The Banker's Daughter

 
When Daddy murmured  
about the way I ate my soup
He couldn't have guessed
it was his daughter's ginger dessert
that had permanently ruined any table manners  
I might have once possessed
 
I couldn't tell him
not before I requested
his daughter's hand in marriage
how she was icicles on toast  
wetter than a Monday in Buffalo
stickier than a sherbet lemon
and just like Bermuda  
her triangle sucked you in  
until you felt obliged to disappear  
your head investing  
in her stock down South  
forever  
 
Robbing Fort Knox  
would have been easier
than resisting the urge  
to grab her posh little ass  
with one hand
hike up the dainty black skirt  
with the other
yank aside  
the excuse-me white panties
and then it was  
licky-licky lick  
& fuckedy-fuck-fuck  
every chance I could
 
Her initial squeal  
of feigned surprise
always ensured my appetite  
for the finer  
pinker things of life
were guaranteed  
like a government bond  
a silky 24/7  
 
How could I explain to Daddy-o  
that deep down in milky thigh town
nestling among the freckles
in the jungle of his daughter's  
luxuriant red bush
was where I perfected  
my voracious slurp technique
tongue flicking  
over under  
sideways down
back up and round
until she quivered
and trembled
like a Lucy-juice lollipop  
ready to slobber  
all over my stick
 
With the soup cleared away
her woman's intuition must have kicked in  
She guessed what my tongue had been thinking  
nudging me gently under the table
smiling as we waited for the next course  
 
I admitted to myself
it wasn't always like that
but when things start badly
they can only improve
I was attracted immediately
by the dollar signs in her eyes
She was two drink tipsy  
on our first date
and had blurted out  
that she seldom enjoyed sex
 
She could only climax  
when she knew she was being watched
It was the stare of older men
inspecting her smooth naked form  
that made her nipples hard  
her gash glistening under their gaze
Perhaps she needed Daddy's approval  
before she could let go  
and abandon everything  
to pink flush heaven
 
If ever there was a challenge
for a poor boy to rise to  
a wealthy banker's cute little daughter
frustrated horny and fit
had to be the perfect solution
for addressing my own financial woes  
and I still chuckle today  
at how easy it all was to fix
 
In the bedroom of her apartment
I put up a great big photo of Daddy
three quarter life size  
arrayed with his team  
of financial bully boys
all scowling sternly  
from behind the boardroom table
 
And like a fat cat bonus
it worked every time  
Quicker than a Wall Street meltdown
Daddy and all those vice presidents
opened the orgasm floodgates wide
 
She threw back her head and gushed  
while her ass bobbed blank check wild  
my cock revelled in the prospect
of financial freedom for life
bumping up the zeros
with every thrust and grind  
 
Now I knew Daddy and his pals  
would never have approved
but while I wrestled with the lobster
and which cutlery I might use next
there was that other more formal arrangement
preoccupying my mind
 
When I asked him straight out
he just shook his head
with no emotion or surprise
 
“Young man” he sd
 
'Everything my daughter does
has done  
or will do
I record on film
I think of it as security  
for her continuing happiness
We both know
You should never have put up
that picture over her bed
therefore my answer  
will always be a resounding
No--
however I am prepared  
to pay handsomely
for you to disappear'
 
So with only mild hesitation
for the sake of appearances
and the blushes of the lady in question
I accepted his offer, of course