Chapter 1

“Hey, my girl!” I exclaimed as soon as I met my daughter Mandy at the airport, who quickly jumped into my arms. “Hello, I’m Andie,” the girl behind her said as soon as I finished hugging Mandy. “I’m Frank, pleased to meet you, Andie.” Two beautiful girls to walk with, I told myself as we headed out to the parking lot.

“Your niece, Kathy, coming later today?” Andie asked as we walked.

“Ah, tomorrow,” I replied, thinking now of the convincing phone calls I’d had to make to my sister-in-law, Kathy’s mother, to assure her that Kathy was being placed in good hands. It would be good for the girl to get away from her mom, if nothing else. Her dad was another story, a very sad one that I cared not to think about. Mandy was being very quiet, I noticed, but attentive. She insisted on getting in the backseat with me, and we cuddled a little as Andie drove.

“I miss you daddy,” Mandy declared with a tear in her eye as she nestled her face in my chest. I found her more beautiful than I remembered as I rubbed her back; a little surprised to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra. College girls! I couldn’t help but peek now between the bucket seats to see if Andie’s knockers were in similar neglect. They were, I assured myself.

“We going to the hotel?” I asked of Andie as my daughter went quiet. “She wants you to see the house first, I think,” Andie replied as our eyes met in the rearview window. “Ok,” I shrugged, not really caring that much, this as Mandy hugged me even tighter. The flight had only been about two hours, so I really wasn’t that tired and looked forward to seeing where my daughter had lived for the past two years. A tinge of guilt hit me as I realized that perhaps I should have visited her here at the university before now. I decided to blame my ex and to let the thought drop.

“So, tell me about Kathy,” Andie said with another look at me in the mirror; this time with a wink.

“Ahhh,” I stuttered, wondering exactly what the wink meant, “ ... She’s a little troubled ... salvageable though. Not much of student, so don’t expect much there. If you keep her happy ... and here abouts ... my family will thank you endlessly,” I added with a chuckle.

“We can handle her,” Andie declared with sexy smile at me this time, “ ... just like Mandy! A firm hand, a strong lock ... and lots of mind fucks.” I could tell now that Andie was trying to get a little rise out of me, which I kind of liked; I’m old, but not that old. “Did you spank her much?” Andie then asked with a smirk. I found this rather open conversation oddly titillating.

“You mean Mandy or Kathy?” I chuckled, starting to get into this flirting now; if that’s what it actually was.

“Mmm,” Mandy groaned with her face practically in my armpit now, “Daddies should spank more,” Mandy pouted.

“Now there’s an invitation if I’ve ever heard one,” Andie called as she turned to look at the two of us for a second.

“I was amiss,” I replied sarcastically.

“Mmm,” Mandy groaned, a little louder, “ ... I mean it, daddy ... I want you to spank me sometimes...”

What-the-fuck, I said to myself as I shook my head a little, she could have at least waited for us to be alone before teasing me like this. “I’ll spank any pretty girl,” I declared as I suppressed a smile, “You up for it, Andie?” I dared to flirt as I leaned forward.

“Noo ... sorry! But I’d love to watch—she has a beautiful butt ... responses well to a paddle.”

“Ah,” I chuckled, wondering now if I was going to pay a price for this kinky conversation. “Is that what you girls do after your nightly pillow fights?” I joked, getting another groan of disapproval from my daughter. “I want to feel your hand, daddy...” After hearing this I found myself staring into the mirror as Andie stared back, seeming to dare me to say ok.

“I’ll do it hard!” I promised in a gruff voice, willing to play along further. “I want you to make me cry...” Mandy said softly, “ ... it relieves stress...” This admission blew my mind as it sounded very sincere; maybe too sincere for a divorced father to hear. Fuck, if my dick wasn’t getting hard now! Best turn my attention back to this foxy girl driving the car, I told myself. The problem with simply doing that was the fact my daughter’s forearm was resting right across my lap; think of an ice bath, I told myself.

“She’s very pliable after a good cry,” Andie volunteered, “It’s usually her fault ... or she thinks it is ... not much padding on her butt ... very sexy though...”

Christ! What the hell was I supposed to say to that info. Mandy squeezed me even more, and I thought maybe her elbow was now aware of my growing hardon. I gently slid her arm a bit toward my knees, but then she quickly moved it back. After jiggling her elbow a few times over my dick, I became convinced she knew the state of my arousal. What was a dad to do!

“Do you want it now, because I can feel you molesting your poor dad?” I told my daughter. She dug in her elbow hard this time, causing me to flinch and byte my lip to prevent myself from scolding her more. “Do it!” Andie cheered, “She’s not going to stop.”

“Ok,” I said in a defeatist tone as I forced my daughter down across my lap, realizing now that she didn’t have her seatbelt on. Reason enough, I told myself as I smacked her miniskirt covered ass hard. “Put your damn seatbelt on,” I said angrily, “I’m not joking ... I’ll really spank you!” She thrust her hips up and down in response. I really was starting to get annoyed now.

Smack! Smack! Smack! “Enough?” I asked as I paused. Again, she thrust down on my dick several times. “Pull her skirt up so she feels it,” Andie suggested. Turns out I didn’t have to as Andie reached back between the bucket seats and did it for me. “Girl!” I said angrily in disbelief when I saw Mandy wasn’t wearing any panties, “Is this how all you girls dress now?”

“Oh, that deserves serious punishment!” Andie called out as she dared to reach back again to lay one loud blow on Mandy’s naked ass. SMACK! This got a wail out of my daughter, making my dick even harder. SMACK! SMACK! I matched Andie’s blow with those of my own, not once getting any objections from either of them. Was she crying now?

“Enough,” I said gently down to my prone daughter as I pulled her up and made her put on her seatbelt. As she sat up, she pressed a hand into my crotch, so there was no doubt in my mind now that she knew I was very aroused at this type of play. Her face looked a little red now, and I there was no shame there, only a slight smirk. “Mmmm!” I growled in frustration as I hugged her close.

“Stay with me tonight, daddy,” she whispered.

There was a little welcoming party for us when we got to the house, composed of scantly dressed girls, all sexy and perky I thought. The girl Penny was real looker to say the least, and I got the impression she was hooked up with one of the others, Sherel, who did most of the talking I noticed. “Can I move in here?” I teased my daughter as we walked into her bedroom, followed by Sherel and a distant Penny.

“Find out how much he cums,” I thought I heard Sherel whisper to Mandy, who simply nodded her head slightly in response. Must be out of context, I told myself as I looked around this small bedroom, while trying to figure out what really had been said behind my back. Mandy’s room seemed like any other college student’s room to me and was neat and clean. When Andie rolled in my suitcase, I found myself wondering how I was going to get to the hotel. Sherel leaned against the doorway now, giving off vibes of disapproval for some unknown reason; at least toward me.

“Not that red,” I heard Sherel declare softly in response to something Andie had whispered, this while Sherel lifted Mandy’s skirt up, just enough to expose half my daughter’s ass check. The peek was over in a flash, leaving me wondering if it had been some kind of faux pas move on Sherel’s part. Was I the only one who had noticed? Nobody else seemed to be acknowledging it had even happened. “Can you stay here tonight, daddy,” Mandy pleaded as soon as the other girls had left the room.