Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  The penthouse suite was called the Mistress Suite, and no one was allowed to stay there but me. Four adjoining rooms, big bay windows overlooking the surrounding forest, a four-poster California king bed, a soaker tub, TVs showing my favorite lesbian erotica, and two big walk-in closets containing my many "tributes."

  Did I forget to mention that? All the guests had to bring me a tribute based on my wish list -- sometimes spa products or silk dresses, but usually to enhance Mistress Rose's deliciously commanding image. Italian leather boots. I used to hold regular jerk-off parties in the library, where the men would kneel and shoot their loads all over my boots, while the girls would be forced to get down and lick them clean afterwards. Let's see...what else? I used to own all six models of the Hitachi Magic Wand. Handcuffs and nipple clamps, of course. A complete array of leather floggers. Lots of vibrators. A French couple brought me a gold-plated dildo from Paris one year.

  Needless to say, I was living my dream until the property got rezoned and sold ten years ago. But let me share a sample entry from my diary to show you what it was like in the glory days.

  November 3, 1997

  It's 9 pm, and I'm in the circular room in my suite that I like to call the "Voyeur's Paradise." I get off on watching my guests fuck, and I'm proud to confide that I've mastered the nasty art of invading their privacy to the full. I have a bank of 52 small TV screens, all of which display exactly what's going on in the guestrooms at all times. Every room is packed with hidden cameras and microphones; I need only flick a switch and I can see and hear everything. Delicious. Remember, they signed the waiver form.

  I sip my champagne and turn up the volume on Room 16. It's occupied by Thomas and Lisa, a blonde young couple from Amsterdam. They heard about the Black Rose from another couple they met at a live sex show in the red light district.

  Lisa is very, very petite, although she has nice apple-shaped tits. This morning, I zoomed in on her while she was washing up in the sink, and discovered that her pubic region is completely shaved except for a small blonde tuft at the top. She's very shy about speaking English. Thomas is much more fluent. He works as a marketing manager at the same IT company where Lisa does product testing. What a magnificently fit cyclist's body he has, I note now with approval. Right now, he's lying on top of Lisa, kissing her and stroking her body. His long, steadily stiffening prick is clearly visible against the cream-colored bedspread.

  Oh my, is Mistress Rose's hand straying between her thighs again with her dark slacks yanked down to her knees? Yes indeed. But I don't just want to watch and masturbate tonight. I want to participate. I want to control and dominate. And in a house where my pleasure always, always comes first, I'm going to take exactly what I want.

  I press a button that will summon two of my staff members within the next ten minutes. The hotel has five employees, two strong men and three servant girls, all subject to my command.

  Meanwhile, it's time for me to dress for the occasion. I step into the walk-in closet in my bedroom and select a magnificent blue satin robe that opens in the front, emblazoned with blazing red roses. Long leather gloves in a matching red shade. My favorite black boots, thigh-high, and pointing the way to my black Calais lace crotchless panties. And then I reach for the top shelf, where I keep my extensive collection of masquerade and fetish masks. I select an exquisitely shaped gold mask that conceals the upper half of my face but leaves my beautiful mouth fully exposed. I tie the straps in place, and the two horns point upwards, representing an Assyrian fertility goddess.

  There's a knock at my door. "Come in!" I respond.

  My two male servants enter, each shirtless and wearing full black hood masks with eyeholes and matching slacks. I explain what I want and they nod wordlessly. My pussy is throbbing now with need. I glance into the Voyeur's Paradise once again and see Thomas and Lisa entwined on their bed. I'm ready to be the aggressor and take whatever the fuck I want.

  With me leading the way, we head downstairs and stride silently through the dim-lit second-floor hallway. Up ahead stands Jessica, one of my female slaves, a tall, slender, 20-year-old volleyball player from the University of Washington. She is naked and wearing an ankle cuff that's attached to the wall. As I pass, I only acknowledge her by stopping and raising my right boot six inches off the ground. Jessica quickly kneels and tongues the bottom of my boot, clearly showing her submission to me. I am so fucking excited now.

  We stop in front of room 16. I can hear an old Depeche Mode record playing inside. One of my servants hands me the heavy bronze key. I unlock the door and march in. Thomas raises his head with a look of shock. Lisa is kneeling on the bed, sucking his erection fervently, but now her face jolts up too.

  "Grab her! Hold her down!" I order my servants.

  They quickly seize Lisa, as she screams out, and lift her into an armchair next to the bed, pinning her arms in place. She curses in Dutch and tries to wriggle away, but can't.

  "You like that, slave? You want to see what I'm going to do to your boyfriend?" I say in a loud, confident voice.

  Thomas is still lying there, stupefied. He tries to get over to Lisa but the larger of my two servants holds him back.

  "Get back on the bed, Thomas," I say.

  He complies. Still fully erect. I turn up the lights in the room so the little Dutch cunt can see everything. Deliberately maintaining eye contact with Lisa, I recline on the bed and take Thomas's thick, uncircumised cock in my gloved right hand. I caress his balls with my other hand.

  "Mmmmm...what a delicious-looking cock," I taunt Lisa.

  I get off the bed and go over to her. I kiss her hand on the mouth, forcing my tongue between her lips, knowing she has never kissed a woman before, enjoying every moment. I love forced bi action with a willing submissive who's there for my use. My hands roam all over Lisa as the servant holds her in place: I cup her tits and run a knowing finger over her irrepressibly aroused, smooth little fuck-slit.

  I pull back and slowly, deliberately extend my tongue directly in front of Lisa's face, making her watch. My eyes are blazing with power now.

  Returning to the bed, I take Thomas's stiff cock with my right hand, gripping it at the base, and begin to lick it like an ice cream cone, moaning with loud enjoyment as if no one else is in the room but me.

  Thomas's face contorts with pleasure -- he can't help it. "Oh shit," he moans. "Oh shit!"

  Already a long trail of shiny pre-come is trickling down the side of his thick, veined shaft. I lap it up, showing my come-covered tongue to the Dutch cunt and making her understand her place.

  "You see that, bitch? You like watching Mistress Rose drink your man's come and do whatever she wants?" Without waiting for her response, my head goes down on Thomas's length and I start to suck him off.

  "Oh my God," Thomas gasps. "You are so much better than Lisa." My soaked cunt completely contracts at the moment he says that. I reach back and frig myself.

  It's a sign for the man servant holding down Lisa. Mistress Rose needs more satisfaction, and he has his orders. Without turning my head, I hear Lisa scream again as he grabs her by the hair. His hands clamp my ass and he lifts up my robe to do his duty. Lisa gets underneath and starts to lick at my clit while my servant unzips his fly and thrusts his long dick into me.

  I desperately want to be filled with come at both ends. I pull my head up off Thomas's cock and start jacking him off, talking roughly.

  "Fuck me, you motherfucker!" I groan out to my servant. "Fuck me! And make her lick my ass!"

  Again, wordlessly, he pulls Lisa up, and I feel her young tongue circling my asshole while I'm getting fucked. I can hardly stand the sensation, especially when the tip of her tongue strays into my asshole. Yes -- oh my fucking God.

  My other servant kneels next to me on the bed, produces his cock and starts beating off. "Oh yeah! Oh shit!" I scream.

  I love being in the center of a group, getting fucked with my robe on and my mask on. I'm getting ready to cream in a huge way.

 
; It happens -- right when Lisa is forced to slide her tongue as deep up my ass as she can. Seconds later, Thomas starts to shoot his load and I bury my face on his cock, swallowing that come greedily. Another loud gasp comes from my servant beating off, and I feel a hot jet of come spatter across my neck and on to the cream-colored bedspread.

  My man at the back groans, "Fuck! Now!" And then he too releases, leaving half his cum-load inside Mistress Rose's beautiful cunt and spraying the rest all over his mistress's well-fucked ass.

  I scream and roll away on the bed, as hands reach out to caress and worship me. I fucking need it and deserve it. I am a goddess and a mistress. I feel so fucking good.

  When I'm fully recuperated, I order my servants to lift me and carry me back to the Mistress Suite. Thomas and Lisa climb back under the sheets, exhausted.

  "You're going to learn more tomorrow about how to worship a real woman," I tell Lisa before we go. "I will see you at breakfast."

  "Yes, Mistress Rose," she says, eyes downcast, but with a shy flickering smile. I know she will serve me well.

  The End.

  While The Kids Are Away

  My wife Lisa and I have been married for 17 years and have two kids. My wife, at 44 is still sexy with a tight, trim body. She's 5'4" with a thin waist, great B cup boobs and an ass to die for. She looks younger than her age and it's common for her to get hit on when she is out. We have tried to keep our sex life interesting and don't like to go too long without. We both believe sex helps keep a relationship strong. Like most couples we did go through some dry patches when the kids were very young. Things started to rebound as the kids got a little older, went to bed early and slept through the night.

  Lately however, the kids getting older and staying up later coupled with my wife's inability to stay up late has put a damper on our sex life. We have found that we now need to be creative. The kids, a son and a daughter, are now 11 and 12. So, they have reached an age where they do not need constant parental supervision. This has been the opening that we have been looking for to jump start our sex life.

  Last week, my daughter had a dance class and my son had lacrosse practice on the same day at roughly the same time. The daughter caught a ride to class with a friend and my wife dropped my son off at practice. The timing worked out in such a way that my wife was able to drop my son off and return home about fifteen minutes before I arrived home from work.

  I sent my wife a text message that read "See you when I get home. I expect you to be naked when I get there." I wasn't sure how she would react but decided it was worth the shot. It had been almost two weeks since we had last had sex. About five minutes after I sent the message my phone beeped. "Is that right?" was the reply. Was that a yes or a no? I was left to wonder.

  I pulled into my driveway and walked to the door not knowing if I was going to be greeted by my sexy wife in her birthday suit or if I had just blown a chance at some fun. I opened the door and the house seemed empty. I asked if anyone was home and received a reply from upstairs "I'm up here."

  I made my way up the steps and entered our bedroom. I was delighted to see my wife's sexy bare ass as she lying face down on the bed. She rolled over and flashed me a big smile as well as her B cups and trimmed pussy. She looked spectacular. "Great idea" was all she said. I thanked her, unable to stop smiling. She asked me if I was going to join her.

  I quickly shed all my clothes and crawled onto the bed. I moved over her and we began a passionate kiss. I was already half erect. My hands wandered to her chest and gently played with her nipples. She was cupping my balls and stroking my cock.

  Soon my kisses wandered down her neck to her breasts and I engulfed first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. I was pinching the one that I wasn't sucking and she was emitting soft moans. My kisses moved to her stomach and she suddenly rolled over.

  I knew what she wanted. I started kissing the back of her neck and made my way down her back kissing and licking. When I reached her ass, I was kissing and squeezing her ass cheeks. My tongue eventually made its way to the top of her ass crack and very slowly began sliding down her crack a little at a time. Up and down it went move a little lower with each pass. Her moaning was getting louder and she was squirming more and more.

  As I reached her puckered ass hole, I spread her cheeks wide and let my tongue play all over it. She was now moaning very loudly with some barely discernable words mixed in. This went on for a little while and then I let my tongue trail down a little further and I plunged it into her pussy. This caused her to jump. My tongue was now sliding in and out of her pussy and also sliding up and down her slit and dancing around on her clit. The moaning was now non-stop.

  She lifted her ass up off the bed. This gave me better access to increase her pleasure. She was soaked and the juices were pouring out faster than I could lap them up. I lifted her a little higher and positioned my cock at her entrance and entered her, bottoming out on the first thrust. She was unbelievably wet and I started to immediately pound her hard. I was also slapping her ass. She was yelling for me to fuck her harder and faster and to slap her harder. She was making grunting noises. Her juices were pouring out soaking the bed. It's not often that I get to see her so turned on.

  When she seemed like she could be close to an orgasm, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back and dove back into her pussy. I put a finger in her pussy and another into her ass as my tongue drummed her clit. She let out a guttural moan and then tensed and became quiet. I knew her orgasm was about to hit. Within seconds, she let out a very loud moan and her body began to convulse.

  I kept my mouth glued to her clit until she couldn't take it anymore and had to push my head away. I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed her legs up and plunged back into her still twitching pussy and started to pound her. She was shaking and saying some things that I couldn't quite make out. Her eyes looked like they were rolling back in her head.

  I pounded her hard for a few minutes until once again I pulled out of her before cumming. This time I grabbed some lube, coated my finger and stuck it in her ass. I added some more to my cock and then stuck it at her back entrance and slowly pushed in. Once I was all the way in I started to piston in and out of her gradually increasing my tempo.

  In no time, I was pounding into her and she was asking for more. I couldn't hold out very long in her tight ass and I came hard. I emptied my balls into her ass and kept pumping. My cum was leaking out around my cock. I didn't stop until I went soft. My cock made a plopping sound as it slipped out of her. Her ass gaped open and a copious amount of cum was leaking out of it adding to the mess already on the sheets. It was a very erotic sight.

  I crawled up next to her and we snuggled for a short while. I was ready to take a nap but it was time to get up and clean up. My son needed to be picked up and my daughter would be home soon. It was back to reality. As I was about to leave, my still naked wife gave me a big hug and kiss and told me what a great idea this had been and that she couldn't believe how hard she had cum. She then headed to the shower while I headed out.

  When I got home, my wife was out of the shower and the sheets were in the wash. As we began cooking dinner we kept exchanging knowing glances and smiles at each other. I am looking forward to the next time we can let loose like that.

  The End.

  A Brief Encounter

  The branch line was one of the quieter stretches of railway that I'd encountered. The carriages were an old-fashioned style with no corridor, only a door on either side that opened out onto the platform. Perfect for an uninterrupted journey and an opportunity for me to tackle to pile of patient reports that I'd brought with me. Travelling from London had been arduous so far and I was looking forward to a relaxing final leg before attending my niece's wedding.

  I took my seat on the old banquette, facing the direction of travel, by the window so I could take in the rural vistas when my paperwork became too tedious. I took out my copy of The Times and lit a cigarette, the smoke rising and meandering it
s way through the sunlight towards the small open window. A mote of ash fell onto my pinstripe trouser leg and I flicked it away with my left index finger before settling into my seat and waiting for the old train to wheeze its way out of the station. I turned the page, idly scanning the text, my mind on other matters.

  The knock on the window snapped me out of my reverie and I looked onto the platform to see a guard gesturing at me to open the door. As I swung it open the guard stepped to one side and I saw he was standing next to a young girl dressed in a school uniform, a satchel over her shoulder, her trunk by her side.

  "Sorry to bother you Doctor Hamilton," said the guard, "but this young lady is travelling alone and her guardian has requested that she be accompanied by a, as she put it, 'respectable' travelling companion throughout her journey. Forgive the imposition, but I wondered if you would mind her sharing your compartment?" The guard spoke with a deferential air, something I found mildly irritating yet reassuring of my position in society.

  "No, no, that will be quite all right", I said briskly. I glanced at the young girl, quickly observing that she was a student at one of the better public schools in this part of the country. "Do come aboard my dear," I said to her, standing and holding out my hand to help her up the step. "I do have rather lot of work to be getting on with so please forgive me if I don't interact much."

  My travelling companion looked up shyly, and said, softly, in a most refined accent, "Not at all sir, please don't let me a nuisance to you at all."

  "I'm James Hamilton," I said, "and you are?"

  "Elizabeth Spencer," she said with an almost imperceptible bend of the knee.

  "Charmed, charmed," I said absently, gesturing in the direction of the opposite seat.

  She took a seat on the opposite banquette, a little way away from the window as the guard busied himself with her large trunk. I glanced in her direction and took in a little more of her appearance. She sat very upright, her hands folded in her lap. She was quite tall although clearly not fully matured. I estimated her height to be around 5 feet 6 inches, and she had a slender figure, although the signs of womanhood were immediately apparent. She wore a navy blue blazer and grey skirt that reached her knees, where it was almost met by perfectly white socks, smoothly pulled up. On her feet she wore black, lace-up shoes, her feet, like her knees absolutely together. Under her blazer she wore a white blouse and a neatly knotted tie. On her head was a navy blue, wide-brimmed hat that, as she sat with her head slightly bowed, covered much of her face. Her hair was tidied away inside the hat but I noticed from the wispy hairs on the back of her neck that she was blonde. Something inside me stirred at the sight of this primly presented specimen of wealthy society, her safety entrusted to me for the next couple of hours, at least.