Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  Melissa stepped forward and stuffed an object into Beverly's mouth. With Beverly's hair out of the way, Melissa walked around and clasped it shut, locking it into Beverly's mouth.

  Melissa then lowered her hands and pinched both of Beverly's nipples.

  Upon feeling this sensation, Beverly let out a low squeal, however she was unable to vocalize too much due to the gag she now wore.

  Melissa backed away as Beverly let out a low snort, confirming that her body was still asleep.

  Beverly walked slowly to the middle of the room.

  The two men, Stewart and Roger, walked into the room, their arms outstretched before them. In a fluid, synchronized motion, both men threw off their own gray bathrobes and stood naked before the two women. All four people stood facing each other before the two men broke off and walked towards one side of the room

  The men waited by the wall and, after a moment, a large round piece of wood -- a large wheel -- rolled out in front of them. They quickly rolled it back to where the two women stood, bringing it to a stop directly behind where Beverly stood.

  Melissa knelt down and secured Beverly's left ankle to a leather strap near the bottom of the wooden wheel. Beverly spread her legs as Melissa bound her right ankle.

  The two men bound Beverly's hands above her head.

  Once Beverly was bound solidly, the two men moved the board upon which she was bound, adjusting it so that it was parallel to the floor. Had her eyes been able to focus on anything specific within the room, she would have been looking at the ceiling.

  Melissa stepped forward and began to lick Beverly's pussy. The sensation of Melissa's tongue and lips probing and exploring every fold and ridge of her flesh, made Beverly let out a low moan that vibrated through her gag, even in her subconscious state.

  Melissa probed Beverly's body more deeply. In response, Beverly arched her back, her body reacting to the stimuli she was receiving as she got wetter and wetter under Melissa's knowing tongue.

  Once Melissa was satisfied that she had prepared the newcomer for the pleasures of the sleep clinic, she stood up. Melissa walked around Beverly's bound body, taking care to pinch both nipples before walking away.

  In another corner of the room, Melissa saw her destination: she approached the wooden apparatus and knelt down before it. She then leaned forward and placed her head and arms in the designated spaces.

  Stewart followed Melissa and closed the "rack" over her head and wrists, binding her in her place. He wagged his cock in front of her face, grazing her lips with the tip. Melissa let out a gasp as he did this.

  Melissa's gasp was barely audible over the sounds Beverly was making: Roger had found his way over to the bound newcomer, removed her gag, and had mounted her, teasing her engorged slit with his cock before thrusting deeply into her.

  Stewart strode slowly behind Melissa, parted her legs slightly, and took her from behind.

  *****

  In short time, the subconscious yelps of both women echoed throughout the clinic.

  Dr. Dunleavy looked away from his monitors and smiled at his receptionist, who by now, was sitting next to him in his office. "So how'd you come up with the idea of the dungeon motif?"

  "Oh, well, you know..." Aileen blushed slightly.

  The doctor chuckled. "Well, at any rate, as always, you do good work. I think this is better than the deserted island you did last week."

  "Thank you." After a short pause, the receptionist leaned closer to her boss. "So, does this give you any ideas?"

  "That depends. What did you have in mind?"

  She started to run her hand up and down his chest and said "Oh... Nothing in particular."

  He closed his eyes and let his assistant have her way with him. It was one of the fringe benefits of working here, he mused, as she rocked his world.

  Chapter 6

  Shortly before the sun rose the following morning, Beverly and the other patients sleep-walked back to their respective rooms. Dr. Dunleavy was waiting for her there, and he helped her to get back into her pajamas.

  Once she was back in her nightclothes, she lay back down in bed and he pulled the covers back up over her body.

  He adjusted a dial on the machine by her bedside and waited for the low hum to recede.

  "Now, Beverly. I suppose you need to understand what happened here tonight. The headband you wore tonight helped you to get to sleep, there is no question about that. I added some additional programming into the microchip in the headband, and that resulted in your activities overnight with the other patients.

  "When you wake up in the morning, you will remember what happened tonight, but it will seem to you as though it were a very vivid, very erotic dream. And, of course, you enjoyed it tremendously, even if you might not feel comfortable talking about dreams like this in your normal, daily routine.

  "Now. You will not have any major issues with your sleep from now on, but you will also find that you will not feel quite as refreshed on a daily basis, as you will feel when you do wake up in about an hour or so. So you will want to come back to this clinic on average of once every other week or so. You will authorize us to bill your insurance, and will be willing to cover any costs that your insurance might not be willing to pay. I do not anticipate this being more than a relatively small amount for any given visit to the clinic."

  Beverly let out a low snort.

  "I have one more thing that you should be aware of. While I can't instruct you of what you should wear when you sleep at home, from here on in, you will sleep in the nude here at the clinic. The only article of clothing you should want to wear here once you get settled in, is a bathrobe. When you wake up, I will recommend that you purchase a bathrobe that has been branded with our logo on it, and you will do so before you leave. If you understand everything I've told you, then nod your head."

  Beverly nodded her head.

  "Very good. Now let's let your body wind down from your amazing experience tonight. I'll be back in time for you to wake up."

  The doctor pressed a few buttons on the machine by her bed, got up and walked out of her room. When he reached the doorway, he turned back to glance at her silhouetted, sleeping form. He mused about how peaceful she looked before turning back around and closing the door.

  Chapter 7

  At about 7:30, the machine by Beverly's bed stopped making its humming noise. Almost as if on cue, Beverly opened her eyes, squinted at the light shining through her window, blinked a few times, and stretched her arms above her head.

  As she inhaled deeply from the first restful night's sleep in some time, her hands immediately went between her legs to confirm that, yes, her panties were somewhat wet from the erotic dream she had had the night before.

  She turned her head to one side and immediately pulled her hand away from her crotch. "Oh, Dr. Dunleavy! I, um... I didn't see you there."

  "That's all right, Beverly. If you'd feel more comfortable, you can call me Conor."

  "Um, I think Dr. Dunleavy's probably better for me, if you don't mind. Takes my mind off of how young you look."

  "That's fine. Either way, I'm always in my first-time patients' rooms when they wake up. I just want to see how you feel."

  "I feel great!" she answered without hesitation. "Even before I started having trouble sleeping, I don't think I ever slept that well."

  "I'm glad to hear it."

  "But, um..." she looked away from the doctor. "Remember last night how you said that a lot of your patients have really, um... you know... uh... sexual dreams?"

  "Yes." He spoke the word slowly and deliberately.

  She looked around to make sure that she was alone with her doctor before whispering, "Yes. I've never had a dream like that before."

  "I don't want to say or do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, but would you like to tell me about it?"

  "I, um, don't want to say too much, but I was in this dungeon and this girl put a gag in my mouth and then I was tied to this round table and th
is guy. Actually two guys ... and the girl, now that I think of it, they, um, they all got to have their way with me, and, um... Well, I couldn't, I mean it was really sensual and really, well... I, um... I think I enjoyed that dream in my sleep, if you know what I mean."

  "Do you mind if I ask, are you 'into' that sort of thing?" He made a quote mark gesture with his fingers as he said the word 'into.'

  "No! Or, rather, I, um, I don't think I am. I've never done anything like that before."

  "Well, if it means anything, a lot of my patients tell me their dreams often involve activities that are outside of their, shall we say, comfort zones, but that they liked it anyway. Now, I really can't tell you what you should or shouldn't do in your personal life, but sometimes I wonder if I ought to do a study on the nature of these dreams and whether or not I'm tapping into something deep in my patients' subconscious about their desires and fantasies, experiences and interests."

  "Well, I think you should.."

  "Thank you. Now. For a few business matters to round out. First, you are under no obligation to come back here for additional sleep assistance, but if you feel you need it, I'm going to have to bill your insurance for any future services. Do you think you'll want to do that?"

  "I do." Beverly paused, thinking she sounded a bit too enthusiastic in that answer. "I, um, er, that might be a good idea."

  "That's fine. Normally, insurance doesn't cover the full cost of our services, so any differences you'd need to cover. If your insurance is like most others, then you'll probably need to pay about fifty dollars out of pocket for each visit."

  "That seems reasonable."

  "We have a total of four spaces on any given night. Although they do fill up quickly, I don't think you'll ever have to wait more than three or four days for an appointment from when you call us."

  "Excellent."

  "One final bit. We are trying to make a little bit more money to help defray our costs, so, um, could I interest you in purchasing a bathrobe branded with our logo on it?"

  "I'd love it! How much?"

  "Forty."

  "You've got a deal."

  "I'll leave a box with the receptionist, and you can pay her when you're ready to leave."

  "Thank you."

  "Now, if you'll just give me your headband, I'll leave you to get dressed. Please stop by the receptionist on your way out to make sure all of the paperwork is in order."

  Beverly handed the doctor her headband and rubbed her forehead as she watched him wheel the machine out of her room and close the door.

  She walked over to the sink to brush her teeth and told her reflection, "Yeah. I think I'm going to want to come back here."

  Chapter 8

  The next time they were together at work, Janie couldn't help but comment on Beverly's appearance. "Wow! That sleep clinic must've really helped you with your insomnia! You look great!"

  "Thanks, and you're right. I really want to thank you for telling me about it."

  "Don't thank me. Thank my brother."

  "I will if I ever see him."

  "He's actually going to come by at lunch today. He's got the day off and he said he wanted to get together with his favorite sister. I told him I was his only sister, but he insisted. So he'll be coming here and enjoying the lovely cafeteria food they offer us. Would you like to join us?"

  "Sure! Why not?"

  *****

  When lunch rolled around, Janie got a call from her brother. "I'll meet you at the guard's desk. I'll be there in five minutes."

  Janie and Beverly walked to the guard's desk where Janie's brother received a visitor's badge before the three of them continued to the company cafeteria.

  "Bev, I'd like you to meet my brother, Roger. Roger, this is Beverly. She's the one who went to that sleep clinic."

  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Beverly." He shook her hand.

  "Same here, Roger. You know... You look really familiar."

  "Yeah. So do you..."

  Beverly felt a slight flutter in her loins as she realized she had only seen him in a dream. A very vivid, sensual dream.

  The End.

  His Room

  His room is private and particularly masculine.

  The bed is unmade, but not messy. I sit on the edge and study the sheets and take note of the considerably high thread count. The pillows are big and fluffy, one slightly on top of the other.

  I run my hands over the cool sheets, imagining his dark naked body stretched across them. Knowing that his naked skin has touched these sheets arouses me.

  I smell a hint of his scent all over the sheets and pillows, an intoxicating mixture of Clive Christian No. 1 and something more natural.

  His room is neat but not obsessively orderly. The closet door is ajar. There are shoes in a line on the floor inside the closet. Lots of different types of shoes: many dress shoes, a couple of pair of work boots, causal shoes, and about six different Nike sneakers.

  His dresser has five drawers. The third is slightly open. I open it to find his T-shirts. I slide my hand around and under the cotton T's finding nothing significant, then close it back to the position I found it in.

  I open the top drawer and find his underwear nicely folded in rows. He has a collection of boxers and boxer-briefs and I imagine him wearing the red low rise Calvin Klein boxer-briefs for me. I touch the unbelievablely soft material and wonder just how he would fill it. I move my hands around his underwear drawer hoping to find something naughty like the things my husband would find in my lingerie drawer if he ever looked or cared. I find nothing.

  I wander into the master bath and spot a similar pair of boxer-briefs on the edge of the jetted tub. These are worn, dirty boxer-briefs, black with charcoal trim. I smell them, his scent is still there, as if the briefs have only recently been removed.

  I take them with me back in the bedroom and I sit on his bed and smell them again. His scent is arousing and I feel my nipples getting hard under my bra. I slowly move his briefs down from my face to my neck, over my breast and into my lap. I imagine what it would be like to slowly remove his underwear from his sexy body. I bite my bottom lip and shiver.

  I notice a black wooden box under his TV stand and walk over to investigate. I open the box to find his porn collection on DVD. A mischievous smile comes across my face and I sift though the different types of porn until I discover two Blacks on Asians DVD's. My pussy pulsates knowing he is attracted to Asian women like myself.

  I put in the naughty video and sit down on the edge of his bed. My lime green lace thong is getting moist and my pussy aches. I watch the Asian girl in the video scream out in ecstasy while her handsome black man eats out her pussy. I try to place the last time my husband last went down on me and I can't remember. It's been too long.

  I lift my skirt up and move my thong aside. I am moist and sticky.

  I watch. She is on her knees and takes his meaty black cock in her mouth. She makes his dick wet and slick, licking him from his balls to the tip of his cock. He is big, but she takes all of him down her throat.

  I reach between my open thighs. My fingers tease my clit. I can't take the teasing any more. Two of my fingers enter at the same time as his thick meaty cock drives into her wet folds bordered by perfectly waxed skin. I fuck myself in unison with his rhythm, hard, frantic, and desperate for pleasure. My nipples throb. I reach for one, under my top and pinch it softly, then much harder. Sounds of hardcore fucking and masturbation fill every corner of his room.

  I see myself like never before in the mirror on the other side of his room. My face, intense with passion, my fingers diving into my swollen, glistening pink lips. I turn back to the images on the screen. I am unable to stop my mind from replacing the two on the screen with him and myself. I see him in my mind's eye, his dark fingers caressing my breasts and taught nipples the same way the guy is doing, fist full of long black hair pulled from behind as he thrusts into hungry pink pussy. I see him taunting me, whispering in my ear to cum for him, all over
his big cock.

  My thong is in the way now, holding back the deep pleasure I need to release. I yank it off and throw it to the floor.

  I shouldn't be doing this. I'm risking so much but the danger makes it electrifying. I'm compelled to continue pleasuring myself. I'm almost to the point of orgasm.

  I hear his key jingle in the front door. I shouldn't be in his bedroom. I was told to wait in the front room until he got here. I continue. Knowing I should stop, I can't, even at the risk of getting caught in his room.

  Getting caught would not be a good thing. I'm his friend and co-worker. He trusts me. To find me in violation of that trust, invading his private space would end our friendship and put a strain on our working relationship. If he tells my husband, things are really going to be a mess.

  I hear him moving around in the kitchen, putting away groceries. I work faster.

  "Lisa, are you still here?"

  I work even harder, eager to cum before he finds me.

  I hear his footsteps just down the hall. I scramble to get myself together and sprint to the door only to run into him.

  "Lisa, what are you doing in here?"

  "I was trying to find a pen. I was going to leave you a note."

  He steps into his room and looks over me. "Looks like you were doing more than that." He points to my thong, its green color glowing like a beacon in the night.

  I'm mortified Covering my face with my hand, I run and pick up my sticky wet thong and make my way out the door.

  "Aren't you going to stay and finish?"

  I'm frozen in the doorway. "What?"

  "I would love to watch you finish."

  I hear the moaning sounds of porn coming from the TV. I feel the heat of passion overcome my body. Without saying a word, I turn around and slowly strip off all of my clothes and lie down on his bed.

  I gaze into his brown eyes and touch my sex as he stands over me. I open my fleshy petals for him and drown three of my fingers deep into my pool of nectar. Pulling them back out slowly I spread the nectar over my supple smoothly shaven pussy, clit, and ass.