Bruce Flores - Daddy_s plaything

"Don't cry, baby. You know I'll understand no matter what." Tony stared at the vibrators, frowning. "Why do you have the vibrators with you here at the lake now? I mean…" – he shook his head – "… is he here at Tahoe?"

Sherry nodded, not facing Tony.

"Who is he then? You can tell me. I'm not exactly a one woman man. At least I haven't been. You haven't committed any crime, Sherry."

"Maybe I have committed a crime," Sherry said. "The most horrible crime imaginable."

Tony came over and took her by the shoulders and shook her hard. "All right," he said. "Enough games. Give me the whole story. Apparently some guy has been making love to you for a long time now and using these vibrators. How the hell he's been following you around all this time and not getting seen by somebody, especially your father; I'll never know, but he must be a pretty slick operator. Now who in God's name is he?"

"He's my father," Sherry said, crossing the room and staring out the window with her back to Tony.

There was a long silence, then a low whisper.

"Jesus," Tony said. "Since you were how old?"

"Twelve."

"That lecherous, rotten, lousy, Goddamn son of a bitch," Tony snarled. "A twelve-year-old! His own daughter! He's not an ugly guy. He could have had women his own age. Why did he pick on you? I've heard about things like this going on in the back hills or some place like that, but I didn't really believe it happened among intelligent people in civilized places. And you let him! All these years you just let him. You probably even liked it!" Tony's footsteps crossed the room and Sherry knew he was near the door. "Okay, baby," he said. "It's been nice. I thought you were really something special, but this is just too weird for me to comprehend and I'm not a square! Give Daddy an extra hug tonight when you say good night."

Suddenly Sherry turned and when she spoke her voice was not that of a sixteen-year-old. Even though she had known Tony a short time she knew she loved him. He could kick her out if he wanted to, but, by God, she was going to make him understand!

"Just a minute!" she commanded. "I can see you're all very moral and wonderful. Naturally you're incensed at this outrage to decency. All right go ahead and tell me to leave, but for your own education so that you will understand about these awful perverse things that happen in our society, you should know how and why such things came about. Do you think I just said, 'Daddy, fuck me!' and he said, 'Very well, my dear, but first let me pick up a few vibrators down at the drug store.'"

"If you think you're just going to walk out of your apartment and expect to find me gone without any explanation you're crazy! Get over there on the couch and sit down!" she continued, surprised at the harshness of her own voice.

Tony hesitated, then, strangely, he obeyed.

"Now I'm going to give you a little insight. You're going to be a little twelve-year-old girl. Remember that you're twelve and you're naive and you love your Daddy very much. He's all you have 'cause your mother's a drunk someplace and you haven't seen her in years, understand? Lie down there on the couch. Pretend it's a bed. You're in your own apartment and you've just finished your last show of the night."

"For Christ's sake," Tony protested, starting to rise. "Let's not be so ridiculous. I'm leaving…"

"Shut up and sit down!" Sherry yelled, crossing the room.

Tony did so, Sherry sat down beside his prostrate form.

"Now this may come a little difficult for you because you're not a girl and you're not twelve and I'm not your Daddy. No, you're a big manly moralist who puts down anything so perverse as incest. But we're going to play a game anyway. Remember your role and I'll remember mine. If you step out of character once, I'll-I'll kick you in the balls, understand?"

Tony nodded. "A twelve-year-old girl with balls?" he inquired sarcastically.

"That's what I mean," Sherry said. "This is going to take a little imagination on your part, especially when I start playing with your hard-on and pretending it's a pussy – a little girl's."

"Sherry, please…"

"Shut up!" she said. "Nothing matters except that when you leave here and decide to have nothing to do with me ever again, at least you'll understand. Also, consider the fact that you'll have one more orgasm to your credit if you play the game."

Tony seemed resigned to play whatever weird game Sherry had in mind. He lay there, looking slightly uncomfortable and wondering just how he was to respond to his own father as a twelve-year-old girl. As though reading his mind, Sherry said, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Leave everything to me. I'll create the mood and setting as best I can. Now, remember you're in bed and you love me very much and you want to please me. It's dark and I've come in to kiss you good night."

Sherry kissed Tony tenderly on the cheek and began gently rubbing his back. She lowered her voice when she spoke. "You sang very beautifully tonight, my sweet. Daddy was very proud of his talented little performer."

"Thank you, Daddy. Ummm, that feels good when you rub my back. I'm always glad when you're pleased with me. They did applaud a lot, didn't they?" Sherry said. She spoke in a high-pitched voice as she did the little girl's part.

"Yes, they did applaud, love, and now that you're getting older it's time we talked of – well, adult things. I love you very much and I want you to be happy and whenever you do on especially fine job I think you should know about it. I believe in rewards."

"Oh, you're wonderful, Daddy, to think of rewarding me. Ummm, that feels nice the way you're rubbing my back and bottom. I like you to rub me all over that way, Daddy. Is that my reward?"

"Yes, my dear. Partly."

Sherry's hand stole from Tony's back now and began massaging his firm pectoral muscles and rubbing even as far down as his stomach. She began unfastening the buttons of his fly. He didn't try to play his part. He remained speechless and stared at her in amazement, as though he had been transported in time, reliving something that had happened long ago.

"But you must remember," the deeper voice of Sherry went on, "that the things we talk about and do from now on are secret. They're our special things and we should never tell anyone about them, all right, dear?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy. You never touched me there before, did you? Is it all right? Is it part of my reward?"

"Anything we do together is all right as long as it's our secret, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, Daddy. I'll never tell anybody about our secrets." Sherry took Tony's big arms and encircled them about her neck and made him plant a childish kiss on her cheek.

"These little bumps on your chest are tiny now, but soon they will grow and you will have the breasts of a woman."

"I know. It feels nice when you massage them that way."

"Being a woman carries certain responsibilities and certain pleasures. Part of your reward – our secret reward – is my showing you some of the pleasures involved in being a woman, sweet. You're a very lucky girl that I'm bothering to tell you these things, aren't you?"

"Oh, I know I am, Daddy. And it feels so good, too. I feel all mushy down there where your finger is touching my thing." Sherry had Tony's cock out. It was fully erect and dribbling as she slowly jacked his member up and down.

"It's perfectly natural for you to feel a nice tingly – mushy, as you say – sensation down there. That's your vagina, sweet."

Sherry took Tony's hind and, after slipping out of her dress and panties, placed his hand between her legs and the other on her firm breasts (the actions didn't fit the words she spoke but she wanted him to parallel the feeling and the mood of the incident she was trying to re-create).