“Thanks Claire-bear. Let me know how it goes.” He adjusted his cock in his pants and started to walk away but turned around at the door. “Claire?”
My eyebrows raised in question.
“Don’t forget to let me know when you’re ovulating,” he said with a wink.
I felt the heat flush across my cheeks and nodded.
“Dirty girl!” Taryn whispered, nudging me with her elbow until I laughed. When I looked up again, he was gone. Down to the bull’s lounge most likely to wait for another assignment. As always, he would be in high demand on a Friday night like tonight. I picked up the phone and dialed room 216.
I watched on my display as the girl on the bed reached for the phone on the nightstand but her father beat her to it, a towel wrapped around his waist now from his shower.
“Hello?” the gruff voice asked as I watched him sit on the bed.
“Mr. Blanchard? This is Claire with Guest Services,” I crooned into the phone, making sure my voice oozed with sex.
“Claire, how nice of you to call me. I assume you spoke with the bull I ran into in the elevator?”
“I did, yes sir. He let me know you were requesting a female audience this evening?”
I watched as he nodded on the screen.
“Yes and you’re aware of our particular situation?” he asked carefully.
“Yes, I’m aware you are a father/daughter couple.”
“Excellent.” He cleared his throat. “As you’d can imagine, this particular taboo isn’t one I like to advertise however, I felt confident this establishment would be able to meet a request such as mine.”
“Oh absolutely, I’m looking forward to it actually.” I half fibbed. “What would you like to happen this evening Mr. Blanchard?”
“Well if you could arrive in say, thirty minutes or so?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t require any particular clothing or participation,” he explained.
“All right, so watching only,” I summarized.
“Unless of course you wish to play with yourself, that’s perfectly fine and up to you.”
“Mmmm thank you,” I replied, making sure my voice was husky.
“Other than that, we’ll just be fucking in the room,” he said stating the obvious. “We might go two or three rounds, is that alright?”
“Yes, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll make sure I’m free for the rest of the night so you don’t have a time constraint.”
“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “In the real world I don’t get to get to show off my girl and sometimes, you just need to, you know?”
“Considering I love it when I get fucked in public with a man I care for claiming me with his cock, I completely get it.”
He grunted and I watched his hand lazily stroke his dick under the terry cloth. “I wish we lived in a more progressive town where our relationship was accepted and I could bend her over at the park just like any other woman.”
I chuckled knowingly, coming from a small, ancient town like that myself. “I understand Mr. Blanchard, all too well.”
“If it weren’t for my business, I would have moved us both out of here to a more progressive state long ago,” he explained.
“Well that’s why you can always visit our hotel sir,” I said, plugging our services. “There’s no such thing as taboo here.”
He laughed softly. “Excellent, then I’ll see you in a bit?”
“I can’t wait,” I murmured and hung up the phone.
I quickly covered my desk with someone from the sixth floor. Their two penthouse suites were already taken care of for the night so one person could monitor them just fine. From there I went to our lounge to freshen up and make sure to use the rest room beforehand. You never wanted to interrupt a scene because you had to pee, a lesson I learned early on in my days with the hotel. A fresh coat of lipstick and a quick tug on my nipples to get them to perk up and I was on my way to their room. Thirty minutes had flown by.
I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles against the door three times.
I heard a soft cry and then a deeper voice command, “Don’t move.”
Within seconds, the door opened. He was naked now, his fat cock no longer soft, but thick and throbbing against his pooch of a belly. It was so thick I bet it burned every pussy it fucked.
“Mr. Blanchard,” I said in way of greeting, holding out my hand.
“I think since you’re going to watch me fuck my daughter you can call me Kevin right?” he said dryly and took my hand to tug me a little impatiently inside.
“Yes sir,” I replied and followed him into the room.
Wet, aroused pussy.
I could smell it throughout the room.
We passed the en suite bathroom and closet, heading down the short hallway to the bedroom where his daughter lay sprawled out on her back on the bed. She had her hands covering her small breasts, but her knees were drawn up and spread open. Her eyes widened when she saw me and then quickly turned her head to stare at the wall away from us.
I had interrupted.
“You’ll have to excuse my daughter, she’s shy,” Kevin said, gesturing to the blush spreading across her tits and neck.
“What’s her name?” I asked, taking in the scene.
“Josie,” he said simply and walked over to stand over the nervous girl, his seven inch cock bouncing as he moved.
The room had plenty of options to set the mood, music, dimmable lights etc. – but they were using none of them. The lights were all on, painting a stark and raw image of what was happening here. It was clear – they were going to fuck, not make love.
“Please,” he said kneeling on the bed between Josie’s thighs. “Make yourself comfortable while I get her ready to fuck.”
With that he knelt on the bed and lowered his face between her thighs. I imagine this is what they had been doing before I joined them. The sound of her wetness and his mouth made loud and almost grotesque slurping noises echo throughout the room. Josie’s toes clenched as her father ate her pussy but she didn’t make a peep. I took a seat next to the bed in the oversized arm chair and settled in for the show.
They had clearly started without me, Josie’s nipples red and puffy from being sucked on and I could see that the lips of her bare cunt were equally as flushed and coated in her juices. Shy or not, she was turned on.
Kevin lifted his head from between his daughter’s thighs with a loud smacking sound. “Do you get many incestual relationships at the hotel?”
I shook my head. “No actually, this is the second one that I’m aware of since I’ve been here.”
He slid a long, hairy knuckled finger into Josie’s pussy and started slowing fucking it in and out of her. “And you don’t mind it?”
I again shook my head. “No, fucking is fucking. I don’t judge as long as no one is getting hurt.”
I watched as Josie struggled to stay quiet, her eyes closed and still facing away from me.
“Squeeze down on my finger Josie-girl,” Kevin murmured and was evidently pleased with her internal response. “That’s a good girl, just like you’re going to squeeze Daddy’s cock.”
I clenched my thighs at the word Daddy. It was hotter than I had thought it would be, the blatant taboo right in front of me.
“Does she look like she’s hurting?” Kevin asked me, holding eye contact with me as his tongue gave her a slow lick from asshole to clit.
I chuckled, this man was as dirty as they came. “No, it does not.”