5 comments/ 52672 views/ 4 favorites The Adventures Of Daddy And Baby By: blk_cyberman Everyone noticed Elise Hathaway the moment she entered the bar. Happy Hour was almost over and any guy with any money in his pocket or available funds on his credit card watched the door for the arrival of possible feminine company. Every guy except me, that is. I'm out of the dating game. I'm not cynical about sex; I've just acquired the perspective that comes with age. Also, a balding, middle-aged man with some extra pounds on him isn't likely to win the attentions of a vision like Elise Hathaway. My job used to be observing people, so I was observing. Every eye was on Elise as she stopped for a second, searched the fifteen or so warm bodies on hand, and headed straight for me. Elise was in her mid-twenties. She was voluptuous--not fat but not thin, either. She had blonde hair, ample breasts, and jiggling hips. Her skin was flawless. She wore a white cotton blouse, a knee-length skirt, and modest heels. Her eyes were red-rimmed. She had been crying. "Excuse me, but I've never ordered a drink before," she said. "I want one now. Can you suggest something?" Her voice and body shook. "Have a seat," I said. I ordered her a margarita on the rocks, no salt, and light on the tequila. Elise looked lost sitting on that bar stool. She began to pull her wallet from her purse when I put my hand on hers. "Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be fine." She fought back tears as she took hold of my hand. Elise looked into my eyes. Hers were green. "Thank you for saying that." Alice brought Elise's drink. Alice didn't have to be told to put it on my tab. Elise turned to the bar and I watched her as she regarded the glass in front of her. "Take the straw out. Tastes better that way," I said. She put the straw on her napkin, lifted the glass to her lips, and drank. "It's good. Like lemonade." "Well, it's not lemonade. Go slow." She took a gulp and set the glass down. "Elise Hathaway," she said, offering her hand. I took it. "Lee Jackson." "Thank you for your help, Lee." "No problem. What brings you here?" She stared at our reflection in the mirror behind the bar. "I just saw something." She turned and looked into my eyes again, then looked around us. A tear rolled down her cheek. I leaned toward her so that our mouths were at each other's ears. "I just saw my husband with another woman," she whispered. "I can't imagine a guy being unfaithful to a beautiful woman like you. Maybe you misunderstood--" "They were...fucking in our living room!" The whispered flash of anger surprised me, but I didn't show it. "No misunderstanding that," I said. "Nope." I sat back to look at her. She was smiling for the first time since she'd come in. A sad, wry smile but a smile, nonetheless. Then, she began to cry. I gathered her to me, let her bury her face in my shoulder, and waited for the storm to pass. Once it had, she turned toward the bar, reaching for a napkin. "I'm sorry," she sniffed. "Here." The handkerchief in my jacket pocket had been an affectation of style up until then. I gave it to her. She put it to good use. "Put it in your purse in case you need it again." "But it has your initials on it. And it's nice linen. I'm sorry I--" "I've got a drawerful just like it." Elise turned to her drink and took a sip. "What do you do," I asked. "I'm a temp at an ad agency over on Wilshire. You?" "Retired after thirty long years of writing news." "Retired? You don't look old enough to be retired." "That was the point. I've got this little problem with authority, so I worked toward the day that I wouldn't have to work. And thank you for the compliment." "Why the jacket and tie, then?" "After thirty years, there's not much left in my closet." I saw her eyes flit toward my left hand. "Divorced. Twenty-five years. I have a son a little older than you." "Scott and I were going to have kids one day." Elise finished her drink and hailed Alice. "Could I have another one of these, please?" Alice made Elise's drink and Elise made a trip to the bathroom. The old reporter's twitch returned and I thought of a couple of questions for Elise. I forgot one of them when she got back. She'd done a quick makeup job--a touch over the eyes and on the cheeks and red lip gloss--and the sight of her walking toward me stirred my blood. "I was a mess," she said as she sat. "No, you weren't. But I can see what you mean." "You've been very nice to me. I appreciate it." "I'm glad I could help. I can't help asking how you ended up in here, though. Don't you have family or friends around?" "Scott and I married right out of college. We came here so he could get his law degree. That was two months ago and I've been working to support us both. All my friends and family are back in Iowa. They wouldn't want to hear about this kind of trouble from me. The man is head of the household where I come from, and a woman's job is to serve him. A clean, upright, Christian woman--that's me! Martha Elise Hathaway, at your service, Lord!" Elise plucked the straw from her drink, placed it on the clean napkin, and put a big dent in her second margarita. "I got off work early just so I'd have his dinner fixed when he got home. Mind you, I'm taking the bus! So, I get home and our car is already there. At first, I was happy to think that we'd get to spend some time together, what with him working all those long, hard hours. Then, as I'm walking toward our side of the duplex, I hear this woman squeal. They were too stupid to draw the blinds. He wasn't expecting me home until about now anyway, now that I think of it. "I looked in the window and there was Scott with this skinny harlot on our couch. He was taking her from behind and spanking her--" We'd both crossed our arms on the bar and had leaned toward each other so we could keep the conversation private. Elise didn't look at me. She breathed through her nose, anger radiating from her. "I didn't know what to do. What to think. Bust in on them? Scream? I pass this place on the bus every day and I just thought I'd come in here to figure things out. I'll be honest with you, Lee. I decided to talk to you because you remind me of a preacher I knew back home. He wasn't the preacher at my church. He was pastor at the negro church on the other side of the highway. You've got the same look he had. They always said to me that a true child of God wouldn't have to say a word to let you know who they were." "I'm no saint, Elise." "You'll do for now." She leaned against me, put her hand on mine, and kissed my cheek. I could feel the softness of her breast against my arm. The warmth of her. What do you say to someone who doesn't know she's a sexual force of nature? What do you do when you're not supposed to want what you want? I reached across her, picked up her glass, and finished her margarita. "What'd you do that for," she pouted. "You need to think clearly right now because it's time for me to go." I took one of my old business cards from my wallet, scratched the paper's number out with my pen and wrote down my cell phone number. I gave it to Elise. "Best thing to do is go home and confront him. Talk it out. Tell him you know. If that doesn't work out, call me and I'll put you up with my sister in Encino. Do you think he's a danger to you at all?" "More like I'm a danger to him." "You're no danger to anybody. You're a nice young woman who's hit a rough spot in the road. You'll look back on this and find that it's made you stronger. It's been a pleasure to meet you." I held my breath for a few seconds. This created new priorities for my body; my lungs and brain reclaimed the blood that fueled my erection. It wilted and I stood up. "What's the damage, Alice," I called. Alice came over with my credit card, bill, and receipt. I usually just sign it, add Alice's twenty percent and leave, but there was something wrong. "You missed the margaritas." "On the house--and if you add them to my tip, I'm going to kick your nuts in!" "You win." I kissed Elise on the forehead. "Call if you need anything." And so, the Gallant Knight turned on his heel and exited, having Done The Right Thing. I had almost gotten to the door when I felt an arm interlace with mine. It was Elise. Her wedding ring wasn't there any more. "Do you need me to get you a cab," I asked. "Not unless you're taking one." "What do you mean?" "I'm going with you." We walked into the warmth of a summer night and stood outside the entrance. "You can't do that, Elise. You need to take care of this business with your husband--" "Husband!" Elise spat the word out. "Scott is the only man I've ever loved. He's the only man who's ever touched me. And he's betrayed me. He's betrayed our marriage. I don't even consider myself his wife any more. I've been as good as I could be for as long as I could be. And I walked into this place as alone as I could be. But I didn't walk out alone." Elise was facing me. Her arms were around my waist. Her hips were against mine. "You need to go home, Elise." "Then, take me home." She kissed my lips. "You're the only home I've got right now." The five minute walk to my house was silent. It was bizarre. It was beautiful. I had my arm around her shoulder. She had her arm around my waist. I don't usually care what other people think of me, but I was squiring a woman young enough to be my daughter home with me. I kept telling myself that my lust was misplaced and that Elise would come to her senses at some point during our time together. I prayed that I would come to my senses if I could find them. I made dinner for Elise when we got to my house. She wasn't used to the heart-healthy fare I served but she ate it with all the gusto of a corn-fed Iowa farm girl. She explored my place as I cooked. I could afford the toys boys covet these days. HDTV. Surround-sound. Good computers hooked up via wireless. I favor sparse, modern furniture. Elise took in everything as I cooked. When we'd finished eating, Elise insisted that I relax in the living room while she cleaned up. I had to help her figure out the dishwasher, but she left my kitchen spotless. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and rinsed with mouthwash. Elise found me on the couch when she was done. "Thanks for the delicious dinner," she said "Thanks for cleaning up." "Can I make a phone call?" I handed her the cordless. She dialed a number and waited. Elise's face became a mask of anger. "It's me. I saw you and your whore. I'll come get my things tomorrow." She cut the call short and dialed again. "This is Elise Hathaway. I won't be in tomorrow. I've got some trouble I need to take care of. I'll be in on Monday." Elise broke the connection and tossed the phone onto the couch next to me. Then, she straddled my hips and kissed me. Our tongues danced as she ground her sex against mine. My right hand slipped beneath her blouse and bra and found her breast. I kneaded it, her nipple growing rock-hard for me. I broke our kiss. "Are you sure this is what you want," I asked. "I've missed too much already." "Elise, there's a spare bedroom back there. It's all yours for as long as you like, but you don't have to--" She stopped me with a kiss. I could feel the heat from her sex against mine. I kissed her in return. "Get up for a second," I said. We stood and kissed again. I eased her down onto the couch and kneeled in front of her. She wore white cotton panties. I reached under her skirt and pulled the crotch to the side. She closed her legs to me. My finger teased her clit. "What are you going to do?" "You'll find out." "Tell me." "I'm going to make you feel good." "You can't put your mouth down there." "Why not?" "I'm not clean." "I'm not worried about that." "Please, don't." "You'll enjoy it." "I'm not clean!" "Be quiet and do as I tell you!" She was used to doing as she was told. She liked it. She expected it. We'd have to work on that to have a future, but not now. "Whatever you say, daddy," she said. Her legs opened for me and my heart opened for her. I kissed the softness of her inner thighs beginning at her knees. My kisses got closer and closer to her bared sex. It gleamed with moisture. "Are you going to eat my dirty little pussy, daddy?" "Yes, baby. Every bit of it" She reached down to stroke the top of my head as I kissed my way toward her throbbing clit. She moaned when my tongue traced her labia. I pulled her closer and stuck my tongue inside her. She drew in a deep breath and thrust her hips forward. "Has anyone ever done this for you before," I asked. "No." I licked her clit and Elise shuddered. My thick, soft lips sucked her bud until she pulled my head to her. My tongue caressed her sex from top to bottom. Elise scooted forward, her skirt bunched at her waist. Her nipples strained against her bra and the fabric of her blouse. She trembled. Her eyes were wide. Her taut fingers clawed the couch. I crooked a finger and slipped it into her. I found the engorged pad of tissue inside and rubbed it as I flicked my tongue across her clit. "What are you doing to me?!" She spasmed so intensely that one of her shoes dropped to the floor. "UUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!" Elise pushed me away. "Stop!" Her face was flushed and goosepimples had raised on her thighs. Eyes closed, she jerked as waves of sensation flowed through her. I stroked and kissed her thigh as I waited for her body to calm. "You OK?" She fanned herself with both hands. I started kissing my way up her thighs again. She planted her palm against my forehead and closed her legs. "If you touch me again, I'll die!" I went into the kitchen, fixed a glass of ice water, and took it to Elise. She'd been breathing through her mouth for quite a while. She took the water and gulped it down. "Can I have some more, please?" When I returned, she'd opened her blouse and turned her bra up to expose her breasts. She was rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. "Let's go in your bedroom, daddy," she breathed. I gave her the glass of water. She gulped it down, too. "You like sex, don't you," I asked. "I guess I do. I wasn't supposed to, but I do. And I love what you just did for me. My girlfriends would go on and on about getting eaten out and I'd think of just how wicked they were. How nasty they were. I had no idea." "Now, you do." Elise looked down at herself. Her bra was flipped up almost to her neck. Her skirt was around her waist. The crotch of her panties was soaked. "Your room's the one with the mirrors, isn't it?" "Yes." Elise rose and grabbed my hand. "Let's go to your room." "Put your shoe back on." "Will I need it?" "Yes." Luckily, I had washed the sheets and blankets the day before. And making my bed in the morning was a lifelong habit. The curtains were open and the garden that Maldonado and I designed glowed from the buttery light of solar-powered lamps. Elise sat on my bed facing the mirrors on the closet doors. "You ate my pussy without even taking my panties off. Look at me." She caressed a breast with one hand as she pulled up her skirt with the other to show the joining of her thighs. "See? They're are all wet." Two of her slender fingers slid along the sodden fabric between her legs. "Come over here and let baby thank her daddy for making her feel so good." I went to her. Elise unfastened my belt, unzipped my khakis, and let them fall to the floor. "Mmmm! You've got a nice one," she said. She took my meat and massaged it between her palms. Her eyes didn't leave mine until she looked down and spat on my manhood. It was obvious then that Scott got what he didn't give. Elise worked my dick with her hand until it was as hard as it could get. I'm not huge, but I'm big enough to feel the head of my cock slip down a throat. Elise took all of me. Again and again, her lips met the curls of my pubic hair as she fed on my shaft. She looked up into my eyes and pulled my cock from her mouth. "You like this, daddy?" "Love it, baby!" She smiled and took my cock into her again. I had my hand on the back of her head, guiding her into me. Her hands gripped my ass and slipped my cock into her willing mouth. She licked and lapped and tugged and sucked until I could barely stand. "I'm going to cum soon, baby!" "Give it to me, daddy!" She jerked my cock until the first blast of hot seed spurted into her open mouth. Then, she wrapped her lips around me and sucked. I screamed. No one and nothing had ever made me scream since I'd become an adult. Elise sucked down every drop, moaning her contentment all the while. I crawled past Elise and lay face-down on my king-sized bed. No one had ever made me feel the way Elise did. I hadn't felt a woman's touch in almost two years and now my rock-hard dick was throbbing because of this wanton innocent beside me. My cock was still hard, so I had to turn onto my back. "Did you like that, Daddy?" My breathing was still labored, so I caressed her arm in assent. Elise grabbed my cock as she looked at herself in the mirror. "I look like a whore," she said. Her blouse was open, her bra was turned up exposing her ample breasts, her skirt was around her waist, and the crotch of her panties could barely contain the pouting labia between her strong thighs. She crawled onto the bed with me, took my cock in her fist and guided it toward her sopping, panty-covered pussy. I felt her nudge aside the cotton barrier between us and rub my member against her engorged clit. She raised a bit, then lowered herself onto me. "Oh my God!," she breathed, "I love it!" She was so tight that she had difficulty fitting me into her, but she pressed until she engulfed me. I couldn't see her face, but I felt her shudder as a wave of pleasure rippled through her. She finally fit all of me inside her, Elise tossed her head back, gripped my thighs, and ground her pussy onto me. "Fuck me, daddy!" I could tell she was watching her reflection in the mirror. She was wet and she grunted every time she felt me fill her. Her pussy squeezed me when she slammed her hips onto my hardness. I thrust mine upward to match her movements. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" I grabbed a handful of her hair. "Play with your pussy, baby!" "I can't put my fingers in there!" "Yes, you can." "Please--" "Do it now!" "Whatever you say, daddy." She gripped my leg with her left hand and worked her clit with her right. "Oooooohh!" Elise's pussy juice coated me with a shining veneer. My thighs slapped against her ass. The room filled with the musk of our fucking and there was no place and no one else in the world. Waves of orgasm tortured her body until she'd fingered herself into one final spasm of ecstasy. She crawled off me and lay in my arms quivering as her body came to rest again. "That was so good," she whispered. We lay there for a while. No words. Just kisses, caresses, and moans. I took off her blouse. "What are you doing?" "I want to see you." "You want to see me naked?" "More than anything." "You don't want to see that." "Yes, I do." "Let me turn the lights off." "No. I want to see all of you." "You do?" "Yes." I reached behind her and slipped the clasp on her bra. Her breasts were free already but now, her upper body was all mine. I kissed her shoulders and chest and neck and suckled her breasts. "You like me, don't you," Elise purred. I sat up, pulled her skirt and panties off and lay back down beside her. The Adventures Of Daddy And Baby Ch. 02 Consciousness returned slowly. I awakened like a swimmer rising from a great depth toward an irresistible light. I had never felt such pleasure. Every molecule in my body tingled. My first waking thought was of air rushing from my lungs without my wishing it. I was as taut as a bow string and soft hair caressed my thighs. Cum spurted from my cock. I opened my eyes to find Elise on her knees, a hand at her clit, eagerly swallowing every drop of my hot seed. She quivered as she did so, orgasm wracking her body. She licked and lapped my still-hard manhood until it was clean. Then, Elise smiled. The sun was out in my bedroom. "Good morning, daddy!" "Good morning, baby." She nestled herself into my arms. "I think I've gotten to like how I taste," she said. "It's not what I expected at all." "You're delicious." Elise caressed my hardness. "I don't understand what's happening to me, daddy." "What's happening to you?" "I've begun to want things. Things I've never wanted before." "Such as?" She blushed and buried her face in my chest. "Maybe I'll tell you after breakfast." Elise hugged me tighter. "I've sinned, Lee. I've touched myself and been vain and I've let Scott turn me into a whore!" "You haven't sinned and you're not a whore." "If it's not sin, then what would you call it?" "Acting like a human being." "Don't patronize me--" "I'm not! You're deciding what you want and what you don't want. You said it yourself. You decided not to leave the bar alone and you didn't. You left with me. Are you sorry you did that?" "No, daddy! Heavens, no!" "Well, there you go! Get used to deciding things for yourself." "Way ahead of you!" "How's that?" "When you ate my pussy last night?" "Yes?" "I liked that. I loved it. Scott never tried to make me feel good. He never cared whether I came or not. He'd just get what he wanted and leave me lying there." We were quiet for a while. "Daddy?" "Yes?" "Do you like making love to me?" "I think seven hours of non-stop sex made that pretty goddamn clear." "Don't take the Lord's name in vain!" "What happened last night wasn't in vain, baby." "But do you like it?" "Are you kidding? I love it!" Suddenly, Elise rolled on top of me. "Good! 'Cause if you want this pussy again, you'll have to take it." "What?!" She pinned my arms beneath her knees. I could feel the damp fur of her cunt on my chest. "You heard me, mister! If you want me again, you've got to fight for it!" I relaxed into the bed. "A young woman like you shouldn't take advantage of an old man like me." She leaned down and kissed my lips. "So, how badly do you want it, old man?" I slipped my left arm from beneath her knee and pushed up with my right. Elise toppled onto her side. I rolled onto my left side and tried to push her over, but her strength surpised me. She grabbed my arm and planted her other hand under my chin, pushing my head back and keeping me at bay. We wrestled with each other, trying to get the upper hand. Elise was strong. She was young. She was determined. She hooked a leg around my waist and tried to push me over. I let her push for a few seconds, then gave in. Our momentum rolled us over and I almost got on top of her. She responded with a headlock. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. "You're a sneaky bastard," she laughed. "Right back at you, Miss Pearl Harbor!" We struggled against each other until I decided I was too turned on to wait any longer. The situation called for treachery. She didn't expect me to suck her left nipple into my mouth. Elise squealed as she scooted away from me. But she made the mistake I'd been waiting for: She rolled onto her stomach. I rolled with her, my leg trapping her right side and my body pinning her in place. My cock was hard now and we were both covered with sweat. "You don't fight fair," she yelled into the pillow. "Neither do you!" "You're stronger than me!" "You should have realized that before you started fuckin' with me!" I got my knees between her legs and exerted pressure outward. "No!" I had Elise by both wrists and my body kept her pinned on her stomach. My cock slid over Elise's ass a couple of times before nestling into her sweet, sodden snatch. I pushed its full length into her. "Oooo, wait!" "Wait, my ass. I won this pussy fair-and-square!" "You're so deep inside me!" I drew my cock back and felt her walls squeeze me. I slammed it back into her and my Elise wailed with pleasure. The head of my cock plumbed her more deeply than any ever had. The walls echoed with the sound of my thighs smacking against her lithe, tight ass. I let go of her hands and she grabbed fistfuls of the sheet. "Fuck me, daddy!" I grabbed her flaxen hair and pulled on it. "Whose pussy is this?!" "Yours, daddy!" "Whose it it?!" "Yours, daddy! This nasty white pussy is all yours!" Elise got her knees under her and raised her ass to me. She fucked me back, her tightness grasping and releasing me as I pumped into and out of her. She began grinding and gyrating her hips in response to my cock's relentless assault. "Spank my ass," she gasped. SMACK! "Again! Spank it again!" SMACK! "Oh, shit!" Elise's knees buckled and my cock popped out of her. "UUUNNGGGHHH!!!" She shivered as the throes of a thunderous orgasm overtook her. I shoved my cock back into her. She mewled and reached back to part her ass cheeks for me. "Get it in there, daddy!" "Yes, baby!" I grabbed her hip and banged into her dripping, puffy snatch. Its lips were stretched tight around my cock. My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. SMACK! I spanked her again as I felt my seed boil inside me. "I'm cumming, baby!" "Cum in my pussy, daddy!" "Yes, baby!" I growled like an animal when my orgasm hit. I couldn't move. My cock pulsed jet after jet of hot, thick cum into Elise. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing onto her when the last of it left me. My thick, soft lips touched her back and I eased myself onto the bed. I was utterly spent. Elise was a mess. Her face was red and her hair was a wild mane, slickened with cum and sweat and pussy juice. We both breathed like runners at the end of a sprint. I flopped a hand onto her. "Baby!" "What?" "That was the best." "Mmmm!" "You all right?" She put up a thumb. That was about all she could do. "Daddy?" "Yes, baby?" "I'm beatin' your ass next time." "Keep dreaming." We lay there, Elise snoring gently and me wondering what good thing I'd done to deserve her. The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?" "Who is this?" "I think you've got the wrong number--" "My wife called me from this number last night." "And?" "I want to speak to her." "She's sleeping right now. She'll call you back." "Who the fuck are you?!" "Get the fuck off my phone! That's who." I hung up the phone and turned the ringer off. Then, I lay down beside Elise and watched her sleep. The Adventures Of Daddy And Baby "Shouldn't I take my shoes off?" "Leave them on. They're sexy." She looked at my cock. "You're so hard." "It's because of you." She wrapped a soft, warm hand around it. "I want to feel myself inside you again," I said. "Will you cum in my pussy?" "If you want me to." "I want you to." Elise scooted around on the bed until her head was on my pillow. She stole a glance at the mirrors. "You like watching us, don't you?" She nodded and stretched out her arms to me. "Come put it in me, daddy." I pulled my shirt off and stood before her, naked. I climbed onto the bed and kneeled between her thighs. "Elise--" "Please don't say anything. Especially not now. Just..." I kissed her then. I knew she wanted to say something a little stronger than "make love to me," but she didn't have to. As our kiss deepened, I felt her grip my cock and guide me to her. Elise raised her hips and I pushed in as far as I could go. I raised up onto my hands and began slowly working my cock into and out of her. She pulled her legs back. I hooked my arms into the crooks of her knees and thrust even further into Elise's tight little pussy. Her knees were by her ears now and I was pressing my dick into her. Her mouth was open and her eyes were shut tight. I looked between us. Elise was rubbing her clit with two fingers of one hand and squeezing my arm with another. Every thrust was met by one of her own. Gyrating hips. Hers and mine. Slow and easy. Elise's green eyes opened. "Oh!" She slammed her palms against the bed, fingers taut, body shaking. "Daddyyyyyy!!!" A bright-red flush flashed across her chest. I could feel the spasms of her tightness milking me. I smiled down at her. She wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me to her. "Please, daddy! Don't stop!" I whispered into her ear. "What do you want daddy to do, baby?" "You know what I need, daddy." "I want to hear you say it." Her hips hunched against mine. "Come on, daddy. Give it to me." "Give you what?" "Don't tease me." She dragged her fingernails across my back. "Fuck me!" I grabbed a handful of butt and obeyed. Sweat dripped from us as I took her. My balls slammed against her ass every time I buried my hardness in her. Elise's eyes were fixed on us in the mirror. My body atop hers. "Do you like what you see," I asked. "Yes." "You want my cum inside you?" "Yes, please." "Can you feel it coming?" "Yes, daddy." I was stroking into her steadily when my balls tightened. "Fuck me, daddy!" I looked away from the mirror and nibbled at her earlobe while my cum boiled within me. "You want it all, baby?" "Yes, daddy. Give me all of it." I raised my head and roared as my hot seed poured into Elise. I forced myself to keep my hips moving. "Fill me up, you motherfucker! Fill your whore up!" Elise wrapped her legs around my back and shuddered against me. I hadn't cum like that in years. I kissed her face and hair. She tried to keep breathing. My body shuddered and I shot the last of my seed into my baby's tight, sopping hole. When I pulled out, I smeared my cum onto the length of her slit. A thick, white rivulet leaked from her. I took my place beside her and held her. We were quiet for a while. "Are you all right," I asked. "Couldn't be better. I've got to pee like nobody's business, but I can't bring myself to get up." "Go and we'll pick up where we left off." I watched in the mirror as she got up and went into the bathroom. She grabbed the door knob, hesitated, then went in and did what she had to do with the door open. I bet myself a dinner at Spago that she'd wash her hands when she was done. I won. Elise slipped back into my arms. In the deepest voice she could muster, she said, "so, what now?" I laughed. "You mean what now between me and you?" She held me close and laughed. "Yes." I cast my own voice even deeper. "From now on, there is a Me and You." "So, you like movies, too?" "I love them." "So, what now?" "We go a day at a time. Step-by-step." "We?" "Yes, We. If that's what you want." "That's what I want." I cradled Martha Elise Hathaway closer to me. "You feel that," I asked. "You're hard again, you goat!" "All for you, baby." "Then, give it to me, daddy!" I swung my legs off the bed and faced the mirror. "Come sit on it and you can watch us," Elise giggled as she hopped off the bed and nestled herself onto my cock. I laughed. "What is it, daddy? Is something wrong?" "No, baby. Everything's fine." I took her left nipple in one hand and massaged her bud with the other. "That's just the sound of a happy man," I said.