Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "Why is someone that gorgeous fucking around," Lisa asks me that evening. "She could marry some super rich guy, couldn't she?"

  "I don't think I can answer for her. My guess is, she loves cocks and wants to experience as many as she can before she finally settles down. When she does, or if she does, yes, I imagine it will be someone that can support her in an elite way."

  "How do you get these beauties?"

  "I'm a photographer. I do a lot of fashion business so I work with beauties. They travel a lot and are human and like sex and when they're in L.A. some of them decide to do it with me. When they're somewhere else I'm sure they do it there, too.

  "So all of these gorgeous models I see in ads are fucking around with guys all over the world?"

  "Well, some are. Some are married and very content. Some are very particular and only have sex with people that meet their needs. Sometimes that's me. Sometimes not."

  "It's a lot different life than I've been used to." she finally says and the subject doesn't come up again.

  In another four days I bring home Carla, a sexy blond Croat. Again, Lisa sees us as we come in and I'm sure she hears Carla's sometimes loud reaction to orgasms. With her appetite, I'm sure Carla occasionally has two or three males around to service her. She's insatiable but I do my best and it seems to work. She comes back whenever she's in town.

  Two nights later, it's Alison that comes home with me. Alison is another beauty. Blond hair, green eyes, perfect face, long, lithe body. She's from L.A. and would prefer to always work here and not travel. When she does travel she usually lines up a couple weeks work to make it worthwhile. From what she says, I think I'm the only guy she's having sex with. At least right now. She's always available to me so we get together three or four times a month. I think she'd like to make a more permanent arrangement with me; move in or perhaps even get married. That might not be a bad idea, she loves sex, is great in bed and fun to be with. Always willing to try something new. Here, living together for years without marrying isn't all that odd. Michelle Triola, after breaking up with Lee Marvin with her famous lawsuit, lived with Dick VanDyke for something like forty years before dying.

  Lisa has now started classes. For a month or so life goes on normally. I bring home females and she is never in the way. Yet we do sit and talk every once in a while and I think she's getting used to college life. Then she starts dating. At least I assume that's what she's doing. She goes out and comes back late or just doesn't come home until late. I don't want to be nosy so I don't ask any questions, she's old enough to decide how to live her life. This goes on for another month. She's been with friends or dates at least a dozen times.

  I'm sitting in the living room, reading the paper. It's roughly nine pm. Lisa comes in the front door. She has a boy with her. She introduces us, "Uncle Ted this is Boyd. Boyd, this is Uncle Ted. We'll go into my room so we won't bother you." He seems normal enough, says hello. He's perhaps five foot nine, not short but not tall, and appears to be fairly stocky. Not heavy but muscular. Nice face, hair cut shorter than most his age. Looks to me like a wrestler. I'm in the living room for perhaps another hour before I head to bed. I hear a few noises from her room, not loud. Perhaps a moan, some giggling. Well, if they're having sex at least they're enjoying it. When I get in my room, I hear nothing.

  The next morning I get up and go into the kitchen for some breakfast. Lisa is there, barefoot in a robe and Boyd has on the same clothes he wore last evening. She's drinking a cup of coffee with a smile on her face and a look as if she's somewhere else, probably remembering last night. Almost as soon as I come in Boyd says," Sorry, I have an early class and I have to get home and change." He heads for the door. Lisa goes with him. I get some coffee and put some English muffins in the toaster.

  In a minute she's headed back. I notice she's walking a little odd. She has her legs spread wider than usual and takes almost as much a step to the side as she does forward. The other thing that's impossible to miss is that her robe has pulled almost off one shoulder and her left breast is fully exposed. A very lovely, very full breast. "Lisa," I say to her," Its a gorgeous breast but maybe you should cover it."

  She's still smiling and off in lala land. She makes a little 'oh' noise and moves the robe to cover her. "He wanted one last taste before he left," she says.

  "It looks like you enjoyed last night," I tell her.

  "Oh, yeah," she says. Her eyes sort of light up and she looks at me, "I've never spent the night with someone before. It's terrific. I mean, we had time to do everything we could think of and then when we woke up this morning we could do it all over again."

  "You're walking like you're a little sore."

  "Oh, yeah, I guess so. Down there got used a lot more last night than it's used to. But it's a nice sore, well earned."

  I buttered my muffin and started eating it. "Is he coming back every night, then?"

  "Oh," she seems to be waked a little. "No, I don't think so. I would like that and so would he but I want to keep it something special and not just routine every day. Besides, the anticipation will probably make it even better. In between we can spend some normal dating time and get to know one another better."

  She does as she said. For perhaps six months, until the end of her second semester, Boyd comes about every third day and spends the night. Lisa always has that dreamy smile on the mornings after. I guess she's getting used to living here. The last couple months she's in her skimpy underwear more often and every once in a while I get a glimpse of her naked body flitting from one room to another. A very trim and sexy body it is.

  The semester ends and Lisa signs up for summer school. She claims classes can be hard to get so she needs to get everything she needs whenever she can. Boyd isn't here for over a week. "What happened to Boyd?" I ask one day.

  "Oh, he flunked out. He's gone."

  "That's too bad, you two seemed to hit it off really well."

  "We did. But he was never number one. I mean the perfect one. I probably won't meet number one for some time if ever. Boyd was sort of tame. I mean, I felt safe with him, he wasn't going to get me in trouble or do something crazy. Down deep I guess I'm tame. That is, I don't want to get in trouble, I just want to have a nice, happy life. It might take a little while but I'm sure I'll find another sex buddy."

  I was relieved to hear her. She seems grounded. And with her looks and figure I'm sure she can find another buddy without a lot of trouble.

  That day, I was photographing a very successful actress. She's the spokesperson or model for a line of French perfumes. The ad agency involved had an art director there to supervise the shot. She was a model before becoming an actress. I knew her back some years when we were both starting out. She quietly lets me know that she wants to relive some of our in-bed experiences, today.

  There undoubtedly are paparazzi outside waiting to get pictures of her. They always follow her around. So, as usual, I arrange for a local shop to bring in sandwiches and salad for lunch. We already got the shot we need, both she and the art director are happy. I ask the shop to have Maria make the delivery. Maria is the shop owners daughter and is roughly the actresses size. When Maria gets there with our order, I talk with her about my plan and she smiles and agrees. She trades clothes with the actress. The actress, now looking like Maria complete with head scarf, and I go out back and get into the shop's little Toyota. We drive off and no motor bikes coming whirling out of the alley behind us so we succeeded.

  I drive to my house and we go in, get undressed and proceed to have several hours of activity in bed. She has a dinner appointment so at almost six in the evening I drive her to her hotel. When we come out of my bedroom, Lisa is sitting in the living room and looks at us. I say nothing, just get the actress out without the press learning anything about it. I then take the Toyota to the sandwich shop, park it in back and drop the keys through a mail slot in the door. I catch a cab to my studio, get my car and go back home.

  As soon as I walk in the door, Lisa is
there and excitedly almost yells, "Wasn't that . . "

  I interrupted and said, "Yes, it was."

  "You spent the afternoon in bed with . . ."

  Again I interrupted and said, "Yes." Then after thinking for a couple moments I went on, "Five years ago when she was nineteen, or maybe still eighteen, she had a couple first roles in film but was still a model. I was fairly new in business, trying to get established and I did a session with her for an ad agency. One thing led to another and we got together often. We just clicked. I really liked her a lot. She had her career and I was trying to build my business. If we both had normal jobs maybe we would have stayed together, maybe not. But we both had careers in the way. As you know, she's been very successful, gets millions for each picture."

  "She found her husband, her fairly new husband, having sex with another girl. So she's divorcing him. She's really ticked about it. I think she was, in a way, looking for revenge. Plus, she hadn't had sex for about a month so she was horny. And there I was, so we revisited some good old days. That's probably it. Maybe, if she ever loses the paparazzi we'll meet again. I think she'd like to be a normal woman with a family on one hand but has this booming career that gives her a lot of pleasure and ego boost as well as tons of money so she'll probably have to put off the family for some time yet."

  The next day, when I got home, Lisa was waiting and indicates she wants to talk with me. "Ted," she starts. Not Uncle Ted, just Ted. "I've been with three guys. I mean I've had sex with three guys. I love it, every moment of it. But I realize, I really don't have a lot of experience and I don't think any of the three did, either. The first was both my first and I was his first. We really didn't know what we were doing. I've got a lot of life ahead of me and I hope it will include a lot of sex. If there's some way to have better sex, to experience even better, for me to become good at it, I want to. Oh, that's dumb, I'm not saying it right."

  "I think I need to have sex with someone that's really great at it so I can learn what good sex is and then enjoy it even more for the next sixty years or whatever. It's extremely obvious that you're unusually good at it. Gorgeous women choose you, women who have a lot of experience and know what they like. They like you. So what I would like, please hear me out, is to have sex with you."

  I start to say something and she cuts in. "Don't tell me about incest, that's old. That taboo was because inbred children would result. Well I'm on the pill. Sex has nothing to do with procreation for me right now. I also agree to not interfere with your life as you've lived it. I don't need to become your full time lover. You can still have as many girls as you want. Just include me occasionally. I don't know what you do but I know it must be terrific for all these women to choose you. I want you as a learning experience. I've watched you looking at me. I purposely let you see more than I should. I know you find me attractive and I love sex so I'll do everything I can to make sure you enjoy being with me. How about it?"

  Shit, what do I say. How do I explain this to her mother? Well, she's never going to tell her mother and neither am I. She's going to be living here for perhaps three more years. Can I handle that, can I sleep alone knowing she's in the next room and would like to be in my bed. Do I end up with her in bed all the time instead of my constantly changing line up like I now have? Oh well. "Lisa," I finally say, "If I go to bed with you and we both love it we'll want to repeat it often. That would change my life. I'm used to variety. It would change your life, too. You should be dating and flirting and having sex with fellow students your own age. Is it possible for two people to enjoy sex with each other and live in the same house and also have sex with others whenever they choose? That could be tough."

  "Yeah, I understand everything you're saying. I agree it could be tough. But I also think it can be done. I could have slept with you in between sleeping with Boyd. I would probably have put Boyd off another day or something."

  "You could handle having sex with multiple people?" I ask. "I don't mean at once but interspersed with each other, sort of like having a harem lined up or something."

  "Why not? You're doing exactly that now. I don't see why I couldn't do it. You have a couple different people every week, most of the time people you've had before. I think I can handle that, too."

  "You may discover that I offer no more than the guys you've been with. Perhaps I'm just the available cock for these women. I have to admit, though, you're gorgeous. Those breasts alone can hook me. So, o.k., lets' do it. Do we eat dinner first?"

  "I'm so anxious to get into this, I couldn't take time to eat now. Let's go into your bedroom and get started. Maybe I'll just have you for dinner or maybe get something a lot later."

  "You want my bedroom not yours?"

  "Yeah. I think it will be even sexier to be someplace else than my room."

  We go into the bedroom. She says, "We just get naked, huh?"

  I reply, "O.k. if that's what you want. We could take time to disrobe each other, though." I kick off my shoes and she does, too.

  "Fine, let's do that. But it can't take too much time. I always start by sucking cock. For some reason I'm just nuts about cock. It's like what sex is all about. I'm anxious to get at you."

  I go to her and put my arms around her and hold her close and kiss her. I kiss her again, moving my hands down onto her butt and pressing her against me. I step back a little and start unbuttoning her blouse. She helps when I start pulling it off her arms and shoulders. I kiss her again and reach behind her and unfasten her bra. I step back again and the bra comes off and her large, round breasts are right there, nipples a medium pink, aureolas a darker pink. Extremely lovely. "You have perfect breasts, Lisa," I say to her and use my hands to caress her breasts and pinch lightly on her nipples.

  "Oh fuck," she says, reaching to my shirt and starting to pull it over my head. I help and it comes off. We're both bare to the waist and we hold each other and kiss again, her bare breasts against me. "This is all so sexy," she says as she starts undoing my belt. She gets that done and unbuttons the top button of my trousers, unzips the fly and starts pulling them down. As they get loose and down to my hips, she grabs the top of my boxer shorts and pulls them down and then pulls both down to my feet. As I step out of them she has one hand grasping my cock and the other fondling my balls. She's on her knees, facing my cock. "I love your cock," she says and gets her mouth to it, opening wide and taking the head into her mouth.

  "I don't want to tell you how to do this," I say. "Do whatever you feel like. If you really love cock you might want to sort of make love to it, lick it, be nice to it. Or, if what you really want is a mouthful of cum, start working hard right away and get me there as quick as you can. Or something in between, whatever suits you. Just don't bite."

  She has half my cock in her mouth and her eyes flick up at me and I think she's grinning. It's hard to tell since her mouth is crammed full of me. She pulls back some and leans her head and licks my cock along it's length. I don't have a record size cock. Perhaps a half inch more than average, perhaps not, a little thicker than some. It stands up nice and straight, though. Then she moves her head slightly and does the other side, then licks around my cock head. "Maybe I should take longer and maybe some other time I can but for right now, I really need this," she says and opens wide and sucks about half of me into her in one stroke.

  "You're young and anxious and that's fine. A dozen or so times from now you might do things different." She really works hard, licking, sucking, sliding her lips back and forth as they grip me tightly, her fingers following behind and masturbating me as she sucks. Her other hand is playing with my balls, almost like rolling marbles around in a bag, like she's learning how they feel. I last a couple minutes, not real long. Regardless of what she thinks, I'm just another guy, human, I can't last forever when a girl hungry for cock is working me to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I say and she just keeps on doing what she's been doing and then I shoot a load into her mouth. She stops for a moment to swallow and then slides her lips up my length
as far as she can, getting most of me into her mouth, and licks and sucks as I shoot of a couple more times, pretty much right down her throat. She uses those lips to milk me of whatever I have left and then licks around the head, gathering whatever she's forced out of me.

  Still holding my cock but not my balls, she sits back on her haunches and looks at my red, well sucked cock as it deflates. "I love to do that. If there was such a job I think I could suck cock all day long. And you have a really nice one, Ted." She stands up and I hold her tight and kiss her again. I'm naked and she still has on her skirt and panties. Now it's my turn and I want her but I'm not as anxious as she was. I suspect I like eating pussy as much as she likes sucking cock. But I might like fucking even more.

  I reach down and help her up, hold her close and kiss her. I kiss down onto her shoulders and move around behind her and get both hands to her front, cupping those lovely breasts. I kiss her shoulders a little more while using my hands to fondle her breasts. "Lisa you have a lovely, trim, sexy body and it would be so even if these babies were a couple sizes smaller. But with them the size and shape they are, you have a real treasure. I'm sure that everyone that sees you notices them and is interested in getting at them." I tweak her nipples and then move my hands to unfasten her skirt and start to get it to drop. I kneel behind her and get hold of her panties and pull them down as her skirt drops. She steps out of both of them. I move my hands to her butt, her lovely, firm, round butt. "You have a great ass, Lisa. I've noticed it over and over." I kiss it and feel it, then stand and start walking her over to the bed. I get her to sit on the edge of the bed, facing me.