Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  He sucked on her nipple causing her to throw her head back...because it felt too good and she wasn't here to feel good, she was here to get the position. He released her nipple so he could trace his tongue around the areole...he didn't play fair because her legs had gone limp and she was about to sink onto the floor.

  Then his lips wrapped around the other nipple and she felt the charge through her and her pussy grew so wet, so slick she felt it trickling on her inner thighs. God, what if he knew that but at least for now his focus was on tonguing her nipples before sucking on each one of them. She swore that she felt herself nearing climax just from that...no that couldn't be at all possible...but her pussy began to throb.

  "You're so fucking wet I bet..."

  "Dirk...why are you doing this," she gasped, "I just want something better to put on my resume."

  "You will have something better...much better," he said, "You keep it this hot, you'll be exactly what I need."

  He nudged her backward towards his desk still focused on her breasts...she didn't want to move because she thought it'd brand her a slut around the office.

  "No one gives a damn Sasha...they know better than to care...and I pay them to look the other way."

  She blinked her eyes as she felt the back of her thighs rubbing the edge of his desk...was he about to...oh god...she felt his hands slide down her waist to her hips.

  "Turn around for me Sasha..."

  She just looked at him.

  "Why?"

  "You know why... god I bet you have a gorgeous ass."

  She felt him palm its globes and squeeze them so that she murmured.

  "Turn around for me Sasha."

  A more firm voice this time and so she did that for him, exposing her backside accentuated by a barely there thong for him. He smoothed his hands over her ass and she sighed, feeling the front of her hips strike the desk. Then his hands moved so he could hook some fingers under the band of her thong and tug her panties down her legs until they dropped at her feet.

  "I...oh god..."

  He had slid his hand between her thighs and his fingers caressed her slickened pussy. She closed her eyes knowing that now he knew everything.

  "Damn it, you want this don't you," he said, "Well I got it for you..."

  She heard him unzip his pants behind her.

  "Back up a bit...I want you to put your hands on the desk..."

  "But all your papers..."

  "Do what I tell you Sasha..."

  She sighed as she did that, trying to avoid his files when she placed her hands on his desk, and she felt him spread them wider with his one of his thighs as he brushed up against her from behind. Still dressed in his suit while she'd been stripped naked...exposed to him. Her head down, her back straight and her ass closest to him.

  "Good girl...you take direction very well...very important."

  She didn't say anything...she felt something hard...something hot sliding teasingly along the seam of her ass. She flinched.

  "Be still for me...you will enjoy this I promise...at least most of it."

  She felt his hands grip her hips and then without much fanfare he thrust something hard and thick inside her pussy, drenched with how much she wanted it. It slid right in until she felt the tickle of his balls slap her.

  "God...you feel very good Sasha...nice and snug...I'm going to enjoy you very much I can tell."

  "Oh god...you feel...."

  She couldn't put it into words bent over and taken from him from behind, his cock deep inside of her as her pussy grabbed hold of him. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his thrusts but he just stood still for a moment.

  "You like to be fucked this way," he said, "like a dog?"

  She sighed.

  "I...I don't know how to best answer that."

  He then bucked his hips and withdrew his cock, she felt it slide out of her, rubbing her walls and she moaned.

  "Don't worry I'm not going anywhere."

  He thrust back in harder, deeper and she felt her body move in response. The feel of him inside of her, slick and hot made her want to push her ass back into his cock but then he'd know how badly she wanted it.

  Not for him to know...she needed the position. But then he pulled as her pussy squeezed him and damn, she felt her legs shake from it. His thickness stretched her but not to pain but to the promise of intense pleasure if she could stand his teasing strokes.

  "You like it don't you," he said, "God, you feel so damn good around my cock."

  She shuddered as he slammed into her again. There was nothing gentle about Dirk and how he fucked her. The desk began to rock as she felt her body pushed forward and down on it. Perspiration beading on the back of her neck and his hands gripping her hips as he branded her with his cock...searing hot she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

  "Tell me that you like it..."

  "I...god...I can't believe it..."

  And she couldn't, because even walking into his office wearing the lingerie, she thought he'd been teasing her but there was no joking in terms of how he fucked her now.

  "Better believe it," he said, "If you work for me, you'll know more pleasure than you've ever felt in your life but I'll push you hard too."

  He showed her that by rutting against her as his cock sunk to the hilt inside her while his balls smacked her ass like a gentle spanking.

  "Dirk...."

  "You'll dress for me...underneath your business attire, you will most definitely dress for me...it'll be our little secret."

  She gasped as he kept his rhythm relentless yet she couldn't deny that it felt damn good to have a man fuck her hard like this without mercy.

  "You have a boyfriend?"

  Did she, she couldn't remember now. Oh yes, Tim, she'd been going out with him for a couple months but they hadn't hit the sheets yet.

  "I..."

  "Of course you do...a hot woman like you probably has more than one..."

  "Well I..."

  Damn he knocked the words right out of her head with each thrust inside of her...she felt herself getting so damn close to just losing it in front of him as the tension building up inside of her threatened to explode into pleasure she thought might stop her heart.

  "That's fine...but you will belong to me when I need you."

  His cock slid in and out of her and she believed it. After all, she felt his body push against hers, so big and strong and damn possessive the way he took her over and over. God, so hot...her pussy a flush from the cock that owned it. She felt herself begin to lose it, the pleasure threatening to overtake her.

  "So damn close Sasha...you're going to need to come for me..."

  She sighed and she bit her lip fighting it and fighting him as her pussy squeezed his cock to keep from exploding around it. Because if she did that then he'd know...

  The desk rocked harder and his groans joined hers as he slammed into her until...oh god no....her lips parted and she cried out unable to hold it inside.

  "I need to hear it..."

  She screamed, not wanting to be heard outside the room but she couldn't stop it. Pleasure ripped through her in ways she never imagined possible and a moment later, he shuddered and sprayed her with his warm seed. She froze when she remembered...

  "Dirk...I'm not..."

  He stroked her damp neck in a way that would have soothed if it didn't arouse.

  "Don't worry...I'll take care of everything...from now on..."

  She felt confusion inside her, not knowing what he meant by that. He pulled her off the desk and she turned around to face him. Her breath coming harder, her eyes looking at him.

  "I...I..."

  She still felt the pleasurable ripples inside of her and his fingers from one hand in between her legs, stroking her sopping pussy.

  "You need to clean up...there's a washroom."

  She nodded, speechless. He handed her a wrap. She left him to go clean up and then return, no doubt wondering what came next. He smiled, watching her go and then pick
ed up his cell phone. He clicked a number.

  "Andros, hi...yes...I've got her all picked out and I'm sure you'll like her...you still got that cabin booked in the Rockies...?"

  "Yeah, but they're expecting a blizzard so we'll be indoors most of the time."

  "Perfect...we'll be too busy with her to care about what's happening outside."

  "Is she hot...?"

  "Very...she's got a great body and a pussy that's incredible...haven't tried out her mouth yet."

  Andros paused.

  "Did you tell her...about us?"

  "Not yet...it's going to take me the whole week to do...warm her to the idea."

  "Good then...we'll see you later this week...I can't wait to see her."

  "You won't be disappointed," Dirk said, "She's going to be quite a ride."

  "We'll see..."

  Dirk smiled and clicked off his phone. He stared at the washroom thinking how to handle his new assistant, to get her ready for the weekend. This time it had been his turn to pick out the woman and he just knew he'd picked out a hot one.

  He knew the other men would agree.

  The End.

  IntoThe Woods

  When I woke I knew today would be the day. It was some weeks ago my husband and I had showered together and he said he needed to pee. Laughing I had said

  "Well go on then, no problem in the tub" he had looked surprised but then returned the smile as he drew his foreskin back and then started to pee to the bottom of the tub between my feet. Then he flicked his cock up and some urine hit my slit. It felt surprisingly warm and I made a quick intake of breath. His reaction was to aim directly at my slit as the flow began to recede.

  "That was good love, it felt erotic knowing you were watching" I saw his cock was growing, slowly filling and standing out, He looked at me and then asked if he could watch me. I knew I could pee but this was new to me. I nodded and parted my legs, bending my knees a little to expose myself more, but he said

  "No baby......on me" and he lay back in the tub and told me to straddle him. Doing as asked I had one foot each side of him, stood over his chest, I did notice his cock was almost fully erect. I asked if he was sure he wanted this and he nodded

  "Oh yes love......do it now sweet" I squatted over him, spreading my knees and let it flow. A trickle at first down to his chest, then picking up rapidly to full flow, He reached up to part my lips, looking for the very point of exit, making me gasp as he touched me. The flow eased and I stood and moved from over him. All the time the shower had been running and as he stood up me His cock was pointing to the sky! He turned me away from him pushing me forward towards the taps then bent me forward. I felt his cock against my buttocks as I put my hand to the wall for balance as he pushed into me from behind. Sometimes he was a wonderful lover, exceptional foreplay and ensuring I came at the least once. This time he was eager, he pushed right in, thrusting hard straight away, grabbing my hips it was urgent and hard. I heard him groan then he was pulling me back hard to his groin his cock as deep in me as possible as I felt the jerk and spreading warmth of his seed as it pumped into me.

  Since that day we had done the same or similar a few times and about a week ago, in bed one evening he had said he would really like to see more. At first I did not comprehend what he was meaning, but after beating around the bush a few times he came out with it. He wanted to see me shit.

  Now I am reasonably open minded, and in sexual matters always felt if two consenting adults both want something or agree to it and there is no coercion it is down to them alone. I made some conditions, I got to choose the time, obvious reasons, the place away from the house and I could call it off at any point. He readily agreed and that evening ended with him being a fantastic lover, fingers and tongue everywhere until I could take no more and then the gentle loving penetration and climax.

  As I started waking Sunday morning I felt my bowel quite ready. I went to the bathroom and peed, then freshened up. I woke him with a coffee and said

  "Come on love, it is a lovely morning and I feel like a nice walk......" I was still naked and pushed off his advance, I slipped on a tee shirt, not bothering with a bra, and just my jeans. He drank the coffee quickly and donned a pair of shorts and tee. We wore trainers, since the woods were my destination.

  He had caught on at last to what was happening ( Men can be so slow on the uptake sometimes) and suddenly became rather more eager.

  I grabbed my bag and we went to the car. My body was telling me I needed to potty but it was not yet urgent. We drove I guess about half an hour to some privately owned wood. Although the public were permitted it was not obviously signposted or anything so was usually deserted, and early on a Sunday morning there was no other car in the car park. We locked the car and took one of the paths into the woods. A couple of side paths took us well away from any possibility of meeting someone. The scrub was heavy and we were on the point of having to turn back when there was a small grassy clearing only a few yards wide.

  I stopped and looked around, the sound of birds was the only sound. I looked at him, he was looking at me his face expressionless. I did not say anything but started to undo my belt. When it was undone I popped the clasp at the waist of the jeans the reached out to feel is groin and find him already well on the way to erection. I lowered the zipper, with no panties and my shaven body he was stareing as I exposed more and more flesh, then I wiggled my hips to get the jeans over them and down my legs I saw his adjust himself. I stepped out of my jeans all together and stood. Again I touched him

  "Get it out if you want to love" I said and he needed no second invitation, undoing his shorts and getting his lovely erection out to the air. I took a final look around. Right in front of him I parted my legs and hands on knees started to pee. He knelt in front of me, looking up at my slit and the urine falling to the ground. I felt my tight ring flex a little as the urine ceased and relaxing, allowed my body to take over. The flexing of my anus increased and he moved to see it better, his hand lightly rubbing his cock. The area around my ring started to fill out, the ring itself lowering between my buttocks. I looked over my shoulder at him, he was concentrating on my ass

  "It's coming love......I am going to shit baby" As that moment of no return came, the point at which you know you HAVE to do it, cannot stop it. I felt my ring start to open

  "Oh yes baby I see it....do it love do it now" he sounded excited and my waste started to leave my body. Slowly at first, pushing the ring wider then emerging steadily until the ring clamped shut cutting it off. I was not done and the ring lowered again letting more waste be ejected and drop to the ground. I reached for my bag and tissues cleansing my self. I picked up my jeans, moving a little away from that spot. Standing by a tree I bent to put my jeans on but he said NO not yet and his shorts fell to the ground as he advanced to me, he stepped out of the shorts, cock so hard and pushed me, not hard, back to the tree. Lifting one of my legs to his hip he exposed my entrance and one-handed guided his cock into me. I had actually found the experience in the open air quite erotic and arousing and despite everything I responded rapidly. Soon I was raking his back, and biting his neck Then I heard myself saying something I had not said very often

  "Oh God......yes baby fuck me......harder"

  The End.

  Peter Shifts My Mood

  Light surrounded me, but I closed my eyes and held onto the darkness. I didn't want to wake up.

  I felt a nudge next to me.

  "I know you're awake. Come on, get up. Let's get some breakfast.

  I looked at the clock, it said 7:30.

  "Peter, I am not getting up. It's Sunday. I want to sleep in."

  "You have been awake for a half an hour. You are moping again. Come on. Up. We'll go get bagels and the New York Times."

  I sighed. I really wanted to be left alone. Yes I wanted to mope. I was sad. Nothing was lifting this sadness. Not a movie Not making love. I didn't want to get up. Didn't care about bagels. Didn't care about the new York times. A
ny other time yes. That would have been my ideal Sunday morning.

  Not today.

  As I lay with the covers over my head, I felt the blankets slowly being pulled down. Peter stood there his dark eyes sparkling at me. "UP" he ordered.

  I laughed at him. "NO" I said just as loudly.

  His eyes sparkled a little more dangerously.

  "Look." I said " I know what you are doing. It is very sweet, but it's not going to happen. You can't order me out of this. Let me be. I will work it out."

  He turned on his heel and left. I felt relieved. He could be more than a little bossy sometimes.

  I tried to sleep but couldn't, heard the door shut and the car start. Bagels and New York Times.

  He wasn't giving up. Well neither was I. I took my mystery to the sun room and made tea and coffee. Tea for me. Coffee for him.

  I was feeling sorry for myself, two nights ago my daughter graduated from High School and left the next day with friends for a week at the beach. I trust her and felt happy for her. Her friends are good. She has a lot of common sense.

  Happy for her but for me deep sadness. I felt listless and depressed. She was going away and I was missing her already. I thought about it while I sipped coffee and looked at the trees off the patio.

  About ten minutes later he returned and went into the kitchen to make the bagels. I listened to him cut them and put them in the oven. I waited for the ding but nothing happened. Curious I walked into the living room.

  There was a dining room chair in the middle of the room facing the sofa. No Peter. I heard him rummaging upstairs and then saw him walk down the stairs in his jeans and tshirt. He had the riding crop in his hand.

  I should explain. The riding crop was something he bought for our play. Spanking had been a turn on for me,something we experimented with a while ago, but never discussed. This was not, definitely not the time or the circumstance. I was legitimately sad. I did not need this.

  But Pete had that look in his eye. I would not let it scare me. I was prepared to stand my ground. I am no shrinking violet and I was sad enough to shift into anger quickly. He would not be prepared for what I was about to say.