Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "Not exactly." Alice answered. And she told him about the club that Samantha was offering.

  "Five grand is a lot of money." Pete said. "We could do it, but I don't see a good reason." "Just a club membership, exclusive or not."

  "And what about the baby you want?" He asked.

  "Well, you could have a 'get away' any time you wanted." "And you do like to golf." "Maybe we could manage both." "It really is a great deal." Alice offered.

  "Can we at least look into it?" Alice asked.

  "How can I say no to you?" "Go ahead, do your research and let me know what you find out. Ok?" Pete said.

  Chapter Three – Passion

  Later that night, when Pete stepped back into the bedroom, all fresh from his shower, Alice was sitting at her nightstand, brushing her hair. He sat on the bed to watch her. She was more that twenty years older than he was. But he found her fascinating and desirable.

  He watched as she selected items from her lingerie drawer. First she put on a black lace garterbelt, fastening it around her waist. Then, one by one, she slipped black nylon stocking on her shapely legs, clipping them to the garterbelt. Next a black lace bra. The type that justs cradles the breasts and leaves the top and front open. She adjusted the straps so her breasts were supported but very available. The she slipped on a pair of sheer black briefs with lace trim. Finally, she put on a short, sheer black babydoll top.

  Pete stared, slack jawed, at this incredible woman. He could not believe how she had changed in a few short months. This prim, proper, suburban mom had become a wanton, sexy lover. He was willing to bet that three of four months ago that she didn't have the kind of lingerie that she now had on. Had on for him.

  Alice got up and pulled him onto the bed. When he was stretched out she started kissing his body. She touched his cock, already at full erection. She teased it. Rubbing its length with one finger. Massaging the sensitive underside. She cupped his balls, gentle rubbing them together. She bent down and took one of them in her mouth, caressing it. Then the other one received the same treatment. Pete's cock was straining. Precum oozing from the tip. Alice shifted her body to a '69' position. She moved on top of him and inhaled the head of his cock. Her panty covered pussy hovering just above his face. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was just his imagination. He felt the entire length of his cock slide into Alice's mouth and into her throat. A deep guttural moan escaped his lips. Her felt Alice lifting her head and once more her lips slide down his shaft. He reached up to touch Alice's ass, but her shaking finger warned him not to touch. Again and again her mouth caressed his cock. He started fidgeting, ready to explode. Alice lifted her head and moved off of him. She re-arranged herself back on top but facing him. She raised up on her knees and with her hands, very deliberately pulled aside the crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat from her now dripping pussy. He called out her name as she lowered herself. Impaling her cunt on his cock. Unlike the many times before that they had shared sex, his entire length slid into her hot cunt. She straddled him like that for many seconds, not moving. When she again started to rise up he felt the familiar churnings of a building orgasm.

  Twice more she rose up and dropped down on his aching cock. When he reached out to hold her waist, she knew he was going to cum. She bore down with all her strength, getting his cock as deep inside of her as possible. He erupted with a powerful orgasm. She felt his hot cum squirting three, four, five times. Alice leaned forward, finding his waiting mouth with her own. She clamped down as tight as she could, not ready to release his cock. They kissed deeply. Their tongues making love with each other. They lay that was for a long time. Joined together physically, mentally and emotionally. They were one now.

  The following morning was Saturday. Alice and Peter slept in. Or rather neither one wanted to get out of bed. They were not particularly tired.

  "Well. No turning back now I suppose." "You got part of your wish." Pete said smiling.

  Alice smiled too and said, "it felt so damn good without a condom."

  "If and when you do get pregnant, we might need that money." "And I know how much you want that baby." Pete said. Bringing up the club topic again.

  "Can we get dressed and have breakfast, I'm hungry?" Said Alice.

  "Sounds good to me, unless you want to rape me again." Pete offered, grinning.

  Without saying a work, Alice got out of bed, reached for one of the pillows that had fallen on the floor, picked it up, and threw it Pete. The next few hours where spent doing those little chores around the house that need doing and are usually put off. Pete washed both cars and Alice went to the market with her shopping list. Later that afternoon, over a light lunch, they talked about Pete's job, about baby names, about a lot of things. And eventually about... Samantha.

  Chapter Four – Confirmation

  "I've heard a little about the place over the years."" They're kind of secretive about it." "Never even thought I'd get a chance to go there." Alice stammered.

  "Ok, so there is a computer." Pete said pointing to the laptop on the table." "Go see."

  The website didn't offer much information. Secluded, private and very exclusive. Fine dining and country club activities. Five stars.

  "What do you think?" Alice asked.

  "Alice, I love you more that life itself." "I will do anything to keep you happy, you know that." "But with that in mind, I would rather not spend money that we might need in the future." Pete said, reaching over to gently rub Alice's tummy. "But I know how much this seems to matter to you."

  They talked more and took a break for dinner. Nothing else was said. They watched TV and Pete finished a paper he was working on for a business meeting. When they went to bed, Alice snuggled close. He held her and kissed her lightly. Finally Alice turned over and he put his arm around her, his hand cupping her lovely bare breast.

  Pete whispered in her ear, "Call Samantha in the morning and ask her to come over for brunch." "We'll see what happens."

  At eleven a.m. the next morning the doorbell rang and Alice welcomed her friend. Samantha sat down and accepted the ice tea that Pete offered. He left to keep an eye on the backyard grill, leaving the two women to talk.

  "I hope that you didn't go to too much trouble over brunch, I can't stay very long?" Sam said.

  "I need to get back to New York." She added.

  "I wanted to talk to you about the club." Alice said.

  "Your friend Pete seems nice." "A little young for you, but nice." Sam said.

  "We have a few things in common." Alice said, turning to look at the patio where Pete was tending the grill.

  "Now, about the club." Samantha started. "It's been taken care of.

  "Oh," Alice said, disappointment obvious in her voice.

  "Pete was going to help me get the money." Alice added.

  "A very nice gesture, but not necessary any more." Samantha said, and she took a single sheet of paper from her handbag.

  "Here, sign this." She said, and placed a pen next to the paper.

  "What is this?" Alice asked, looking at her friend.

  "It's a transfer certificate. I'm giving the club to you." Sam said. "I saw how much you were interested the other day, I could see it in your eyes." "Like I told you, I don't need the money."

  With a shaking hand, Alice signed the document. Samantha told her that in a few days a confirmation letter would be mailed to her. As Pete stepped back into the house, Samantha stood up to leave.

  "I'm sorry, but I have to run." "Nice meeting you and I hope you enjoy the club." She said.

  When Alice returned from seeing her friend out, Pete was still holding the tray of hamburgers, waiting for her.

  "What the hell happened?" "I was only gone a few minutes." Pete said.

  "She gave me the membership." Alice said smiling.

  "Did she lower the price?" Pete asked.

  "Oh ya, all the way down to free." "She gave me the membership." Alice said, stressing the work 'gave."

  A week later, Alice a
nd Pete sat at the kitchen table looking at a tan manila envelope that had been delivered that morning. Inside were two sheets of paper. The first was an embossed certificate with Alice's name imprinted on it, showing that she was the owner of a lifetime membership in Terra Del Casa De Privado.

  The second sheet was a welcome letter. It read:

  'Welcome to Terra Del Casa De Privado. As new members, your first visit is complimentary. Stay for a night or a week as you choose. We hope that you will enjoy your stay with us and that you will return often. Please call our toll free number to make reservations. If we can assist you with travel arrangements, please ask.'

  "Peter, do you really want to marry me?" Alice asked. "Knowing what that means?" "I mean everything?"

  "Yes I do." Pete answered. "I've thought about this ever since I made up my mind that I wanted you in my bed." "You are a beautiful and desirable woman." "I don't care what people might think or say." "I want you do be my wife."

  "Ok." "Then lets get married and go here for our honeymoon." Alice said, putting her hand on top of the letter.

  Four days later, Alice and Pete were officially man and wife. Reservations were made and the next day they drove to Palm Springs. Terra Del Casa De Privado was indeed very secluded. The entrance road was long and shaded by rows of palm trees. The reception area looked like any luxury hotel. The staff was polite and seemed genuinely eager for them to enjoy themselves.

  "Here are your room keys." The desk clerk said as she handed two, clear, computerized room cards to Pete and Alice. Attached to each card was a strong, light cord, so that the card could be worn around the neck. Please present your cards at the restaurants or at any of the service areas."

  "Please visit of guest shop." We have a large selection of hats, sandals and sun block." The clerk said, indicating the direction. "If we can do anything to make your stay better, if there is anything that you want, just ask any staff member."

  Alice and Pete turned down a wide, well lit, palm lined corridor and stopped in front of a small fountain. Next to it was a small sign. It read:

  'Please respects the privacy of other guests. Cameras are welcome but please use discretion. Outdoor sexual activity is permitted in posted areas.

  THIS IS A NUDE RESORT'

  Pete and Alice looked at each other in total surprise.

  "I guess it is secluded for a reason." "That's why they don't mention it on there website."

  "I have never even been to a nude beach much less an entire resort." Pete said.

  "Well, we've come this far, what do you think?" "It doesn't seem like a big deal compared to our bizarre relationship." Alice said. "I'll try it if you will."

  "Ya know, making love on the beach in the moonlight is kind of appealing." Pete said. Giving Alice a hug.

  "Remember, we're married now." Alice reminded him. "Nobody needs to know anything else."

  "Who knows where this will lead." Pete asked, grinning like a child. "Wanna get naked and go for a walk?"

  "You're right, lets have some fun." Alice said. Grabbing his hand like they were teenagers.

  The End.

  The Warehouse

  I pushed open the worn metal door. There was very little light in the warehouse, only a stream of dust mote choked sunlight came in from the skylight window. It formed a pool of dim light in the middle of the room where a metal cage of construction scaffolding rested. It was too dark to see anything beyond that pool of light, but a furtive scuffle tells me something is moving deep within the abandoned building.

  Was this the right address? He had called me an hour before, to clear my schedule for the afternoon and meet him here.

  "Don't be late," He had instructed, "And be sure to wear your high-heeled sandals."

  "Hello?" I call into the darkness. I got no reply. I crossed the threshold, curiosity overpowered fear. This is a bad neighbourhood after all, lots of unsavoury types about. Without thinking, I pushed the door shut behind me. It closed with an echoing clang. I approached the pool of light, my high heels clacked loudly in the empty warehouse.

  I stopped at the edge of the light, trying to peer deeper into the darkness on the other side. The hairs on the nape of my neck rose. An almost animalistic instinct warned me that something was staring back at me, even though I couldn't actually see anything. I shook my head, and I was about to turn and leave.

  "Stop. Don't turn around." I froze. Perfectly still. It took a moment for me to realise that it was his voice. It was different though, more like a low growl than anything else.

  "What are you-" I started to say.

  "Silence." He snapped, "Now, take off your shirt."

  "What-"

  "I will not ask twice!" He yelled, so forcefully that my body shook with fear.

  It's okay. I told myself, He's just playing silly-buggers, he won't hurt me. I smiled slightly, fine, I'll play with this kinky little game. The shot of adrenaline from the first fright heightened my senses for a few seconds. The dirty cement on the ground, the dusty air, the rusted scaffolding, the risque location, the scuffling...something; it was all so very sordid.

  I unbuttoned my blouse, at first my hands were still shaking from the shock, but then I thought I'd have some fun with this. I slowed down, taking my time on each button. I could sense his eagerness welling up behind me. In any case, a game takes two. I shrugged my shoulders out of the blouse, slipped my arms out of the sleeves and tossed it behind me. I hoped it fell against him, giving him a scent of my perfume. I stood with my back straight and shoulders square, I'll be a good little soldier.

  "Drop your skirt." He ordered. I undid the front clasp of my skirt and let it slip off my hips a little. I bent forward, legs straight, ass out and let it slowly caress my thighs as it came down. Oh, he would be eager to start now and drop this game. How could he control himself? My tanned skin, round ass and firm thighs were always my little boy leash. I slowly straightened again, giving him plenty of time to admire me. I flicked my head up, letting my long black hair catch some of the daylight. At last I then stepped out of the crumpled dress. Next, I reached up behind me with my right hand to unclasp my black bra.

  "Stop. I did not tell you to do that." I froze for a second. Okay, what are you doing? I stood at attention again, waiting. Paranoia crept into me again. I really couldn't see beyond the pool of light, not with the midday sun shining above me, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I blinked the thought away. I was almost naked in an alien place, and he was watching me of course. I heard his heavy footfalls behind me, echoing in the room. Something fairly heavy slapped onto my left shoulder. I glanced down at it. It was a thick leather blindfold.

  "Put it on." He said quietly. I hesitated, "Let me explain something. You are alone here. Nobody can hear through these thick walls. Disobey, and be punished. Submit, and be rewarded."

  "Wait-" I tried to sound in control, but my voice waivered.

  "You are already in trouble for taking your time with your blouse." As he promised, he didn't ask a second time. My hands were starting to tremble again, my heart fluttering in my chest. I took the blindfold off my shoulder and strapped it around my eyes. The ominous pool of light shrouded out of sight. I wanted nothing more than to be able to see it again. Instead, I just had a sea of infinite blackness before me. I was in a cavern, an infinite gallery of darkness and unknowns. What would be waiting for me here?

  His footsteps circled me. Despite everything, I swear I could feel my nipples hardening, my cunt almost quivered in anticipation. He had stopped in front of me. I could hear his steady breathing. A cold slip of leather wrapped around my neck and tightened slightly. I felt his fingers pinching at the buckle. The collar was in place. He tugged at the lead, making me follow him forwards, into the light that I couldn't see anymore. My own breathing was quickening as I felt ever more vulnerable, almost bare to the world in broad daylight.

  We stopped at what I guessed was the middle of the pool of light, under the metal scaffolding. He grabbed the lead w
here it connected to the collar and pulled me up to his face. I had to teeter on my toes, my arms flapped out to keep my balance.

  "I said that you would be punished if you disobeyed me." He smirked.

  "I haven't disobeyed you." I pleaded.

  "You were not given permission to remove your bra. And don't you know how to address your master?"

  "Uh-ah...sir?" I hazarded a guess.

  "'Uh-ah sir'?" He mocked, shaking the leash violently. My balance swung from one foot to the next. I nearly fell over, but he dragged me back up by the lead.

  "Sir!" I wailed. He released the lead.

  "Raise your arms to your sides." He said, turning to my right. I did so. A few moments later I felt a strap wrap around my right wrist and tighten. My right ankle was strapped and tightened. His footsteps passed in front of me to my left, and strapped in my left arm and leg as well. He walked away from me, behind me, it sounded like he was beyond the pool of light. The sound of leather straps rubbing against rusted pipes resonated in the room. The straps binding my wrists and ankles pulled away from me, opening me up, spread-eagle.

  His footsteps approached me again from behind. A short whistle cut the air, and the hot slap of a belt across my back. I yelped in shock, my body contracted in, muscles tensing, but I was going nowhere. I couldn't escape the restraints, I couldn't run, I couldn't shield. I grit my teeth. The belt hurt. I could feel the red warmth flowing up to my skin.

  "Ten strokes for acting without my consent and five additional strokes for improper address." He meted out my sentence.

  "That's not fair!" I cried, "You didn't tell me so...sir!" I added just in time, I could imagine him on the verge of adding another five for a second infraction.

  "Fair? You want fairness?" He laughed, "There is no fairness. No justice. There is just you and me. Powerful and powerless. Use this time to work out which one you are. Additional five strokes for dissent." He picked at the edges of my panties around my ass, pulling them up and out of the way of the flesh, letting them slip into my crack, "Now, count from one." The strokes landed at an even pace. They covered my back and ass in red prickling warmth. After the initial shock of the belt had worn off it didn't seem so painful, a moment's sting and then the pleasurable tingling warm afterglow. But I knew he wasn't using his full strength as this was only my first transgression. I finally counted out the twenty strokes.