Bruce Flores - Daddy_s plaything

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.

Sherry Trent and her father, Victor Redgrave, lay in the lounge chairs beside the immense swimming pool behind the Lucky Nuggett Hotel. They lay face up, eyes closed, facing the Nevada sun. It was hot, even for July, but a slight breeze made the beat bearable. Sherry liked to sport a tan. For one thing a suntan made it unnecessary to apply so much stage makeup at night under the heat of the stage lights performers perspired and their makeup appeared streaked and ran onto costumes, staining them. Also, a tan contributed to her whole some image.

The breeze diminished and Sherry sat up shielding her eyes from the bright sun with her hand and surveyed the deck. Two young men, both in their twenties she guessed, were staring directly at her. Mouths agape, they made no pretense of not staring directly at her breasts and the indentation of her vagina in the skimpy crotch of her bikini. Sherry loved Daddy, true, but she was a born performer. She spread her legs just a little farther apart, tugged at her halter, and smiled at them. It was just a friendly smile, not seductive, but the taller lad – the one with the erection nearly fell backwards in to the pool. Only a grab by his friend – whose crotch was somewhat swollen too – saved him from plunging into the blue water.

Sherry lay back again, feeling their hungry eyes fastened to her, and enjoyed her sunbath.

"How many times have I told you that a performer, especially one who hopes to be a star, is supposed to remain aloof? That was cheap, Sherry," her father said. "Being friendly is one thing. Tantalizing is quite another."

"Sorry, Daddy," she said, closing her parted legs. "It's just that I felt sorry for them. They looked so – pitiful there."