Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  I instantly had a boner. I told her to act on her feelings any time she felt like it and not to think about the fact that I was her brother. I told her she would feel wonderful and refreshed when she woke up. I then said "Apple cider".

  I took a shower and put on a bathrobe when Amy walked into my room. she was wearing a bathrobe as well.

  I said hi and she said hi. She had this smile on her face. She pushed me down on my bed as she slid across to me. She put her hand on my leg under the robe and slid it up my thigh. How's this? She asked. "It's a start", I replied.

  She undid my robe and took it away, then untied her own robe, letting it drop to the floor. She pressed me back on the bed, knelt beside me and kissed my penis. I made a little noise.

  She took me in her mouth and played gently with me, rubbing a nipple, getting the response she wanted at both ends. She held my testicles in one hand, doing inventive things with her tongue, and then she stopped for a moment. "This is just for you" she said. "You don't have to wait for me".

  "I want you know," I said, panting a little.

  "Maybe later" she said, taking me into her mouth again. She pushed my legs apart and pulled my knees up, and then she began exploring the cleft of my buttocks with her fingers.

  "I'm going to explode soon," I said.

  "Not yet," she replied, and then began again. She moved her head slowly up and down, beginning with the tip, and then pressing until nearly the whole length of my length had disappeared.

  I couldn't find the words, only noises.

  Then I exploded, and she stayed with me for another minute, prolonging the orgasm, keeping me going until I could only cry out and collapse back onto the bed. Finally, cradling my testicles in a hand, she laid her head on my belly and kissed it softly, "How are you?" she asked.

  "I can't make a fist," I replied

  "You hardly need to," she laughed. We remained that way for a moment, then she climbed onto the bed with me and lay on top of me nestling her head onto my shoulder.

  She turned her head to me and whispered "wait till I tell Beth". But get ready. We're doing it again. I thought to myself, OMG, I'm going to die.

  The End.

  Summer Nights

  They were friends - good friends - the kind of friends who had known each other for ten years and seen each other during the good and bad times of their lives. He had lusted after her since their early teens, but she had never looked his way twice...until now.

  It was in the heat of summer and working late nights in the store had taken their toll on the slender redhead and she was longing for someone to come in and give her a night to remember. The hot days and humid evenings left her with a thin sheet of perspiration on her pale skin and the combination of that along with her boredom in the quiet DVD rental store, left her with thoughts of sex; ideas of some hot, sexy man coming in and pinning her against the counter, filling her aching pussy with his solid cock, pounding her until she screamed and begged for release.

  God, Kay was wet and whenever she had the chance, she would reach up and tease her sniff nipples through the thin material of her vest until a soft whimper would attract Jake's attention from somewhere in the stacks of the store. Only then would she realise where she was and try to do something - anything - to take her mind off how horny she was.

  Nothing seemed to work though and night after night her pussy simply grew wetter, the ache more intense and her hormones raged uncontrollably.

  Jake was starting to notice the change in his friend too. The vests were baggier and thinner, so that when she leaned over on the counter, he could see the curve of her breasts, unbound by a bra, freely. Her nipples prominently appeared beneath the sheen material and his cock throbbed at their cameos of the night. Her denim shorts became tighter and shorter, the soft shape of her ass catching his eyes every time she walked by. There had been one or two nights when Jake had been forced to take an impromptu break to the bathroom to release his frustrations with the aid of his right hand. Nothing seemed to help though and every time his sparkling blue eyes fell on Kay, he wanted her more than ever before.

  It had started out as an innocent high school crush, but now it was pure lust and he found himself hiding in the stacks so that he wouldn't jump her and ruin their friendship. In the end though, he didn't need to worry about that.

  - - - -

  It was a hot Tuesday, the temperature unbearable and their boss out of town on a holiday to Hawaii. In such scorching heat people weren't interested in renting a cheap DVD; most were hunting down pools or beaches to escape too, anywhere where the air was cooler. The two friends, however, were contracted to a midnight shift at the store where the air conditioning was past its best.

  "No one is even coming in." Kay complained, hopping up onto the counter as her olive eyes rested on the clock.

  "What do you want to do then?" Jake poked his head around the stacks, his eyes falling on her long legs.

  "I wanna close up early and hit a bar." She said honestly, thinking that at least she could get laid if she was in some hot, sticky bar. He laughed and moved closer to the counter, deciding that it was safe enough to approach her at this moment in the long night. "Why are we still even working here?"

  "Because college fees would break our backs otherwise?" He suggested leaning on the counter next to her.

  "I can still think of better ways to spend my night."

  "Let me guess; with your thighs wrapped around some guy's waist?" He teased, secretly wishing she would do it to him.

  Her thoughts were in the same place, luckily enough, and the growing horniness that she couldn't satisfy herself led to her next bold move.

  Kay reached across to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her until he was stood in front of her, staring at her with a bemused expression until she wrapped her legs around his hips and used her thighs to pull him flush to her.

  "Kay, what are you -"

  "You're right, this is better." She flirted, biting her lip seductively as she felt the bulge appear in the crotch of Jake's board shorts.

  He thought she was just messing with him, until her lips hungrily captured his and then it was like everything else changed. Normally she would never do something like this with Jake, but he was a guy and his cock was poking her in the manner that she longed to feel against her body; he had everything she craved. His hands quickly found her hips and he pulled her closer to his body still, his cock brushing teasingly against the join on her leg and a soft moan slipped from her lips as he probed her mouth with his tongue, longing to hear that sweet sound again.

  Jake's hands moved higher, sliding under her thin shirt, cupping her swollen breasts, squeezing them gently as his fingers easily found her nipples, tweaking them stiff. Kay pulled away, lust in her shining eyes.

  "We should probably lock the door and kill the lights." Her voice was husky and they were both breathing heavily, his fingers pulling at her nipples and enticing a sexy hot moan from her swollen lips before he stepped away, moving quickly to the door whilst she ran across the store to hit the light switches.

  When Kay turned around, Jake had already caught up to her and in one swift move had her pinned against the nearest stack, his hands inside her shirt again as his lips crashed against hers, this time with no distractions to stop him from finally living out the fantasies he had been dreaming about for years. She clawed at his back, pulling his shirt up and over his head whilst he went to work on her shorts, popping the button and yanking the zip down, leaving it to her to push them to the floor whilst he rid her of her shirt. His mouth attached to her nipple, sucking and licking at it, smirking against her hot skin as she moaned and grasped him in place, overcome with desire and lust for him.

  Her hand reached into his board shorts and grasped him firmly, pumping his shaft as he left out a guttural groan, nipping teasingly as her sensitive, stiff nipples, turning her on more.

  Kay loved nothing more than rough, horny sex and right now, it was exactly what she wanted. She
pushed his shorts to the floor and dropped to her knees, sucking him eagerly, her hand still pumping his shaft as her tongue swirled around his length. Jake groaned, falling back against the shelves as he tangled his fingers in her bright hair, guiding her and forcing her to take more of him in until eventually she was deep-throating him, gagging and spitting around his large cock. He couldn't get enough of her lips around his shaft and was dangerous close to cumming when she pulled away.

  Jake grabbed her hips and pulled the lace panties from her body before spinning her around and lifting her onto the counter, bending down to taste her sweet pussy that was already wet and dripping for him. Her thighs gripped his head and his tongue slipped between her folds, finding her delicate clit and flicking over it as he moved his fingers to her pussy, slipping two inside of her, seeking out her g-spot as he fingered her hard and fast whilst his tongue teased, sucked and massaged her clit until she was bucking against his face, pussy clenching around his fingers as she came hard, screaming and moaning his name as she rode his face.

  There were no words spoken between the two as he straightened up, instantly slipping his cock into her tight pussy, groaning at the feeling of the velvety walls gripping him there. He didn't need her to tell him and before the words "fuck me" escaped her lips, he was pounding her furiously, overwhelmed with lust and desire as she wrapped her arms around him, her nails scratching down his back as his hand found her hair, pulling it back so that his lips could find her neck. Her moans intensified as he bit and sucked at the column of flesh, her nipples brushing against his chest, damp with perspiration as they fucked wildly. She screamed, his cock slamming into her, balls slapping her ass as he fucked her harder, bringing her to another orgasm, powerful and intense, leaving her body quivering with passion as it ebbed.

  Her lips found his instantly and he lifted her from the counter, cock still buried in her pussy as he lowered her to the floor, only pulling out to turn her around. On her knees, he slid into her again, fucking her hard from behind, his hands reaching round to pull at her nipples as her slammed into her. It wasn't enough though, and Jake grabbed a fistful of her copper hair and pulled hard, her scream of surprise mixing with her moans as she was forced to arch her back, driving him deeper into her wet, tight, pussy.

  Jake could've fucked her like that until he was cumming over and over, but he didn't want this to end, not yet. He smacked her ass hard, her soft voice begging him to do it again as he continued to fuck her dripping pussy. He brought his palm down once more, groaning at the red handprint he left and her growing moans at his roughness.

  Her ass was beautiful, his eyes were fixed on it as his thumb drifted down the crack until it reached her puckered little hole and he rubbed it gently, imagining all the things he could do to it. Tonight seemed to be a night of fantasy though and just as Kay was about to cum again, he pulled out and dropped lower, his tongue licking that tight little hole as his fingers reached under her to massage her clit.

  The strange sensation of a tongue at her asshole was surprisingly good and Kay moaned, dropping lower to allow him better access. Jake flicked his tongue over her ass, smearing her cum and her juices over the hole with his spit until it was wet enough to slip a finger in. He worked at it, smiling at her squirms and moans, happy that she didn't protest as he fingered her ass, slipping another finger in to stretch it some more and enticing more moans from her swollen lips.

  "Fuck my ass." She moaned, turning her head to beg him.

  He groaned at the three words and then pulled his fingers out, positioning his hard cock, soaked her with her juices, at the much tighter hole and pressed it in slowly, groaning and crying out at how tight it felt around his shaft.

  Jake started fucking her slowly, growing accustomed to the tightness before increasing his speed. Kay reached down and slid three fingers into her dripping pussy, fucking herself as he began to fuck her ass harder and faster. Her moans combined with his groans and the sweat dripped from their bodies as they fucked, the pleasure building in their groins as they succumbed to their passions and desires. He pulled at her hair again and reached around to squeeze and tug at her tits and nipples as his own orgasm began to build and this time he was incapable of denying it.

  "I want you to cum on my face." Kay pleaded, feeling how close he was getting as she peaked, moaning and squirming as she came hard around her fingers, juices trickling down to her wrist as her cum dripped from her pussy.

  Jake groaned, pulling out and flipping her over, tugging lightly at her lip to get her to open her mouth. He'd cum on her face, yes, but he wanted her to taste him too. Within five pumps of his shaft, his legs threatened to buckle and he groaned, gripping the counter with his spare hand as he came, shooting long, hot streams of cum over her face and onto her tongue, groaning as she swallowed and he pumped the final strings of sticky cum onto her cheeks, groaning at how hot and sexy Kay looked with his cum dripping over her face and from her chin onto her glistening breasts.

  "Summer may not be so long after all."

  The End.

  ShadowMistress

  Lady Angel, leather and lace clad Mistress of Shadows. Sensual with a taste for dominance, Her sexual pets both benefited and suffered under Her teaching. Crop and flogger, handcuffs and shackles were merely tools used in the training She gave to those who came seeking Her guidance. But one was special, a man who both kept Her mentally sharp, and pleased Her sexually. They complimented each other in all aspects of the time spent together.

  She took care preparing for the evening's event. First thoroughly scrubbing Her body and hair clean, then with sandalwood scented oil smoothed over every inch of skin. Her crimson hair brushed dry, and then braided into a long tail that hung to just below Her waist. Carefully looking at Herself in the mirror, She saw a woman dressed in a black, leather corset trimmed in lace, thigh-high lace stocking attached by ribbons to a leather garter belt.

  Black, over-the-knee, leather boots with five inch heels finished off the ensemble. Her mound left bare, covered by neither leather, nor lace. Only a narrow, shadowy strip of tight red curls gave color to the pale flesh peeking from between smooth, supple thighs.

  The sharp click of heels against the marble tiles announced Her progress along the empty hallway. A casual flick of Her fingers dimmed the overhead pot-lights to a level more compatible with the evening's entertainment. The smile that curved lips rouged to a deep wine would have served as a subtle warning to anyone that saw, and knew how well She looked forward to the selection process ahead.

  Upon reaching the converted ballroom, She glanced around to ensure that all was in order before taking Her seat on the raised platform that graced one end of the room. When one entered from the other end of the room She would be waiting, almost casually, on a chair carved from a solid length of Oak, illuminated by a pool of soft white light. There was something regal about Her bearing when one looked at Her relaxing on what could only be described as a throne. Something that made you want to kneel and pay homage to Her beauty. Her strength, the barely contained power that seemed to ebb and flow about Her form.

  That was what he saw when the doors opened for him to enter the first time. Hair that caught fire as the lights seemed to slither down over the body wrapped in midnight. A look in Her eyes that almost took him to his knees, even before She spoke. And then, Her voice, erotically husky with the faintest hint of a Southern drawl. His penis had swollen as the need to touch Her, taste Her, overwhelmed him. He had been lost and had known he would do anything She commanded from that night forward.

  Around the room, six spotlights shown down on six square satin pillows that lined each wall to Her right, and six more to Her left. These places were reserved for Her twelve, the favored ones. The others, those who came merely to see if they were worthy of Her time, would kneel on the cold marble floor. He had been one of the unworthy ones in the beginning. He remembered the ordeal of those days with pride, because he had been chosen from many others.

  James had entere
d Her mansion a clueless fool, assuming he would find the same games and orgies that were to be found in the dungeon clubs New Orleans was famous for. Nothing had prepared him for the demands She would make on him, both mentally and physically. Each task became more difficult than the last. But, as each accomplishment was achieved, She rewarded him. And each session with Her only made him hungry for more. He became insatiable, greedy for every moment of Her time.

  And how did she see him, you might wonder? He gave Her great pleasure, and therefore She held him in high regard. He never questioned Her in anything, ever. A word, or look, was all it took for him to take the necessary actions required to fulfil Her every wish. In that, he was the perfect submissive, in all other things, he was the complete opposite. Which explained his being among the few allowed to address Her as 'my LadyAngel'.

  Because in Her world, anyone could grovel and show that they were willing to be treated as if they had no value. To belong to Her, one much be strong and courageous, but also intelligent and thoughtful in their actions toward others. This was what the monthly Gathering Weekends were set up for, to weed out the weak and perpetually needy. Thus, the weekend began.

  As James entered the courtyard, She slowly stood. Her eyes never left his face as he drew closer to the dais where She waited.

  "Good evening, my LadyAngel." as he sank to one knee, and bowed his head.

  A faint smile of pleasure lifted the corners of Her full lips. As She reached out one hand, he arose and mounted the steps to stand before Her.

  "Good evening, My best loved pet." She said.

  A shiver flowed from the warm hand She placed on his chest, and spread rapidly from there to the tips of his fingers, and down to the bare feet peeking from underneath the hem of his black silk ceremonial robe. Her smile merely deepened in pleasure at the full body reaction he always exhibited under Her touch. Her hand skimmed along his body and stopped to lightly clasp the proof of his need. He groaned softly, but remained completely still.