"Daddy!" she shrieked, her cunt gushing again. Oh fuck, the little girl's pussy was so wet it'd soaked through both her panties and my trouser leg. Shit, I had to feel it.
I reached a hand under her skirt and lightly traced my fingers against her mound. The heat was scorching. There were waves of moisture coming off her twat, sensual and wet. I pressed my fingers firmly to her mound and she squealed again, grinding against my hand, rotating her hips, desperately trying to get near me.
"Please Daddy," she panted. "More … please!"
But something made me hesitate for a moment. Maybe it was the innocence in her eyes, despite the fact that she was draped all over me, her snatch rubbing against my hand like it was a gift from heaven. Maybe it was my conscience, who knows. Funny time to grow a conscience, it's never bothered me before.
So slowly, reluctantly, I pulled away.
"Cleo, this can't happen," I said gently, removing my hand slowly from her wetness. The shock in her eyes was vivid, those deep green irises still dilated from want and need. I stroked her haunches as a consolation prize, letting myself savor that smooth, sweet skin, perfume drifting off that silky golden expanse. Heat emanated from her still, driving me crazy, my senses on fire.
"But why?" she asked, panting slightly. Her breasts heaved and I almost lost it again, those creamy tits waving in front of my face, so close that I could easily turn the tide, grab one in my mouth and suckle, keep the fire going.
But I knew I had to stop. She was so nubile and so curvy … and so fucking young.
"You know why," I ground out, slowly shifting her off my lap. The little girl wobbled on her legs, like a newborn colt.
"Because you're married to my mom?" she asked softly. "I know you don't love Lorena."
I gave out a short bark of laughter at that.
"I've never loved Lorena," I replied tightly, the look on my face grim, "and she's never loved me. You know that Cleo. You know that with me and your mom, it was always a marriage of convenience."
And the girl straightened a little, re-tying her top, hiding those tits from view, pulling her skirt down again.
"I just wanted to be sure, Daddy," she said slowly, "because Lorena told me that you were trying for kids. But she's in her forties and it's probably not going to happen. You know that she's tried before, right? Tried to have more kids but it fell flat?"
I just shook my head. The last thing I wanted with my wife was a child. Heck, I'd never want a baby with a woman who I used for sex, what kind of environment would that be for a child? So I just shook my head.
"Naw, it's never bothered me that Lorena couldn't conceive, I never even asked about it," I rumbled, shaking my head. Why would Lorena tell Cleo that we were trying for kids? Odd. "In fact, I just assumed that your mom was past the age, no longer fertile. But what do you mean, she's tried it before? She tried to give you a baby sister or brother at one point?"
And here, Cleo sighed.
"Daddy, we were poor before we met you," she said slowly. "I mean, not living out of our car or anything, but my biological father was never in the picture. And I don't mean he ditched us. He was a one night stand for Lorena, a shot in the dark, so she didn't even know how to contact him."
Surprise, surprise. Sounded just like my wife, so I nodded.
"Well, it meant my mom had to raise me on her own and she wasn't really into it. She was young when she had me, with a wild streak still, and I kept her from going out and partying. So Lorena started trying to get paid by guys," said Cleo, shrugging her shoulders.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. I'd had my wife checked out before I married her, and as far as I knew, her past was legit. She hadn't committed any crimes, was here in the country legally, and had been working for the housekeeping service for eight years. That was a good record of employment, you had to show up on time and do your stuff if you've been with the same employer for that long.
But Cleo read my mind. She nodded.
"Daddy, you're not the first man that Lorena's met cleaning houses," she said softly. "Only rich people can afford Greener Living, so we were always being sent to estates around Long Island, cleaning 10,000 square foot mansions with pool houses and guest cottages. We'd be on site for days sometimes, these places were so big."
I frowned for a second.
"You were cleaning as well?" I growled. "What about school? You were too young to be working full-time."
And here, the girl shook her head again slowly.
"I was," she agreed. "But Mom couldn't afford babysitting, so she'd take me with her on jobs. I'd usually sit in the van and wait while she and the rest of the crew cleaned. It wasn't fun because they use a lot of harsh chemicals and sitting in the van, the fumes would sting my eyes, my nose, make it hard to breathe. So actually, I wanted to help them," she confessed. "That way, I could get some air."
And I frowned again. This Cinderella background was even harsher than I imagined. I mean, yeah, I knew Lorena and Cleo came from a blue-collar past but I never imagined it was like this.
Still, Cleo shrugged.
"When I got old enough to look like a legit employee, I started cleaning with the crew, going into the mansions. It was amazing," she said, taking a deep breath. "It was only then that I realized how much some people have, and how little we had."
Well, that was easy to fix.
"But you have everything you need now, right?" I growled. "Because I've been giving Lorena money for you, a lot of it."
"Oh I know," smiled the redhead. "Thank you so much, I totally appreciate it. And I wanted to thank you personally tonight," she said, a bit of a sassy gleam coming back into her eyes, shifting slightly on the ottoman. My mouth immediately started watering again, imagining that juicy butt bumping up and down on my cock, humping my pole. But I hadn't gotten answers yet.
"But why do you say Lorena's done this before?" I ground out, forcing myself to ignore my burgeoning erection. "How do you know she's tried for a second kid?"
And here Cleo cocked her head at me.
"Because you're not the first rich man she's seduced, haven't you realized that Daddy? Mom's always wanted to live a lavish lifestyle. She's tried to hook up with quite a few of the guys we cleaned house for," she finished.
Fuck me. That took some fucking moxie.
"Who was she fucking?" I asked, although it really didn't matter. I was curious more than anything else.
"Well, there was Mr. Jennings over on North Shore, and Mr. Dykstra over in Manhasset," she said slowly. "And there were probably ten others, I can't remember their names now. Oh wait, and Evan Musk in Manhattan. I remember him because he was the only one we went into the City for," she added.
Shit, that was a lot of dudes.
"But this took place over a long time right?" I growled, morbidly curious. There were so many men that Lorena must have started long ago, when Cleo was only a baby.
But the redhead's shook her head somberly, biting her lip.
"No Daddy, she did it all in three years. She was sleeping with these guys simultaneously, just waiting for one to bite. It wasn't even a question of ‘if,' it was a question of ‘when.'"
And in that instant, I realized I'd been a fucking dunce. A dunce who'd been ruled by my dick. Because Lorena had been fucking multiple men simultaneously with the strategy of getting a rich man's ring on her finger and it had worked. There'd been a ton of targets and I was the sucker who'd pulled the trigger, who'd made her legit, and now look what had happened. I had a disgusting, lazy ass wife whose daughter I was trying to boff. What a fucking cliché.
"But how do you know she's tried for kids?" I asked carefully. Shit, what did these other guys know that I didn't?
"Because Mr. Jennings over in the North Shore said the only way he'd marry her was if she got pregnant. So Lorena was taking all these pre-natal vitamins, going to the doctor all the time to get her cycle checked, but nothing worked. I still remember when Mr. Jennings threw us out," said Cleo quietly. "It was so humiliating, we had to live in our car for a while."
And I could only imagine. I knew Len Jennings from some business dealings and the asshole was the type who bragged about his conquests, his billion dollar fortune, when everyone knew he'd filed for bankruptcy twice in the last ten years. Cleo had dodged a bullet as far as I was concerned.
"So is that what this is all about?" I asked. "You and your mom have gone through some hard times and because I'm the rich guy who's finally made life easy, you feel like you owe me?"