Admin and preparation.

“Now you be a good girl, be quiet and keep riding me. I have a couple of phone calls I need to make.” Daddy said as I ground his cockhead against my cervix.

I nodded as he reached for his phone and set it to speaker. He flicked through the contact list and hit ring thrusting up into me as I ground onto him. It rang several times before it was answered, “Frank, it’s late.”

My father groaned, “Peter, are you available tonight? I would like to get a contract squared away.”

Dad leant up to kiss me while we waited for a response, “Frank, are you fucking her already?”

“I’ve told her all the rules and she is more than happy with it.” He grabbed my arse and bounced me on his cock. Every time he dropped me onto his lap his cock bashed my cervix.

“Fuck that’s good.” I grunted.

The voice on the other end of the line was annoyed, “Frank you can’t do this till I have taken them through the paperwork.” He said.

Dad laughed, “Well get over here and my daughter can suck your cock while you tell her everything. I want to call Duggan, so tonight would be better.”

“Duggan?” His voice suddenly became all business, “What clauses?”

Dad smiled, “Tell him Kimmie.” He said before leaning down to suck my tits.

I moaned as he sucked at my nipples still sore after the earlier abuses. “2b and 14a.”

“I can be there in twenty minutes, try not to break her before then.” He said and then he hung up.

“One down.” Dad grunted, “Now for Duggan.” He dialled again, “Now you are going to tell him that you want the Emily Welcombe treatment, and would like to start tonight.” He told me.

“Dr Duggan.” Came the disembodied voice.

“Hi,” I panted as Dad started to thrust into me more vigorously, “I’m, fuck, sorry, I’m Kimberly, Frank’s daughter.”

I heard amusement in his voice, “Frank’s daughter huh? And what can I do for Frank’s daughter?” He said.

Dad was sucking on one tit as he thrust up into me and lifted and I bounced to the same beat on his wonderful cock. “I, want the, oh God, the Emily Welcombe treatment.” I panted between thrusts. Dad suddenly bit my nipple, hard, “Ow, sorry, I want to start tonight.”

Dad released my tit as Dr Duggan replied, “You want the Emily Welcombe treatment, and you want to start tonight. I’ll need to see the contract.” He said.

I nodded even though I knew he couldn’t see me, “Peter is organising it as we speak.” I said. ‘Good girl’ Daddy mouthed.

Duggan seemed satisfied, “I will need your full name for the scripts.” He said. I gave him my name, “No not your daddy daughter roleplaying name, your real name.”

“That is my real name, Frank is my dad.” I moaned as I said it.

There was a long pause. “I have a small supply, but you will need to get more tomorrow. I will bring a script round in an hour. You there Frank?” My father confirmed he was, “Regular fee do for you?”

My father laughed, “You can take her for a few nights if you like, just get her back here before Jethro gets into town.”

“Maybe later, I have enough on my plate at the moment. I will swing by later when the arrangements have been lined up.” The doctor said.

“Thanks Duggan,” Dad grunted, “And if you have any other ideas you want to test, I’m sure Kimmie will be more than willing.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” And he hung up.