Chp. 12
After Stacy left, Flora came and curled up in his lap. He was deep in thought, and his dick was sore. He'd cum twice in an hour. He couldn't remember having done that before. The second time had been on Star's face and tits after Flora said she wanted a little more to make the scene longer and thicker. Her pun was not lost on him.
Despite feeling somewhat disturbed by Daddy's aggression and roughness, Stacy gave him a kiss, and then flashed him a bright smile and a glimpse of her perfect ass on her way out the door.
"What's up, Don?" Flora questioned as she nestled into him. "Mmmm," she purred contentedly. "You were so great today."
"Hmmm," Don replied uneasily.
"What's bothering you, Don? Is it having to go twice? Stacy loved it, both times. In fact, she was telling me..."
"No, it's not that," he interrupted.
Don was surprised that it only took two goes actually. And if it weren't for the fact that his dick hurt, he would've loved at least one more blow job from Stacy. Except that he was worried about what Daddy would've continued to do to her if given the chance.
When Flora first told him she wanted to do another take, he already had misgivings. All he'd been able to think about was the sight of Stacy choking and coughing on the bed, splattered with his cum. He wasn't sure he could risk doing that again. But when he walked into the room and saw Stacy on all fours on the bed, her tits hanging free, her skirt around her waist, playing with her pussy, and looking hungrily at his dick, he got pretty hard, pretty quick.
"We're going to splice this into the last scene," Flora explained. "She'll start here, you make her get on her knees or something, do your thing, then put her back on the bed like this again. Got it?"
'Do your thing' she said. Like she was talking about making dinner or fixing a leak. So humiliating and hurting this young woman was his 'thing' now? She made it sound easy. And what bothered Don the most was how easy it turned out to be.
He heard Flora say "action", then he forced himself to say, "Get on your knees." It just flowed from there.
Star's eagerness to comply with Daddy's demand, her beauty, her youthful exuberance, her bouncing tits, the immediacy of her hand back on her pussy after getting into position for him, the sound and smell of her wetness.
"Let me taste your pussy," Daddy commanded.
Star eagerly raised her wet fingers to his mouth. He licked and sucked on them as she did the same with his cock. He quickly dropped her hand and pulled his dick back away from her.
"I didn't give you permission yet."
She looked up at him eagerly as she returned to playing with herself. He moved his cock slowly towards her mouth, but when she reached for it with her tongue, he pulled away. When he did it again, she tried to grab his cock with her free hand, but he slapped it away. "Play with your tits," he told her, and she did. He grabbed her pigtails to hold her head still as he continued to tease her, only allowing her to lick his tip. Occasionally he'd put his crown in her mouth and then pull it out as soon as her lips closed around it.
"Please Daddy," she finally begged him. "I want your cock so bad."
Daddy relented. He pushed himself into her mouth until he felt her throat, then fucked her mouth as he held her pigtails. She moaned with pleasure.
Eventually, he had his foot on the bed. Her head was next to it, pressed into the mattress, pinned, as he repeatedly forced his cock into her willing throat, slowly and deeply. She had a hand on his thigh as if in some futile attempt to control how hard or how deep he fucked her, which she never attempted.
He fucked her throat until, with a gag, he pulled out, and she jerked him off onto her tits and face. She licked and sucked him clean before Daddy stepped back and ordered her onto the bed again.
Remembering that second incident, with Flora now on his lap, he almost shuddered.
"What is it then?" Flora asked, bringing him back to the present.
He paused. "Daddy is so...violent. It scares me."
Flora sat up and looked at him. "First of all, Don. Own that shit. You are Daddy. Daddy wasn't real until you made him real. I haven't written any lines for you, or told you what to do. That's all you." She gently cupped his cheek with her hand. "And it's amazing to see, Don. That's something inside of you that you probably never knew was there. Am I right?"
"Yeah," Don sighed. "And that's what bothers me. It's frightening."
"I get that," she said softly. "But it's not violent, Don. I'm not sure you know what real violence is." She looked away.
The tone in her voice made Don look at her. He suddenly felt selfish and stupid. "I'm sorry."
"My point is," she continued. "You're being too hard on yourself. It may be aggressive, it may be a little rough at times, but it's not violent. And whatever it is, it's right, because Daddy always makes his baby girls cum."
"Alright," Don conceded. "But, is that because..."
"No buts, Don. You're not a violent person, if that's what you're worried about. You're a kind, sweet, thoughtful man." She kissed his lips softly. "You worrying about this proves that." He didn't respond, so she continued. "You know what I think you are? I think you're sensitive, empathetic and attentive. And, when you let yourself go." She emphasized these words. "And get into the moment. You're able to just figure out what your partners want, and you give it to them. It feels good, doesn't it?" she asked. "It feels...right?"
"It does," he sighed.
"If it feels good to you, and it feels good to us, then why are you trying to convince yourself you're doing something bad?"
"I don't know," was all Don said. Flora certainly had a much better interpretation of his actions than he did. It was probably even more valid since it fit more of the facts. He'd been unable to reconcile feeling bad about doing something that his 'victims' seemed to definitely enjoy. "Maybe you just get so used to feeling bad, that feeling good seems...weird," he finally added.
"Ha," Flora scoffed. "Yeah, I get that. It's pretty fucking sad, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Don agreed, looking pained.
"There's probably some of that in there, but that's not it, is it?" Flora asked.
"No," Don sighed
"It feels dirty, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does." He agreed.
"I'm guessing you've never done anything like this before, or had a girl react this way. Am I right?"
Flora's question wasn't so much leading, as it was following Don. "No, never."
"Things have changed a lot since you were my age, Don. It's not like people weren't fucking like this back then, but it was behind closed doors and they didn't talk about it. Society would've considered it perverted or some shit." Don nodded his agreement. "But the internet has put all that, and more, right out there for everyone to see."
"That doesn't suddenly make it OK," Don argued. He wasn't convinced by his or her positions, he was just making the point.
"No," Flora agreed. "But it does suddenly let a lot of people know there are a lot more options available than just missionary and doggie. And the more people try different things, and talk about them, then the more they start to be OK. For my generation there's very little that's off limits, socially. It's all a matter of personal preference."
"That's the same for my generation," Don protested.
"Haha," Flora laughed. "Of course. But my point is that, socially, we're accepting of a lot more. We have a much bigger sexual palette to choose from. I bet half the girls in my school called themselves bisexual at some point. I don't think most of them ever did anything about it, but the point is that it was option for them. Do you think you even knew what bisexual meant when you were in high school?"
"Probably not," Don admitted. "But I'm not sure I like this discussion about what an old fogey I am."
