Chp 13
After her railing, Julie went off with Flora to talk business. She was very enthusiastic to 'join the team', as Flora put it. Stacy stayed behind, making Don wonder if she was up to something.
When Julie left, Stacy took her place, laying on top of him. He was spent and wary that she was going to ask for more of him than he could give. But he put his arm around her and traced his fingers along her back.
"Mmmm," she purred softly. "That was so fucking hot, Daddy."
Hearing her call him Daddy again made his loins stir. "I need to go clean up," he said trying to change the subject.
"You wait here," she said. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before heading to the bathroom. He almost fell asleep as she waited for the water to warm up enough.
Stacy returned with a warm washcloth and a hand towel. She started with his face, delicately wiping the sweat and cum away. She kissed him when his lips were cleaned, briefly inserting her tongue between his lips and then licking them as she retreated. She wiped his neck, chest and stomach before drying him with the towel. She went back to the bathroom to rinse and warm up the cloth. When she returned, she wiped off his thighs, then his cock and balls, then dried him off again.
She didn't speak at all as she dutifully cleaned him. He watched her as she worked. Her naked body was glorious. Her perfect tits swayed and bounced as she wiped him down. The muscles in her flat stomach, and her arms and legs, tensed and relaxed as she moved. He put a hand on her beautiful tight, but soft, ass as she knelt on her feet next to him. When she was done, she moved to the head of the bed and pulled the sheets down, inviting him in. Don rolled over and crawled under the sheets. Stacy moved in next to him before covering them both up.
She lay half next to, half on top of, him. He felt her full soft breasts press against him. Her thigh was warm, draped over his. With her hand she traced lines on his chest.
"When are you going to fuck me like that, Daddy? I'm a little jealous."
"Why are you calling me that?" Don asked.
"I like it," she answered. She looked up at him. "Does it bother you?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "I thought Daddy was just a role that Flora created. It just doesn't feel...real."
"Did it feel real when you made Julie cum all those times, Don? Or when you made me cum? Or when you filled my mouth with your load. It felt real to me. Mmmm." She paused to purr a little remembering it. "I still frig myself thinking about it."
"Well, yeah," Don admitted.
"Because it was real." Stacy ran her hands down to his stomach. "And besides, from what I've heard, Flora didn't create Daddy, you did, when you made that video with her."
"That's what Flora says too." He sounded unconvinced.
"Did Flora tell you about Julie beforehand?" she asked.
"No," Don said, sounding alarmed. "Tell me what?"
"I don't know," Stacy shrugged. "Just wondering if she told you about her. You seemed to know just where her buttons were."
"Flora seems to think I'm some kind of fuck-savant."
"Hahaha." Stacy laughed boisterously. "I like that." She reached up to kiss his neck. "Maybe you are. You certainly found all my buttons too." She paused. "You know the girls that do this shit are usually pretty fucked up, right?"
Don put his arm under Stacy's head and began to trace his finger along her back. "Yeah, I sort of assumed that."
"I don't know her story, but I can just tell, she's like me and Flora."
Don cocked his head to look at her, but she didn't look back at him. Her expression and her voice revealed nothing.
"I'm sorry," he told her.
Stacy looked up at him. "I know you are, Don. And that's the point." She laid her head back on his shoulder. "Flora may not have told you about us, but she told us all about you."
"What did she say?"
"She told us you had two grown daughters; that you were a good father..."
"I don't know about that," Don interrupted glumly.
"Did you take care of them, Don? Did you try to do your best?"
"Yes."
"Then you were a good father," Stacy said flatly. "She said you were a good husband, until your wife left you; that you were alone and sexless; that you refused to fuck her. She said you were kind, empathetic, understanding, caring...all that shit chicks love. Then she showed us your video."
"And you didn't run away screaming?" he half-joked.
Stacy ignored him. "She was offering us something we didn't have, Don. She was giving us someone who needed us; not wanted us, needed us. She was giving us someone to care about, that would care about us, not just want to fuck us. Do you get it?"
"Yeah, I think so." Don's voice was full of wonder. Stacy's words made him realize that he'd been self-centered in his concerns. It hadn't occurred to him that he had something to offer these girls besides his dick. In fact, thinking that's all they wanted from him was arrogant, and thinking that's all he had to give was self-defeating. And he wondered again at Flora's amazing acumen.
"That's what a Daddy is, Don. It's not some domineering man telling young girls what to do. It's a two-way relationship. We both get what we need out of it. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he said.
"Getting the shit fucked out of you and cumming hard is just a bonus," Stacy added.
Don looked down at her. "Thank you, baby girl."
Stacy returned his look. With a coquettish smile she said, "You're welcome, Daddy." She moved her hand further down, running her fingernails lightly over his limp cock. She put her hand around his balls, moving her fingers around them. "So will you fuck me now, Daddy?"
"Not right now," he assured her. "I'm spent." He ran his hand along her thigh. Her skin was soft, but her muscles were taught. He bent forward to kiss her. "You're my good girl," he said. He slapped her ass lightly. "You'll get what's coming to you." It felt good to him to stop fighting and accept his new role.
She giggled as she moved her fingertips back up to his chest. She kissed his shoulder and arm
Just then, Flora walked in. "Jesus Don, haven't you had enough?"
Don leaned into Stacy and whispered, though not very quietly, "That's why she's my bad girl."
