DADDY`s PLAYTHING PART 2

Her father’s voice jarred her from her memory of that first night almost four years ago when he had introduced her to sex. “Nice and warm. Not too hot and not too cool. Just the way you like it.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” she called, examining her body once more in the mirror before turning and padding toward the bathroom. She stuck her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Then she slid into the tub and began soaping the wash cloth for her bath. Daddy went back into the main room and turned on the piped-in music then adjusted the lighting low. A soft version of I Get A Kick Out Of You wafted its way into the bathroom and Sherry began humming as she soaked and scrubbed.
Her father’s preparation for lovemaking in the other room brought on the familiar mushy feeling deep within her vagina (she still liked to think of the feeling as mushy even after all these years). Sherry Trent and The Sunbeams, she thought up and coming musical act. The thought pleased her — that and the fact that agent Gil Turner had told her father he thought he could get more money for the act from now on. She sudsed each breast carefully with the wash cloth, appraising and admiring their firmness as she did so. Then, raising her buttocks slightly so that her vagina emerged from the water, she gently let the soapy cloth run up and down the length of her cunt. She let the cloth trail down so that it tickled her rectum at the same time. She liked the feeling of the warm cloth against her genitals and she did it whenever she bathed because it felt good.
“… Still I Get A Kick Out Of You,” she hummed, washing her legs and stomach now. The thought of Gil Turner reminded her that she was a big girl now and had to be increasingly careful of her father’s jealousy. Males were becoming more open in their advances now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to explain why she wouldn’t date any of them. More than any of them Gil Turner was becoming increasingly suspicious of the relationship between herself and her father, because it was with Gil that she had had the only sexual encounter with anyone other than her father.
That had been a little over six months ago. Her father had flown East to attend the funeral of his sister, her Aunt Carrie, and had left Sherry at Lake Tahoe in Gil Turner’s care to finish out the engagement there. Her father trusted Gil completely which was foolish because on the very same night he had left Gil had gotten her tipsy on martinis in his room and they had made love. It had been the first time she had fucked with anybody other than her father and, secretly, she had wanted to have sex with another male for a long time anyway. For companion. The martinis had removed all trace of inhibition and she had yielded willingly.
The reason she guessed that Gil suspected her relationship with her father was because she had never let him approach her after that single encounter, even when the opportunity presented itself. The reasons for Gil’s suspicion had to go even deeper than that though, she knew. Only a fool — and Gil was by no stretch of the imagination a fool — would think that Sherry had not had considerable sexual experience prior to their copulation. The martinis had brought out her skill. She had sucked his cock, fucked him in every imaginable position and uttered every four-letter work known to man on the night of their affair. No, Gil was no fool and since she never dated males he had to guess the origin of her sexual finesse: Daddy and daughter. She had literally fucked poor Gil to a state of exhaustion that night and before staggering to the door to say good night he had said, “Good God, Sherry… I never would have guessed we can’t ever breathe a word of this to anybody… ever… it could blow the whole act… kaput… and you know why never a word to — to anyone…”
It was his remark never would have guessed that had provided the clue to Gil Turner’s insight. Naturally, her father would have raised hell if he had guessed that Gil had fucked Sherry, but it was the fact that Victor Redgrave had been fucking his own daughter that was the real revelation. If Victor knew that Sherry’s agent had screwed his daughter, naturally Gil would be out of the scene. Sherry sensed his fear as she had left his room that night and so she had taken care to establish two important points. First, they would never fuck again. Second, just in case Gil ever decided to use his new-found information as a form of blackmail (to increase his ten percent agent’s fee, for example) she would swear that he had raped her. Gil had departed swearing never to utter a word to anybody about anything, fear and shock written all over his plump but handsome features. After that, whenever he was in Sherry’s presence, he seemed to stammer a bit, as though he were doing an imitation of Hugh Herbert.
Her departing words to Gil that night had been right to the point and insured his secrecy. She had not co-habited with her shrewd and opportunistic father for all these years for nothing. A few of her father’s tactics had rubbed off on her.
But most important, she had learned some thing of extreme importance that night. She had learned that she preferred sex with Daddy to any other male. True, at times she still felt fleeting sexual fantasies regarding other men, but she felt certain that no one but Daddy could totally satisfy her. Nobody but Daddy knew just what she liked in bed and just how she liked it. Nobody but Daddy knew how to use his tongue or vibrator the way Daddy did. No body knew the special words that sent tingles down her spine or how to fuck her so that she could come as many as three or four times in one session. She could not imagine what it would be like to fuck without saying the words dadddeee… dadddeee in a lover’s ear. Yes, her Daddy had tutored her from the beginning. In a way, he had shaped the channel of her vagina so that it was a kind of glove, a glove that would fit only the hand of his prick and his prick alone. She hadn’t even been able to have an orgasm with Gil Turner that night. Only Daddy could produce those marvelous, exquisite feeling in her body. Dadddee… dadddeee…
“Ready for your back now,” Victor Redgrave said, standing naked in the bathroom door.
“Yes, Daddy,” Sherry said, aware that her voice was high-pitched. She always consciously spoke in a high-pitched voice to him. Somehow it added to the excitement and secrecy of their incestuous relationship. He liked it, too. She could tell. She wanted always to be his little girl and act out again and again the delicious sexual feelings of that first fateful night so long ago. He always spoke to her patiently and paternally, too. This was a kind of unspoken agreement which they practiced — unless of course they were in the presence of others.
Victor sat down on the tile bathtub beside his daughter, took the wash cloth, soaped it, and began cleansing his daughter’s smooth, blemishless back. After a while, out of habit, she stood up and permitted him to carefully wash between and her breasts and her incredibly pert. She had already washed herself thoroughly but he always liked to wash her private parts himself. It felt good to her and it gave him pleasure also.
When he had finished, he climbed into the tub with her and they sat facing each other talking about the events of the evening and the next engagement. Finally, he raised himself and she dutifully and maternally washed his cock and balls and back. Although her Daddy was forty-four now, he was remarkably firm and looked much younger. His black hair had grayed only slightly at the temples and this gave him a distinguished look. He played tennis fairly regularly, often with her, and his shoulders were broad and fine. Even his pectoral muscles were firm and there was not hint of a paunch above his prick. He usually won games on the tennis court and she was always proud at his agility and good-sportsmanship and of the way he slyly disguised the real nature of their relationship.
To the outside world Victor Redgrave posed as the ideal, conventional father. In fact, many people had commented that they conducted themselves as brother and sister.
They stood in the tub now, carefully dried each other with the thick turkish towels, and then went to the bed and lay side by side. Victor read the newspaper for a while before tossing it to the floor. Then be turned to his side and palmed his daughter’s cheek. He brushed her slightly damp hair from her forehead gently and gave her a fatherly kiss on her lips. “I love you, darling,” he said.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she said, the mushy feeling coming on strong now.
“Would you like the vibrator tonight?” he asked.
“Ummm,” she said. “That would be nice.”
“Both of them?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cooed. “I think I’d like both of them tonight.”
Her father kept two vibrators; one a conventional type that strapped about the hand and the other a cylindrical one that was shaped like a penis and, could be inserted either in her rectum or her vagina. Each morning he removed them from the nightstand and placed them carefully in a suitcase in the closet and each night he put them beside the bed in case she wished to incorporate them into their lovemaking. Sometimes she didn’t want them, but tonight she did. Moving them back and forth from suitcase to nightstand kept strangers and the clean-up maids from seeing them. Her father was very efficient in matters like that.
She beard the flick of the on switch and then the faint humming of instrument. Even before his vibrating hand touched her back she felt her juices gurgling within her vagina. The sound of the buzzing vibrator was like saying the word candy to a child. A conditioned response. She lay there on her tummy, legs slightly spread on the cool, clean sheets and closed her eyes as Daddy’s soothing palm moved over her back, neck, buttocks, legs. He ran the machine up and down her inner thighs, too, and gently massaged her anus and the rear of her pussy. When he had finished her feet she knew it was time to turn over on her back so that she could work on her titties and tummy and pussy — all over her front.
He talked to her soothingly and lovingly as his hand moved, as always, without haste over every inch of her body. Instinctively, she reached for his prick which was by now, again as always, firm and dribbling. She clasped and unclasped her hand tenderly about its stout warmth until the vibrator moved well down between her legs and settled on her clitoris. Then she reversed herself on the bed so that she could take her Daddy’s organ into her mouth. Sometimes she used the vibrator on his penis too but usually by this time. She wanted only to have his cock in her mouth so that she could taste his drippings and nurse slowly up and down its beautiful rigidity and tickle his balls. By now, their love making had become a ritual, a ceremony which she never tired of (Tired of? No, yearned for!), a ritual which Daddy still managed to keep fresh and filled with unexpected variations to thrill and delight her.
After a few minutes, Daddy fetched the other cock-shaped vibrator from the nightstand and placed the regular vibrator on her hand. As she began massaging his prick and full scrotum with the regular vibrator, she felt the prick-shaped vibrator pressing against her cunt lips, ramming up and down from her clitoris to her asshole. She encircled her legs about the instrument that she could feel the full force of the thing tingle against her genitals and rectum. For a long time she clamped it hard between her legs as she jacked off Daddy’s penis. Finally, she spread her legs and placed the back of her hand against her forehead and wet her lips. She began wagging her head back and forth involuntarily and groaning, knowing that in a moment the buzzing, prick-shaped instrument would slip gently past her cunt lips and then vibrate every core and fiber of her vagina to the depths. Yes, there it was, going in, farther, farther, way up, all the way in and delivering unspeakable, tantalizing ecstasy. Daddy let it linger there, buzzing all by itself for awhile before he slowly pushed it in and out, in and out until she thought she wouldn’t be able to stand the pressure a second longer. But she knew she could. She always did — at least so far. Sometimes she was fearful though that one night the indescribable feeling would reach such a peak that she would die, literally fade away from pleasure, perish from orgasmic waves that racked her body.
Daddy momentarily withdrew his stiff meat from her mouth and bent down and began lapping with his tongue on her clitoris as he continued to slide the artificial, humming cock inside her dripping love nest. She had come twice already and wan growing weaker. Soon it would be time for him to fuck her.
As thought he had read her mind, he asked, “You want it in your ass tonight while I fuck you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned without even thinking, “but-but don’t come inside my pussy unless you-you really want to. I’d rather you came in my mouth.”
“All right, love,” be said.
Daddy almost always din what she asked of him. Only a few times had he over-ruled her in his choice of orgasm. He carefully eased the cunt-slick vibrator up her asshole, then just as carefully, scooted around and eased his poker into her eager pussy. She felt the two stiff instruments — one flesh and the other plastic — probing her as they slid between either side of the thin partition of flesh that separated her two holes.
Now was the time she had to be careful. On several past occasions the combination of the two probers had caused her to pass out. Her pleasure plateau had reached such a level that she had simply blacked out in a state of near fitful bliss. She did not wish to pass out tonight. For one thing, she often missed, a final orgasm that she could only describe as Godlike in nature, and for another thing when she passed out it meant denying Daddy his own orgasm.
No, tonight she wanted to feel his sperm shoot into her mouth and swallow it. She had already had her share of climaxes and she longed to ingest his male fluid. Somehow, with her tummy full, she slept better, too, like a child after a late snack. Mainly, though, she had learned that Daddy liked her to swallow his come. To him, it seemed to represent the ultimate act, the final and most loving thing she could do for him. She had told him again and again that she actually liked to swallow his sperm, but no matter how sincerely she had explained he still thought of it as a favor to him, a kind of sacrifice.
The buzzing instrument continued its mission deep inside her as her father’s tongue stabbed at her clitoris. It was odd that she had enjoyed swallowing her Daddy’s sperm from the very beginning. Maybe it was a kind of sacrifice on her part. But if it was it was unconscious. Because she really liked to swallow his come, really liked it when it came shooting out and he groaned and held her head hard as she took all the love juice down into her stomach. She had often told him she would suck him off as many times every day as he wanted her to, but he didn’t to believe her. “A hundred times a day,” she’d told him, but he’d only smiled as though not really believing her. Maybe he wanted to think of it as something special. She didn’t know.
It did puzzle her that she liked to swallow come. She had even liked swallowing Gil Turner’s load. Really. The only thing was that Gil Turner drank a lot and she had detected a faint flavor of alcohol in his sperm the thought she had sucked him off. That had really surprised her. She had had no idea that alcohol could even affect the way a man’s sperm tasted.
Another thing that surprised her was that a lot of girls didn’t like to swallow sperm. She had talked to a few girls and their opinions on the matter ranged from not even putting a man’s cock in their mouths to it’s okay to suck a cock as long as the guy doesn’t come that way. Then there were some girls who didn’t mind a man coming in their mouths but they would always spit it into a Kleenex or run to the bathroom and get rid of it. Sherry didn’t understand this at all. She’d even talked to one girl who had practiced swallowing raw eggs for a long time so that she could be able to swallow her boyfriend’s come and make him happy. But it had taken her weeks to be able to take her boyfriend’s whole load down without gagging. That had really surprised Sherry. She guessed that they hadn’t been as lucky as she was. Their daddies had never made love to them and taught them all the good things about sex. Yes, they didn’t know what they were missing, she’d thought, although she hadn’t breathed a word about having sex with her Daddy to them because it was a secret.
Now Sherry reached her fourth orgasm and she very nearly passed out. She somehow managed to stay conscious even though a million pinpricks of delight stabbed at her body. She pushed at her Daddy’s head, indicating that she had finished and he stopped licking and withdrew the vibrators. Then she curled up with the head of big hard-on inside her mouth and rested herself until she could gain the necessary strength to begin sucking him off. Even though she felt totally spent, she toyed with his balls and twirled her tongue around the end of his prick to keep it nice and hard until she was ready to begin working on him. She could hardly wait to give him the best blow job of his life. She wanted to hear him grunt as he sat up on her chest and slammed his ramrod deep into her throat. She loved it when he fucked her mouth that way because she knew he liked to watch his own stiff prick slide in and out of her mouth and talk to her about shooting his load there and her swallowing it. He always talked to her about giving her dessert — that her dessert was coming pretty soon, and he referred to his cock as her very own vanilla ice cream cone. He liked to hear her grunt and hear her muffled replies as she tried to answer his questions while he talked to her and fucked her mouth.
He always kept asking her if she really liked to sack him and swallow his come while he drove his wanger between her lips. It was almost as though he really didn’t believe she really liked it and he had to keep reassuring himself that she did. So he kept asking and asking and she kept saying yes as best as she could even with the prick, stabbing her mouth until he finally let his beautiful load go and filled her whole mouth brimful of delicious love cream.
Sherry felt rested now. She turned over onto her back so that Daddy could get up on top of her, sit on her tits and then stick his prick into her mouth. As usual, he took a long time putting it in. He liked to watch her tickle his little cock slit with her tongue and flutter her tongue up and down his shaft before he really got down to seriously fucking her mouth… Sometimes too, he liked to jack himself off slowly and have her watch him. Tonight he did that for a while, and then she knew he was ready. Slowly, he fed his meaty monster (which, incidentally, was at least two inches longer than Gil Turner’s) deep into her mouth and she began sucking just the way he liked it. Then be began asking her the questions, too — the ones he knew she couldn’t answer with his prick filling her mouth up.
“Take it all in, baby,” he said. “Take it all in and swallow your Daddy’s come.”
“Ummmm… arrghhhh… ergghhmmm,” she responded, holding his shaft so that she could manipulate it inside her mouth with greater friction and, with her other hand, massaging his great sac and tickling his asshole. He liked her to play with his balls and finger his butt hole lightly but he didn’t like her to stick her finger inside his ass for some reason. It was about the only thing he didn’t like and so she didn’t try to do it any more. They had never talked about his reason for not liking her finger up him so she just tickled him there while he fucked her mouth. She didn’t care. Whatever Daddy wanted was okay with her. Anything at all.
Now he did something he often did just be fore he was ready to come. He took strands of her long, auburn hair and wrapped them about the base of his cock as he thrust. He thrust very hard now, gyrating his ass in all direction and plunging his stiff poker so that it struck all different parts of her mouth.
“Dessert time, baby!” he yelled. “Dessert! Dessert!”
“Argghhh… ummmmin… ummmmm,” she answered to spur him on and let him know she was ready.
And then he came, holding onto her throat so that he could feel her throat constricting as she swallowed his spend. Shuddering all over, he stared down at her hollow-cheeked efforts until he was certain she had drained him dry. Then he collapsed beside her and she cradled his head on her shoulder, patting his head until she knew he was asleep. After a while, she turned out the light, and prepared for sleep herself. Tomorrow they would go swimming or play tennis or maybe even go water skiing. She doubted if he would call a rehearsal for tomorrow. Maybe he would even take her for a stroll along the Vegas strip and look in all the nice shops. Sometimes he did that and bought her a new outfit if they did go swimming she hoped he wouldn’t get jealous when all the men stared at her in her skimpy bikini. It wasn’t her fault that her body had turned out so curved and nice. She yawned.
Well, whatever he decided to do would be all right with her.
Life was wonderful with Daddy.