"What are you doing?" Don asked, looking up from his laptop.
Flora was prowling around the room filming him from different angles.
"Just playing with my new camera," was her answer.
"Oh," Don exclaimed, noticing the camera for the first time.
Flora pulled the camera away from her face and propped it against her hip.
Don suddenly thought Flora looked very sexy. Her legs were slender and taught, spread wide as she stood there, cocked on one hip. She was wearing her short jean cutoffs again (of course). He could just see the bottom off her ass between her legs, and a hint of red panty peeked out from behind the denim. She had pulled her hair up a while ago, and by now several errant stands had broken free, framing her face and tickling her neck. Something about the scene was very alluring. Or maybe he was just super horny.
It had been over a week since his last 'scene', with Stacy, and things had calmed down quite a bit since then, at least for him. At one level he was glad, and took it as a sign that Flora had gotten control of the girls and was keeping them busy with her planned program. He also suspected that she was holding him in reserve as a promised treat. He liked the idea of that.
On another level though, he was obviously disappointed. The girls were still at the house all the time, but they weren't asking him for sex, and he wasn't asking them. For one, he didn't want to get in Flora's way. For another, he liked that they felt comfortable with him, in his home. He liked having them there. He liked the youthful energy they brought, and the companionship, and of course he liked looking at them. He didn't want to jeopardize that by becoming overly lecherous. He knew that he'd have more opportunities to fuck them, and that was nothing to sneeze at. Besides, he got to watch the videos they were making, and he got to watch them, around the house and the pool. And they were still flirting with him and teasing him, even if not as urgently as before. Both girls were also sure to kiss him every time they entered or left the house. The kisses were deep and passionate with exploring tongues and wandering hands.
There was more than just flirting and kisses as well. Stacy, in particular, was at the house all the time. She'd even taken to spending the night a few times a week. Don set her up with the other empty bedroom, but most of the time she'd eventually get into bed with him and snuggle. It was very nice and Don loved it. She was usually naked or wearing just panties, and they would pet each other until they fell asleep. One time she came in as he was watching the day's video, which featured her with Julie and an assortment of toys. He was naked and hard. She simply got into bed, put his computer away, and silently jerked him off. He'd never thought a handjob could feel so wonderful. He thought it would be like masturbating, just with someone else's hand. But it was so much more than that. The way she touched him was different, feeling her warmth and softness against him as she stroked his cock, listening to her breathing, looking at her face, stroking her back. It all led to a powerfully sensual experience and an explosive orgasm.
Julie, always the most aloof of his girls, began to follow Flora's example, and would snuggle in his lap, wrapped in his arms, after she'd cum. Unlike Flora, she would come out immediately after her scene was over, naked and still wet. She'd nestle into him sighing and trembling, her freshly beguiled quim bathing his lap with her flowing nectar. He felt she was marking him as hers each time.
Don liked this attention, this constant titillation. Being denied of their full pleasure, whether by Flora, the girls, or himself, was like a constant state of teasing. The house was thick with sexual tension and energy. Everyone there waded through it, collecting it around them. It saturated them, electrifying their imaginations and senses, sensitizing their skin, simmering their lust. Every minute in that house built up their charges to what they all knew would be an inevitable explosion of sweating trembling bodies and cum.
"Nice camera," Don continued. "Looks expensive."
She shrugged, "Probably. It was a gift."
"That's a nice gift." Don looked suspicious. "What did you have to do for it."
Don's suspicion made Flora grin. "Not much. I just sent him the panties that you spanked me in. Dirty, of course."
"Seriously?" He was incredulous.
"Yep," she assured him. "Well, not really. I mean, that's what he wanted, but I already sent that pair to another guy. Like, a month ago."
"So what did you send him then?"
"Well." Flora shifted her weight and settled in for a story. "After the second guy asked for those panties, I bought a 12-pack of the same kind and color. When anybody asks for then, I put a pair on and masturbate in them while I think about all the things you did to me." She shifted her weight again.
Don wondered if she was getting wet just telling him about it. He didn't ask.
"I let them dry and get crusty and then I pop then into a sandwich bag and mail them off."
"Huh." Don was amazed, and a little turned on. "And how many times have you done this?" he asked.
"Umm." Flora looked up as she thought about it. "I think this will make 6."
"That's nuts," Don responded, shaking his head.
Flora shrugged. "Everyone's got their kinks, Don. I'm not complaining. I've gotten some pretty good stuff for half a dozen dirty panties."
"Aren't you cheating them, though?"
"Mmm. I dunno." She shrugged again. "I mean, like, the only thing I can give them is a pair of crusty panties. They value them because they think I was wearing them when you spanked me and made me cum so much." She winked at him and shifted again.
Each movement made her thighs tense and relax. The thin bit of denim than hung between her legs swayed sideways. The large ravens on her thighs seemed restless and excited.
"That's all on them. It's not like they asked me for a certificate of authenticity, or one of those...you know, those written histories of things. What's that called?"
"Provenance?"
"Yeah, that." She shifted her weight again.
Don started to hope that she would come sit on his lap. He wanted them both to take their pants off and feel her bare ass on him again. He thought about telling her that Daddy wanted her to pull her pants down so he could see how wet she was. He suddenly wanted that to be a 'thing' that Daddy did: randomly ask the girls to present themselves to him so he could see if their pussies were wet. His heart gave a little flutter at the thought.
He believed if he asked Flora to do that she would. But still he resisted. As much as the thought turned him on, and he'd thought a lot about it, he wasn't sure he wanted to be her Daddy.
He'd grown to be singularly impressed by her, amazed by her. She was smart, mature, capable, self-possessed, confident, open. She was everything Sheila had not been, everything he'd learned that he wanted in a partner. But she was so young, younger than his daughters, and so damaged. But then, both of those things contributed to the maturity and strength that he admired and respected so much, and that made her so attractive to him.
Despite that though, despite her words and actions, he couldn't help but feel that he would be taking advantage of her. He felt that with the other girls too. Even over their own words and actions he still felt that he was exploiting them, using their own naivete and deep needs to get what he wanted from them. In many ways Flora was not naive. She'd had many bad experiences and known many bad people. But what did she really know about normal people--people who act nice, who are nice, but still selfish at heart?
Don pretty much felt this way about everyone, born out of years of experience and hard lessons. And he did not exclude himself from this group. Flora had indeed had a lot of hard lessons, but had she learned this one yet? Did she have any defense against his apparent decency that was just a mask for the deep-seated self-interest that motivated all human beings? Could she even understand his concern and reluctance without it?
She'd made it clear that she was waiting for him to do something, and that she thought he was being an idiot. He could understand her point of view, but could she really understand his? Could any of the girls, especially given their ages and the nature of their damage? Their willing, even eager, participation in his Daddiness didn't make his acceptance of it right. But he was weak, and they were strong.
His connection with Flora was deeper than that though, and so he continued to resist her. He loved all the girls, but he'd seen Flora at her weakest and most vulnerable. He saw how she'd handled it and recovered from it, or was recovering from it. She was simply more real to him, and 'Daddy', despite the physical manifestations of it, was still just a fantasy. Sure, it was a game they could play together, if that was something she wanted, but he didn't want that to be everything between them. Taking the next step with Flora as Daddy would establish the wrong trajectory for them. It was fine for the other girls. That was what they wanted, even needed. Being Flora's Daddy felt like taking her backwards.
"What are you thinking about, Don?" Flora asked. "I can see smoke coming out of your ears."
"Oh." She brought him back to the present. "Uh, just thinking," he equivocated.
"You want a pair? Of my dirty panties? I can give 'em to you at a discount. Maybe just a dinner?"
Don chuckled. "If I wanted a pair of your dirty panties I could just pull them out of the laundry."
Flora suddenly looked disappointed. Did she want to give him a pair of her dirty panties? That didn't jibe. 'Oh,' Don thought, suddenly feeling stupid. 'She wants me to take her out to dinner. I should do that. It's been a while since I did something like that for her.'
