What Daddy Wants

by Katie Ayres

  Later, downstairs, he found Chanci sitting at the table eating hash browns and bacon. Bright sunlight streamed in from the windows and sliding glass doors. It looked like the day would be a scorcher.

  “Morning,” he said, watching her covertly, trying to tell if she knew what he’d done to her last night. She wore a tight black tank top emblazoned with a pair of big, glittery red lips from which a long tongue leered. And, instead of booty shorts, she had on a relatively modest white jeans skirt that probably came to mid–thigh. Because she was sitting, it had ridden up on her legs and Terrence could see the crotch of her white cotton panty. He busied himself getting a plate, feeling the heat flooding his face and hoping his ears hadn’t turned pink as usually happened when he was embarrassed. If she’d wondered at any stickiness on her body when she woke up and then she caught him staring at her panty–covered pussy she might be able to put two and two together. His ears burned as he fervently prayed this wouldn’t be the case.

  “Why didn’t you wake me up last night from the couch?” she asked, ignoring his greeting. “Now I’ve got a crick in my neck and it’s all because of you.” The green eyes which had looked at him so lovingly in his dream glared at him.

  Terrence breathed a sigh of relief, thinking God must certainly be taking a special interest in him after all this time. First, He’d seen fit to allow his daughter to be there on the couch dressed so provocatively and accessibly last night and now, today, He’d apparently made sure Chanci had no memory or awareness of what had happened. In fact, Chanci seemed to be the same cranky girl she’d been in the last few months.

  “I think it’s because you went to sleep on the couch,” Terrence said, pouring himself a glass of grape juice and turning on the coffee maker. “It’s got nothing to do with me.”

  “My neck hurts.”

  “Would you like me to give you a massage?” His cock stirred at the thought of her firm, golden skin under his hands. Yes, he’d certainly like to give her a massage.

  She frowned at him suspiciously. “You’ve never offered to give me one of those before.”

  “You’ve never accused me of hurting your neck before,” he pointed out, equably. He felt like a different man this morning. Something had changed in him. Yesterday, he’d have thrown her hostility right back in her face but, today, he felt relaxed and fully at ease. There was nothing she could say that would ruffle or upset him.

  “Can I take a rain check?”

  “What?”

  “I’m meeting Keisha downtown in a few. We’re going shopping.” She swallowed the last of her orange juice. “Can I get the neck rub when I come back?”

  “Su–sure,” he stuttered. Chanci was actually being polite. Yeah, she hadn’t said ‘please’ but she’d been somewhat civil. Would wonders never cease? “Of course.”

  “Good.” She scraped up the last piece of hash brown. “I’ll probably bring Keisha back with me so we can hang out by the pool. You can give me the neck rub there.”

  Terrence blinked. Was someone messing with him? Was this all some kind of dream or had he died and gone to Paradise?

  “No problem.” He did his best to sound casual. “I don’t have any big plans today.”

  “You know, Daddy, I didn’t sleep at all well last night.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  She nodded slowly, her eyes darkening. “I had a really strange dream.” She shuddered. “It was so weird.”

  Terrence’s heart almost stopped. “Do you, er, would you like to tell me about it?”

  Chanci blushed. “Definitely not. It was too weird. Like I was in a fairy tale or something. I was in a forest, sleeping.” She glanced at him quickly and looked away. “You were in it, too.”

  It was the same dream he’d had. But, how was that possible? “I was? Well, you should definitely tell me about it, then.”

  Chanci grimaced. “Maybe I will, but not today. It was…it was so strange….” Her voice trailed off and then she kind of shook herself. “Well, guess I’d better get going. See you when I get back.”

  A few minutes later, he heard the front door slam behind her and then the sound of her car starting up. In the last year or so, whenever Chanci was in their pool, he stayed inside because she liked to wear the tightest, skimpiest bikinis imaginable. She’d once told him that the cheapest bikini she owned cost sixty dollars and he’d replied that fifty–nine must have gone to the designer and one dollar on the fabric because there was hardly any of it. In fact, his eyes never knew where to look. It seemed that anytime he was by the pool with her, his daughter was always jiggling her scantily–covered boobs in his face or shifting her bikini bottom to give him a good view of her pussy.

  One memorable time, he’d been talking to her as he stood in the pool. She’d been sitting on a lounge chair facing him, her legs wide open. Suddenly, she’d gasped loudly, her eyes had opened wide and she’d grabbed the crotch of her bikini bottoms and pulled it aside to look for the ant she said had stung her. Since she shaved her pussy Terrence had gotten an eyeful of his daughter’s pretty pink clit and her cleft. His cock had instantly tented his swim shorts but he stayed in the water until his erection came down so he didn’t think she’d realized. After that day, he always stayed in the house when she was out by the pool.

  On occasion, he couldn’t resist lurking behind the bedroom curtains to watch her but that was as far as he went and he was sure that she never guessed he was standing there, burning with shame and lust as he rubbed himself. Whatever he saw her do would become the stuff of his dreams that night. If she adjusted her bikini top as she massaged suntan oil into her skin, in his dreams that would be transformed into her taking her top completely off and giving herself a thorough working over until her boobs glistened with oil and her nipples were hard pebbles. And when her finger slipped under her bikini bottoms as she oiled her butt cheeks, that was transformed in his dreams to her stripping herself off and propping herself up on her elbows doggy style so he could hump away at her ass, burying his hard cock deep in her hole.

  The morning after dreams like those Terrence would try to insist that she wear more modest clothes and she’d scream her defiance at him and then they’d both stomp around each other for the next few days, bristling with fury.

  But that was in the past, Terrence reminded himself as he brushed his teeth in his bathroom. Last night had marked a turning point in their lives. He would go easier on her and the tension between them would disappear.

  When he was finished brushing, he took the African carving down and swirled his tongue around the huge hard wooden cock as he watched himself in the mirror. He liked watching his mouth moving up and down the warm shaft, liked the thick hard feel of the cock in his mouth. Had he been secretly gay all along and hadn’t known it? But, no, he didn’t think so, otherwise he wouldn’t be lusting after his daughter. And he didn’t think he was bisexual either, after all, it was only the wooden cock that he liked. The idea of going down on a real cock still made him squirm in disgust.

  He unzipped his fly clumsily with one hand and began stroking his cock as he sucked the ebony figure. He felt at peace with himself and with the world, truly contented in a way he rarely was. When he came, he took the wooden cock out of his mouth, and smeared his cum on it. “An offering for you,” he said to the little squatting man, smiling at how absurd he was being. Had the statuette had anything at all to do with the coincidence of his and Chanci’s dream? Terrence had to acknowledge it had been pretty weird, and even weirder that both he and his daughter should have the same dream. Of course, he couldn’t be completely sure it was exactly the same one but she’d said enough about it for him to think it was. In any case, he’d enjoyed it. Maybe she’d enjoyed it, too.

  Terrence felt more relaxed than he’d ever been in recent months. After lunch, he went into his study, jacked off to a short porno and then changed into his swim shorts to go in the pool.

  That was where he was when Chanci’s car pulled into the driveway
and she and Keisha got out. Keisha was Chanci’s friend from high school. Sometimes it surprised him that they were best friends because they were so different and not just in the obvious way of race because Keisha was black, but in other ways, too. Chanci was a little tornado, stormy and volatile, while Keisha was laid back and took everything in stride. Chanci was lithe and petite but Keisha was taller and curvier with melon–sized tits and a big round ass.

  “Hey, Mr. Nelson.” Keisha smiled and waved at him over the hedge. Her wavy shoulder–length hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a pink top and bright green shorts.

  “How are you doing?” Terrence asked. He liked Keisha, liked how prettily her white teeth flashed in her dark face as she smiled, and how high and round her breasts were. If she ever got pregnant they’d be as big as pumpkins.

  “I’m good.”

  They went inside to change and Terrence floated on his back, staring up at the blue dome of sky. Everything would be okay, he told himself, he wouldn’t do anything to get embarrassed about. His cock would remain quiescent in his swim shorts and the girls would have no idea about his dirty thoughts. Thoughts were just thoughts, anyway. Of course, what he’d done with his daughter last night had gone way beyond a thought. HIs cock stirred and Terrence twisted himself around and began to tread water, his eyes closed, as he tried to force his excitement away.

  Splash! Kersplash! Terrence’s eyes snapped open. The girls had jumped into the pool.

  “What were you thinking about?” Chanci asked, paddling up to him.

  “What?”

  “Your eyes were closed and you looked kinda weird,” Keisha explained. Her huge breasts bobbed on the surface of the water, barely covered by the white bikini she wore. Terrence dragged his eyes away from the hard nipples poking against the fabric.

  “Uh, nothing really. Just enjoying the sun on my face.” He started to swim over to the steps but Chanci cut him off.

  “Where are you going already? We just got here.”

  “Well, I wasn’t really planning on staying out long.” He looked at a point beyond her shoulder, hyper aware of the fact that her bikini top seemed to have been designed only to cover the nipples. Her perfect round boobs, the boobs onto which he’d smeared his cum just last night, were more exposed than hidden. He had a sudden flashback of the silky feel of her lubricated skin and got an instant erection. Great! There was no way he could go out of the water now without them seeing his pole sticking up.

  “Don’t you wanna talk to us, Mr. Nelson?” Keisha asked, swimming up behind him. “You used to hang out here with us, but you stopped. We used to have real good conversations.”

  “Yeah, Daddy. Stay out with us. You promised me a neck rub, remember?”

  “Do you want it now?”

  “No, maybe a bit later. After you’ve played with us for a while.”

  So, he stayed and they raced each other up and down the length of the pool and then Keisha showed him how she could do a somersault, and then Chanci did one, too. They argued about who had done the better somersault and wrestled each other, laughing. Then Chanci did something that surprised the hell out of Terrence. She yanked on Keisha’s neatly tied bow strings and whipped the black girl’s bikini top away revealing her big breasts in all their glory. Keisha screamed and tried to cover herself up with one hand and lunge after Chanci with the other, but Chanci splashed away to the other end of the pool. Keisha swam after her but Chanci reached the edge first and heaved herself out.

  “Can’t get it,” she yelled, taunting her friend and waving the bikini top in the air.

  “I’m gonna kill you.” Keisha pulled herself up but struggled a little more since she was heavier. “Mr. Nelson, please tell her to give me back my top.’

  “Chanci, go on. Keisha wants her top back.”

  Chanci pouted at him. “She can get it, Daddy. She just needs to catch me first.”

  “Ooh, you’re the one gonna get it.” Keisha finally managed to pull herself out of the pool but she stood still for a minute, panting as she tried to catch her breath, while holding an arm across her breasts.

  Terrence stared at what he could see of her boobs, lost in wondering what it would be like to suck those black quarter–sized nipples. Almost without thinking about it, his hands went to his cock and he started pulling on himself. He’d have liked to push his dick between her titties as he held on to them, squeezing them around his meat as she clamped those big lips on him and sucked his cockhead.

  Keisha’s bikini bottom was so small it left nothing to the imagination. Suddenly, Terrence realized that the bottoms were tied together, too. A pull on those strings and the curvy black teenager would be completely naked.

  “Come on, Chanci, give it to me. Please. Come on, girl.” Keisha advanced on Chanci, her breasts jiggling as she walked, the muscles in her thick legs rippling. Terrence thought she looked straight out of Africa, half–naked like that. Primal, sexual, animalistic. He wanted to climb out of the pool and rip her bikini bottom off and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. Instead, he called out to his daughter.

  “Give it back to her, Chanci. You’re embarrassing her.”

  “Aww, Daddy, don’t be such a spoil–sport.” Chanci held the scrap of cloth out to Keisha but, just as the other girl was about to grab it, she snatched it away and ran around to the other side of the pool. Keisha ran after her. Chanci led her around the garden and then back to the pool. By now, both girls were laughing and panting and Keisha had forgotten to try hiding her boobs. Neither of them were studying Terrence who used their distraction to tug his swim shorts down around his thighs and jack–off as he watched them. He’d moved to the deep end of the pool so he was pretty sure they couldn’t see what he was doing.

  It gave him an odd pleasure to stand there out in the open with the sun on his face as he watched his daughter’s half–naked black friend chase her around the yard. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He’d gone without sex for so long and now it was all he could think about.

  Chanci’s legs flashed as she ran, her small boobs bouncing, her bottom, pert and inviting. As much as he was enjoying the sight of Keisha’s boobs and her big ass, it was Chanci’s lithe, beautiful body that really turned him on. Terrence imagined himself doing it with both of the girls, fucking Keisha’s fat ass as he tongued his daughter’s wet pussy. He remembered the dream he’d had that morning and his feelings suddenly overwhelmed him. Terrence’s cock pulsed as his cum jetted into the warm water of the pool just as Chanci sank down onto one of the lounge chairs and threw the bikini top at Keisha who was right behind her. Keisha’s chest heaved with her exertion, sweat ran in rivulets down her cleavage.

  “I’m gonna get you for this,” she promised Chanci as she tied her top back on.

  Chanci grinned and stuck her tongue out at her best friend. “Just let me know when.”

  “You can bet I won’t!”

  They laughed.

  “Daddy.” Chanci turned to Terrence who’d decided now was the right time to get out of the pool and go into the house. “Can I have that neck massage now?” She picked up the oil and waved it in his direction.

  “Sure, baby.” The “baby” slipped out before he could catch himself. He hadn’t called her that in years but she didn’t seem to notice or to mind.

  She pulled her hair out of the way and bowed her head as Keisha reclined to watch. Terrence poured out a few drops on his hand and moved to stand behind his daughter. Her bikini top had loosened and, as he began to rub her neck and shoulders, the cups gapped, allowing him to see her nipples. Terrence swallowed hard and looked away which was when he realized Keisha had caught him checking out his daughter’s boobs. She grinned at him and winked before closing her eyes and tilting her chin up.

  “I’m going to take me a little nap, now,” she announced. “You tired me out, Chanci, making me run like that.”

  Chanci smacked her lips at her and Keisha grinned but kept her eyes closed.

  Terrence
’s oiled hands slid over Chanci’s smooth firm skin as he kneaded and rubbed her muscles. It had been long, so long, since he’d touched or caressed her and now, in the space of twenty–four hours, he’d been granted two opportunities. Chanci moaned, sagging a little as his fingers and thumbs did their work.

  “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good,” she groaned, breathily.

  “I’m glad, honey.” His cock lengthened, pushing against the fabric of his swim shorts. If Chanci leaned back into him just a little more she’d feel it, feel his hard meat pressing into her. “Come back a little, I’m stretching my arms a bit here.”

  She inched her bottom back on the lounge chair and now her bikini top gapped even more as her shoulders lost their tension under his hands. Terrence picked up the suntan oil and rubbed more on his hands. He jutted his hips out and allowed his cock to brush against his daughter’s back in the lightest of touches. When she didn’t react, he did it again as his hands described small, firm circles on her neck and out to her shoulders.

  “Nice,” she said. He could see straight down her body so when she shifted and pulled her legs up to sit cross–legged he could see the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her posture stretched the material over her pussy and he could make out the naughty protrusion of her clit. Terrence’s cock grew even harder. He glanced at Keisha but her eyes were still closed.

  “Uhm, real nice, Daddy. Your hands feel so warm there.”

  And that was when Terrence realized he’d pushed aside the straps of her bikini and had been massaging the upper part of her boobs. Despite what she’d said, he expected her to stop him but when she didn’t push his hands away or say anything else, he continued to massage her chest. He was amazed by what he was doing, by what she was allowing him to do. He kept expecting her to squirm away or to shout at him but she did neither.

  His oily hands slid further and further down until the tips of his fingers brushed against her nipples. He stopped breathing. Surely she would pull away now and give him the kind of contemptuous, angry glare he deserved for his presumption. This wasn’t like last night, after all, when she was fast asleep and hadn’t known what he was doing to her. Now, she was wide awake.