Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  She saw that he had noticed her chest and she smiled to herself and thought she might tease him. 'See anything you like?'

  What the hell he thought nothing wrong with a flirt. 'For sure, what red blooded man wouldn't notice your considerable assets!'

  They both giggled, 'Kelly' she quipped.

  'Chris' he responded.

  They chatted, finding out a little of each other. Both there after persuasion of friends, both single, he divorced, she separated. She in her forties; he early fifties, they hit it off really well and the eye contact was great, she was definitely into this scenario. After 15 minutes or so of chatting & flirting, she said she had better get back to her friends and they made their way back through the French doors into the main room. They shared one dance together, before going their separate ways.

  He caught glimpses of her over the next hour or so, chatting with people, dancing, it seemed she was really getting into the whole affair. He checked his watch it was approaching 10pm and he was becoming bored with the evening and began to consider making an exit. Just then he spotted Kelly standing near the French doors again, she was obviously going for a cigarette break he thought, then he realised she was beckoning him, curling her finger at him, inviting him outside, he was curious as to what she wanted.

  He made his way across to her and as he got nearer, he could make out the curve of her hips under the dress, her blonde hair pinned up so he could see nape of her neck, the ribbons criss crossing over her back on her dress.

  He stood next to her and was about to speak when she put a finger to his lips and said 'Follow me!' slightly taken aback, he nodded his agreement and followed her through the French doors.

  She headed across the veranda, out onto the lawn and into the darkness. She was a few paces ahead of him and as they got further away from the hotel, out of the darkness loomed a domed marble structure. He saw her climb the steps, before momentarily disappearing from his sight,

  he looked back to check they'd not been followed by anyone, before climbing the steps himself. Kelly was seated on a marble bench in a small alcove..... He moved towards her, she looked up and smiled at him.

  'What's going on?' he asked.

  'Chris, just go with it, I promise you won't regret it!'

  'Ok' he replied.

  Kelly swung her feet off the bench and onto the floor, holding out one gloved hand to beckon him closer. He walked towards her, his eyes raked over her body, looking her up and down now that she was closer, her blonde hair pinned up off her neck, her large firm breasts encased in the restricting black dress that curved in to her waist and back out over her hips. The layers of fabric making up the skirt had risen up and revealed her feet with dark red painted toenails, covered by sandals

  He could only see her lips clearly, they were glossy and full ......the rest of her face was hidden by the ornate mask, he stared into her blue eyes as she met his gaze and he sensed her excitement.

  Once he was in front of her she slid her hands up his legs to the front of his britches before unbuttoning them, smiling again as she realised he wore no underwear, then sliding one hand inside to caress his cock. Chris was already aroused but the unusual sensation of a hand covered in a silk glove closing around him was so good that he immediately grew harder.

  Kelly remained seated in front of him, she freed his hard cock from his britches and ran a gloved finger from his balls to the tip before cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing...then she leant forward and ran her tongue along his shaft before closing her mouth over his cock and sliding it down him in one long movement. He breathed in sharply, her hands were squeezing his balls, her tongue rubbed along his length and he could feel the head of his cock sliding towards the back of her throat. Her full lips were closed tightly around him and he could feel his whole cock being engulfed by her mouth. She held him there, sucking, biting lightly and squeezing him....he looked down at her......and watched as this masked woman sucked his cock passionately.

  It had been a few months since Chris had been with a woman & the urge to bury himself deep into Kelly's hot, wet pussy was overwhelming and he grabbed her arms, pulling her to him to kiss her. He forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply.........then he pushed her back against the wall of the small alcove, hearing her gasp with surprise at his quick movement.

  He ran his hands up her legs, pulling the soft layers of the dress up roughly over her thighs and using his knee to spread her legs apart. He kissed her hard again, sucking her tongue and nibbling her bottom lip as he held her against the wall with one hand and ran the other up her inner thigh to her pussy. He was surprised but turned on to find that she wore no panties and had a shaved pussy. He ran his fingers over her bare lips, they were already wet and he slid one between them to stroke her clit.

  Kelly moaned at that and he kissed her again to muffle the noise. She pushed her hips back against him and he slid his finger lower, resting it against the entrance to her pussy. Chris could smell her arousal, this woman was soaking wet, as horny as hell and so ready to be fucked. He plunged a finger into her pussy, as deep and hard as he could, testing to see how easily his cock would slide into her......she was tight, her pussy gripped at his finger but he added a second to stretch her and moved them in and out, enjoying her obvious pleasure.

  He removed his fingers, licking her juice off them as she watched him, then he turned her around to face the wall. She pushed her hips out back toward him, almost presenting her bare ass to him. He spread her legs apart with his knee and pressed against her so he could rub his hard cock along her pussy, parting her lips with it then moving back to rest the head of his cock at her entrance. He held his cock and guided it into her, just a little way.......then he pushed her arms up above her head against the wall and placed his hands over hers, holding them flat. Kelly was pinned against the cool marble wall with nothing to do but allow him to control her as he held her in place.

  Once he was ready, Chris pushed a little more into her, feeling the head of his cock stretch her and slide into her wet pussy....then he thrust forward in one hard movement, filling her and burying his whole cock inside her, till their bodies met and his skin smacked against her rounded bare ass.

  Kelly moaned long and loud when he surged into her, this is what she wanted, to be taken by her man, to submit to his desire. Chris ground his hips against her, moving his cock slightly inside her to rub her g-spot. He moved her hands together above her head, holding them with just one of his, then moved the other one down to stroke her clit.

  He pressed his finger between the lips of her wet sex and rubbed over her hard clit firmly then began to pump in and out of her body, fucking her deep, hard and fast. As he fucked her hot, soaking wet pussy and rubbed her clit he bent down to suck and bite her shoulder.......he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of her pussy gripping his rock hard cock. Kelly was moaning constantly and he felt her clamp down on him as she began to orgasm. He felt his cock swell and next his hot cum was racing from his balls, through his cock and into her hot, wet pussy.

  Chris leaned against the Kelly's back, placing his hands on the wall so he didn't crush her against it. His breathing was fast and deep, he could feel his heart racing and his cock beginning to soften and slide out of her. He stepped back and buttoned himself up, then turned her around..........he couldn't see much of Kelly's face as her mask was still in place but he could see her lips were swollen and she was breathing heavily.

  He knelt down in front of her, raising her left leg over his shoulder.....he leant forward and began to run his tongue along her pussy, licking their combined cum from her as it trickled out of her pussy. Chris continued with slow soft strokes until she grabbed his hair and held him in place, shaking as she came one more time, a short and noisy orgasm onto his tongue.

  He gently placed her foot back on the floor, pulled her dress back down over hips and legs. They kissed passionately, their tongues duelling, she could taste their juices. This was just the beginning of t
he night she thought.... wait till she got him back to her room!

  The End.

  The Scent of Jasmine

  A whole month. That was how long he had been away. Not that it had been a bad trip, Dubai was pleasant in early autumn, the food was good, the hotel decadent as only oil money can do. Even his daily gym visits were accompanied by a personal trainer.

  Oh yeah, and business had been very good to him.

  His wife was away herself, meaning that the house would probably be empty. Not a problem. He could catch up with his family later. After a long flight, it might be good to have the house to himself. A quick shower, a beer, maybe a dip in the pool.

  The taxi made its way through familiar streets, and as it turned the final bend he could see his house between the trees. There it was, the corner window. His bedroom. It reminded him how long it had been since he had been laid.

  There was the opportunity in Dubai, of course. Rumours had it that the chambermaids were more than happy to offer sex on the side. Mostly Filipino girls: cute, but lacking the sass he liked in a woman.

  He tipped the driver and took his bag from the back seat. He opened the front door, noticing the alarm system was not on. He called out to his wife, then Jasmine, his daughter. No answer. Just forgetful, he supposed.

  He dumped his suitcase on the bed, he could worry about it later. A shower first.

  It felt good to get the hours washed off his body. As he relaxed, he noticed himself getting hard. He started to stroke himself, recalling some of the girls he had seen on holiday. But his wife would be back in a few days, best save it all for her. God, he'd explode, he laughed to himself.

  House to himself, he headed downstairs in his towel. His swimming trunks would be in the laundry room where they had been kept all summer. In the kitchen he took a beer, gulped half of it quickly. He looked out the window, a good late summer sky. Still warm enough for a dip. He found his trunks, put them on. As he approached the door, a glance through the window revealed he wasn't alone after all.

  In the pool was Jasmine, lying on a float. His heart warmed. She was home after all. He started to think of ways of surprising her, perhaps dive bombing next to her. Or creeping in and splashing her. As he looked closer, he noticed she was naked.

  He smiled, this would be so embarrassing for her! Maybe he should announce himself to spare her. Or maybe he could...

  He was stalling. Maybe it was the pent up energy, or the jet lag, but he found his eyes flowing over her body, flawless in the bright sun. She had the half-Indian colouring from her mother. Her legs were long, flowing into curvaceous hips. Her waist and narrow back, and now, as the float slowly turned, the rest of her came into view. God, how was it possible for her to have grown into such a woman? Without thinking his hand strayed to his crotch, trying to adjust himself. A protest came from some higher part of his mind... this is your daughter, Tim, for chrissakes! Maybe it was the jet lag ... or the pent up energy ... feeding a more primitive part of his mind. Just allow yourself a moment, Tim. Just one look. He imagined his hands moving over that smooth skin, feeling the hips give way to her waist... the smooth rise of her breasts... kissing her stomach... wondering what her pussy would taste like...

  Wow. Yeah, better stop there. Go back upstairs and work one off.

  The float continued to turn in the breeze, and with it Jasmine came to face the house. He continued to stare, almost feeling her warmth on him. As she opened her eyes, he suddenly froze, realising what he had been doing. A moment later she saw him.

  She let out a little yelp as she tried to cover itself. As she did, she lost her balance and Tim heard a muffled splash as she capsized into the pool. She came up laughing as he walked into the back garden.

  "Dad! What are you doing back?" she said hiding on the far side of the float.

  "Where else am I going to go, hun? Turned my study into a disco already?"

  She laughed again and pointed to her black bikini on the side of the pool. He smiled and threw it to her, just short of the float.

  "Turn around dad!" She said.

  He walked down the pool steps. "Bit late for that, hun."

  He sat on a step, sipping his beer. As he did, Jasmine lay on the edge of the float and kicked her way to her bikini. Half suspended by the float, her buttocks rose above the water level. Beautiful smooth brown orbs pulsating with each kick as she moved, glistening with the water. Yeah, just allow yourself another moment, Tim.

  She turned her back to put her bikini back on. "Mum's back early as well. This evening. Sounded stressed."

  "She say why?"

  "No. Not really. She's been out late a lot recently."

  "Must be a work thing."

  They sat resting in the pool, soaking in the last of the days heat. Sometimes they spoke, sometimes just lay there relaxing. And it was in these quiet moments that Tim fought to keep his mind as empty as possible

  **********

  Dressed and alone in his study, he checked his emails. Too many. Too boring. He switched to his Chrome browser and put it into Incognito mode. He knew this was wrong, but maybe he just needed to relieve some tension. A few clicks later and he found just the right one. A young, slim Indian girl... not as busty as Jasmine, but beautiful nonetheless. He watched her play with her pussy... he skipped to the part where she began to take some guys cock into her mouth. God, she was going for it. He tried to concentrate on the girl, pushing anyone else out his mind. Yeah, its OK Tim, you're just horny. Jasmine's figure just hit some evolutionary buttons in your brain. Nothing to feel guilty about. It's why girls look like that!

  The Indian girl was on all fours now... moaning through his headphones...

  As his cock hardened, his mind began to lose its focus. As much as he tried he couldn't keep Jasmine out of his thoughts. He began to imagine her in his study... on all fours on the floor...

  The girl in the video now had the guy's cock gently placed against her arse... He saw himself behind Jasmine. Hands on her slender waist ... slowly allowing himself to ...

  The doorbell broke his reverie. He shut down the browser, and headed downstairs, trying to shake the thoughts from his head. He felt flushed, guilty.

  He put on a brave face as Jasmine opened the door. Now in a summer dress that played gently over her ... fuck's sake! Stop it, Tim!

  His wife entered. Beautiful, but tired. Maybe more than tired.

  She forced a smile at his greeting, and he offered her a drink.

  In the kitchen, she fended off his and Jasmine's questions with half answers. Tim couldn't gauge what was wrong with her. This was more than just work stress.

  "Jasmine, darling. Can your dad and I have a moment alone".

  "Aren't we going out to dinner?" she asked.

  "Hun, just a moment please."

  Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Don't be long. I'm starving." And headed through the door.

  Tim poured them both some more wine. "So what is it, hun?"

  She drank heavily from her glass. "Tim. We need to talk."

  *********

  Tony Brennan considered himself a shrewd operator. As did many others. For nine of the last ten years his department had come top in terms of profitability, and he continuously had the lowest staff turnover rate in the company. He rarely had to deal with his IT department, since he only hired the best, but this time he wanted to gently sneak behind HR's back. He looked at the report. Just what he suspected. 96 hours a week average, not including the six days out of the last four weekends. Going back over the last six months, it was a similar pattern.

  "Thanks Martin, that'll be all."

  Martin gave a curt smile and headed back to IT on the fourth floor.

  Tony put the report in his draw and gathered his thoughts. Tim was a friend, but an asset first. A damn fine one at that. This needed addressing.

  "Tim. Something's come up." Tony dropped an envelope on Tim's desk, walking in unannounced.

  "Sure, anything you've got." He replied, without looking up from hi
s screen.

  "Involves travel. And you'll have to be on it this weekend."

  Tim stopped and let out a sigh. "What's in the envelope?"

  "Open it. It's a hotel in Barcelona."

  "Why are we interested?" Tim asked, pulling out a brochure and more papers.

  "Why? Well, I have a problem. You see, this asset I have has been very ... productive recently. But it's turning him into a fucking head case and he looks like shit."

  Tim smiled. "Ah, I see."

  "And as I can't do anything about it officially, I went and bought this fucking nutcase a weekend break in Barcelona. Long one. Leaving Thursday, not back until Tuesday."

  "Tony, I can't take this. Yeah I've been putting in the hours but ..."

  "You bloody can take it. I paid for this out of my own pocket. It's been six months Tim. Get over it. You're half way through the paper work to being a free man again. Yeah, sounds harsh, but you're still young."

  "What am I going to do in Barcelona?"

  "Have a fucking break, Tim. Why not take your daughter with you? Haven't seen her for ages. How is she?"

  "She's good. I guess."

  "Not seen much of her recently?"

  Tim shook his head. "Not as much as I'd like to since we separated."

  "Then take her. Or go by yourself and fuck the brains out of some hot Spanish hooker. Trust me, I've been." Tony swiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.

  Tim started laughing as Tony continued. "Or get two at the same time. It's a double suite. Got a balcony. Good view as you bend 'em over."

  Tim's eyes looked over the brochure. He suspected half of it was photography tricks, but it did look beautiful.

  "Got any cash for the hookers?" Tim said. "Don't want that sort of thing showing up on my credit card during a divorce..."

  *********

  Tim waited at the bar past migration, sitting by himself with an over-priced beer. Each sip of it seemed to place the ordeal of the last months behind him. His eyes followed the tourists and travellers as they passed, subconsciously rating them from one to ten, and wondering what kink each girl secretly harboured, and how often it was ever revealed. It was good to have that feeling again, of possibilities, or chances yet taken. So why had he brought his daughter? No, it would be good after all this time to spend time with her. He briefly thought about that day at the pool, and smiled at himself. A moments folly. That was all. Brought on by tiredness and the loneliness of working abroad. If it was enough to ruin his marriage it was enough to mess with his mind, if only for a moment. He took his glasses off to rub his eyes. Yeah. It would be good to take a break. He was feeling the need intently now.