DADDY`s PLAYTHING PART 5

Closing night at the Lucky Nuggett went extremely well and Gil Turner was easily able to negotiate a five-hundred dollar a week raise for Sherry’s return engagement in September. It was three days later when they arrived at the Alpine Hotel in Lake Tahoe. Sherry and her father flew, as always, but their accompaniment, The Sunbeams, made the ten-hour drive by auto. Victor Redgrave rented a car at the airport early that afternoon and by late afternoon the group had set up and rehearsed briefly in the Alpine Lounge.
Gil Turner had stayed in Las Vegas on business with another of the acts he handled but he had been able to secure a similar raise in salary for Sherry at the new gig, too, and this made her and her father happy. Greg Jennings, the entertainment director at the Alpine, verified the raise upon their arrival.
“Despite the fact that he drinks too much, Gil’s a fairly good businessman,” Victor said to Sherry as they drove to their motel. The Alpine, unlike the Lucky Nuggett, did not furnish rooms for lounge acts and so they had rented a luxurious, rustic apartment overlooking the lake and just a five-minute drive from the Alpine.
“I wonder how he and the cocktail waitress, Connie, made out?” Sherry asked as they arrived at their motel.
“Who knows,” her father said. “Probably just another piece of ass to Gil,” he said. “Along with the usual pack of lies, of course.”
When they had finished unpacking, Sherry said, “Daddy, I don’t feel like a nap. It’s still early yet and I don’t feel like just hanging around the motel. It’s so nice to be back among the tall trees and the water. Could we just take a walk and dig nature?”
“All right,” her father said.
They went out and began walking along the shore of the lake for perhaps a quarter-mile, then headed through the trees inland up a slight incline. They hiked several miles and below them the lake was deep blue. A slight breeze had come up and there were whitecaps riding the surface. A few small craft, mostly sailboats, skimmed the surface, their sails full and white against the darker water. Victor paused to catch his breath, leaning against a big pine tree for support. Then, suddenly, he pushed Sherry behind the tree and held his finger to his lips to indicate silence. Silently, he pointed and Sherry peered around the tree. Not twenty-yards distant lay a handsome dark-haired man in his early twenties. He lay on his back on the ground, his pants pulled down to his ankles, and his brownish hard-on stood straight up in the air. Sherry gasped, holding her hand to her mouth. The man’s prick was easily the most immense male organ she had ever laid eyes on. On either side of him was a young girl, both very young and both very beautiful, and the girls were kissing his face adoringly and running their fingers through his hair and over his stomach. The girls wore hot pants and Sherry could see that they wore no bras beneath their skimpy, silken blouses.
“Good Lord,” Sherry said. “You’d think they’d go to a motel or something.”
“Shhh,” Victor said. “Let’s watch.”
The girls were beautiful — gorgeous — and, from their hair and enormous breasts, Sherry guessed them to be showgirls. The man seemed totally relaxed, allowing them to have their way with him, except each of his hands was up under their blouses fondling their ample tits. In a moment, one of the girls — a redhead — grasped the man’s huge cock and massaged it while the blonde tickled the man’s breasts and soul-kissed him passionately. The scene was making Sherry’s pussy mushy.
The girls went on that way for several minutes treating the young man as though he were some kind of sultan and they were his sex slaves. Then both girls stood up and stepped out of their shorts, revealing perfectly rounded asses. The redhead curled up beside the man with her face next to his monstrous organ and began showering it with worshipful kisses and fondling it as though it were a treasure. The blonde, following the man’s instructions, bared her breasts and wiggled them back and forth across the man’s face.
“Oh, Tony!” Sherry heard her shout as the man kissed and lapped at her aroused nipples. “Tony, I’ve wanted you for so long, darling.”
Whoever he was, this Tony was quite a lover, Sherry thought, to rate two such devoted and lovely devotees. She wished her father weren’t with her. She wanted to reach down and stroke her clitoris as she watched the sex scene. Tony was so handsome and his cock so enormous! He was the absolute epitome of virility and she secretly wished she could join the girls and make the orgy a foursome.
Now the blonde whose titties Tony had been sucking sat directly on his face with her legs spread wide apart. She was a natural blonde all right, Sherry saw. Her pubic hair and the fuzz rimming the cleft of her ass was blonde, too. She propped herself up with her hands on the ground on the pine needles and slowly ran her vagina all over Tony’s face while his hands kneaded her ass and he lapped at her cunt. She stared up at the cloudless sky, a look of abject rapture on her delicate features as though she were praying Tony’s tongue would never cease its delicious laying mission on her genitals. Once, as the blonde scooted up on Tony’s face a bit farther to give him better access Sherry caught a glimpse of his lapping tongue as it flicked all the way around to the blonde’s anal cavity. My God! she thought. Even Tony’s tongue is longer than most men’s pricks! He was some kind of freak of nature, but if he was a freak he was easly the most handsome freak she had ever seen.
By now, the redhead was running her tongue all up and down the giant, bronze cock that stood as tall and proud as a small tree here in the forest — a stout, firm tree though without branches, just smooth flesh reaching majestically for the heavens (it was God-sent all right!) with two beautifully symmetrical testicles the size of large avocadoes at rest below.
Sherry thought she would go mad as the redhead tried vainly to get Tony’s balls in her mouth. They were just too large, so the poor girl had to compromise by bathing them with her tongue. It was a difficult job. Her futile act resembled a midget attempting to wash a pair of two-ton trucks! And her tongue was of normal size! She did manage to get most of his penis into her mouth though and Tony’s firm hips responded by slowly thrusting his member as far as it would penetrate to the back of her mouth. And then Tony did a most unusual thing. He released his grip from the ass of the blonde on whose cunt he was feasting, flung both arms out to the side, turned his head free from her snatch and emitted a long note of such power and beauty that Sherry was astounded. His voice was magnificent, the vibrato and timbre obviously that of a trained singer. It was as though he were in Switzerland amidst the Alps instead of the mountains of Lake Tahoe yodeling with unrestrained joy. No, he wasn’t yodeling. His voice was far too beautiful for that.
But he was expressing the joy and passion he felt at this moment in the best way he knew how. His big balls, the source of his deep voice, literally bounced as the long note resounded through the mountainside and tickled Sherry’s ears.
Finally, he stopped and made the girls trade places so that he could suck the redhead and let the blonde suck him. At his bidding they quickly changed places and eagerly acted out their new roles, after a while, Tony’s large hands departed from the redhead’s ass and reached down and lifted her so that her snatch slid onto his erection. With some difficulty she eventually managed to envelope Tony’s entire organ and then she rode his pole with all the fervor of a cock-starved nymphomaniac. Again, after a few minutes fucking the redhead, Tony made the girls switch and he fucked the blonde’s cunt for a while.
The entire scene had lasted for approximately twenty-minutes when Tony suddenly stopped and appeared to hold a conference with the girls. The girls argued heatedly at whatever was being said, but finally the blonde lay on her back with her legs spread wide and Tony mounted her and began feeding his huge meat wedge into her vagina. When it was all the way inside her the redhead squeezed her head under Tony and began sucking his balls while he fucked the blonde.
So that’s what they had argued about, Sherry thought. They both wanted to be fucked but of course that was impossible, especially with an organ of Tony’s size!
As Tony slammed his meat hard into the wailing blonde, Sherry could not resist the urge for gratification any longer. She slipped her hand into her slacks and parted her legs and began rubbing her clitoris. At the same time she reached over and unbuttoned her father’s fly, let his hard-on burst free as they both watched the threesome at work. Her father was excited, too. He was wetter than she could ever remember and his erection was like a rock. She fingered herself and jacked Daddy off and stared in disbelief at the pile-driving ass of the magnificent Tony. Tony was soon to display a most democratic quality, for he tossed the ball-licking redhead on her back and began fucking her while the blonde became the testicle-gobbler. The question in Sherry’s mind was which girl would he favor with his load. She could not breathe a word to Daddy but how she wished she were the girl beneath handsome, giant-cocked Tony, ready to receive the great outpour of his sperm into her quivering receptacle. Her curiosity was soon satisfied, for Tony began driving his organ at a furious pace as though racing for the finish, his great organ showing itself on each upstroke. Then, to her amazement, Tony did something she did not believe a male capable of. He allowed his prick to leave the warmth of the redhead’s seething vagina. Usually, in her experience with Daddy and from what she had heard, men were reluctant to leave cunt or mouth heat just before the crucial moment.
But once again this God of a man displayed superhuman qualities, total unselfishness as he permitted both girls to share in his orgasm.
And what an orgasm it was! Both girls held his prick with their hands (there was more than enough room for two hands) and covered the head of his penis with their mouths in wait for the impending gush of sperm. And then the mighty white stream geysered up, much of it spurting up into the air beyond their guzzling mouths, but the bulk of the load gulped greedily by both girls who resembled two thirsty people trying to get a drink from the same firehose at the same time. On and on the sticky torrent raged while the giant balls danced in accompaniment Tony held great handfuls of pine needles in his hands, his face contorted in ecstasy as the fountain’s skyward launch diminished to sporadic dribbling which the girls fought over.
When they were certain that his ball had run dry and there was no more love juice to be had, both girls slid up and lay on their sides kissing his cheeks and murmuring affectionately in his ear. Finally, he patted them both on their bottoms.
Sherry distinctly heard the redhead say that she had already come, so Tony then fingered the blonde until she too reached completion while the redhead watched.
In a few minutes, the three of them pulled on their garments and walked hand in hand toward the lake. Instantly, Sherry kicked one leg of her slacks free, parted the elastic crotch of her panties and raised her leg up and pressed her foot against the big tree. Daddy dropped his pants and managed to get his hard-on inside her cunt just in time to shoot his load into her snatch. Although the act required only seconds and was unusual in its haste for both of them, they came simultaneously. The sight they had just witnessed had driven them to the brink.
There had been no time to lie down. They had fucked standing up.
As they walked back toward their motel, Victor said, “Some people don’t care anything about privacy at all, do they?”
“No, I guess not,” Sherry agreed.
“Rather stimulating. I’m glad we took a walk. I wonder who the devil they are. That young man certainly had a splendid voice.”
Sherry resisted the urge to add that he had an even more splendid cock. She would never be able to rid herself of the memory of the huge organ spouting there into the air amidst the trees, the handsome Tony and the girls devouring his jism. But she dare not say a word to Daddy of this.
“Maybe he’s an entertainer around here,” Victor went on. “Re’s certainly got the voice for it and the girls certainly weren’t ugly. Showgirls, I’d say.”
“Very possible,” Sherry agreed.
“Sorry about coming so soon,” her Daddy appogized. “But that threesome, with the help of your pumping hand, had me ready to come the minute I stuck my cock in you.”
“You mean the second you shoved it in me,” Sherry corrected, giggling. “You don’t have to apologize,” she said, hugging his arm. “I was ready to come right then, too.”
Her Daddy looked at her a bit strangely then. “I-I trust the sight of another, shall we say well hung, male hasn’t given you any ideas about sampling other men’s organs.”
Sherry laughed, hiding her true feelings she hoped. “Don’t be silly, Daddy. You know we have something very special together. Why would I want any man but my very own wonderful Daddy? You taught me everything and I owe my career and my every thought to you.”
“Good,” he said. “I just want to be sure you never forget that, dear. Remember what I’ve just said in the event you ever feel tempted to experiment. I hate to think what I might do if I ever learned that you’d had an affair with another man — any man.”
Sherry kissed him on the cheek reassuringly and wondered what he would do to Gil Turner if he knew about that one time they had fucked and sucked. She shuddered to think of it. “Shhh, my darling Daddy,” she said. “Now you just stop saying crazy things like that. I’m all yours and you know it.”
“I just want to be absolutely certain that you understand that’s all.”
Sherry felt certain that she had convinced him of her loyalty but she was equally convinced that if and when she ever got the chance she would do everything, and more, with the handsome Tony that the girls had done. The sight of the muscled singer there on the ground with his enormous penis jutting skyward had stirred something deep within her that she had never felt before. She wondered if he did work there in the Lake Tahoe area. There were many clubs at the South Shore resort area. Quite possibly he did. She tried to dismiss him from her mind. Of one thing she was certain: if she ever found him she would make the strongest pitch of her life to be alone with him. Anywhere. Dear Daddy, how she loved him! But Tony was something else.
Back at the motel, they both napped sans sex, then showered and strolled over to the hotel restaurant for dinner. The evening was pleasant and so they elected to walk instead of taking the car. The season was in full swing, the herds of tourists who flocked every year to lose their money at the gambling tables were festive and gay. They had salads and prime rib and tomatoes instead of potatoes (for weight sake) and skipped dessert as they watched the merriment about them. Numbers flashed on the walls of the resort hotel wherever you went, even in the restaurant, and the girl runners dashed back and forth collecting the players’ cards with their selections and money. It felt good to be in Tahoe again and Sherry looked forward to tonight’s first show. The stage was not quite as large as the Lucky Nuggett in Vegas but the acoustics were good and they had top billing on the lounge marquee. Sherry Trent, she thought. You’re getting more money now. Sherry Trent, you’re going to be a big star some day.
Dressing rooms were downstairs beneath the stage at the Alpine which meant walking quite some distance, but they were large and modernly furnished and equipped with TV. Television often helped to pass the time between the long intermissions. She sat now, checking her makeup. She had selected one of her western, fringed outfits (they were all pretty much the same but this one was maroon and of a velvet kind of material), very expensive and custom-made. She never wore her stage garb outside anyplace where she worked because if the income tax people caught you they were declared not deductible. The rule was, if you could wear it on the street you could not deduct it and so she always changed, even between shows when she didn’t leave the building.
She listened now to he sounds of musicians and performers warming up and rehearsing in the adjoining dressing rooms as she primped and got ready for her first show. There was a trumpet playing scales and a vocal trio trying out a new number. From upstairs, in the main room, she could hear a final chord from the large band that backed the star in the main room. Someday, she hoped she would stop playing only lounges and play the main rooms where you have a full band for accompaniment and where the real money is. “Don’t worry, sugar,” her father said from the couch behind her. “Some day you’ll play the main rooms, too.” It was eerie the way Daddy sometimes seemed to read her mind. Well, she decided, they both had the same goal. Stardom. When she became a full-fledged star they would have oodles of money, and they could take long vacations and go to Europe or the Orient.
“I know, Daddy,” she said. “It’s just a mater of time. After all, I’m only sixteen. I’ve come a long way. I guess I shouldn’t be overanxious.”
Actually, she felt a lot older than sixteen and they both knew it. Her feeling older and acting older was partly because of the unique relationship with her father and, too, traveling and working in show business tended to accelerate one’s maturity. She knew that she felt a lot older than sixteen this afternoon when they had watched that threesome fucking and sucking in the woods. Any other normal sixteen-year-old would undoubtedly have been shocked, but she had accepted it as perfectly normal — a little indiscreet perhaps but perfectly normal. She had done everything they had done and more as far as sex was concerned — Daddy had seen to that except she hadn’t ever had sex with more than one person at a time. Well, maybe a man with a cock the size of Tony’s required two girls to handle him. Still, she wouldn’t want to share a man like Tony with any girl. She would want him all to herself. She smiled at this. But maybe he was so much in demand he had to take them on two at a time so they could all have a turn. “What are you smiling about?” her father asked. She looked at his reflection in the light-bulb rimmed mirror. “Oh, nothing,” she said. “Just happy, that’s all. You know I always feel good about opening night.” She was the opposite of most performers, she knew. Opening nights never gave her the jitters. The rehearsal with the light man this afternoon had gone perfectly and her voice always carried well on this stage and there was absolutely nothing to be worried about. Most performers, if they were at all inclined to get jittery, did so on opening nights.
“You’re my little trouper, honey,” her father said.
“I’m your little everything,” she said.
“Don’t start looking at me that way or I’ll muss up your makeup kissing you,” he said, grinning.
“You could just slip off my bottoms,” Sherry said, joking. “That wouldn’t muss up my makeup.”
“No, that’s not a good idea. We can wait until bedtime. Don’t you know about sublimation? The sex drive is very important. When you’re satisfied sexually you don’t perform as well. When your sexual drive is unsatisfied your actions are channeled into whatever you are doing. The sexual drive can be sublimated in many ways. Tonight you should use it to give your all when performing.”
“Interesting,” she said, “but I’m not sure I believe it. We’ve fucked lots of times during intermission and I don’t think my shows have suffered, do you?”
Her father laughed. “Well, it’s a theory anyway. Don’t pay any attention to me. I’m just making conversation.”
“You sure I look okay?” she asked.
“Ravishing,” Victor said. “You will win them over and have, them screaming for more and more and more.”
“I wonder how the crowd is?” she asked. It was Thursday and week-nights never drew the crowds weekends did. She was concerned about the head count. The maitre d’ always took a count of lounge customers before and after each act. It was management’s way of determining whether a particular act was drawing or not.
Sometimes, if the previous act was good, you inherited a good-sized audience. If the act was bad, you started with nothing. The idea was to keep or increase the large audiences and build the small audiences to room capacity. With the new raise Gil had obtained she was more anxious than ever for the head count to be favorable.
Acts that consistently lost people, eventually got the axe. Still, she knew that Gil could not possibly have gotten her a raise if the count had not been favorable — very favorable — many, many times.
“Don’t worry,” her father said. “I will personally count heads before you go on and afterwards. What do you think I do when I’m out front anyway? Masturbate?”
She laughed. “Frankly, I never noticed. Maybe you do. Maybe I’m so sexy you do. That would be a good one. The Alpine Hotel proudly presents Sherry Trent, The Sunbeams, and their masturbating business manager, Victor Redgrave!”
They both laughed and suddenly Sherry realized that she was slightly nervous. Probably because of Gil Turner getting the salary raise, she thought, puzzled. But then she became aware of a deep voice warming up in one of the dressing rooms. It had begun undetectably without her realizing it and then slowly crescendoed. Subconsciously she had heard it which had account for her nervousness. The voice rose in volume now, its timbre full and mellow as it went up and down scales. It was the same voice she and her father had heard in the woods earlier that day. It was Tony and she and Tony were obviously working the Alpine Lounge together on the same bill.
Without thinking, her hand went to her mouth in shock and she exchanged a meaningful glance with her father in the mirror. Just then a voice passed outside in the hall calling, “Tony Agnello! Mr. Tony Agnello!”
The singer stopped. “Yes,” Tony said, opening his dressing room door.
“There’s some girl wants to talk to you on the telephone.”
“Tell her I’m busy,” he said, and closed the door.
The singing started again.
“Now I’m worried about more than head counts in the lounge,” Victor Redgrave said.
Sherry pretended she had not heard the singing or the voice in the hall. “What, Daddy? What did you say?”
“Don’t play games with me,” he said brusquely. “You’re my daughter, remember? I’ve known you for quite some time now — intimately. I saw the way you acted this afternoon at the sight of that stud’s cock. I wasn’t totally surprised. I’ve been expecting something to happen for some time now. After all, you are getting older and you are normal.”
“Please, Daddy. Don’t talk to me this way.”
“I will talk to you this way. Remember what I told you about ever letting me catch you with another man, especially this Tony Agnello! I’m going upstairs now and look around. You can stay and listen to his lovely voice as long as that’s all you do. See you at the first show.”
Victor Redgrave left then, closing the door quietly behind him.