Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  Whatever she wanted she was going to have that was certain -- I was enthralled with this woman. Once inside the door she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, her tongue wrestling with mine, her breathing was short and fast, I could feel her nipples pressing against my sweat-soaked t-shirt that stuck to my skin. I suddenly realized that my hands were on her ass cheeks -- she was not wearing underwear. Our bodies were plastered against one another. We broke for a breath of air, "Phylissia I need to tell you something."

  She leaned back with her hands on my hips, panting, "What is it baby?"

  I was ashamed to tell her.

  "C'mon Steven," she prodded me.

  I blurted it out, "I'm a virgin."

  She took my hand and kissed it, "Come with me baby let's do this right. You need to remember this forever..."

  The End.

  A Visit from her Sir

  Beth checked her workout bag for water and grabbed her keys. She locked the door and then walked downstairs on her way to the gym. She decided to take the shortcut behind a building since it was the middle of the day. She normally wouldn't go that way at night, because it's a hidden spot. She didn't see anyone down the path next to the building so she started her walk.

  "Hello, my slut." She heard a voice behind her, a voice she recognized.

  She stopped immediately and turned around feeling surprised and shocked. He stood before her, taller than and far more handsome than she had ever imagined. Her heart was immediately racing. "What?"

  "What kind of reaction is that for you to give your Sir?" He responded.

  She realized her mouth was wide open in surprise and she probably didn't look very happy. She was happy to see him, but she felt a gnawing of excitement and nervousness in her stomach. "I'm sorry, Sir." She smiled and walked up to him.

  "That's better. No kiss for me?" He had a slight grin.

  She gingerly kissed his cheek.

  "You can do better than that slut." He responded.

  She timidly blushed. She leaned in and kissed him more passionately, parting her lips and teasing his tongue with her own. He kissed her more forcefully in return and pushed her again the wall of the building, hidden from view.

  "That's better, but did I say anything about kissing my lips, slut?" His tone was hard and firm.

  She looked down at the ground, a little embarrassed at his suggestion.

  "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He lifted up her chin to meet his gaze. "And answer the question, did I tell you to kiss my lips, slut?"

  She noticed her breathing was already quickening. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Well, no Sir. But, I... I mean, right here?"

  "Don't I deserve a proper kiss from my whore?" He stated.

  She nodded and spoke softly, "Yes, Sir."

  She slowly got down to her knees in front of him and began to loosen his belt, but felt so anxious she looked around to make no one was nearby. She saw no one. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and discovered he was wearing nothing underneath. She pulled out his already hardening cock in her hands and looked up at him unsure if she should continue.

  He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her closer to him. "That's right slut, you know what to do."

  She licked the head of his cock, encircled it with her tongue. Beth took him in her mouth sucking as deeply and intensely as she could. She felt him stiffen more under her lips. She grabbed the shaft of his cock and rubbed up and down at the same time. He grabbed her head and forced her to take him deeper than before and she felt herself start to gag as he reached the back of her throat. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, but then forced himself deep in her throat again and she felt the reflex once more.

  He pulled her hair to make her stand in front of him. "That's a good start. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs apart." She followed his instructions.

  He untied her pants and slid his hand between her legs, massaging her wet clit. "Mmm, I knew you'd be wet for me." He pulled down her panties and pants to her ankles.

  A thousand thoughts were racing through her mind. What's going to happen now? What if someone walks up? God, this feels incredible. She tried to take a deep breath and felt him hard and between her legs. He was rubbing her clit with one hand and began to tease her ass with his cock. She was weak beneath his touch, the intensity building and several moans escaped her lips.

  He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back toward him, placing his fingers to her lips. "I want you to lick them clean."

  She greedily took his fingers into her mouth and tasted every drop of her own cum off his fingers. Licking and sucking them as if it were his cock again until he removed them from her mouth.

  He let go of her hair and she tried desperately to catch her breath. She felt him teasing her ass with his fingers wet with her spit. She felt a finger enter her briefly, just a tease. She wanted more. He pushed the finger deeper inside her ass and she moaned "Please fuck me, Sir."

  He grabbed her by the hair and licked the side of her face, "What was that slut?"

  She spoke more firmly, "Please fuck me, Sir."

  He whispered in her ear, "I'll fuck you when I'm ready to fuck you, slut." He let go of her hair quickly and began fingering her asshole with two fingers, thrusting deeper and deeper than before. The pressure was mixed with a hint of pain at first, stretching her. He bit into her shoulder blade making her moan louder. He rubbed her clit with one hand while working her ass with his other. She felt herself so close to an orgasm, her legs shaking beneath his touch.

  "Permission to cum, Sir?" She begged him.

  "Not yet, slut." He kept the same motions going, thrusting deep and hard into her ass. She tried so hard to hold back, but she was so close and she knew she couldn't finish yet. Her body pressed against the wall, as she squirmed closer to him. "Now, you can cum."

  She was helpless under his strength and almost buckled to her knees when she felt the explosion within her. He held her sturdy against the wall and she rocked harder against his body and she screamed out without care who might hear her.

  He whispered in her ear, "You did really good, slut." He lowered her to the ground and they sat next to one another. She leaned on his shoulder and then they began to talk about other things.

  The End.

  Patty's Punishment Party

  "Oh, my God!" Meg Ryan uttered as she and Marisa Tomei watched in stunned disbelief while John Weston, Patricia Heaton's personal assistant for the past two years, assiduously stroked his huge cock in front of a stack of recently produced color photos of his boss, which showcased the red-headed beauty in an assortment of sexy dresses and which now lay in pell-mell fashion across the conference table. The two women, who had been sent by their friend to retrieve some extra photos to supplement her book-signing event, stood just outside the partially opened door of the conference room, captivated by the lewd sight.

  "You'd better get Patty over here, fast!" Meg advised Marisa, without taking her eyes off the scene.

  "She's going to flip," Marisa remarked dourly as she hurriedly rushed away.

  John Weston was a tall, handsome young man of twenty-four, who had been highly recommend by one of Patricia's dearest friends as a hard-working and diligent college grad anxious to make his mark in the world. He had graduated with a master's degree in Business Administration from California State University only a few years earlier, and had proven to be of invaluable help to the often beleaguered star who sometimes had difficulty juggling her acting career and other pursuits with the demands of caring for her husband and four sons. John was an extremely charming and likeable guy. Notwithstanding his good looks, he was as unaffected and self-effacing as most Hollywood celebrities could never hope to be, and this was the quality that attracted Patricia to him most of all. Out of a sea of over two hundred potential candidates for the job, John's simple and honest charm had won the day.

  For this reason, Meg had found it difficult to comprehend what she was seeing. Ye
t she had to admire the guy's extreme bravado. The book-signing brought hundreds of people to the Sheraton Hotel in downtown Los Angeles, and performing such a sexually outrageous act where the chances of being discovered were high could spell the end of his employment with his beloved star, not to mention arrest and incarceration. Having known John for the past two years made her realize that his cordial, deferential attitude was nothing more than a brilliant cover; a shield from behind which he could act out his lustful fascination for the beautiful star with impunity. It was a sobering realization.

  Meg adjusted her skin-tight black dress and felt an unexpected twinge of desire as she watched John tug away on his enormous appendage, completely unaware that he was being observed. His long, wavy brown hair fell down in front of his face as he looked down at his busy hand and then at the array of enticing pictures before him. It was fortunate for him that this particular area of the room had been cordoned off by the hotel staff, allowing Patricia and her friends some modicum of privacy in between dealing with the incessant crowds that never seemed to relent in their pursuit of accosting their revered celebrity. She had to admit to herself that whatever moral rectitude she might feel regarding John's untoward action, she also felt extremely turned on at the sight of a handsome man masturbating and completely out of control. And the fact that he was jerking off to Patty's image made his actions even more lascivious. What she couldn't understand was why John had failed to lock the door. Unless he subconsciously wanted to be discovered, this oversight was not in keeping with his usual pragmatic nature.

  From the corner of her eye she saw Marisa quickly approaching with a remonstrating Patty close behind. Meg raised her finger to her lips in a gesture of silence.

  "Keep it down, will you?" she said.

  "What the hell is going on here?" Patricia asked as she tried to get a glimpse beyond the door. "I've got tons of people waiting for the damn photos. What's the..."

  For a moment the seductive beauty stood open-mouthed, frozen in her tracks.

  "Jesus Christ!" she swore. "Is that John in there?"

  "Of course it's John," Meg replied.

  "But he's...he's..."

  "Masturbating," Meg said flatly.

  Patricia continued to look at the ridiculous but erotic sight and hardly knew what to do. "I don't believe this!" she said, unable to contain both her disgust and amusement. "I'm totally shocked."

  "So am I," Meg said, her obvious enjoyment of the scene belying her admission.

  "You're getting off on this aren't you, Meg?" Marisa chuckled, equally absorbed by the ribald actions of the oblivious young man.

  "Come on, Marisa," Meg replied. "You have to admit that this is something you don't see every day."

  "I'm surrounded by perverts!" said Patty, annoyed, her eyes glued to John's penis. "What are we going to do?"

  "I think we should just let him do his thing," Meg answered.

  "You mean...while we watch?"

  "Why not? I mean, you have an absolutely gorgeous man with an absolutely gorgeous—and huge—cock ready to explode, and you're telling me you don't want to see this?"

  "But he shouldn't be doing it!" Patricia replied. "It's not like we're in the dungeon with our subs you know? And don't you think that maybe we're crazy watching him do it?"

  "I personally love a good cum shot," Marisa chuckled.

  "As do I," Meg confessed. "And so do you Patty. Admit it. You enjoy watching your subs shoot their spunk and you and David love watching those Japanese adult films because of the big loads those guys produce. You always said that."

  Patty had to admit that this was true. She and her husband were big fans of tekoki movies and she had never hid this fact from her friends. "Okay. Okay. I enjoy watching those films. But this is something entirely different. We're in public for heaven's sake. And that's John in there—my friend and personal assistant."

  "That's why we should just let him finish," Meg insisted. "Then he can clean up his mess and no one will be the wiser."

  "What do you think, Marisa?" Patty asked.

  "I agree. You don't want a scandal on your hands do you?"

  "Of course she doesn't," Meg replied. "And besides, it looks like he's getting ready to shoot his cock snot any second now."

  "Shoot it where?" Patty asked.

  "All over your pictures," Meg giggled.

  Patty's former disenchantment suddenly reasserted itself. "My pictures?" she squealed. "You mean those are my brand new photos he's jerking off to?"

  "Will you please keep your voice down!" Meg rasped. "He'll hear you!"

  "I don't give a shit!" Patty replied angrily. "Do you know how much money I spent on that photo session? It took four hours with Mario Testino to get me looking that good. And I'm not going to have those photos ruined by some jerk off jerking off all over them!"

  With that pronouncement Patricia strode into the room to the horror of both John and her amazed friends.

  "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" the disgruntled star shouted as she approached the startled young man.

  John, taken completely by surprise, was struck mute by both Patricia's sudden intervention and the powerful orgasm that was now imminent and beyond the point of no return. Instead, it was his nether mouth that expostulated for him, and it did so in an astoundingly robust expulsion of creamy white spunk that flew across the room and splashed into the wall ten feet away. Meg and Marisa, who had quickly followed their angry friend into the room, stared in astonishment as a good portion of John's ejaculate found its way onto Patty's precious photos.

  "You're ruining my pictures you son of a bitch!" Patricia exclaimed, as another long and stringy rope of hot sperm sailed high up into the air in front of her and her shocked friends.

  John was too overcome with lust to respond in any coherent fashion. His hand moved mechanically over the slick, ten-inch terrain of his penis, unable to stop its purposeful journey from base to tip; unwilling to stop now that he finally had the undivided attention of the woman he had long desired. The presence of Meg and Marisa provided an unexpected bonus, one for which he was grateful as the three women watched him shoot off rope after rope of his thick, creamy seed in all directions, most of it finding its way onto the conference table.

  The young man felt both irrepressible lust and trepidation as he continued to masturbate himself. Having the fifty-four-year-old, five-feet, two-inch Irishwoman, dressed in a sexy red dress with matching pumps, observe the mess he was making, and with her standing only a few feet away, was more than he could have ever hoped for. At first he thought she was going to strike him or maybe even call the police, but she did neither. The fact that she simply stood next to him along with her two amused friends drove him to greater heights of lustful abandon. There was no doubt that she, Meg, and Marisa were enjoying the show he was putting on for them. And more than anything, John loved pleasing women. What Patricia would do to him afterwards was something he could not yet contemplate.

  "Look at what you've done, John!" Patty cried, as the final few spurts of semen struck the tops of her photos, leaving the bulk of them soiled and useless.

  "Oh, don't be too hard on the poor boy," Meg laughed. "Consider it a loving tribute."

  Marisa examined the top of the table and shook her head. "Wow! What a fucking load!"

  There was sperm everywhere. The opposite wall was dripping with it, as well as several chairs that had gotten in the way. But the bulk of John's sticky deposit now remained glued to the wonderful color photographs of the alluring Ms. Heaton—a testament to heroine worship carried to the utmost degree.

  "I'm sorry, Patricia," John said, his breath coming in short gasps. "I don't know what to say."

  "Well I do," she replied, seething with anger. "You sir, are fired! Get your things and get the hell out of my sight before I call the police!"

  She looked down at the photos searching for any that might have escaped the onslaught and found only two that were salvageable. "Two photos! Two photos out
of almost two hundred! And I've got all those people out there waiting for autographs!"

  "I'm really sorry," John apologized again, this time more ardently. "I'll pay for whatever damage I've caused."

  Patty looked up at him and then at his now flaccid cock still dripping with sperm. The look of a wounded puppy dog with his soulful blue eyes was incompatible with the sight of his exposed genitals, causing the frown to disappear on her face only to be replaced by a broad grin followed by hearty, uncontrollable laughter.

  "You sick fuck!" she cried. "I really should kill you!"

  Her laughter was contagious. Within moments both Meg and Marisa were laughing along with her.

  "He loves you, Patty!" Meg squealed. "What else could it be?"

  "I don't care how much he loves me," Patricia replied, as she continued to laugh at her predicament. "He's still fired. Do you hear me, John? You're out of a job!"

  John hung his head down in shame as the full realization of what he had done came home to him.

  "Yes, miss," he said forlornly. "Whatever you say."

  Marisa picked up one of the sullied photos and watched with bemusement as a trail of ejaculate found its way toward the edge of the paper and rolled off onto the table top. "I can't believe how much spunk there is. Look at it all."

  "Well he's going to clean up every slimy, disgusting bit of it!" Patty said. She turned to John. "You have a half hour to get this place looking presentable again. And I want you to put all the ruined photos in a bag and leave them for me."

  "Yes miss," John replied feebly.

  "And for Christ's sake, get yourself cleaned up!"

  "Yes miss," he said again. "Are you going to report me to the cops?"

  "No, John. And the only reason I'm not going to prosecute you is because it would hurt Bea too much. But I am going to tell her about this. Of that you can be sure."

  After the book-signing event had ended, and a few hours later when all three women were enjoying dinner together at a local organic restaurant, Patty thanked her friends for helping her through her latest crisis.