Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "Hard to recall. Four or five?" he said, smiling.

  She slapped him again.

  "I should have called the cops and reporting you for unlawful imprisonment, or something," she said.

  "That would have been an interesting police incident for us to report in our newspaper," he said, smiling still.

  "Have I done something to you that causes you to enjoy torturing me like this?" she said.

  "No, but I think you were about to before I left earlier," he said, moving in closer.

  Now it was her turn to laugh.

  "You think you're going to get me to come near you now? You aren't arrogant. You're insane. That's what you are," she said.

  "Now get out of my way," she said.

  "You're leaving like that?" he said, eyeing her in her corset and stockings, dress in hand.

  "I'll get dressed in the elevator. I just want to get the fuck out of here," she said.

  "Ok," he said.

  "Move," she said, as he stood in the way of her and the door.

  "No," he said.

  "I'm serious," she said.

  "So am I," he said, smiling at her.

  She tried to move around him and he blocked her. Then the other side, and he blocked her again.

  She dropped her dress now and tried to push him out of the way, pushing hard, and pounding at him with her fists, and he took her elbows and pushed her back into the room, against his desk, kicking the door to his office closed behind him.

  "No, no," she said.

  "Get the fuck off of me," she said.

  He ignored her, holding her, scratching and kicking, against his body, onto the desk, and his body was hot against her through his buttoned shirt, and his fingers found her hair and holding her head still, his tongue found her mouth.

  She fought him, but his tongue was urgent and aggressive, his hands holding tightly to her hips, lifting them to his, and she still fought and pushed at him, but couldn't catch her breath.

  She felt his fingers digging into her panties, pulling at them, too fast, so fast, it was all happening, and yet her scratching fingers now dug into his back, wanting his tongue deeper, deeper in her mouth.

  His fingers holding onto her hips tightly, digging into her ass, and she was lifting her hips into the air now, to meet his waist, his body pressed between her legs.

  And as she felt his fingers reach the edge of her panties, and start to pull at them, pulling them down, her earlier humiliation flashed back, all her anger, her resentment at him getting the best of her.

  It shot a clean arrow through the haze of her aching turn on and she pushed him back.

  "Stop!" she said.

  "What?" he said.

  "You don't deserve this," she said.

  He moved in closer to her again.

  With his fingers, he easily pulled at the black satin ribbon busting at the seams that was holding her corset together.

  "You're right. I don't," he said quietly.

  "But that doesn't mean I don't want it anyway," he said, gently rocking between her legs.

  "That doesn't mean I didn't think about doing this, only this, the whole time I was gone. The whole time I was having drinks, I was thinking, I can't wait to get back to my office and unwrap the rest of my present," he said.

  He pushed open the corset; his hands all over and inside it, finding her nipples, feeling her hips roll and writhe, her hands reaching to unbutton his pants.

  "I was thinking, I can't wait to get back to this office and..." he said.

  "And what?" she whispered.

  Again he tried to pull her panties off and she evaded him by sliding down off the desk and pulling his pants open.

  The speed and hunger with which her mouth swallowed his dick, sucking it, and licking it, almost literally knocked him off his feet. He stumbled backward and held onto the desk for stability. His already aching dick had been so ready to fuck her and now he was trying to hold onto control with her feverish tongue working him. Looking down at her on the floor beneath him, his fingers knotted in her hair, her breasts spilling out of her loosened corset, her knees spread.

  He let her go for a few minutes but had to stop her, this wasn't what he wanted right now. There was only one thing he wanted.

  He pulled her from the floor, fighting him, pushing her onto the desk again, this time, losing no time in undoing her garters and pulling her panties to the floor.

  But still there was something more he needed.

  "You know, you shouldn't wear red lipstick like that," he said.

  "Why not?" she asked.

  "Because it makes you look like a whore," he said.

  "Fuck you!" she said, but she had to laugh.

  "You just want me to slap you again," she said, "don't you?"

  "Yes," he said.

  She slapped him in the face again.

  "I'll slap you. I owe you a lot of them," she said.

  "So go ahead," he said.

  She slapped him again, and this time it was enough. He caught her hand on the third time just as he slid his hard dick inside her soaking pussy.

  It was all hard, it was all fast, and as he pounded himself into her, he said more things, more things he shouldn't have, and she fought him, slapped him, and kissed him hard, swallowing and sucking his tongue, his rude, rude mouth.

  She slapped and scratched him, fought him until he fucked her into coming multiple times in a row and she could no longer put the concept together in her head. Her legs tightly wrapped around him, bouncing her back and forth on top of his desk, and he was so close, watching her bounce up and down, her nipples pointed at the ceiling.

  And she could sense he was close, so close, she climbed her shaking self up his body, working his mouth gently now, whispering in it.

  "You liked tying me up, didn't you," she whispered.

  He nodded gently, still fucking her, inching closer, closer.

  "You liked knowing I was struggling against that cord, knowing you had me in your control, knowing you knew my head better than I did," she whispered.

  "I do," he whispered back.

  "All that time, I was so angry, but I just kept getting turned on, thinking about you coming back, and doing this. Thinking about the pain in my wrists from you keeping me bound to the chair," she said.

  "I know," he said.

  "Next time you want me to slap you, you can just ask," she whispered into his mouth.

  On the edge of his huge orgasm, he said:

  "Slap me. Hard."

  And as she did, he came for what felt like an hour. He felt as spent as if he did. His heart thundered.

  "So your birthday present is trying to kill me?" he said, after it was quiet.

  "This coming from the person who did his best to try to make me want to kill him?" she said.

  "Fair point," he said.

  She'd tied up the front of her corset again, and he toyed with the ribbon.

  "Can you wear this for your birthday?" he said.

  "Do you like it?" she said.

  "No, I hate it. So much I'm going to rip it off you in disgust right now," he said.

  She laughed.

  "But aside from that, I'm thinking this black satin ribbon would make a great blindfold," he said, undoing the ribbon again.

  The End.

  Swapping Brides

  Adam always enjoyed it when he discovered that Alyssa was coming to stay for the week. She was a terrific cook. She was very easy going and funny, a terrific companion. With her long blonde hair, sexy legs and pouty, full lips, and light blue eyes, she was most assuredly easy on the eyes. Right now, stretched out on the couch while reading a magazine, she was wearing a very pretty piece of black lingerie and heels. Alyssa practically lived in lingerie and despite her 5'9" height; she would not have been caught dead in anything less than 3-inch heels. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and she loved sex, he knew that. They talked about sex all the time. She was very open and friendly, nothing was a taboo subje
ct to her. She was a terrible flirt and Adam was very drawn to the 27-year old.

  Yet Adam had never made a move on Alyssa, nor had she approached him. Despite the circumstances that had brought the two of them together, their relationship had remained pure, almost chaste.

  Adam Austin had met Alyssa Diamont through his wife and Alyssa's husband, Jack. Jack and Nessa worked together and seemed to be turning into fast friends. They lunched together every day, but Adam wasn't troubled by that in the slightest. He and Nessa had been married for nearly a decade. They adored each other. He trusted her implicitly.

  Maybe, upon reflection, he shouldn't have.

  "We want to have an affair," Nessa told her husband and Alyssa one evening when the Diamonts' were over to dinner. "Jack and I really feel this -- incredible sexual chemistry and we know we're going to act on it eventually. We just don't want to do it behind your backs, so we're coming to you now before anything occurs."

  "Oh, so we're supposed to just let you two fuck and not have a problem with it?" Alyssa said, her rage showing on her face. In the few times that Adam had been with Alyssa, he had never seen her anything less than charming and convivial. Now he could see that this was not the kind of woman you messed with if you were smart.

  "It's going to happen Alyssa, whether you like it or not," Jack told his wife. Adam was pushing down his own anger and the urge to punch Jack Diamont in the mouth. He couldn't really warm to the man and never understood what his wife saw in the guy, although he supposed that Jack was good looking enough, in a roguish, Charlie Sheen kind-of way.

  "Hear us out, please," Nessa asked her husband and Alyssa. "The four of us have both been married for nearly a decade. We four married young and haven't really been with anyone else. Jack and I have grown closer at work and we were talking to a few of our colleagues who told us -- well, quite frankly, they told us that they're swingers."

  Alyssa was glaring at her husband who seemed to have a perpetually-bemused smile on his face. Adam resisted the urge to wipe it off with his fists and instead, he kept focused on Nessa. Truth be told, he wasn't much more thrilled about this turn of events than she was.

  "They told us that they've had sex with a few other couples and it's kept the spice in their marriage," Nessa further explained. "Whenever they feel the need, they call up one of their couple friends or go to a party and let go of their inhibitions. When they return to their mates, they're sexually charged and they don't feel any need to cheat. It's all out in the open and all partners benefit," she told Alyssa and Adam.

  "Why the hell should Adam or I go along with this?" Alyssa fumed.

  Her husband's answer almost made Adam want to leap up and throttle him. "Because everything we own is in my name, I make all of the money and you like to spend it," he said with a smug tone. "Besides, you've told me that you think Adam is attractive and you know that I've told you if I were single, Nessa is the kind of woman I'd go after. This way, everyone gets what they want and we all win."

  "You're probably wondering why you should agree to all of this, aren't you Adam?" Nessa smiled. She walked over to her husband. "Because darling, I was your first. You've never been with another woman and look at Alyssa. She's sensual and leggy and so intense. If I swung with women, I'd go for her in a shot. Here's your chance -- so why shouldn't we all give it a try and see how it goes? If it doesn't work, we can always just stop."

  Adam knew better than to argue with Nessa when her mind was set on something. In most ways, she was a perfect wife and an incredible lover. She was far more sexual than he was, so he told her if that's what she wanted, she could try it. Alyssa pulled him into the kitchen and wanted a word with him. "I'm really not happy with any of this," she said to him. "Please don't think you're unattractive, if I happened to be single, I would go after you. You are a warm, good-looking man. But I simply don't want my husband screwing another woman."

  Adam sighed. "I don't want this either," he told his friend. "But we both know that if we don't agree to this, they'll just sneak around behind our backs and do it anyway. This way at least we can keep the lines of communication open. Let's just let them try it and maybe they'll get it out of their system. You and I don't have to do anything we don't want to do, we won't play their game. I promise that I won't lay a hand on you, okay?" He grinned. Alyssa nodded and the two of them went back to tell their spouses they agreed to their terms.

  It didn't get it out of their systems. Almost once a month, Nessa seemed to want to be with Jack, she told Adam that he was like a rutting bull in bed. "I like the slow, sensual way you make love darling," she would tell Adam, "But he fucks like a machine and sometimes a girl just needs that."

  They finally agreed that once a month or so, the couples would change homes instead of going back and forth constantly. Alyssa came to stay with Jack and he got to looking forward to her visits. She always cooked fabulous meals, brought DVDs he hadn't seen and she became a good friend. She flirted with him outrageously. "You know darling, if you ever want to break our little agreement, I might be willing to go along with that," she would tease him. "Why should they have all the fun?"

  "You and I are different people than they are," Adam would argue. "Their moral fiber isn't the same as ours, they live for thrills. We're more practical and down to earth. We just aren't the kind of people who cheat."

  "Aren't you the least bit curious?" Alyssa would smile. She had an alluring smile, he could see that much.

  "If I wasn't married, I'd be all over you," Adam answered her honestly. "You're funny and personable and ..."

  "You forgot sexy," Alyssa pouted.

  "Of course you're sexy and you know damned well that you are," Adam grinned. "I honestly don't understand your husband, he's got someone like you at home and he's still looking at other women. I know why my wife does the things she does, everything Nessa does is based on impulse. She was even the one that proposed to me," he told Alyssa.

  "I didn't know that," Alyssa said, surprised at this revelation.

  Adam nodded. "We'd only been going out 6 months. I was only 20 and she was just 19. Nessa told me she was sure I was the guy for her and she wanted us to get married. My friends told me I was nuts if I didn't go for it, she was blonde and gorgeous and her family had money. She got me a job working for her father's company and that was it. Now I think we might have been better off if we'd had some more experience."

  "Probably. I married Jack because he was good in bed and because I wanted to get the hell out of my parent's home," Alyssa told Adam. "They both had alcohol problems and growing up was a nightmare. Aren't we a pair though?" She hugged Adam.

  This night, they were just done watching a few episodes of a Britcom they both enjoyed when Nessa stormed into the house. The look on her face said it all. She was absolutely livid.

  "That bastard," she swore, throwing her coat to the floor and her face contorted with rage. "That lousy, cheating, lying motherfucking creep!"

  Alyssa was sitting beside Adam on the couch. Tonight she was all in clingy, sexy black lingerie and looked very tempting. There was also a bemused smile on Alyssa's face that puzzled Adam. "I take it something went wrong?" She said to Nessa in a cool tone that indicated she knew more than she had let on.

  "Your husband ..." Nessa fumed "... is a liar and a cheat. It's not enough he gets to fuck me and he gets to fuck you, he's fucking two other girls at work and a couple of customers and he might even have a mistress on the side."

  "My husband is a prick," Alyssa chuckled. "I realized that months ago. I wondered when you would finally catch on."

  Nessa kicked off her shoes. She was wearing a very pretty dress and stockings and it was obvious she had been planning a night of hot sex with her lover. "So how can you possibly keep fucking that prick?" She asked Alyssa.

  "I'm not," the other blonde answered honestly. "I haven't had sex with my husband since the day he made this little proposal. I told him he was free to do whatever he wanted with anyone else but he wasn't getting withi
n an inch of me ever again."

  "I guess you're a lot smarter than I am," Nessa sighed. "Oh well, at least you've got Adam to fall back on."

  "No, she doesn't," Adam spoke up. "We haven't had sex either."

  Nessa looked at them both as if they were insane. "All this time and the two of you haven't fucked? Why the hell not?"

  "Because neither of us really wanted this agreement and we thought we'd just let the two of you get it out of your systems," Adam said, a bit of righteous indignation finally creeping into his voice. "And now it seems it has."

  "I felt the same way at first," Alyssa spoke up. "But lately, I've made some flirtatious overtures -- but he's just brushed them aside. He hasn't responded to any of them."

  Nessa looked at her husband as if he was insane. "Again I ask -- why the hell not?"

  "I thought she was only teasing me," Adam said.

  "Sweetheart, when a woman dresses like that and she's as gorgeous as Alyssa, she isn't teasing," Nessa sighed. "I've been an idiot and so have you. I love you and you're right, it's out of my system. As for you -- don't be an idiot, the woman's interested. Go for it -- it's only right after everything that I've done to the both of you. I'm going to have something to eat, have a drink -- maybe even several drinks. You two go upstairs and fuck -- and if I don't hear you, you aren't doing it right. Alyssa, show my husband a good time. Adam, if you complain, I'm going to hit you over the head with a frying pan. You have my blessing, it isn't cheating, so go and do what you've probably wanted to do for several weeks now!"

  Adam looked at Alyssa and for the first time, he actually allowed himself to think of her as a sexual partner. She was lovely and willing and truth be told, he had nearly succumbed on a few occasions. Not only that, there was a small, petty part of him that wanted to get something that Jack wasn't by fucking the slender, long-legged blonde.

  Alyssa walked over to him and took his hand. She led him upstairs without saying a word and into his bedroom. They had slept together on one previous occasion, when the heat had gone out and they had huddled together for warmth. That had been a difficult night for Adam but he'd managed to quell his urges. That would not be necessary on this occasion.