Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  You must be reading my thoughts because you establish dominance once again. You have the sleep mask in your hand again and you pull it over my head and effectively cut off my sight. I hear you breathe a sigh of relief, and realize that you have taken off the ski mask.

  The fear peaks in me again as I recognize that not only am I at your mercy, but I can't see anymore. I have no idea what you are going to do next. Incredibly, the fear increases my desire. My body is quivering and my heart is dancing in my chest with anticipation and terror.

  I feel the bed move as you either sit or lean on the side of it. Another quick movement and you are straddling my chest. You whisper, "I'm going to take the gag out, remember what I said about screaming or yelling for help. Promise to be a good girl?"

  Maybe I would have shaken my head 'no' if I'd known at the time what you had in store for me. But I foolishly nod in assent.

  You pull the panties out of my mouth and hold my water bottle to it so I can quench my thirst. When I'm satisfied, I shake my head slightly spilling water down the front of my neck. The liquid is cold and in my heightened state, the shock is delicious.

  I feel something press against my lips, rubbing against them and making them wet from its own lubrication. "Open up" you say. But instead my tongue darts out of my mouth searching for a taste of your precum.

  "I always knew you were a whore!" You whisper gruffly, your outburst buried in your pleasure.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind a warning bell goes off again. "Always knew" that's what you said. You know me! The trick is to figure out how you know me.

  I am licking your perfect mushroom head and taking just that bit into my mouth while I do it. I lick you just under the rim of your head and spend a little bit of time tonguing your "vee". I think this is making you crazy, but you pull up and put your balls to my lips. I lick and suck each one eagerly until you are making guttural, ecstatic noises. You reward my good work with an even bigger taste of precum. Sweet!

  You guide the head of your cock into my mouth again, but you only stop there for a second. You slide out, and then back in a little further. You keep doing this until you are buried in my throat and I am forced to swallow around you. You slide back out just before I run out of air and give me a chance to take a big breath. I open my lips for you again and you slide back in; your cock feels like heaven in my mouth. Your soft skin and your hard cock are almost my undoing.

  Of course you've read my mind again. "You want to suck my cock whore? Maybe you'll like this way better." And just so I don't forget who is really running the show, you hold still and with a hand on either side of my head, you rock my head back and forth over your cock, literally fucking my face. It's slightly uncomfortable, but not painful and I quickly adapt to your rhythm. My lack of discomfort seems to piss you off, and you fuck my face harder before surprising me with your ejaculation.

  The first spurt hits me square in the back of the throat making me gag slightly, but I'm ready for the next one and put my tongue into your slit to encourage you along. Your cum spurts out onto my tongue, and I swallow rapidly before moving my tongue back up to the tip in anticipation of more to come. I swallow everything you have to give until you slide your cock out of my mouth.

  You collapse beside me for a moment your fingers tracing lazy circles around my nipples. You start talking; well whispering, but it so nonchalant it's like we just met in the grocery store or something.

  The grocery store! Were you the guy who helped me with my groceries the other day? I was wearing an awfully short skirt and I know I gave you a bit of a show when I bent over to retrieve my "accidentally" dropped keys.

  You're right, I am a slut.

  I realize that you are again reading my mind as I tune into what you're saying.

  "...knew you were slut, but I had no idea it would be like this! I haven't even fucked you yet. You're dying for it now aren't you? I could take the handcuffs off and you'd lay there and spread your legs for me, wouldn't you?"

  Your hand has never stopped moving, the lazy circles around my nipples trailing little loops down my stomach and lower. More circles now around my pussy, now you brush the back of your fingers over my mound.

  My legs are slightly open and you give my legs a nudge apart. Not far enough you decide, so you move down and pull my legs apart with your hands. "So wet. I can see from here how wet you are."

  I moan as you dip your finger down to the opening of my dripping pussy. You use my own juices to once again violate me with your fingers, first one, and then two. Your thumb works its magic on my clit again, bringing me to the brink.

  You stop again, laughing at my obvious frustration.

  "How much do you want it, bitch?" you chuckle. "Beg me to lick your pussy." You kiss my inner thighs and all around my pussy; everywhere, except my pussy.

  This is making me crazy, but I don't want to give in. I still have some power, right? Wrong. Your kisses are making me crazy and you keep stroking my mound and teasing me with your fingers. I shake my head no, but I'm weakening. I'm starting to not care if I have any power. I just need to feel your tongue on my pussy. Now the need is overwhelming.

  "Yes! Please lick my pussy!" I somehow manage to yell and whisper at the same time. I know I can't be louder than you, and I know that you have to lick my pussy or I'll die. I know you've won again.

  My hips are bucking slightly in anticipation. You've stopped kissing my thighs and I feel your weight shift on the bed. You are now between my widely spread legs. I can feel your breath on my thighs as you lean in to kiss them once more. This time, you work your way up my thighs to the one spot I'm dying for you to kiss. You run your tongue up one side of my pussy and down the other.

  "I love your bare pussy lips. So soft and slippery." You hiss.

  I can barely contain myself now. Your tongue is exploring every inch of my pussy. You slide it into me causing me to gasp and moan softly as you mumble something I can't quite catch..."so....fucking....good".

  I think that's what you say anyway. Maybe that's just what I'm thinking. My mind isn't really functioning so well right now; my whole being is focused on what's happening between my legs.

  Your tongue has made its way to my clit and is doing a magical tap dance on it. I am writhing, making my wrists red from pulling on them. I want my hands on your head. I want to grab you by the ears and ride your face. I have no control over this, no control at all. That realization is what sends me over the edge and I'm cumming. I'm cumming so hard and so loudly that you have to stuff the panties back into my mouth to shut me up.

  You don't let up on my pussy, your fingers are flying in and out of me, your tongue still torturing my clit until I cum again. This orgasm shoots an electrical current through my body making me scream into the panties over and over again.

  You climb up over me and press against me, holding most of your weight off of me with your elbow. You pull the panties out of my mouth again. You stroke my hair back and kiss me for the first time. Tasting my pussy on your lips is incredible. Your kiss is light at first, then more demanding as your tongue claims more of my mouth.

  These wondrous kisses distract me from the fact that you are stretching my legs up and apart by hooking one of my legs over each of your arms at the crook of the elbow. With my arms restrained above me and my eyes blinded, this position re-establishes your complete dominance over me. You've given me pleasure, but you still have more to take.

  You reach down and position yourself at my entrance, lubricating your cock with my cum by rubbing it up and down just inside my petal pink lips. You start slowly and my wish that you'll be gentle seems to be coming true.

  I abruptly realize that you've stopped what you were doing, there's some shifting going on and you let go of my legs. After another movement, the sleep mask is ripped off my head. I'm blinking in the moonlight trying to get my eyes to adjust. You have taken hold of my legs and I'm stretched wide open again.

  As you come into focus, I see that you're wearing th
e ski mask again.

  "I want you to look me in the eyes when I'm fucking you. Got it? Look directly into my eyes the whole time. Don't look away. I'll keep the panties out of your mouth if you can be quiet; get too loud and they go back in." You command through the mask, your voice more muffled now.

  When you look down to guide your fully-engorged cock to my wet and willing pussy, I look you over and take in as much as I can before you catch me.

  Your build once again seems familiar to me. I know I know you. Your hair is a little long and from the piece I can see peaking out from under the edge of your ski mask its dark brown or black. Your skin is a medium brown, but from your tan lines, it's obviously from the sun.

  Why are you so familiar?

  The very head of your cock rests just inside my pussy, you look up into my eyes and relish the surprise in them as you slam into my slick, hot hole. I take you in to the hilt without thinking. I open myself up and let you in completely. I have no choice and as I look into your eyes you see the surrender there, the capitulation, the complete acceptance that I have no power here, no control, that I am yours.

  "I'll be back, you know." You say gruffly as you slowly slide in and out of my tightening pussy. "I'll be back to fuck you again, whenever I want. Do you understand?"

  I am staring into your chocolate brown eyes, noticing everything about them, committing them to memory.

  "Do. You. Understand!"

  Startled, I nod as you thrust into me again, unwilling even now to say it out loud. But you're not letting me off that easily.

  "Say it!" you demand in perfect time with another hard thrust.

  "I'm yours to fuck whenever you want." I moan back to you. "I'm all yours." I say it, and as unbelievable as it is to my own ears; I mean it.

  You're fucking me hard now, pistoning in and out of me like a jackhammer, spreading my legs further and further apart almost splitting me in half. Once again the pleasure and pain blend into exquisite torture. I can feel you pounding against my womb; you're in me so deep. My pussy is clenching around you, grasping you as tight as a fist.

  Like you predicted, I'm moaning like a whore. I'm incoherent, trying to be quiet but loudly whispering "Fuck me!" over and over again.

  "I'll fuck you whore, I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I want." You underscore every few words with an answering thrust.

  "Yes, yes I'm yours! Fuck me now, just fuck me now!" I scream/whisper. You've got the panties in your hand and you're ready for me as I start to yell "Oh yes! Fuck me!" louder and louder. The panties go unceremoniously back into my mouth and I scream "Fuck me!" through them.

  "Look at me!" you whisper urgently and I snap my eyes back to yours. "Don't look away again, understand?"

  I nod my head not breaking eye contact.

  You are a man possessed looking deep into my eyes making it impossible for me to look away. I can feel my climax building with each thrust of your cock into me. I'm so physically restrained now that all I can do is resign myself to enjoying being fucked by you; my body is completely open to you. I have no way of stopping this even if I wanted to and you are bringing me closer to cumming with each powerful thrust.

  I no longer care if I'm being raped or not, nor do I care who you are. I just care about being fucked like never before. My brain has gone back to caveman times and I'm completely immersed in the pleasure of feeling this meaty cock stroke in and out of me again and again. My body has it own mind and I cum in crushing waves. I'm screaming my primal release into the panties stuffed in my mouth. Your eyes are drilling into mine and I keep eye-contact with you through my entire orgasm.

  The walls of my pussy are quivering now and you just stop, still in my pussy enjoying the aftershocks of my incredibly strong orgasm. We're still staring, bright blue eyes into bottomless brown. I am not the first to look away.

  Slowly you let my legs go one by one. You move off me and I'm surprised how quickly I miss your weight and warmth. I watch you bend down and get your pants, admiring the view when I hear the jingle of keys. You're going to free my hands! I can't wait to touch you, to feel your skin under my fingertips.

  You replace the sleep mask and deprive me of my sight again. You uncuff one wrist and order me to turn over. I do and you cuff my wrist again. I am again deprived of touching you.

  Somehow, being handcuffed to a bed face down I feel even more vulnerable than face up. I remember suddenly who is running this show. I hear that sigh of relief as you take your ski mask off. You climb back onto the bed, straddle me and lean down to whisper, "Now we're going to have some real fun."

  Fear takes a little trip up and down my spine and the thought of having no control slams into my brain again. I'm frustrated and confused because I'm so turned on by it.

  You yank me from my thoughts by pulling my legs up so my ass is high in the air. You pile some pillows under me to make me more comfortable.

  You're a considerate rapist. Nice.

  I barely have time to steady myself by grasping the rail of the bed that I'm handcuffed to before you pierce me again.

  My pussy is still ultra-sensitive from my last and the pleasure of you filling me again is mind altering. I am only capable of thinking, "so good, so good, so good." I repeat this mantra out load as you fuck me from behind. After a moment, you pull out of me making me cry out at your absence. I'm lost until I feel your tongue on my throbbing pussy and I moan loudly through my panties as your tongue impales me again.

  You move your tongue upward and stop at my little pink rosebud; you hesitate for a millisecond before your tongue is licking me and pushing into me. Feeling you put your tongue in that tight hot hole makes me crazy, but not as crazy as what you do next. You dip your finger in to my pussy then use my own moisture to violate my ass. One knuckle in, you reach around and softly rub my clit; two knuckles, you slide one finger into my pussy while another finger rubs my clit. Your finger is fully in my ass now and you wait a moment while I adjust to its size, then slowly you begin pumping it in and out of me. You pump it in time with the finger in my pussy and the finger on my clit threatening to send me over the edge yet again.

  Inconceivably, you stop again! I grasp the bedrail more firmly; sure I know what's coming. You pull your fingers out of my holes and replace the one in my pussy with your magnificent cock again. You pump in and out of me once, twice, three times before you pull most of the way out again and I feel your finger at my ass again. You slide your cock into my pussy at the same time as you slide your finger into my ass. The sensation is overwhelming and I moan loudly. I'm glad I have the panties in my mouth because I can be as loud as I want; and I want, no, I NEED, to be loud.

  Your thrusting becomes faster, more urgent and your finger is sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel so euphoric that I don't even mind when you replace your single finger with two fingers pumping in and out of my ass.

  I have a death-grip on the bedrail and my eyes are twisted shut from the pleasure/pain overload I am having. As you pump me and finger me toward multiple orgasms, I am suddenly aware of your absence...again!

  You pull the pillows out from under me and roll me to my side. You spoon me from behind and run your hands down my body and back up to cup my breasts. You hook my ankle over your calf, spreading my legs. I feel your pulsating member against my tight hole as you gently begin to push into me.

  "Relax as much as you can and it'll be easier. I'll go slowly, I promise." You say it softly into my ear.

  This is almost your regular voice; soft but not a whisper. I can't help but wonder if you forgot yourself or if you want me to recognize you. Is your voice familiar? Yes. Do I remember where I've heard it? I think I do, but nothing's coming to mind.

  And by the way, you promise?

  You're ever the considerate rapist. How nice.

  While my ass is stretched to accommodate your now massive cock (remember how excited I was when I saw how big you were? Funny now isn't it?), your brushing your thumbs across my nipples sending little pu
lses of lightning through my body.

  Once again your deft fingers find my dripping pussy. You bend me to your will by thrusting your finger deep into me, while softly stroking the very center of my existence. I am relaxing now, and opening up to you, so you push in a little more. It feels so good that before I realize it, you are in me almost up to the hilt. You begin to slide in and out fucking my ass a little harder each time. My pussy is clenched around your fingers even as my ass opens up for you more and more with each smooth thrust.

  I'm holding onto the bed rail for dear life as you hammer me harder and faster, my sense of pleasure and pain merge into one until I understand that there really is no difference. I'm moaning like a whore again and I'm careening toward an orgasm like no other orgasm I've ever had.

  So it's with quite a shock that awareness of this moment dawns on me. I recognize this as happening before, like deja vu. Except that I know exactly when and where this happened, it was in my dream tonight and every night before that for as long as I remember erotic dreams. You are the one in my dreams that makes me come harder than ever before and it's about to become a reality.

  The man of my dreams is a rapist. Cool.

  Is that why you're so familiar, because I've seen you in my dreams? I don't think so; it's more tangible than that.

  You start to whisper sweet nothings in my ear again.

  "You like that whore? You like me fucking you in the ass? Yeah? I'll come back and do it again sometime, sound good to you?" Certain words got special emphasis with a thrust deeper into my ass with each word. You squeeze my breast; hard. A little louder now, almost your normal voice again you say, "You love it when I fuck your ass!"

  Another squeeze, another thrust

  "Mmmm-hmmm" I mumble through the panties, because I do like it. No, I don't just like it, I love it. I love feeling you fuck my ass and pussy at the same time, again surrendering to your complete control. My body melts into yours with every jab into my ass with every stab into my pussy.