Daddy's House (16 page)

When he spoke, it was as if we’d known each other in a family sort of way. It was weird, because it was almost like he was preparing to molest his own daughter. I couldn’t get over the fact that his frame was extremely small for a man. He looked to be in his early fifties, but the girls had already told me he was thirty-eight. All of a sudden, Marion was so close to me, I could count the freckles on his face...twelve in all.

“
Candy, sweet Candy,” he said, lifting my chin to examine my body. I was half expecting to see him pull out a pacifier for me to suck. “Your age?” he questioned.

I swallowed hard, noticing my throat was extra dry. “Sixteen,” I responded, while grabbing my neck, wishing I wasn’t in this horror movie. For some reason, I felt bad about telling the lie, even though I’d already been told that he only liked really young girls. His voice wasn’t scary at all, it was actually extremely light for a man…almost a soprano tone. But his mannerisms made me concerned. His plastic grin was more than devilish, it was deranged.

For some reason, my hair was extra bouncy, and my ponytails bounced from side to side, so hopefully he believed my age. Whatever products Claude used made me feel like a white chick from a Pantene commercial.

Out of the blue, Marion grabbed my left hand and took a long sniff. “Aren’t you sweet…delectable,” he whispered, in a softer voice. He ran his nose down to my toes.

Kneeling low to the floor, he smashed his cigar into the carpet, designing a deep black hole. I opened my mouth wide. I knew Daddy would have a problem with that or even worse, Ms. Dottie.
That’s probably gonna cost me
about $200.00 in fines. I’m gonna make you pay for that
shit
.

I held my composure as my weird employer for the night massaged each of my toes. Gently he pressed, pulling them frontward then backwards several times. Then he placed his palm flat on the top of my toes, curling them to the floor. My skin cringed with every penetration, as he moaned in delight. Something forced me to take a peek at this freak. Oh hell no. That crazy bastard wore a damn Dora the Explorer watch. That made it official, I had a true nut case on my hands.

After minutes of having my feet examined, massaged, and toes cracked, the novelty had finally worn off. “Ahhh…feet, my most important fetish,” he purred, rising to his feet.

The Senator moved away, just as I reached toward the dresser for my candy adorned necklace. I knew I needed something freaky and different to turn this psychopath on. He nodded his dislike, so I stood in place, wondering what he wanted. His eyes begged for something. I just wasn’t sure what it was. For the first time since he’d been in the room, Marion turned his back on me. He walked over to the bed, removed his Bruno Magli shoes, and laid back on the bed.

“
Come,” he instructed, his finger motioning me over. I moved slowly, as he moaned like something from a horror film. “Myyyyyyy feet, my beautiful feet, the ultimate fetish.” His voice was now whinier than before, almost girlie like.

I thought,
damn, he wanna play with my feet again?
When I approached the bed, I wasted no time. I flung my
foot up on the bed, ready for my feet and toes to be
attacked once again. But Marion shocked me when he
whisked my foot away.

“
Not yours. Mine,” he said. “Suck’em.”

My entire face froze for a second, trying to process what he meant. He rested his legs in the air, waiting for my touch. Hesitantly, I reached out, and grabbed his crusty colorless foot. No pigment whatsoever existed.

I shot him a half-ass smile when I noticed him watching me closely. I began slowly massaging my thumb into his arch.

He screamed out a weird scream from below. “Yeahh,baby!”

I hadn’t even done anything yet.
This truly is his fetish
, I thought. I rubbed even deeper, putting more
motion into my moves. I watched as Marion’s eyes rolled
back into his head.

“
Tongue!” he shouted. “Use your tongue!” I hated to do it. And prayed I wouldn’t throw up. I closed my eyes and did the unthinkable. I licked all around his big toe in a circular motion. The taste was tolerably fresh enough not to send me overboard, but far from mouth-watering. I made myself drift off to dream of a lovely place, blocking out what my mouth was really doing.

Intricately, I gnawed around his father toe, as he made weird slurping sounds on my bed. His back arched, as his body grinded on top of the candy wrappers. Marion was surely reaching his climax!

Surprisingly, he jumped from the bed, and grabbed me by my shoulders. “You look good enough to eat!” he stated.

My mind wondered in a panic. Would he want me to eat him too? He glanced back over to the chocolate covered body scrub, sitting on the dresser, and played a sick kinda footsie. He slid his foot up and down the middle of my thigh, spending extra time around my clit. As I began to moisten, the door slung open wide.

Daddy, dressed in an all cream suit, grabbed me by my waist and pointed my date toward the door.

Without hesitation, Marion yelled, “I paid over $4,000 for this sweet Candy!”

Daddy didn’t respond, so Marion shot him a disapproving look, but it didn’t matter. Daddy had a hold on me like he’d just broken up a dangerous fight, and was keeping me from my opponent.

After Marion finally left the room, Daddy released me, locked the door, and walked up to me in anticipation. I just stood there with my arms clenched to my sides. I was both surprised and pleased by his presence. His tongue hung about an inch from his mouth, completing multiple laps outside the perimeter of his lips. My heart told me I wasn’t in trouble. Finally, Daddy made his move. He undressed me with his eyes for several more seconds, before he took possession of my body, pulling me close to his. He looked into my eyes like he was in a daze, sorta mesmerized by my beauty. After taking my arm into his, together we danced, but there was no music.

His silence was turning me on, so I stopped our relaxed dance, as his back brushed against the bed. I pushed at him, trying to get him to lay down, but his weight was too much.

“
Lay back,” I said, in a firm voice.

Like clockwork, he laid directly onto his back, and I straddled him like I was in charge. He was pleasantly surprised at my aggression.

“
I thought you were shy,” he said, in shock.

“
This is my shy side.” I smiled.

I undressed him swiftly, while he lay on the bed. We laughed at the fact that he had to lift up several times to assist me with the task. He was a big boy, and hard to lift; and stark naked, his stomach seemed to roll over his middrift. Still, his sexiness had me going.

Although a hefty man, and not muscled at all, his dick was thick and long, which instantly made me happy. When Daddy grabbed me by my torso, ready to undress me, I snatched my shirt above my head quicker than he could blink. I was ready, and didn’t have time for unnecessary foreplay.

I pulled my pink shorts to the side, exposing my crotch, and held the fabric in position. My body language told him it was a go. He lifted me by my hips easily, pulled off the rest of my clothes and guided me and my pussy where he wanted us to go. He teased momentarily, allowing his curvaceous monster to stroke my clit. It drove me crazy. So crazy my wetness made me wonder if I’d pissed on myself. His sudden thrust sent me and him both into a frenzy. The bed rocked and swayed, until I felt the warmth of all of him inside. Daddy’s entrance sent me into a long moan.

“
Ahhhhhh, you feel soooooooo good, Daddy!” I shouted, so the world would know.

His stiff erection became even stiffer. He pounded…a good pound, not the G. Rock pound. He banged and banged like this was his last piece of pussy ever. Finally, he changed his game up, leaving me in suspense. He began lifting my body up and down on his stiff stick, as if he was lifting one hundred and thirty-two pounds of bar bells. My hips thrust at him rapidly back and forth. It felt so good, I did a Moroccan belly dance all over his rod. My movements were driving him crazy.

“
Daddy…why…why…you make me wait sooooooo long.”

“
I…I…can…” He couldn’t even talk. He huffed more and more the closer he came to his climax.

I started meeting each plunge with a scream. I didn’t care who heard me. Daddy was the man, and I knew why they called him Daddy. I had a sweet tooth for him, and it ached.

I hopped off the bed and grabbed the body scrub and smeared it all over him. Together we tossed and turned wrapping ourselves in the scent of deep, rich chocolate. I felt delicious, while
my man
got back inside of me, not to mention, smelled good too. This time it was a lost cause. The moment he reentered, the deepness of his thrust had us both howling like two dogs.

“
I’m cummmmmmming!” he shouted, in some incoherent language.

“
Yes, Daddy. Yes!” I shouted, still pumping like I didn’t want it to end. In between my thrusts, I tried to get every drop. I wondered if this had been my best. The answer smacked me in my face.
Yes!

****

An hour later, I found myself still in the same position, lounging on top of Daddy’s chest. When I realized he wasn’t dead, I asked, “Did the Senator really pay three thousand for me?”

“
Yep,” he answered, in a drained voice. “Even more for the Candy set up.”

“
Yeah, I hate the fact that Ms. Dottie came in here to set up the room. She was all in my purse,” I added, trying to get the bitch fired.

“
I told her to do the Candy thing. It was my fantasy. For me and you,” he added, before kissing me on the cheek. “I couldn’t bear the thought of another man in here with you, with my fantasy.”

“
I thought you said you don’t fool around with the talent?”

“
Normally I don’t. I had to feel you out first. Make sure you were worthy of this,” he replied pointing to his dick.

I grinned. “How much you make around here anyway?”

“
About $40,000 a month,” he answered, without hesitation. “Sometimes more.”

That was the power of booty. I could always take a man totally out of his character when I wanted to. “So, what do you think about me being the new house lady?” I asked, kissing his chest.

“
Oh, so ‘cause you think Ms. Dottie went in your purse, you want her job? She was probably just sticking the condoms in there. She told me that’s where she put them, when I told her to make sure you used one with that pervert.”

“
I just don’t like the idea. Personal belongings are sacred.”

“
You hiding something?” he asked, with a serious tone.

My lips instantly clutched his, trying to change the mood. I was messing up a good thing. Besides, I had a lot to hide. We tussled a little before making love two more times. When it was all over, the clock read 4 a.m. Before cuddling in my arms for some well needed sleep, Daddy, slipped a necklace from his pants pocket and laced my neck with what he called his special gift to me.

“
You gotta passport?” he asked.

I gave him a wierd expression. “I had one. Just gotta get it renewed.”

“
Good. I might have to take you with me on a business trip soon.”

I smiled, held my platinum diamond encrusted chain tight, and fell asleep with the largest smile possible.

Chapter Fifteen

I swore I’d never fall in love again, and desperately needed to stick to my guns, but it was hard. Daddy made me feel like I was on top of the world again, and it was a feeling I hadn’t felt since Rich. All I ever wanted was to be loved, and with a mother like mine, that never happened.

I guess in a way, Daddy reminded me of someone who’d been absent my whole life…my real father. Even though Velma tried to play that role, she never measured up. I needed someone to tell me how pretty I was…to protect me, and now I finally had that. Now, I was finally a daddy’s girl.

The next morning, Daddy snuck out of my room as if nothing happened, but told me to my face, I was
his
woman. I wanted the world to know, and still didn’t understand why we couldn’t start with the bitches in
his
house.

I rushed downstairs into the showroom, wanting to show off my chain. The vibe all around me instantly portrayed...HATERS. Realizing my presence was starting to get me different treatment all ready, I strutted with a little extra twist of the hip, just to get the ladies hot.

Four of the girls were sitting around talking until I entered. Then out of the blue, their mouths zipped up tight once I took a seat. When I threw my body across the long chaise, their facial expressions changed completely, and they didn’t seem to be interested in whatever program

they were initially watching on the tube. I thought,
I’ll be getting a cut of their money in no time.

When I looked at Sushi, my temperament changed. She was staring at the television with glassy eyes. Her sudden outburst made me look too. My eyes followed Sushi’s finger which led me to the screen. Tracey’s apartment building flashed before my eyes. The news reporter’s voice was the same voice that had been telling a horrible story for the last two minutes. I just hadn’t been listening.