Who's Your Daddy
She was crying when I answered the door that rainy afternoon. I first met her a few years ago when she was nineteen and dancing at the local strip club. I guess she got out of that business and ended up just being a party girl, living off each boyfriend as they came around.
Something had definitely changed recently, though. She looked horrible. She was dirty, her hair was a mess with, her clothes were disheveled, dirty, and stained. Of course with the rain, she was soaking wet.
"What happened to you?" I asked, concerned, ushering her into the penthouse apartment. I was pretty well off, so it was a spacious place. "I haven't seen you in over a year."
"I got dumped. My bastard boyfriend moved back home with his mommy, leaving me here with no place to live." She started crying again as she sat on the dining room chair. She was pretty filthy, so I didn't want her to sit in the living room. "I've been living in the streets for a few weeks now. I don't have a job. I don't have any money. I have nowhere to go..." She broke down in sobs again.
"Why didn't you come to me sooner, doll? I could have helped you." I pulled a chair up in front of her and held her hands, looking at her through the hair that had fallen across her face.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, but she was still sobbing. "After all that trouble last year and your wife kicking me out and calling me names, I didn't think I was welcome here. I'm sorry, but I have no where else to go..."
Ever since I met her, she had issues of one sort or another, generally with money, or the lack of it, at the root. It wasn't that she was a dumb girl, it was just that she didn't apply herself and loved the carefree life. I'd had to bail her out of two situations already in the past couple of years. The last time was when her abusive boyfriend kicked her out of the house and she had no where else to go. She seemed to love shacking up with some college boy and then always needing help when they broke up. She lived with my wife and I for a week before my wife finally threw her out, her jealousy for the young girl very hard to deal with.
I hugged her close, feeling her cling to me for support. "Well you won't have to worry about her."
"What happened?" she asked pulling away a little and looking up at me.
"We came to agreement," I smiled. "If she wanted to stay with me then she'd have to play the game my way. We have an open marriage now."
"What does that mean?"
"We're married but we're allowed to... play outside... every now and again," I smiled.
She smiled, nodding her head in agreement. "That's... different." She laughed a little.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up and then talk a little later." I helped her up and walked her to the master bedroom and into the beautiful bathroom. I left her to stand by the tub as I retrieved a towel, washcloth, shaving supplies, and a robe for her to wear. "Come on down when you're ready," I said, turning to leave.
"Can you... can you stay and talk for a little bit?" she asked sheepishly.
I was rather surprised, but decided I could do that. I carried a chair in from the master bedroom and just as I re-entered the bath, her clothes had hit the floor, leaving her standing there completely naked. She may be been dirty, but she was still an incredibly beautiful woman. I couldn't divert my eyes and she looked at me, watching me staring. She didn't cover up at all, but simply stepped into the tub and turned, standing there for a second as my eyes took in her beauty.
Her breasts were the perfect size, with large, hard nipples topping them. Her body curved in at the waist and then flared beautifully at her hips. Her legs seemed impossibly long, even though she was no more than 5'4" tall. Her weight, perfect for her size, made her appear taller. My eyes darted to the perfection between her legs, seeing just the barest whispers of pubic hair. I licked my lips unconsciously as my eyes finally rose and met hers. Then she knelt and lay back, a little smile on her face.
She enjoyed teasing men with her body. She used her beauty to get everything in life, knowing that men would give in just to see her again.
She put some soap on the washcloth and quickly scrubbed the dirt off her face, shoulders and arms and then lay back relaxing for a moment as the suds floated around her.
"I bet you never expected to see me like this when you first saw me at the Kitty Kat Club," she smiled, blowing bubbles my direction.
I laughed. "No, I can safely say I never expected to see you in my bathtub. I admit I may have fantasized about it, though."
She smiled. It was nice to see her smile again. "Can you wash my hair?"
I moved to the side of the tub and knelt there, grabbing the shampoo as she ducked under the water to wet her hair again. When she came back up, I lathered up her hair and began to wash it, massaging her scalp. She idly floated in the tub, laying her head back as much as she could and relaxing. I could see her breasts peek through the suds every now and then, exciting me. It had been definitely too long since I'd had sex. About a year to be exact.
Her soft moans woke me from my reverie and I noticed her right hand had snaked beneath the water and she was obviously masturbating.
"Fantasized about me, huh? I think I like that. I always did love knowing that men were thinking about me, getting excited by me. So damn erotic."
I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I knew I was in deep and knew she was going to be sorry if I let myself get sucked much deeper into this. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from taking control of the situation... from taking control of her. She knew I wanted her, but she had no idea what I would do to her.
"Ooooh, I love having my hair washed," she said. "Kinda gets me all horny. You still go to the club?"
I sat there, almost too stunned to move. Seeing her writhing in front of me was a huge turn-on. She laughed, waking me up once again.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?"
