a cab from the end of his street, beaming as I look up at the clear blue sky.

DS I message Josh. Just waiting for the taxi.

Can't wait to see you, baby, he replies. I've been up all fucking night.

That news sets me alight. I have someone to go home to. Someone waiting for my safe return, with their arms open wide for me. Someone who loves me as much as Daddy does.

Only love with Josh is for real.