Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "Strings attached?" she queried.

  And that joke became reality because she said that she would prefer ribbon, to tie me with yellow ribbon which reminded her of an old song called Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'round the old oak tree and we shared laughter and joy with that spindle of ribbon, the way she liked to run it around my balls and the girth of my cock, not the gentle words had gone, she found delight in using the basic words and it was divine how she did things with that ribbon with my cock and balls which created happy and delightful times. It was delightful and she always got me to the highest peak, in fact I don't believe I have ever reached so much of a hard on as I do with her, after that yellow ribbon treatment combined with all the wonderful slow and teasing licking and sucking.

  There was something very nice and exotic and very sensual being perched like that, in front of Linda, her face rubbing into my crotch, and her enjoying that so very much. I pushed it out for her as she clasped my hind and helped herself to my full hard rampant cock and it wasn't long before once again I spurted like Mount Etna and watched her enjoy sucking cock once more and sucking it dry. She said for me to feed her that was lovely and she adored my nectar.

  So it is a delight to behold and I really feel so good about the things we do.

  She tells me all the time that it really makes life worth living and that says it all!

  The End.

  A Starry Night

  Night falls. A cool breeze ripples through my hair; it tumbles down my exposed back, brushing against my bound wrists. I don't know how long you will be, or what you will do with me when you arrive. Waiting is exquisite torture.

  The blindfold slips; I contemplate my surroundings. The air is heavy with the scent of musk, overripe fruit, hazy promise. You left me here on a balmy summer's evening; now the moon casts eerie light onto the shimmering lake, the endless carpet of the night.

  Footsteps approach. I know they are yours because they are imprinted onto my mind. I lift my chin and lower my eyes, as you instructed. The black dress clings sensuously to my curves, leaving my breasts exposed. My feet are bare. I feel your cool breath on mine; you speak, words which are strangely reassuring. I've missed you.

  "Look at me."

  I turn to you. How can a face so familiar still have the same hold over me, the same bewitching quality, as when I first dared to look into those dark eyes? You kiss me roughly, grasping my hair, taking my lower lip roughly between your teeth and biting down as your hand finds my breasts and begins to squeeze the pliant flesh, cupping them and sharply twisting the nipples between your fingers. I feel violated. The rush is incredible.

  "You're mine now."

  I moan involuntarily, writhing against the ropes as the wetness in my panties spreads. You laugh and slap my ass.

  "Such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" you say softly, mockingly.

  "Yes," I whisper.

  "Yes, what?"

  "I am a dirty little slut," I stammer, blushing. The rush I get from saying those words out loud is incredible. You contemplate my pleading eyes, those desperate, tearful eyes...it is disturbingly hot. I can see it in your own eyes, dark and dilated and glittering with desire. You are my predator as you pin me against the tree, intoxicated by the hunt.

  "Yes you are, darling. You're a very bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished."

  I know what to do. Trembling, I arrange myself across your body, painfully aware of my own nakedness. You caress my ass with one hand, tracing it leisurely, squeezing it...and I feel sudden sharp pain as you bring the hand down on one cheek. I cry out in surprise; you force my mouth closed.

  "I want you to count each one, understand?"

  I breathe in sharply as the next blow lands.

  "One..."

  And again, harder this time.

  "Two!"

  A deep growl escapes your throat as you strike again, sending an indescribable shock of pain and pleasure through my body. It is strangely enjoyable, but that doesn't stop me writhing and moaning.

  "Three...Oh..."

  You laugh coldly. Again...

  "Four!"

  I lie trembling as you stroke my sore ass, running your hands down my leg. I daren't breathe. It's just a waiting game now. Your fingers entwine themselves in my hair, pulling gently at the tangles.

  "It's nearly over now."

  You deliver the final blow...at this point I lose control of everything. ?"FIVE! OWWW!" I scream, writhing hopelessly under your touch.

  "Good girl," you purr, kissing down my back. A finger is slid into my soaking cunt...and withdrawn.

  "Oh, dear. We appear to have made a little mess, slut." You pull me up to face you; I drop my eyes, humiliated.

  "Eyes," you command firmly. I reluctantly return my gaze to yours. Your hand moves slowly down my face, tracing the nose, the cheekbones, to caress my throat. This has gone beyond exposure and vulnerability. I am yours, in every sense.

  "Good girl," you murmur again, and I feel the usual frisson of pleasure at having satisfied you. You force my fingertips, glistening with my juices, into my mouth. I clean them obediently, intimately.

  "Mm, slut," you growl. "Do you know what I do with dirty little girls like you?" I gaze up at you, wide-eyed, biting my lip.

  "Don't look so innocent. I know what you want. You want to be treated like the fuck-toy that you are."

  You grab my hair and force me to my knees, positioning my thighs apart so that my pussy is exposed. Your gaze is wild, primitive...I struggle instinctively but I am helpless, and we both know it. You throw your clothes aside, exposing your muscular body, dewy with perspiration. Your throbbing cock is forced deep into my throat, just the way you like it. I choke on it, struggling to take it, my eyes moist with tears. I am desperate to feel your hot cum in my mouth, desperate to swallow it. But you have other ideas.

  "Lie down," you order suddenly, pushing me away. My heart is beating faster as I assume the position, back arched, the wetness spreading in my thin lace panties. I let out an involuntary moan as you slide two fingers into my pussy, caressing the labia, pressing on my G spot with your thumb. It is enough to make me squirm violently under your touch; the starry sky blurs and the grass beneath me, peppered with buttercups, fades until I feel like I am floating. You kiss me, passionately this time, running your hands along the contours of my naked skin. Dare I say the words that have been on the tip of my tongue for so long?

  "I love you," I whisper breathlessly.

  You slap my breast negligently. "Did I give you permission to speak?" you hiss, bringing your face tantalisingly close to mine, feigning annoyance. But I can see the slight smile playing about your lips. You stroke me slowly and deliberately, fingernails pressing against soft skin, making me squirm...and my legs are prised apart as you greedily devour my mouth once again and your cock is pressed against my aching pussy.

  "Beg for it."

  A sadistic smile spreads across your face as my eyes widen in frustration.

  "Please! Fuck me...I'll do anything! Use me like the slut that I am!" I cry out.

  You laugh harshly and thrust your hard cock into me, getting into a rhythm, one hand tightly in my hair lest I should forget for whose pleasure this is intended. The pain of your roughness is equalled by the waves of pleasure that surge through my limp body; and oh, to relive that sinful night again and again...you are breathing heavily, shaking with lust, and a primitive snarl escapes your lips as you cum, deep, emphatic strokes. Numb and breathless, I lie beneath you like a rag doll.

  "Good girl," you murmur, pulling me close. And we entwine ourselves in a tangle of sweat and heat and love as the night slips away above us, the opaline moon merely a sliver in the black velvet cloak of the sky.

  The End.

  Show Stopper

  It was a warm summer morning, and I was on my way to a small conference about an hour from home.

  I had my car packed up, plenty of water and I picked a simple black and white dress that didn't cling so I'd stay cool. Underneath
I had on a black bra and thong panties. No stockings. Of course, I had on my high-heeled sandals that stretch my calf muscles making my legs look long and lean.

  When I arrived, the entire room was buzzing with mostly women getting their tables set up. I'm always pleasant with my 'booth' neighbors but only to a point. I normally keep my distance, finish up the day and go home.

  There's always one person who starts the introductions, and usually, that's not me, but today for some reason I was drawn to say hello to the young woman at the booth across from mine.

  I'm in my early fifties with great skin, long hair and green, bedroom eyes. I keep physically fit and look about 10-15 years younger than I actually am. I think it has to do with marrying a man 10 years my junior who has a voracious sexual appetite. I've always enjoyed sex and since being married have come to enjoy all different things in the privacy of our bedroom.

  The girl was wearing a blue printed dress with high-heeled patent leather pumps. She had medium brown hair that cascaded down around her shoulders, a cute little pushed up nose, big brown eyes with long lashes and a killer body. She was adorable, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

  She came over and introduced herself with her bubbliest smile. "Hi, my name is Jamie."

  I smiled back continuing to put up my display and answered her by saying "Hey, I'm Andrea."

  "Can I help you set up?" she asked.

  "No thanks. I've got it." She went back across the aisle and I finished my set up.

  A little while later she asked me if I wanted some water.

  I graciously accepted and we began to talk.

  I learned that she was in her late twenties and living on her own. She was having boyfriend issues (but what twenty-something girl isn't?) and I sensed she was seeking some type of council from me. I listened carefully while she recanted her tales.

  I kept looking at her sweet face and couldn't get over how attractive she was. If I had to confess, I did sneak a peek or two at her breasts and legs while she was talking.

  Of course, in true woman to women conversation, their sex life came up. She told me she and her guy were compatible sexually and had a great time in bed.

  We giggled, like girls do, and I told her "Wait it gets even better!"

  There was some kind of connection between us. Sometimes you just meet another woman who you click with and Jamie was one of them. We continued talking for a long time before the show started and then ran back to our tables before they opened the doors promising to spend our lunch time together.

  By lunchtime we were exhausted from being on our feet.

  Jamie came over and said "Let's grab a sandwich and then we can go rest in my room if you like."

  "Great" I said.

  It was too hot to eat, so we had a quick nibble and headed back to her room in the hotel.

  When we entered the room, it had just been made up. It was cool from the air conditioning and dark. So inviting.

  "Wow, this is nice." I said.

  She replied "My company always puts me up when I travel."

  "I'll keep that in mind." I said with a little giggle.

  Then we just stood there looking at one another saying nothing. She took me in with her hooded eyes and I couldn't stop looking at her hungry mouth. One that gave me the unfamiliar desire to sample. I moved closer to her not sure what to do, but knew I was about to kiss her. She knew it too and came closer to meet my embrace.

  I touched her long, silky, hair and ran my hands down her back. I kissed her gently at first and then gently parted her lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She opened her lips eagerly, and it was heaven. We kissed and touched exploring each other bodies through our clothes.

  Although we were both novices with other women, instinct took over with each move, and I unzipped her dress. She shivered and pulled slightly away, but I knew that while she may think this whole thing was as unbelievable as I did, she didn't resist enough for me to stop.

  She stood there in her heels, bra and panties. I touched her ass with my hand. It was smooth and full. I cupped her ass in my hand and then slid my fingers down over its curve and lightly touched her between her legs. She cooed.

  Jamie then began to unzip my dress and whispered "Are you sure we should do this."

  I answered her "No, but why not."

  I felt totally in control although I was reeling from just touching her bottom. She was magnetic, and I couldn't draw myself away.

  Her chest was heaving with excitement when I unhooked her bra. I gently touched her breast and rolled the nipple gently between my fingers. My panties were soaked with my own desires.

  Exploring her body was incredible. I dropped my hand between her legs and ran my finger along her pussy on top of her panties. She too was dripping. Her belly was tight and her waist tiny. My fingers looped the string of her thong and I slowly pulled it down over her ankles and feet. I drank in every ounce of her with my eyes.

  Time was ticking away, and we had no clue how long we had been away from our respective work responsibilities, but at that moment it didn't matter.

  She said, "Get undressed". "Hurry."

  Before I knew it we were both naked and in between her cool, white sheets.

  "You are beautiful. Soft." I told her.

  She moaned in her throat as I continued to touch her back and fantastic ass. I sucked her nipples and gently nibbled on them. It was delectable and she tasted wonderful.

  She touched my breast and then lowered her head to suck them. My labia were swollen and while I wanted to savor every moment, I was ready to burst.

  The moments were flying by with intensity. We were passionately kissing when I sought out her pussy with my fingers. I explored her clit with my fingers rubbing it the way I liked mine rubbed. When I sensed her heighten, I entered her with my finger. It was soft and warm inside. I slid my finger in and out slowly letting it linger at the opening. She was writhing with pleasure begging for release. I rubbed her clit for a few more moments, slipped my finger into her juicy hole and she came. Her body rocked with pleasure, and I could feel her pussy sucking my fingers. When I took them from her warm body, I licked them and kissed her beautiful mouth.

  She grabbed me and pulled me between her legs. I began humping her rubbing myself against her seeking my own nirvana. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked it hard. I looked down into her eyes our mounds pressed together. I was crazy for her at that moment and she knew it.

  Jamie rolled out from beneath me and rolled me onto my back. She gave me a devilish smile and lowered her face between my legs. She began to lick me. Carefully at first and then it was no holes barred. She ate me. Licking and sucking me in just the right spots. I felt my back arch for more and before I knew it I was screaming with pleasure. I was cumming in her mouth and held her head until I was sated.

  We fell apart spent. Realizing we'd spent far too long on our lunch break, we quickly dressed and ran back to the show. Of course, we exchanged numbers and promised to meet again soon.

  The End.

  My Incubus

  I have an incubus, and he visits me while I sleep. I know he comes to me because I cum in my sleep. I'll be dozing, especially when I first fall asleep. I'm curled up on my side, alone, feeling the emptiness of my bed.

  Slowly, sleepily, incipiently I feel a presence join me. I feel him slip into my bed like a shadow. Then gently, so gently, I feel the shadow reach out and caress me. He touches me softly, slowly, on my arm or shoulder. Soon he begins to tickle my neck. Then I feel him slide his hand more insistently down toward my breast. He starts to stroke it lightly, then more firmly. Finally he is massaging it, and my nipple starts to respond, to harden. He fingers my areola, stiffening the nub between playful fingers. I feel myself stir, and move toward him. My breath starts to quicken, and my heart starts to race. After a few minutes, I instinctively roll so he is touching my other breast, and the pinching and twisting is quicker, more insistent. Soon both my nipples are standing at attention, an
d aching, wishing for more.

  A few minutes pass, and then I feel breath on my nipple, warm air blown across. A tongue darts out, and the tip touches the tip of my stiff nipple. I arch toward it. The tongue starts to dance across my nipple, making it even harder and stiffer and redder. I turn wanting this attention on my other nipple, and he complies. My incubus is a compliant kind of fellow. Licking and tickling turn to sucking and biting, bruising my huge swelling melons. I arch toward him, but if I am too quick about it, he vanishes. He is an incubus after all.

  Soon I feel another hand stroking forward, reaching toward my thighs. I know where he is going, and I am glad he is. I feel the air moving across my thigh, and know it is his hand caressing me. I feel the warmth of his fingers reaching for my heat. Slowly, slowly, slowly he reaches for my bush. I push my hips forward, but he is in no hurry. He has all night, or at least until the sun rises. But I am impatient. He shushes me to slow down just by his breath in my ear.

  I toss and turn, trying to feel all of him. If I try too hard, he disappears, so I have learned to be patient, and let him go at his pace. Sometimes if I am too hurried, I roll right through him, so I lay back and let him play with me.

  It is strange to be fucked by a ghost, to be made love to by a shadow, to be embraced by air and nothing, but I know he is something and he is here, holding me, ravaging me, touching me. I never hear him speak, and I'm not sure he is on this plane. Maybe he doesn't speak English? Maybe he doesn't speak human at all? But I know he is real, because I wake up with his spunk in me, my juices mixed with his.

  If I am really patient, and stop rushing, he will run those air-like hands all over me, brushing my breasts and belly and thighs. He will slip a finger into me, and then maybe another and another. I can arch up to him, but not too hard, or he will pass right through me and be gone. If I ride his fingers slowly, I can cum over and over and over, arching toward nothing, but feeling something. He makes me squirm and cream and clench.