Chapter 76

That word was so sexual. We never used it in the practice, obviously, just the clinical terms: labia, vagina, clitoris. Pussy is a word reserved for women you’re actually fucking.

I shook it off. It was because of Tom, I reminded myself. He says that word. I wasn’t thinking about my daughter’s pussy.

Penny went over to a friend’s that night, so I paid a trip to see Laura.

“Hey cutie,” I said when I got to the hotel room. I always saw her there. She was waiting in the white nightgown I bought her, with a pink bow between the breasts. I don’t know, but it just kills me to see women in innocent cotton nightwear.

“Hey Frank,” she said. She was still wearing her socks. I was already getting hard.

I put my coat down on the chair and came over to the bed.

“Sit on my lap sweetie.”

Laura has an amazing ass: tight and smooth and biteable. She separated her cheeks so she caught my cock right in between.

“Good girl,” I said. “Let’s see if you’ve been a good girl?”

She purred, and got on her hands and knees on the bed. We’ve been through this many times before.

“Now, pull yourself apart. Show me,” I said, standing behind her.

She separated her asscheeks and let me see her asshole and cunt, pink and wet. I leaned in and took an inhale; amazing.

I love pussy. I may be professional at work, but I’m still a man. It’s like a switch goes on when I have a woman in bed. I reminded myself that it might be time to start dating again, maybe Tinder, so I could meet young ladies normally. Laura was expensive.

“Mmm.” I leaned down and parted her lips. She was shiny and wet; perfect. I gave her a kiss. “Looks like you’ve been naughty,” I said.

“Yes sir.” Laura, one of her best virtues, is she can make herself weep. I heard her sniffling and got rock hard in my pants. “I’m so sorry sir. I was touching myself.”

I rubbed her ass with my hand, flat. “Well we can’t have that, can we?” I asked.

“I’ll do anything,” Laura said, her voice thick with shame. “Please, forgive me.”

“Hmm…” I raised my hand back and gave her a loud slap on the ass. She jerked up and let out a whimper. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?”

She only nodded this time, still sniffling. I spanked her again.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes sir!”

Her cunt looked amazing from behind. Though I loved my wife, nothing beats a young woman’s pussy.

I unzipped my pants.

“Beg me for it, whore,” I instructed her.

“Please sir! Please fuck me!”

I placed my cock at her entrance.

“Is this what you need? Your little cunt needs to be fucked?” I rubbed up and down her folds. They were like velvet.

“Yes sir, please sir, please!”

She was sobbing now. Normally I can let her go on like this, but I was especially hard that night, and didn’t have the patience. I speared her with my cock, grabbed her by the hips, and began to fuck her from behind.

“You like being fucked like an animal?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she screamed.

I placed one leg up, by her shoulders, to get better leverage. I began to plough her so hard that I could hear my balls slap her ass.

“What a good whore you are Laura,” I groaned. “Take my cock baby, take it kitten, yes that’s it…”

She was reduced to a screaming mess, groaning and moaning into the pillow.

“Oh yeah, you love cock don’t you?” I said, picking up the pace. “You like it?”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes, daddy, yes!”

I went numb for a second. My vision flashed white.

“What?”

“Fuck me daddy!” Laura screamed. “Fuck your little girl!”

All of the sudden I was harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I grabbed her by the hips hard enough to live bruises, and began to bang her so hard the bed slammed against the wall. All the while, she cried, “yes daddy, yes daddy! Oh, fuck my cunt daddy!”

I let out an enormous groan, and then came for what seemed like a full minute, shooting my load into Laura’s pussy. When I pulled out, cum dripped down her leg.

She flopped onto her back, smiling. “So, you liked that?”

I was speechless. “Yes,” I stuttered.

Now what the hell was I going to do about that?

When I got home that night, Penny was already on the couch watching tv. I could hardly look at her, let alone hug her. I was afraid I smelled like sex, for one, but also because of what Laura had said. Nothing had ever turned me on so much, nor upset me as completely.

Penny was in her short cotton pajama shorts and a camisole, her little body looking very warm in a blanket on the couch.

“Hi daddy,” she said. “I left some chicken in the fridge for you. How was your day?”

“Great sweetie,” I said. Good, kitchen. A perfect excuse. I filled up a plate and warmed it in the microwave, trying to get the guilt out of my head.

Why did I even need to be guilty? People had fantasies, and it wasn’t as if I’d fantasized about Penny. Laura was a hot young prostitute; of course I liked when she got dirty.

Still, I sat at the kitchen table several feet from Penny while I ate.

“Did you think any more about… what I asked yesterday?” she said.

I stopped chewing. Damn it. I’d been so preoccupied with not letting Tom see her that I hadn’t thought of a solution.

“Why don’t we wait until you visit grandma at Christmas?” I said.

Penny made a face. “Dad, that’s six months away! Don’t you think it’s important I go now?”

That gave me pause. “Sweetie, are you having sex?”

The thought terrified me. Penny was just a little girl! She couldn’t be having sex.

But, based on the look on her face, I didn’t have to worry.

“Dad, no! It’s just what I said. I’m eighteen now.” She shook her head. “Dad, I’m home every night, and you know my all friends. I’m not having sex. All the boys in town are so gross.”

I didn’t like to admit how relieved this made me. But I should have known; my Penny wouldn’t waste her virginity on some small-town boy.

“Alright then. I’ll have to think of something,” I said.

“Why don’t you want me to see Dr. Tom?” she asked.

I froze up, but opted for the truth. “Honey, Dr. Tom is a bit too friendly with some of the younger patients, if you understand. He’s not the most professional—as you might understand, he’s a man, and can sometimes forget he’s a doctor when he’s around pretty girls.”

She blushed. “Oh. That makes sense.”

She didn’t say anything else, just went back to watching tv. I finished eating and went to load the dishwasher. I was beat.

“I’m headed for the shower,” I said, blowing her a kiss on the way up the stairs.

Penny looked up. “Daddy, if you’re nervous about someone staying professional, why don’t you do it? I trust you, and you’d be the most likely person to stay in control. You’re a great doctor.”

I froze. Me?

I expected Penny to be joking, but when I looked back at her, she was sitting on the couch, looking so adorable in her little pajamas, hands in her lap.

An image of her flashed in my mind: little Penny, legs in stirrups, spread wide, my face between them. Only instead of just looking, I was lapping at her pretty little pussy. My cock twitched.

Pussy again! What was wrong with me?

“I don’t know, sweetie,” I said. My hands were shaking. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I have to get in the shower.”

“Okay Daddy,” she said. “Goodnight. I love you.”