Can I Help, Daddy?

It went on in that way for some time. I know it sounds rather juvenile, but of such stuff are men’s fantasies made. I was about to cum, my cock was already pulsing in my hand. I knew that, if I had looked down at it, it would have been an angry, purple-red with all the veins standing out, but I had my eyes closed while I furiously pounded my fist up and down. Somehow, through this lustful haze, I heard a noise. My eyes flew open and I looked toward the door and there, peeking through the crack in the door, stood Stephani. With so little of her exposed I couldn’t see what expression was on her face, and as soon as I looked her way she slid away and disappeared from my view. Of course, all thoughts of finishing what I had started left immediately and I jumped up and pulled my pants on. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I knew I had to say something to her. By the time I had covered myself and come out of the bedroom though, she was gone. I later learned that she had forgotten her purse and had come back for it. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there at my door; probably not long, but surely long enough to figure out that I had been talking to her in my fantasy. I was horrified. I had this image playing in my head of her walking out of my house and out of my life.

I anxiously waited for her to return. Would she return? What would I say to her if she did? What could I say? Certainly nothing to excuse what she had seen and heard; maybe nothing that she would want to hear. Maybe I wouldn’t even get the chance to say anything at all. She had friends she might turn to for a place to stay while she figured out what to do. She might come in while I was at work to take her things and just go, like her mother did. As time stretched into hours I poured myself a drink, then another, and another after that. I don’t know what time it was that the worry and the booze finally took their toll and put me to sleep.

I woke up sore from sleeping in a chair that wasn’t really built for comfort to see that it was full daylight outside. The clock on the mantle showed that it was almost noon. The house was silent except for the hum of the air-conditioning. Taking a peek outside, I saw that Stephani’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so she had been home and left again sometime while I was asleep. With the shadow of dread hanging over me I went to check her room, more than half-expecting to find it an empty space; her walls and shelves bare, her closet and dresser cleaned out. But it was neat and orderly, as always, and everything seemed to be there. Her bed was made, but had it been slept in? I didn’t know; there was no way of knowing since I had slept so late.

It was Saturday, so I hadn’t missed any work, but that meant that the whole weekend was ahead of me and I didn’t know what it would hold. I began to worry again, thinking the worst. Stephani was out apartment hunting right now and would do her best to avoid me until she found one, then she would be gone. Stephani was crying on the shoulder of some dear friend or boyfriend who would offer her a place to stay and I would never see her again. In my mind, my offense was elevated to the level of a crime and I wondered if the next person through my door would be a policeman. I tortured myself all day while I waited and Stephani didn’t return till sometime after I fell asleep again.

Sleep has a wonderful healing effect on the mind and body. It takes us away from our troubles and relieves us of our burdens, it heals our aches and pains and heartaches. I dreamed, and in the dream I saw sunshine and a grassy place beside a stream where a beautiful woman waited for me. I was naked and soon, so was she, and we delighted in each other. I felt my cock grow hard and saw the flush of excitement spread across her breast. I explored her body and felt her soft fingertips caressing me, stoking the fires within me. I felt that warm, wet woman-place envelope me as in entered her and began to thrust against her. I heard her voice…

I heard a voice…

I heard Stephani’s voice! And it wasn’t a dream.

“Can I help, Daddy?”

Fighting my way up through the mists of sleep I realized that Stephani was beside me, in my bed, and naked. Her hand was around my cock, with my own, and she was pressing her body up to mine. She was propped up on one arm and leaning over me, looking down at me. I started to say something, but she shushed me and began working her hand up and down on my shaft. She kept a firm grip on it, not like some women who are afraid that they’re going to hurt a man if they squeeze too hard. A thrill went through me and I had the feeling that my cock was a piece of velvet-covered steel. After only a couple of minutes Stephani began to rise and I thought she was going to get out of bed and go to her own. Instead, she straddled me and it was obvious what she was about to do.

I said, “Are you sure, baby?”

She responded by placing my cockhead at that wonderful spot and easing herself down onto me, saying, “Yes. I’m sure.”

She rode me slowly and deliberately; bottoming out every time she let her cunt slide down my shaft and rising again until the crown just slipped from between her hot, wet lips. Her hands were on my chest and her fingers dug into my flesh every time she came down on me. Her breasts swayed with her movements and her nipples were hard, and just out of reach of my mouth. The moonlight coming in through the window played against her flesh, but her face was in darkness. I touched her in the half-light and felt her skin burn my fingertips, then I heard her speak again.

“Do you know why Mom left?”

I couldn’t imagine why she had let her mother intrude on this moment. I gave no answer.

“Because I told her to, that’s why. She was a whore. I caught her so many times with other men while I was growing up. She always threatened me and kept me from telling what I knew. But I knew, and I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I hid a tape recorder under the bed, this bed, and after a few tries I got a good one of her with one of her men. I made a copy and played it for her while I told her to get out. She was gone the next day.” All this time she was still riding up and down, grinding into me every time we came together. Sweat dripped off of her and splattered on my chest before it mingled with my own. I began to push up with my hips to meet her downward thrusts and the soft slap, slap of our bodies coming together increased in volume to match our tempo as our fever increased.

She continued with, “Daddy, I didn’t push her out so I could have you; I did it because she was bad for you. It caught me off-guard to hear you speaking of me while you jerked yourself off and I just ran away.” I reached up and wrapped my hungry hands around her jiggling breasts, squeezing and pawing at them. “But all that night and all of today I thought about you.” I strained until I captured one excited nipple with my lips. “I came to realize that I do want you.” I sucked her nipple hard and caressed it with my tongue. “Oh God!… That’s why I never keep a boyfriend; they’re not you.” I reached down her back to firmly grip her ass and played with her asshole. “The guys I date never come up to the standards I set for them. No one can; only you. Oh!” I pushed just the tip of one finger into her ass and made just very slight thrusting motions with it; all the while grinding my pelvis against hers. “I love you. Oh! Not only that, but I’m in love with you. Please love me too.”

What was I to say? What could I say? I released her breast and, putting my arm around her back, I pulled her down to me and thrust into her hard and said, “Of course I love you; I always have.” And as I said these words I felt my cock begin to throb and pulse, and I felt my cum pumping into her.

Then I heard her say, “Fuck me hard. I want to cum too, Daddy,” so I did.