Bruce Flores - Daddy_s plaything

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."