Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  Taking hold of the bottom of her dress she slowly pulled it over her head, in the brief time she had her eyes covered Craig had moved in behind her. Quickly he whipped his shirt off and wrapped his hand around her firm stomach pulling her against him.

  "I... I said you could go now." She tried to sound angry but with his fingers tweaking at her nipples it was hard to keep her cool. Keeping his fingers on her nipple he turned her around and lifted her chin forcing her to look up at him.

  "I'm gonna go when you've fucked my brains out and as you can see..." he tapped his head before continuing "... its still here." Cupping her breast in his hand he carried on speaking. "So seeing as I'm going to be here, I might as well take a shower!"

  She let Craig take hold of her hand and pull her into the large shower area before he closed the door behind them. She turned on the shower enjoying the warm water rush over her body for a brief moment, she actually forgotten she wasn't alone. Craig meanwhile was enjoying himself immensely as he watched the water bounce off her firm body. He walked around to face her knowing that she could sense him, but she continued to ignore him. Picking up the shower gel he poured some onto his fingers before reaching out to her taunt stomach, rubbing the lotion into a lather.

  Caroline shuddered from the initial impact of his fingertips, but his soothing circular motions soon had her letting out small mews of pleasure. He avoided her breasts and moved to her shoulder and neck massaging them using the same technique his trainers had used on him in his playing days.

  When he pressed down with his thumbs on a couple of pressure points, she let out a small groan; he had used the same technique on every girl he had been out with and he never regretted it.

  Gradually his fingers deftly moved towards her breasts before moving back to her neck. Caroline was starting to get annoyed, being so close to orgasm. His sensitive fingers were taking her close to the brink but each time he moved down toward her breasts he deliberately avoided them.

  When he pulled away from her she was ready to jump him but she was saved when she felt his hands cradle her ass. He focused on one cheek at a time, straying dangerously close to her rose but withdrawing at the last second.

  As time passed he got more forceful touching her pussy lips then moving to her asshole, she was starting to get used to his hands when he took it to the next level.

  Moving towards her rosebud he forced a thumb inside, hearing her swear loudly as her muscles tried to relax around the intrusion. This was a new experience for her but his forceful nature was a big turn on for her.

  His other hand was working on her pussy, flicking her clit before pushing his finger inside in synch with the thumb in her ass. When he felt her ass relax around his thumb he moved his hand from her pussy to her ass and forced his other thumb alongside it inside her ass.

  "Wh... what are you doing?" she grunted at him in pain as he slowly stretched out her asshole. He decided to not tell her what his plan was as he doubted it would help her relax.

  Keeping his thumbs in her ass he stood up he quickly pulled them out and replaced them with his cock.

  "Please... w...wait..." her panicked pleas weren't enough for him as she felt her tight asshole split to accept his cock. "Ahhh fuck..." she hissed as he continued to push forwards.

  Squirting more shower gel onto his exposed cock he feed his length into her not stopping until his groin met her firm ass. Looking down he admired her tight anal muscles as they stretched around his cock. Trying to relax, Caroline continued to grunt, yet all he could do was grin.

  "I always wondered what 'your mouth shouldn't write cheques that your ass can't cash' meant, and now I know!" he sniggered as her muscles slowly started to relax, freeing his cock from her vice like grip.

  Pulling his shaft from her he applied more gel before pushing back in, this time his passage was far smoother and her satisfied groan told him she enjoyed it too. Now with her ass more used to his cock he began to pick up speed.

  In between each grunt Caroline was starting to enjoy the full feeling of her ass, the hot water cascaded down on the two of them. The steam rising up blocked her view of everything that was happening but she was definitely feeling it.

  "Oh God!... fuck my ass," she grunted as she pulled her nipple. "I'm sooo close..."

  "How does the world number one like my cock in her ass?" he sneered at her whilst he pulled her hair forcing her back to arch.

  Slapping her ass he buried his cock her ass and stopped, "I'm waiting for an answer?"

  Caroline grunted in anger, she needed his cock but she didn't want to beg for him, she was too proud. It was at this point that he slowly pulled his cock from her ass until his tip was the only part left in her ass.

  "Shove that cock inside me... I'm soo close..." she screamed as he took a hold of her nipple and tweaked. The sharp pain set off a trigger inside her and she totally lost control.

  Her pussy spasmed as her legs shuddered violently, she would have fallen to the floor but his arms hooked underneath her stomach keeping her upright.

  Craig kept on thrusting in but he knew he couldn't last much longer, with her ass muscles flexing around his cock sending him into overdrive.

  "Fuck I'm cummin..." He grunted as Caroline could only murmur in response.

  Burying his cock in her ass he let loose load after load filling her ass as her orgasm started to finally fade.

  She slumped forward resting against the glass feeling his swollen cock twitch inside her as he gradually stopped spurting.

  Turning her around to face him he slowly dropped to the floor pulling her down with him as he kissed her neck and face whilst she continued to shudder. Feeling the water rush off them he continued to grin inanely.

  "Now if you did that to all the journalists, none of them would ever say a bad word to you ever again." Craig chuckled as he punctuated each word with a kiss.

  Caroline let out a feeble laugh, she would have said a witty remark but she was too tired to do anything but rest her head on his chest. For the next ten minutes Craig let her rest as he slowly began to stroke her body, massaging the shower gel into her skin, focusing on her breasts and pussy as she murmured in pleasure.

  It took them another half an hour until they could finally leave the shower under they own power. Having spent that amount of time naked with a woman he had fantasized about daily, Craig was now ready for round three.

  When they got into the bedroom he watched as Caroline dropped onto the bed. Unable to resist the temptation he quickly followed suite. He slowly moved on top of her, letting his cock force its way inside her whilst he showered her face and neck with kisses.

  Having cum twice already Craig took his time slowly moving in and out of her whilst she moaned in pleasure. Moving to her pert breasts he took them in his mouth, sucking on them as he gently increase his pace.

  Wrapped in each others arms Caroline could feel herself getting closer to her climax. As he tensed, she scratched at his back and pulled him closer letting the pleasure wash over her.

  Whilst she climaxed, Craig continued to thrust in and out, kissing her cute face wrinkled in pleasure. Rolling over onto his back he pulled her with him as he let his climax take hold of him, filling her up for the third time that day. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her on the cheek, "best hour ever!" he laughed as Caroline rolled away from him.

  "Alright then there's the door, use it." she looked at him with distain on her face.

  "Come on, how about the last hour? I think you enjoyed it too." he kissed her brow as he flicked her nipple.

  "I lost to you on purpose, I just needed a cock and you were the best looking guy I could find." she pushed him away from her as she closed her eyes signalling the end of her conversation.

  "Ahh so now you think I look hot..." he shrugged. "I'll take that, I'll just write down my number so when you get better at tennis you can give me a call." he laughed again as he pulled on his clothes.

  Writing his number on the pad he opened the door
. Smiling he reached for his phone and turned around as he took a picture of Caroline naked on the bed. Three pictures later and her eyes flickered open. Knowing his luck was up he ran with her protests ringing in his ears.

  "Game. Set. Match. Mr. Craig Masters!"

  The End.

  She Sleeps

  She was asleep in my bed.

  This was not the first sleep-over we'd had, but it was the first where I'd finally gotten what I wanted... gotten a taste.

  She was wearing my clothes. A grey tank top and blue shorts. I was a curvy size Large, she a svelte Small; my clothes fit loosely on her tiny frame, revealing her silky black bra. I couldn't help but focus on her plump, smooth breasts sloping into that bra, imagining down to her luscious pink nipples. I've always longed to taste them. Feel them hardening at the prodding of my tongue, perhaps lightly scraping them with my teeth sending shivers down her spine...

  I debated whether or not to wake her up. To tell her I needed her sweet juices in my mouth. I chose to lean down and begin kissing her neck, slowly waking her up to my lips. She made a sweet, low mixture of moan and yawn. She was slightly confused, and asked me what I was doing. I didn't answer, grabbed her wrists, pinned her to my bed, and continued to kiss her neck. My lips brushed her bronzed skin, over her collar bones. The feeling of the bones under my tongue and lips sent warm jolts down my spine, causing my cunt to begin dripping for her.

  She was about to quietly protest, as I moved both of her wrists into one hand, and used the other to pull her bra down to expose her beautiful breasts. I teased my tongue around her nipple, not quite letting it touch as she started to let little moans slip. I rolled her other nipple between my thumb and index finger, feeling it erect to my touch. I allowed my tongue to touch her nipple, which caused her body to begin to sway. I knew she was about to completely be under my control.

  I lead her up from my bed and made her stand with her arms above her head. At a tortuously slow pace, I pulled the shirt over and off of her. Then, unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall at her feet, exposing her bright pink, erect nipples. I removed the shorts, leaving her nearly naked. There she stood, in my room, only in white panties, with a rapidly growing wet spot between her slender thighs.

  I took a small piece of rope, laid her down, and tied her hands to my bed frame. I stood in front of her, making sure she watched my every move as I undressed. Once I was down to just my panties, I turned around. I slowly bent down while pulling them off, so that she would get a full view of my ass and dripping cunt. I straddled her face with my thick thighs, my peach colored pussy just above her mouth, and said, "Lick". I felt her tongue swirl around my lips, covering her mouth with my wetness. As her tongue began to find its way to my clit, I felt my body begin to head towards climax. I got off of her face before it happened, deciding to save it until we could cum together.

  I kissed her, tasting my own delicious cunt on her mouth. I kissed down her neck, chest, stomach, until I was right above the line of her panties. I was making extra sure to torture her, to make her beg for me. I grabbed scissors, in order to cut her panties off of her. I grazed the blade up her outer right thigh, up to where the panties met her hip. I carefully began cutting them, making sure the blade weighed heavy on her skin, reminding her that I could cut her if I wanted to. I cut the left side as well. Now they were only attached around her hot, wet cunt. I grabbed the cloth at her cunt, and pulled the tattered remains of the panties away. She was so beyond ready that every touch of mine sent her shaking and moaning, her body begging me to fuck her.

  I easily slipped my fingers into her, feeling her wetness gush out onto my hand. She gasped as I fingered up to her g-spot. I used my other hand to finger myself, moaning in tandem with her. I then licked her outer lips, moving closer and closer to her clit, nearly sending her over the edge. I got her as close to climax as possible, until she could barely take it any longer... and then I stopped. She moaned and moaned, begging me to continue.

  I slid my legs between hers, and let our cunts kiss. I started grinding against her, rubbing my clit against hers. We were both moaning, both of our bodies ready to cum. I rode her hard and fast, then sweet and slowly, pacing it so that we could last longer.

  Finally, wetness dripping down our thighs, we both came, moaning loudly for each other. Her hands strained against the ropes that bound her to my bed frame, as she longed to rub her own nipples, like I did to myself. After cumming, I untied her, and we kissed for a good 15 minutes, completely soaking each other's naked bodies in. We shared smiles and I told her,

  "You will be rewarded again for being such a good girl."

  The End.

  A Dark, Carnal Knight

  They were sitting on the edge of the bed when he eased her onto her back and ably moved to his knees on the floor in front of her. He blithely pushed her mini skirt from her thighs to her waist and gently opened her legs. As she lay on her back she felt his warm breath between her legs and began to relax just a little. She loved his kisses on the inside of her thighs and anticipated the little jolts of erotic electricity that would soon flow through her brain as his tongue created the desire for sex in her mind. She knew she would ultimately give in to his lustful, teasing, tongue poking and prodding the folds of her pussy. She especially liked it when he twirled the piercing in her pussy.

  The second man watched intently and decided to move around to the back of the bed. He began to caress her neck and slowly opened the buttons on the black mesh-backed vest that covered her breasts. As he opened the last button, he draped the vest on either side of her and she allowed his hands to slowly massage her breasts. Her nipples responded to his hands as he lowered his lips to hers. She was now surrounded by two men, one white, and one black, who were beginning to control and direct her own lustful feelings.

  They arrived at the club early in the evening. The plan was to have dinner, a few drinks and enjoy the rest of the evening dancing and socializing. The club suited them well. It was an environment that allowed its members to express their sexuality. It was a private establishment designed to allow men and women uninhibited freedoms not found or legally allowed in normal nightclubs.

  The club provided an elevated dining area that seated 100 guests, a large dance floor, a DJ booth, a large U-shaped bar that would serve 50 members without a wait, a section of pub tables and bar stools adjacent to the dance floor, a dozen private rooms and a large hot tub completed the furnishings. The place was well designed.

  Tom and Lori found a table for two in the dimly lit dining area. Dinner was punctuated by longing gazes and flirtatious comments. They ate dinner, talked for a while and then moved down to find a pub table between the dance floor and the bar. The drinks began to create a sexy, fun mood in both of them as Tom admired every inch of his beautiful wife. He told her frequently that she was the hottest woman on the planet. Lori was a terrific and sexy woman to be with and Tom appreciated every moment.

  A few drinks and several dances later, Tom was ready to attack Lori right on the dance floor. Lori was dressed in a tight, low cut, black shirt, covered with a buttoned, black vest, a gray and black patterned mini-skirt with stockings and heels to finish the look. And what a look it was. Simply sexy. Some women might describe it as cute but, 'hot as hell, come get me', was the message to most men.

  They chatted with the barkeep and a few other folks but didn't envision anything serious happening with each other until they could no longer stand the hip grinding, flirty, dirty dancing. Apparently Tom wasn't the only person to notice Lori as a guy named Leon stopped at their table to introduce himself and ask Lori to dance. After the dance, Leon walked Lori back to the table and the three of them settled into a get-to-know-you conversation. Leon was an easy going guy who recently retired from the Marine Corps. He seemed more than happy to spend the evening with them to at least dance with Lori a few more times. Leon was quick-witted and the three of them conversed comfortably.

  Tom sensed Leon's attraction to Lori and decided to inc
rease the intensity and excitement of the evening. At some point during the conversation, Lori excused herself to use the ladies room when Tom whispered in her ear and asked her to remove her shirt, panties and stockings while she was away. He wanted to gauge Leon's interest and watch his reaction when she returned.

  When Lori returned, Leon and Tom were talking and it took a few minutes for Leon to notice that several key pieces of her attire were missing. The most striking visual draw was the fact that the three-buttoned black vest only partially covered her breasts. Without a bra or shirt, Tom had given Leon plenty of reason to now notice Lori a bit more intimately. After a few more minutes of conversation, the three of them decided to dance. Lori had two very interested men dancing with her. With a guy in front and one behind her the frequent touches and rubs from their bodies as they danced created more than a little warmth on the dance floor. As the song ended, she felt flushed from the contact of two men who virtually imprisoned her on the dance floor. She was happy to return to the table to light a cigarette and cool down.

  After a short break and with very little prompting, all three of them returned to the dance floor with the next series of lyrically charged dance tunes. Again, to ante up the moment, during one song, Tom opened the buttons on Lori's vest and while she didn't verbally object, she gave Tom that 'what are you up to' smirk. With her breast completely exposed and the music filling the room, he turned her around to face Leon. His eyes were glued to her chest and his reaction was one of surprise and delight when he looked over her shoulder with a thank you nod to Tom. The dancing only became hotter. As the song ended, Lori buttoned her vest and the three of them returned to the table.