Daddy's plaything(28)

There was something about the man – he exuded masculinity – that drove her to a sexual frenzy. She had to have him! For the first time, she knew that Daddy was not enough. She wanted Tony Agnello's stiff, beautiful prick in her cunt and she was determined to have it there.

In a few minutes, her father came in and said that he would not bathe tonight. She stepped from the tub and he carefully dried her. Then he turned on the lamp with the rose-colored bulb he had bought and lay back naked watching her. "Come here to Daddy," he said. "The vibrators are ready and Daddy wants to make his little girl feel good so that she can have a good night's sleep."

She obeyed and they lay there while her Daddy's soft hands massaged her body and her breasts and her vagina. Despite herself, she became aroused, as always, and her hand soon found his hard-on and manipulated it as he worked on her pussy and rectum with the prickshaped vibrator. Her father elected to skip having his cock sucked tonight and merely sucked her pussy before fucking her. It felt good just lying there, feeling his hard, male meat sliding deep into her cunt. But there was only one trouble. She found herself imagining that it was Tony Agnello fucking and sucking her. She could feel his strong back beneath her roving hands and it was his firm buttocks that thrust between her legs and his voice gasping the four-letter words in her ear.

"Yes, my love… Oh, fuck… fuck… make me come," she was saying, but it was to a younger, more robust and eager cock that she pleaded for completion.

Daddy had her legs pushed up against her shoulders now, gazing down at his penis jabbing at her honey chasm, and Sherry wondered what it would feel like to have Tony's immense prong slamming into her, and Tony's hands clutched her ass and finally sending his great load of sperm deep into her slit. Oh, how she wanted to tug at his ass and pull the handsome Italian's meat deep into her. Oh, how she wanted to experience what it was like to have a real men fucking her hard. She imagined his enormous balls slapping her ass, as his rod stabbed away, and she yearned to have his hot shaft probe her mouth and spend itself down her throat.

She pulled harder and harder at her father's ass, trying to get more of him inside her than ever before so that the transformation of the younger Tony and her father would be more real and vivid in her mind.

"Oh, Tony!" she cried. "Fuck me with your great big beautiful dong. Shove it all the way up me, Tony!"

And then suddenly, without warning, the delicious cock within her stopped and dwindled away to nothing. She felt a hard slap across her face.

"Bitch!" her father yelled. "You dare to fuck me and think of that two-bit singer? You're a disgrace. I don't see why I ever thought you were capable of class. I give my life and all my energy to making something out of you and you reward me by indulging in the cheapest of fantasies!"

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Sherry pleaded. "Why-why did you stop? Don't stop now! Please?"

"Don't stop!" He pulled her hair viciously.

"You lie there groaning and calling out his name – Tony's – and you expect me to perform the same as always?" Her father broke into tears then, withdrew what was left of his shrunken erection, turned his back to her, turned out the light and ignored her.

"I didn't realize," Sherry apologized. "Honest, Daddy, I didn't know what I was doing or saying."

"Never mind," he said. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep."

It was the first time they had begun but not consummated the sexual act. Sherry felt strange and unfilled. She lay there for a long time until she was certain her father had fallen asleep.

Then, feeling very guilty, she quietly took the prick-shaped vibrator and fucked herself there in the darkness while her other hand manipulated her clitoris. At last, the orgasm she had been denied earlier came and she shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through her body. She put the vibrator back and turned over to go to sleep.

"Good work, my little pig," her father's icy voice said from the far side of the bed. "Be sure you come. Never mind the sacrifice others have made to make you what you are. Never mind whether or not they try to get to sleep in torment. Sleep well my spoiled little brat."

Sherry lay there, feeling agonizing guilt. What made it worse was that she had thought of Tony while fucking herself with the vibrator. How would she make it up to her father? she wondered. She would have to make amends somehow, but she knew that she would have to have Tony at least once. Could she possibly explain this need to her father? She guessed not. She lay there for a long time trying to figure out how to have an affair with Tony just once and then return to her normal sexual relationship with Daddy. Finally, she fell into a deep and perplexed sleep.