Downstairs, still at poolside, Victor and Sherry were discussing her upcoming engagement in the Alpine Hotel at Lake Tahoe. Closing night at the Lucky Nuggett was only three days from now and Sherry was looking forward to it. Oddly, her attitude toward engagements followed a familiar pattern. She was always eager to move on to the next engagement, but by the time the engagement was over, no matter what its duration, she felt eager to move on to the next one.
She felt a special fondness for Lake Tahoe, though. After the frenzied pace and atmosphere of Las Vegas she yearned for the mountains and the calming effect of the tall trees and the clear blue lake. She thought of Lake Tahoe as a kind of vacation place, a refuge.
True, there was gambling there and all that went with the rolling of the dice, the turning of the cards and the clank of slot machines, but the tempo of life there seemed more leisurely. Also, according to Gil, there was a good chance that her weekly salary would increase there. An increase in salary was not so much a monetary thing as it was a badge. Money was nice, of course, but entertainers seem to rank themselves according to the money they earn. It was an indication of success and, therefore, ten-thousand-dollar-a-week acts were more successful than, say, eight-thousand-dollar-a-week acts. This was an obvious fact, but nevertheless prestige seemed to count for more than the salaries themselves. At least for Sherry.
The thought of salary increase reminded her of Gil’s remark. “Do you really think we’ll start earning more in Tahoe?” she asked.
Victor Redgrave shrugged and glanced at his watch. “It isn’t certain,” he said. “Gil was supposed to give Greg Jennings a call at Tahoe this afternoon about revising the contract, but at the moment he’s upstairs fucking that cocktail girl. I guess we’ll just have to wait until he’s finished taking his pleasure with that little tramp.”
“I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Sherry said, trying to visualize them. “Don’t you wish you could see whether they’re fucking or sucking right this minute?”
Victor grimaced, shaking his head. “Gil isn’t exactly a Don Juan. They probably consummated the act two minutes after they entered his room. Either that or he’s having difficulty trying to get his drunken pecker up without success?”
Sherry giggled. “Or maybe he’s making one of his phony promises about hiring her as his traveling secretary.”
“Yes, anything’s possible with Gil,” Victor said. “Well, shall we go up and take our nap now? With us at least we know our sex is first-rated. Somehow that makes me feel good. I detest mediocrity even in bed.”
“Me too,” Sherry said. “Ummmm. Let’s go, Daddy.” Somehow lying in the sun always made her readier for sex than usual, primed her, so to speak. She stole a glance at the manly bulge at the crotch of her father’s tight-fitting, blue trunks and wet her lips in anticipation. She would have another delicious orgasm with Daddy and then sleep like a baby until time for supper and work tonight.
Upstairs, once the door was closed behind them, Victor held his daughter close and ran his hands over her sun-warm body. He unclasped her skimpy top and palmed her hot breasts, too, in slow circular movements. Finally, he hooked his thumbs in the top of the bottom of her swim suit and slid it down to her ankles. He started to kneel down on the floor but before he could do so Sherry slid his trunks down to the carpet also. “I like you naked just like me, Daddy,” she said. “Oh, the thought of all those males with their beautiful clusters of cocks and balls hidden by bathing suits at the pool was driving me out of my mind. I wish everybody could just run around naked, their pricks and nuts and tits swinging free in the breeze. Beautiful.”
Suddenly Victor slapped his daughter hard across the face. “There’s only one set of cock and balls you’re interested in and don’t you ever forget it!” he rasped. “The way you were luring those gaping teenage idiots on was despicable! Cocks and balls… cocks and balls… you mean mine and nobody else’s, do you understand?”
Sherry began to cry, stunned and holding her cheek where he had slapped her. The tears rolled down her rosy, rounded cheeks and spilled onto her nipples. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean anything by what I said. You know I just want you, darling. Just you and your cock. Nobody else’s, ever.”
“Then behave like a Redgrave. You’re going to be a star. Don’t behave like that cocktail waitress tramp, Connie. Do you hear?”
Sherry cradled her head in her Daddy’s shoulder, still sobbing. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me?”
Sherry knew precisely what her father was doing. He frequently found excuses to punish her this way, to bring her to tears. He sought variety in their sexual relationship, and often in order to achieve it he resorted to strange devices. Long ago they had both learned that a crying scene before fucking changed the nature of their sexual encounter altogether. Slapping her was one of his favorite gambits. Then he could dominate her and use her and she could play the role of the naughty daughter trying to win back the approval of her stern, demanding father. She continued to hug Daddy and slowly sank to her knees before him, kissing as she descended. “Oh, Daddy,” she begged, “please don’t be angry with your little girl. I love you so much. I’d do anything for you. I never want to make you angry again. Never.” She showered his body with forgiving, wet kisses now and hugged his buttocks as she took his already stiff prick in her hands and kissed it. Then, still crying, she kissed his balls and continued to beg for forgiveness. “Oh what can I ever do to make you love me again?” she asked.
“You know what you can do,” he said sharply, grabbing her hair in his hands cruelly, hurting her. They were still playing the game, but it was much more than a game. For the moment at least they were totally in their roles. She would cry and shed tears as he watched her suck his hard-on and tell her that she should never mention other men again, that she would obey his every wish, that right now she would kiss and suck his prick until he was “good and ready” to forgive her.
From time to time she removed her mouth from his cock and gazed at it adoringly as she went on begging his forgiveness. Each time he would grab her head roughly and stick his flesh weapon harshly back into her mouth and tell her to shut up and suck. She would whimper then and resume nursing on his shaft which was still fragrant with natural body odor from the sun.
That was another turn their lovemaking often took. When they made love at night after her performances they invariably took a bath or a shower before having sex, but during their daytime sessions they frequently sucked and fucked each other’s genitals without bathing. Her father liked to savor the natural aroma of his daughter’s body at such times and he enjoyed licking her all over, especially her titties and her cunt, before they had gone swimming or bathed. He had told her this once and ever since she had acquired a taste for the natural, animal-like flavor of his organs herself.
“You’re not doing anything right,” he said sharply now. “You’re just going through the motions like some fat, contented wife rendering a service to her husband to earn her board and keep. Your earlier remark was a very serious affront — an insult, an offense. I expect you to suck a cock the way I taught you — like you meant it.” Again he slapped her. “Do it right or I’m going to blister your butt, understand?”
Sherry whimpered from the blow, loving it, and gave everything she had to suck Daddy’s bursting meat wedge just the way he wanted it. She moaned and writhed, tugging at his buttocks and pressing her breasts as she munched on his shaft.
“That’s better,” he said, “and now you’re atoning for misbehavior in the only way a female should — on her knees in front of a man’s stiff cock. After a while I’m going to shove my fingers up your cunt hard — hard, do you hear? I’m not even going to shave before I lick your cunt. My beard is rough and I plan to hurt you between your legs. Maybe that will teach you a lesson.” He pulled her nursing mouth from his member and a little strand of semen connected her open mouth to the head of his pecker.
“Do you hear me? I’m sick and tired of giving you pleasure all the time. Today you’re going to get what you deserve. Today I’m going to hurt your pussy so that in future you’ll remember to earn the nice things I so foolishly give you regularly. Daddy has been very patient. You know that. But Daddy will put up with only so much nonsense. From now on you’re going to earn every come you get: every suck of your titties and every fuck of the pussy — the quality of those acts — is entirely up to you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“All right, as long as we understand each other. Now suck and suck as you’ve never sucked before and if I feel one tooth against my prick you’re going to regret it!”
Sherry attacked Daddy’s bone-hard dong with even greater fervor, very careful to let it come in contact with only the soft parts of her mouth and keeping it away from her teeth. Pretty soon she knew that Daddy would suck her pussy in the best way imaginable. Actually he didn’t have much of a beard and he never, never hurt her vagina with his fingers. His threats and later actions were all part of the game. He only pretended to be rough with her at such times. Really he just put more emotion and movement into his oral attentions on her cunt and when he fucked her he did so with more purpose and authority. He pumped his ass harder and, if anything, her climaxes were more intense and yummier than ever. Sometimes, pretending that it was a form of punishment, he would fuck her in the ass too which drove her out of her mind. The first time Daddy had stuck his pole up her asshole it had hurt slightly, but now after all the times he’d done it and all the times he’d fucked her there with the penis-shaped vibrator while tickling her clit at the same time she thought of it as a special treat.
When he was in this mood, he fucked her in the ass and kept telling her that this is what bad girls got when they displeased their fathers. She would pretend to cry and tell him that she was a bad girl and how sorry she was and that she would never disobey or make him unhappy again. This game would then give way to her pumping harder, ceasing to cry and seeming to enjoy his fucking her in the butt. Then, almost always, he would suddenly stop fucking her ass and say, “You know, young lady, I think you’re enjoying this. You’re despicable! Here I try to punish you and you end up enjoying it! Is there no way to punish you?”
Then he would bite the cheeks of her ass hard and pump mercilessly until he came. After he’d rested, he would then tell her to go to the bathroom, get a warm, wet wash rag and clean his prick off. After this, he would then give her a long lecture, apologize for being so harsh with her, kiss her very paternally on the cheek and they would take their nap.
And that’s precisely the way it went today. To the letter. And it was absolutely delicious.
Sherry came three times and she could tell that Daddy had an absolutely marvy come.
Gil Turner returned from the bathroom after having, parted Connie’s legs and buried his smooth face in her dripping slit. He gobbled hungrily, snorting and puffing as though be wanted to crawl up into her womb, either that or swallow her entire pussy whole. He didn’t seem to be concentrating on any particular place and for a while his generalized munching at her crotch was a refreshing change from the restrained, almost sophisticated cunt-licking Connie was accustomed to. Yes, Gil seemed like a little boy in a candy store who couldn’t quite make up his mind which delicacy he wanted to gorge himself on first.
Finally, Connie began to yearn for a more direct effort on her vagina, some more coherent and planned attack on a specific region of her pussy. When dining in a restaurant she, like most people, preferred to take a bite of one thing and then another rather than stirring the individual portions up into one indefinable hash or stew. She liked to think of herself as a costly meal which should be sampled in an orderly fashion. She had never observed Gil at the dinner table, but she guessed that his manners were none too good and that he certainly talked with his mouth full. Bless him, “Honey,” she said after a while, “don’t you want to pour some of that nice-tasting creme de menthe on my pussy and lick it off? Then when you lick my cunt it tastes just like licking an ice cream cone — only it’s better because it’s nice and warm.”
Gil raised his face and wiped the we from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. “Huh?”
“I said, don’t you want to pour some liqueur on my pussy? It makes it feel better for me and it tastes good too.”
“Oh, yeah,” Gil said. “I forgot. Good idea.” He reached over for the bottle and then poured it so that it ran down her cunt and down into her buttocks. He smeared the green liquid over her genitals and around with his hand as he stared in wide-eyed fascination at the beautiful cunt. He seemed to stare at it as though it were some exotic dessert — cherries jubilee or a parfait. Then he settled into a more even tempo as he lapped the sweet tasting liquid from every nook and cranny of her tasty snatch.
“Oh, baby, now you’re doing exactly what mains likes. But don’t forget my love button at the top. That’s better. Oh! And you even like my bottom! Yes, darling, your tongue feels so smooth and nice down there… everywhere.”
When he had swallowed practically all the creme de menthe, Connie herself poured the remainder of the bottle over her own twat to keep Gil snacking so delicately and tenderly all over her love chasm. Yes, Gil had definite cunt-eating possibilities, she thought. Although she had to keep raising his head slightly to remind him that it was her clitoris where she wanted most of the attention. He got the idea after her fifth or sixth prompting and began working on the flesh bud as if he knew that would make her come.
“Now you’re on it, honey. Yes… oh, yessess right on it… don’t stop… please make mama come… please.”
Gil was pressing just a bit too hard, not letting enough air penetrate between his tongue and her clit, smothering her so that she could not achieve the maximum sensation. She did not know how to tell him this without turning him off or offending him. Men were funny that way. They liked to think of themselves as the perfect lovers in every department. He was doing a fine job, unquestionably, but with just a little lees pressure, just a little, it would make all the difference. Pressure, even all out pressure, was fine at the very end, just before she came, but it was premature to push so hard at this stage.
Connie lifted his head, just a little and forced him to lick just a little lighter and he seemed to get the idea. Also, she guessed, his tongue and neck might be getting just a little bit tired by now. Certainly the little string of flesh that held the tongue to the lower part of the mouth was severed by now but that was common and wouldn’t cause any great discomfort. She didn’t want to tire him too much this first time he made her come with his mouth. She wanted to make it an enjoyable experience for both of them so that he would lick her pussy all the time. A man who wouldn’t lick cunt was worse than no man at all and she didn’t want to run the risk of making him suck-shy. No sir… never!
“Almost!” she cried out, spurring him on. “I’m almost there, darling. Oh, that blessed, beautiful tongue of yours is driving me out of my mind! Keep sucking. Harder… harder!” She was almost there now and wanted the maximum action. She grasped his head with both hands and stiffened her legs out as far as they would go on either side of the bed. Then she began riding his face like a jockey rides his tiny saddle and grinding her pelvis harder and harder at his slurping mouth.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, now, now! Oh, Gil! Yes, I’m coming now, baby! Oh, baby! There… there… there… now… Oh, nowwwwwwwww…” she screamed. “Pretty soon we’ll fuck… but now I’m THERRRRREEEE!”
Connie saw stars as the tingle of blessed orgasm ran up and down her backbone, jolted her being to the core and brought a relief she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
They both lay there, Connie shuddering and moaning and Gil panting, too, from his head wagging efforts. “Oh, what a way to make a living,” Connie said finally smiling lovingly at her new-found lover. “To think we can be together, live a good life together having sex and going to fun places. You’re my sugar-daddy, Gil. That’s what you are… a sugar-daddy… a girl’s dream come true.”
When Connie had rested, she realized that Gil was growing restless. Some time had passed since his last orgasm, his blow job, and she could tell that the excitement of bringing her snatch to a climax with his mouth had once again stiffened his rod and readied him for fucking.
“You want to put it in now, sweet?” she asked, kissing him and fondling his erection. “You ready to stick it in mama’s love hole and come again?”
She had barely gotten the words out when Gil grabbed her tits roughly, rubbed them mechanically for a moment, and then mounted up ready to stick his member between her legs. His eagerness startled her somewhat, but she was still wet from his saliva and the creme de menthe so held her cunt lips apart to enable him to penetrate her.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “When the chips are down, fuckin’ is the best. Good ol’ fuckin’ with my cock right up your middle. Right in your hot hole with your ass in my hands. Yeah…”
“Yes, baby,” she agreed. “Mama loves your pecker up there — loves to feel your come shoot in there.” Suddenly Gil paused, raised himself slightly and stared at her questioningly. “You can’t get pregnant, can you?” he asked. “I mean, you do take the pill or wear a diaphragm or something, don’t you?”
Connie smiled. “I may only be twenty-one, but I’m not a stupid kid,” she answered. “Honey, I’ve been taking the pill since I was sixteen! Come on and let’s fuck. Don’t worry.”
“Good,” Gil grunted, apparently satisfied, and began pumping his ass rapidly as he thrust his hard-on piston-like into Connie’s cunt.
Actually, Connie thought, Gil did have much to learn. She did delight in the challenge to make him a more affectionate and effective lover in the next six months, but sometimes his eagerness to get things over with bothered her. Right now, for instance, the way he held her ass in his hands — her thighs rather — made her feel a little like a wheel-barrel. The primitive approach often made a woman feel feminine, as though she were being over-powered by the more powerful, cave-man type male, but at this instant she could tell that Gil was thinking exclusively of himself. She might as well have been a goat or a sheep. She was a hot, wet hole to stick his cock in and gratify himself in.
That she might have preference as to position or pressure points had not even occurred to him as he huffed and puffed as quickly as possible with the single intention of unloading the contents of his balls within her. She would have to change all that. She owed the poor dear that in exchange for the salary he would pay her. But her instruction would have to be done with the utmost care. Years of habit had contributed to his attitudes and methods of fucking a woman and the last thing she wanted to do was bruise his childish ego.
“Okay,” he said, breathing harder. “I’m going off now, Connie. Getting my nuts off now.”
“Give it all to me,” Connie purred. “Let’s go fuck… fuck… fuck! Come inside in mama’s pussy like a nice boy!”
“There it is,” Gil moaned. “There she blows!” He spoke a little like a boy might speak to another boy when showing a prized agate from his marble collection. “Yeahhhh… there it is!” he gasped. He lay there with the full weight of his body on the top of her, gasping for breath. Almost immediately, his hard-on dwindled away to nothing and he rolled away and faced the wall. He didn’t say a word. Connie had not come, but she didn’t mind. She began rubbing his back. “Do you want to rest awhile before we have dinner?” she asked.
He shrugged her hand away, as though her touch annoyed him. “Dinner?” he grunted. “What the fuck for. You hungry already?”
“No, darling,” she said softly. “I just thought you might be after your efforts. If you want, I’ll call room service.”
“Room service? Who do you think you are? Lady Astor? Why don’t you go down and get a hamburger in the coffee shop — something your style.”
Connie didn’t think she had heard him correctly. She could not believe her ears. “What’s wrong, Gil?” she asked.
“Nothing’s wrong as soon as you get your ass out of here,” he said.
“Gil! But you said — I mean, our agreement? Okay, then, if you’re not hungry now forget it. I’m sorry.”
“I said to get your ass out of my room,” he repeated. “Now!”
“Gil, you can’t mean what you’re saying.”
He jumped up, went to his pants and withdrew his wallet. He withdrew some bills, placed them in her hand, then gathered her clothes and opened the door. Still naked, he shoved her out into the hallway and threw her clothes after her. “I gave you a tip,” he said. “You asked for two-fifty, right? Well, there’s three. It’s more than you’re worth. Think of it as a tip. Thanks for the lay.”
He slammed the door.
Connie stood with tears streaming down her, cheeks, trying to cover her nakedness with her clothing and glancing from side to side. Fortunately, there was nobody in sight. She unclenched her fist and stared at the bills. They were one dollar bills. Just as he had said, plus a fifty-cent tip.
“You rotten son of a bitch,” she said. “You dirty, rotten son of a bitch.”
She felt a special fondness for Lake Tahoe, though. After the frenzied pace and atmosphere of Las Vegas she yearned for the mountains and the calming effect of the tall trees and the clear blue lake. She thought of Lake Tahoe as a kind of vacation place, a refuge.
True, there was gambling there and all that went with the rolling of the dice, the turning of the cards and the clank of slot machines, but the tempo of life there seemed more leisurely. Also, according to Gil, there was a good chance that her weekly salary would increase there. An increase in salary was not so much a monetary thing as it was a badge. Money was nice, of course, but entertainers seem to rank themselves according to the money they earn. It was an indication of success and, therefore, ten-thousand-dollar-a-week acts were more successful than, say, eight-thousand-dollar-a-week acts. This was an obvious fact, but nevertheless prestige seemed to count for more than the salaries themselves. At least for Sherry.
The thought of salary increase reminded her of Gil’s remark. “Do you really think we’ll start earning more in Tahoe?” she asked.
Victor Redgrave shrugged and glanced at his watch. “It isn’t certain,” he said. “Gil was supposed to give Greg Jennings a call at Tahoe this afternoon about revising the contract, but at the moment he’s upstairs fucking that cocktail girl. I guess we’ll just have to wait until he’s finished taking his pleasure with that little tramp.”
“I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Sherry said, trying to visualize them. “Don’t you wish you could see whether they’re fucking or sucking right this minute?”
Victor grimaced, shaking his head. “Gil isn’t exactly a Don Juan. They probably consummated the act two minutes after they entered his room. Either that or he’s having difficulty trying to get his drunken pecker up without success?”
Sherry giggled. “Or maybe he’s making one of his phony promises about hiring her as his traveling secretary.”
“Yes, anything’s possible with Gil,” Victor said. “Well, shall we go up and take our nap now? With us at least we know our sex is first-rated. Somehow that makes me feel good. I detest mediocrity even in bed.”
“Me too,” Sherry said. “Ummmm. Let’s go, Daddy.” Somehow lying in the sun always made her readier for sex than usual, primed her, so to speak. She stole a glance at the manly bulge at the crotch of her father’s tight-fitting, blue trunks and wet her lips in anticipation. She would have another delicious orgasm with Daddy and then sleep like a baby until time for supper and work tonight.
Upstairs, once the door was closed behind them, Victor held his daughter close and ran his hands over her sun-warm body. He unclasped her skimpy top and palmed her hot breasts, too, in slow circular movements. Finally, he hooked his thumbs in the top of the bottom of her swim suit and slid it down to her ankles. He started to kneel down on the floor but before he could do so Sherry slid his trunks down to the carpet also. “I like you naked just like me, Daddy,” she said. “Oh, the thought of all those males with their beautiful clusters of cocks and balls hidden by bathing suits at the pool was driving me out of my mind. I wish everybody could just run around naked, their pricks and nuts and tits swinging free in the breeze. Beautiful.”
Suddenly Victor slapped his daughter hard across the face. “There’s only one set of cock and balls you’re interested in and don’t you ever forget it!” he rasped. “The way you were luring those gaping teenage idiots on was despicable! Cocks and balls… cocks and balls… you mean mine and nobody else’s, do you understand?”
Sherry began to cry, stunned and holding her cheek where he had slapped her. The tears rolled down her rosy, rounded cheeks and spilled onto her nipples. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean anything by what I said. You know I just want you, darling. Just you and your cock. Nobody else’s, ever.”
“Then behave like a Redgrave. You’re going to be a star. Don’t behave like that cocktail waitress tramp, Connie. Do you hear?”
Sherry cradled her head in her Daddy’s shoulder, still sobbing. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me?”
Sherry knew precisely what her father was doing. He frequently found excuses to punish her this way, to bring her to tears. He sought variety in their sexual relationship, and often in order to achieve it he resorted to strange devices. Long ago they had both learned that a crying scene before fucking changed the nature of their sexual encounter altogether. Slapping her was one of his favorite gambits. Then he could dominate her and use her and she could play the role of the naughty daughter trying to win back the approval of her stern, demanding father. She continued to hug Daddy and slowly sank to her knees before him, kissing as she descended. “Oh, Daddy,” she begged, “please don’t be angry with your little girl. I love you so much. I’d do anything for you. I never want to make you angry again. Never.” She showered his body with forgiving, wet kisses now and hugged his buttocks as she took his already stiff prick in her hands and kissed it. Then, still crying, she kissed his balls and continued to beg for forgiveness. “Oh what can I ever do to make you love me again?” she asked.
“You know what you can do,” he said sharply, grabbing her hair in his hands cruelly, hurting her. They were still playing the game, but it was much more than a game. For the moment at least they were totally in their roles. She would cry and shed tears as he watched her suck his hard-on and tell her that she should never mention other men again, that she would obey his every wish, that right now she would kiss and suck his prick until he was “good and ready” to forgive her.
From time to time she removed her mouth from his cock and gazed at it adoringly as she went on begging his forgiveness. Each time he would grab her head roughly and stick his flesh weapon harshly back into her mouth and tell her to shut up and suck. She would whimper then and resume nursing on his shaft which was still fragrant with natural body odor from the sun.
That was another turn their lovemaking often took. When they made love at night after her performances they invariably took a bath or a shower before having sex, but during their daytime sessions they frequently sucked and fucked each other’s genitals without bathing. Her father liked to savor the natural aroma of his daughter’s body at such times and he enjoyed licking her all over, especially her titties and her cunt, before they had gone swimming or bathed. He had told her this once and ever since she had acquired a taste for the natural, animal-like flavor of his organs herself.
“You’re not doing anything right,” he said sharply now. “You’re just going through the motions like some fat, contented wife rendering a service to her husband to earn her board and keep. Your earlier remark was a very serious affront — an insult, an offense. I expect you to suck a cock the way I taught you — like you meant it.” Again he slapped her. “Do it right or I’m going to blister your butt, understand?”
Sherry whimpered from the blow, loving it, and gave everything she had to suck Daddy’s bursting meat wedge just the way he wanted it. She moaned and writhed, tugging at his buttocks and pressing her breasts as she munched on his shaft.
“That’s better,” he said, “and now you’re atoning for misbehavior in the only way a female should — on her knees in front of a man’s stiff cock. After a while I’m going to shove my fingers up your cunt hard — hard, do you hear? I’m not even going to shave before I lick your cunt. My beard is rough and I plan to hurt you between your legs. Maybe that will teach you a lesson.” He pulled her nursing mouth from his member and a little strand of semen connected her open mouth to the head of his pecker.
“Do you hear me? I’m sick and tired of giving you pleasure all the time. Today you’re going to get what you deserve. Today I’m going to hurt your pussy so that in future you’ll remember to earn the nice things I so foolishly give you regularly. Daddy has been very patient. You know that. But Daddy will put up with only so much nonsense. From now on you’re going to earn every come you get: every suck of your titties and every fuck of the pussy — the quality of those acts — is entirely up to you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“All right, as long as we understand each other. Now suck and suck as you’ve never sucked before and if I feel one tooth against my prick you’re going to regret it!”
Sherry attacked Daddy’s bone-hard dong with even greater fervor, very careful to let it come in contact with only the soft parts of her mouth and keeping it away from her teeth. Pretty soon she knew that Daddy would suck her pussy in the best way imaginable. Actually he didn’t have much of a beard and he never, never hurt her vagina with his fingers. His threats and later actions were all part of the game. He only pretended to be rough with her at such times. Really he just put more emotion and movement into his oral attentions on her cunt and when he fucked her he did so with more purpose and authority. He pumped his ass harder and, if anything, her climaxes were more intense and yummier than ever. Sometimes, pretending that it was a form of punishment, he would fuck her in the ass too which drove her out of her mind. The first time Daddy had stuck his pole up her asshole it had hurt slightly, but now after all the times he’d done it and all the times he’d fucked her there with the penis-shaped vibrator while tickling her clit at the same time she thought of it as a special treat.
When he was in this mood, he fucked her in the ass and kept telling her that this is what bad girls got when they displeased their fathers. She would pretend to cry and tell him that she was a bad girl and how sorry she was and that she would never disobey or make him unhappy again. This game would then give way to her pumping harder, ceasing to cry and seeming to enjoy his fucking her in the butt. Then, almost always, he would suddenly stop fucking her ass and say, “You know, young lady, I think you’re enjoying this. You’re despicable! Here I try to punish you and you end up enjoying it! Is there no way to punish you?”
Then he would bite the cheeks of her ass hard and pump mercilessly until he came. After he’d rested, he would then tell her to go to the bathroom, get a warm, wet wash rag and clean his prick off. After this, he would then give her a long lecture, apologize for being so harsh with her, kiss her very paternally on the cheek and they would take their nap.
And that’s precisely the way it went today. To the letter. And it was absolutely delicious.
Sherry came three times and she could tell that Daddy had an absolutely marvy come.
Gil Turner returned from the bathroom after having, parted Connie’s legs and buried his smooth face in her dripping slit. He gobbled hungrily, snorting and puffing as though be wanted to crawl up into her womb, either that or swallow her entire pussy whole. He didn’t seem to be concentrating on any particular place and for a while his generalized munching at her crotch was a refreshing change from the restrained, almost sophisticated cunt-licking Connie was accustomed to. Yes, Gil seemed like a little boy in a candy store who couldn’t quite make up his mind which delicacy he wanted to gorge himself on first.
Finally, Connie began to yearn for a more direct effort on her vagina, some more coherent and planned attack on a specific region of her pussy. When dining in a restaurant she, like most people, preferred to take a bite of one thing and then another rather than stirring the individual portions up into one indefinable hash or stew. She liked to think of herself as a costly meal which should be sampled in an orderly fashion. She had never observed Gil at the dinner table, but she guessed that his manners were none too good and that he certainly talked with his mouth full. Bless him, “Honey,” she said after a while, “don’t you want to pour some of that nice-tasting creme de menthe on my pussy and lick it off? Then when you lick my cunt it tastes just like licking an ice cream cone — only it’s better because it’s nice and warm.”
Gil raised his face and wiped the we from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. “Huh?”
“I said, don’t you want to pour some liqueur on my pussy? It makes it feel better for me and it tastes good too.”
“Oh, yeah,” Gil said. “I forgot. Good idea.” He reached over for the bottle and then poured it so that it ran down her cunt and down into her buttocks. He smeared the green liquid over her genitals and around with his hand as he stared in wide-eyed fascination at the beautiful cunt. He seemed to stare at it as though it were some exotic dessert — cherries jubilee or a parfait. Then he settled into a more even tempo as he lapped the sweet tasting liquid from every nook and cranny of her tasty snatch.
“Oh, baby, now you’re doing exactly what mains likes. But don’t forget my love button at the top. That’s better. Oh! And you even like my bottom! Yes, darling, your tongue feels so smooth and nice down there… everywhere.”
When he had swallowed practically all the creme de menthe, Connie herself poured the remainder of the bottle over her own twat to keep Gil snacking so delicately and tenderly all over her love chasm. Yes, Gil had definite cunt-eating possibilities, she thought. Although she had to keep raising his head slightly to remind him that it was her clitoris where she wanted most of the attention. He got the idea after her fifth or sixth prompting and began working on the flesh bud as if he knew that would make her come.
“Now you’re on it, honey. Yes… oh, yessess right on it… don’t stop… please make mama come… please.”
Gil was pressing just a bit too hard, not letting enough air penetrate between his tongue and her clit, smothering her so that she could not achieve the maximum sensation. She did not know how to tell him this without turning him off or offending him. Men were funny that way. They liked to think of themselves as the perfect lovers in every department. He was doing a fine job, unquestionably, but with just a little lees pressure, just a little, it would make all the difference. Pressure, even all out pressure, was fine at the very end, just before she came, but it was premature to push so hard at this stage.
Connie lifted his head, just a little and forced him to lick just a little lighter and he seemed to get the idea. Also, she guessed, his tongue and neck might be getting just a little bit tired by now. Certainly the little string of flesh that held the tongue to the lower part of the mouth was severed by now but that was common and wouldn’t cause any great discomfort. She didn’t want to tire him too much this first time he made her come with his mouth. She wanted to make it an enjoyable experience for both of them so that he would lick her pussy all the time. A man who wouldn’t lick cunt was worse than no man at all and she didn’t want to run the risk of making him suck-shy. No sir… never!
“Almost!” she cried out, spurring him on. “I’m almost there, darling. Oh, that blessed, beautiful tongue of yours is driving me out of my mind! Keep sucking. Harder… harder!” She was almost there now and wanted the maximum action. She grasped his head with both hands and stiffened her legs out as far as they would go on either side of the bed. Then she began riding his face like a jockey rides his tiny saddle and grinding her pelvis harder and harder at his slurping mouth.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, now, now! Oh, Gil! Yes, I’m coming now, baby! Oh, baby! There… there… there… now… Oh, nowwwwwwwww…” she screamed. “Pretty soon we’ll fuck… but now I’m THERRRRREEEE!”
Connie saw stars as the tingle of blessed orgasm ran up and down her backbone, jolted her being to the core and brought a relief she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
They both lay there, Connie shuddering and moaning and Gil panting, too, from his head wagging efforts. “Oh, what a way to make a living,” Connie said finally smiling lovingly at her new-found lover. “To think we can be together, live a good life together having sex and going to fun places. You’re my sugar-daddy, Gil. That’s what you are… a sugar-daddy… a girl’s dream come true.”
When Connie had rested, she realized that Gil was growing restless. Some time had passed since his last orgasm, his blow job, and she could tell that the excitement of bringing her snatch to a climax with his mouth had once again stiffened his rod and readied him for fucking.
“You want to put it in now, sweet?” she asked, kissing him and fondling his erection. “You ready to stick it in mama’s love hole and come again?”
She had barely gotten the words out when Gil grabbed her tits roughly, rubbed them mechanically for a moment, and then mounted up ready to stick his member between her legs. His eagerness startled her somewhat, but she was still wet from his saliva and the creme de menthe so held her cunt lips apart to enable him to penetrate her.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “When the chips are down, fuckin’ is the best. Good ol’ fuckin’ with my cock right up your middle. Right in your hot hole with your ass in my hands. Yeah…”
“Yes, baby,” she agreed. “Mama loves your pecker up there — loves to feel your come shoot in there.” Suddenly Gil paused, raised himself slightly and stared at her questioningly. “You can’t get pregnant, can you?” he asked. “I mean, you do take the pill or wear a diaphragm or something, don’t you?”
Connie smiled. “I may only be twenty-one, but I’m not a stupid kid,” she answered. “Honey, I’ve been taking the pill since I was sixteen! Come on and let’s fuck. Don’t worry.”
“Good,” Gil grunted, apparently satisfied, and began pumping his ass rapidly as he thrust his hard-on piston-like into Connie’s cunt.
Actually, Connie thought, Gil did have much to learn. She did delight in the challenge to make him a more affectionate and effective lover in the next six months, but sometimes his eagerness to get things over with bothered her. Right now, for instance, the way he held her ass in his hands — her thighs rather — made her feel a little like a wheel-barrel. The primitive approach often made a woman feel feminine, as though she were being over-powered by the more powerful, cave-man type male, but at this instant she could tell that Gil was thinking exclusively of himself. She might as well have been a goat or a sheep. She was a hot, wet hole to stick his cock in and gratify himself in.
That she might have preference as to position or pressure points had not even occurred to him as he huffed and puffed as quickly as possible with the single intention of unloading the contents of his balls within her. She would have to change all that. She owed the poor dear that in exchange for the salary he would pay her. But her instruction would have to be done with the utmost care. Years of habit had contributed to his attitudes and methods of fucking a woman and the last thing she wanted to do was bruise his childish ego.
“Okay,” he said, breathing harder. “I’m going off now, Connie. Getting my nuts off now.”
“Give it all to me,” Connie purred. “Let’s go fuck… fuck… fuck! Come inside in mama’s pussy like a nice boy!”
“There it is,” Gil moaned. “There she blows!” He spoke a little like a boy might speak to another boy when showing a prized agate from his marble collection. “Yeahhhh… there it is!” he gasped. He lay there with the full weight of his body on the top of her, gasping for breath. Almost immediately, his hard-on dwindled away to nothing and he rolled away and faced the wall. He didn’t say a word. Connie had not come, but she didn’t mind. She began rubbing his back. “Do you want to rest awhile before we have dinner?” she asked.
He shrugged her hand away, as though her touch annoyed him. “Dinner?” he grunted. “What the fuck for. You hungry already?”
“No, darling,” she said softly. “I just thought you might be after your efforts. If you want, I’ll call room service.”
“Room service? Who do you think you are? Lady Astor? Why don’t you go down and get a hamburger in the coffee shop — something your style.”
Connie didn’t think she had heard him correctly. She could not believe her ears. “What’s wrong, Gil?” she asked.
“Nothing’s wrong as soon as you get your ass out of here,” he said.
“Gil! But you said — I mean, our agreement? Okay, then, if you’re not hungry now forget it. I’m sorry.”
“I said to get your ass out of my room,” he repeated. “Now!”
“Gil, you can’t mean what you’re saying.”
He jumped up, went to his pants and withdrew his wallet. He withdrew some bills, placed them in her hand, then gathered her clothes and opened the door. Still naked, he shoved her out into the hallway and threw her clothes after her. “I gave you a tip,” he said. “You asked for two-fifty, right? Well, there’s three. It’s more than you’re worth. Think of it as a tip. Thanks for the lay.”
He slammed the door.
Connie stood with tears streaming down her, cheeks, trying to cover her nakedness with her clothing and glancing from side to side. Fortunately, there was nobody in sight. She unclenched her fist and stared at the bills. They were one dollar bills. Just as he had said, plus a fifty-cent tip.
“You rotten son of a bitch,” she said. “You dirty, rotten son of a bitch.”
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