Daddy's plaything(18)

The thought of salary increase reminded her of Gil's remark. "Do you really think we'll start earning more in Tahoe?" she asked.

Victor Redgrave shrugged and glanced at his watch. "It isn't certain," he said. "Gil was supposed to give Greg Jennings a call at Tahoe this afternoon about revising the contract, but at the moment he's upstairs fucking that cocktail girl. I guess we'll just have to wait until he's finished taking his pleasure with that little tramp."

"I wonder what they're doing right now," Sherry said, trying to visualize them. "Don't you wish you could see whether they're fucking or sucking right this minute?"

Victor grimaced, shaking his head. "Gil isn't exactly a Don Juan. They probably consummated the act two minutes after they entered his room. Either that or he's having difficulty trying to get his drunken pecker up without success?"

Sherry giggled. "Or maybe he's making one of his phony promises about hiring her as his traveling secretary."

"Yes, anything's possible with Gil," Victor said. "Well, shall we go up and take our nap now? With us at least we know our sex is first-rated. Somehow that makes me feel good. I detest mediocrity even in bed."

"Me too," Sherry said. "Ummmm. Let's go, Daddy." Somehow lying in the sun always made her readier for sex than usual, primed her, so to speak. She stole a glance at the manly bulge at the crotch of her father's tight-fitting, blue trunks and wet her lips in anticipation. She would have another delicious orgasm with Daddy and then sleep like a baby until time for supper and work tonight.

Upstairs, once the door was closed behind them, Victor held his daughter close and ran his hands over her sun-warm body. He unclasped her skimpy top and palmed her hot breasts, too, in slow circular movements. Finally, he hooked his thumbs in the top of the bottom of her swim suit and slid it down to her ankles. He started to kneel down on the floor but before he could do so Sherry slid his trunks down to the carpet also. "I like you naked just like me, Daddy," she said. "Oh, the thought of all those males with their beautiful clusters of cocks and balls hidden by bathing suits at the pool was driving me out of my mind. I wish everybody could just run around naked, their pricks and nuts and tits swinging free in the breeze. Beautiful."

Suddenly Victor slapped his daughter hard across the face. "There's only one set of cock and balls you're interested in and don't you ever forget it!" he rasped. "The way you were luring those gaping teenage idiots on was despicable! Cocks and balls… cocks and balls… you mean mine and nobody else's, do you understand?"

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.