Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "Please don't," I gasped. For a brief moment, I thought he'd listened; then I felt the door at my back open and he pushed me inside.

  The door closed and it was pitch black; I couldn't see anything. I heard a noise that sounded like the door locking and I began to panic. "What are you doing?" I asked trying to keep my voice from cracking "Let me out!" I demanded. All I heard was a dark, throaty laugh from behind me. I spun around, but still couldn't see anything. "This isn't funny! Open the door now!" He responded with another laugh.

  "Feisty aren't you? I like that. It makes it all the sweeter when you surrender to me."

  "You're crazy!" I shouted "Surrender? I'm not surrendering anything to you. Now let me out of here!" I grappled for the door and stumbled over something. He laughed again, his hand encircling my wrist as he dragged me across the room. My eyes were starting to adjust to the lack of light, but the alcohol wasn't helping me to understand my surroundings until I saw a large bed.

  I tried to pull away, but he gripped me tighter, his arm went around my waist and held me, my back pressed tight against him. I tried desperately to pry his arm off, but he readjusted his position to a bear hug, my arms pinned by my sides. I could feel his heavy breathing against my hair "I like it when you struggle".

  "Please don't do this. Please just let me go. I won't say anything. I won't tell. Just let me go. Please"

  "And I like it when you beg" he teased "But if I let you go now, I get nothing, do I? That doesn't seem fair, especially with the way you kissed me. Maybe we can trade." He suggested.

  "What do you want?" I asked anxiously. Maybe if I could just keep him talking I could figure a way out of this mess.

  "I want to play a little game; it's a little like truth or dare. I'll ask the questions and you either tell me the truth or let me claim a part of you to play with. If you answer all the questions truthfully, I'll unlock the door. You seem to be an honest, trustworthy girl; it shouldn't be too difficult for you to win, should it?"

  I thought about what he was saying and it did seem simple enough, too simple maybe. "What's the catch?" I asked.

  "No catch. I'll know if you're lying, so just tell the truth." I nodded in agreement.

  "Excellent. First question: Earlier when you said you'd never been fucked up the ass, did you mean that?" he sounded curious and I was wondering where he was going with this conversation. I nodded. "You have a virgin ass?"

  "Yes. So, what?" I asked starting to feel embarrassed; it wasn't that big a deal surely.

  "And you were turned on watching that porno, weren't you?" I nodded again. "You liked that those men were rough, didn't you?" I hesitated before nodding. "Does your boyfriend know this side of you? Does he understand your hidden sexual cravings?"

  "We've never really talked about it," I admitted.

  "Can he satisfy the animal in you that needs dominating? Does he give it to you rough? Does he take you, the way I know you like it? I want to know if he fulfils your desire to be overpowered by a strong man who knows what he wants and takes it. Tell me the truth. Does he?" Every whispered question added to my arousal, which I tried desperately to hide

  "No" I answered honestly, hoping it was enough to secure my release. No matter how much my pussy was aching to have his cock buried deep inside, I was not going to let it happen, I was going to be faithful.

  "Good girl" he commended "Now tell me, do you secretly fantasize about being dominated?" I nodded "Do you get wet thinking about being forced to take cock?" I nodded again "Are you turned on right now?" I paused, not sure how to answer. I knew the answer, but I wasn't sure I wanted to give it. "Are you turned on right now?" he repeated. I nodded and was sure I could feel him smile. "Is your pussy wet, thinking how good my cock would feel inside you?" I paused again. "The truth" he reminded me. I nodded, ashamed of my feelings. "Do you want me inside you?"

  "Please just let me go," I begged. His grip tightened and he pushed his body up against me. I could feel his rigid member through the fabric of my skirt and panties, pressing against the crease of my ass, I gasped; it was huge and rock hard. He began to grind himself into me. "Do you want me inside you?" Oh, God I really did want him, but I knew I couldn't answer him truthfully this time.

  "No" I said as steadily as I could.

  "Your first lie" he mocked disapprovingly. His hand slid down my top and inside my bra to cup my breast. I wriggled frantically, but he was so strong. He rubbed his thumb over my erect nipple, and then pinched it hard. I yelped as the pain shot through my body, turning to pleasure as the sensation reached between my legs. He began kneading my breast, squeezing and pulling at me.

  "Stop" I breathed.

  "Just claiming my prize" he smiled and pinched my nipple again. I gasped. "Do you like that?" he taunted.

  I almost said no, but was scared he would know I was lying and claim another part of my body, so I swallowed my pride and answered truthfully, "Yes".

  "Good girl. I was sure you were going to lie again," he continued caressing my breast and rubbing my nipple hard. "Tell me, are you honourable?" he asked. The question threw me a little; it didn't seem to fit with his line of questioning so far.

  Nevertheless, the answer was easy "Yes. I like to think so" His hand slipped out from clutching at my breast and I stifled a sigh. I wasn't sure if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment.

  "Take off your top" he ordered.

  "What? No!" I exclaimed, wondering how he could possibly think I was going to comply.

  "I thought you said you were honourable?"

  "I am!" I argued defiantly.

  "Then take off your top. You lied and now I can claim any part of you that I choose. That was the agreement; so take off your top!" I thought about what he'd said for a moment. "Now!" he ordered and there was something dangerous in his tone of voice that demanded I obey him. I nodded in agreement and he loosened his grip on me. I briefly considered making a run for the door, but wasn't sure I'd make it; he was clearly in a position to easily over-power me. I reached for my top and pulled it over my head. I dropped it to the floor next to the bed. "Lose the bra," he said unclasping it and I slid the straps down my arms and let it fall. The cool air hardened my nipples further and goosebumps appeared on my arms and shoulders; that's what I told myself; it had nothing to do with his fingers sliding over my skin. "Turn around" he whispered and I slowly turned to face him. His eyes focused on my breasts and his hands grasped them gently, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples, causing pleasure to shoot along my nerve endings. He raised his eyes to mine as he continued stroking me. I tried desperately not to show any emotion on my face, but my breathing wouldn't calm and my heart wouldn't stop pounding in my chest. He smiled knowingly. Keeping eye contact with me, he leaned down and took one of my nipples between his lips. It took all my effort not to moan aloud as his tongue flicked out and licked at it before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking continuously as his hand moved to my free nipple and pinched it hard. This time the moan escaped before I had the chance to stifle it. My pussy flooded with my warm juice, soaking my panties so much it felt like I'd peed myself. His grip tightened on my breasts and he squeezed them together as if trying to meld them into one. His tongue darted between nipples, sucking, licking, biting gently. The sensations were driving me crazy with lust. I found myself closing my eyes, my head tilting back as my breathing quickened and small moans of pleasure escaped. I tried frantically not to run my fingers through his hair and hold his head against me so he wouldn't stop. I couldn't help but imagine what that tongue would feel like flicking over another sensitive part of my body. I wanted him; there was no denying it. He was strong, sexy, and unbelievably gorgeous and the alpha male in him radiated out of every pore of his being. I wanted him. I wanted him bad.

  Suddenly he stopped and I almost cried out with need. I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me, his mouth inches away from mine. I looked at those beautiful full lips and his tongue moved out to lick them. I found myself mo
ving in, mesmerized. Just as my lips were about to touch his, he spoke. "You want to kiss me."

  It wasn't a question, but I found myself answering anyway "Yes".

  He smiled devilishly and leaned in again, his lips just grazing mine "What would your boyfriend say?" Just like that, my sense came flooding in. I stepped back to find the bed at my calves. He smiled and reached out for my breast, cupping it gently and stroking his thumb over my nipple again.

  "We have to stop," I pleaded.

  "Why?" he asked, raising his other hand to cup my free breast. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip painfully.

  "Please" I begged, tears threatening to spill. "You've had your fun, now just let me go" I tried to pull away again and almost succeeded. His arm hooked around my waist and he threw me down on the bed, laying his body down on top of mine, effectively pinning me beneath him. I tried pushing him off, but he just laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head. Grasping them in one hand, his other hand moved down to my skirt and pulled it up to my waist. "No!" I screamed and struggled, frantically trying to escape. I managed to get a hand free, but he was on me before I had a chance to claw his eyes out. He held me tight, almost cutting off the circulation and the next thing I knew, he was binding my wrists together and tying them to the bed. I pulled and wriggled, but whatever he'd used was holding and I was just hurting myself with each twist. He stood watching my struggle with an amused expression on his face. "Don't do this," I begged "Please".

  His smile widened "I told you I like it when you beg". He lifted his t-shirt over his head, revealing a tanned, sculpted chest. My god, he really was gorgeous. His hands moved down to his jeans and as the zip lowered, I held my breath, unable to take my eyes off him. His jeans came down. He had well built legs, muscled, but not overly so, perfect in fact. His hands moved to his boxers, his thumbs sliding in the waistband. He stopped and I looked up to see him watching me. I turned away, embarrassed at being caught in what was so obviously an ogle. He chuckled. "Do you want me to take these off?" he asked his voice husky.

  "Of course not" I snapped "I want you to untie me and let me go!"

  "Three more lies" he sneered "and I thought you were such a good girl"

  "I'm not lying!" I defended.

  "And another, my, my. That makes four parts of you that you've given me, how delightful," he taunted and his boxers came down to reveal his huge dick. It was both long and thick, and extremely hard.

  His mushroom head was huge and my pussy involuntarily twitched with sheer wanton lust. "Oh god" I mumbled.

  "Do you like my cock?" he asked his eyes hungrily gazing over my body. "You can lie if you want to" he dared, "In fact, I'd like you to lie". I kept silent, knowing any answer was bound to excite him further. He stood closer, towering over me. "Do you like my cock?" he repeated. I turned my head the other way, ignoring him. He sat on the bed beside me and leaned down so his lips grazed my ear when he spoke "Are you forfeiting?" he whispered softly as his hand stroked over my breasts.

  "No I'm not forfeiting! I'm not playing your damn game! Let me go! Now!" I demanded. He simply laughed. I was furious. "Paul's going to be here any minute. He'll stop you." His laugh abruptly halted and I smiled smugly, now I had him.

  "Oh sweetie" he purred, stroking my hair "Paul isn't coming back any time soon. He and Jack have gone clubbing for the night." I started to shake my head and was about to argue, when he cut in "He asked me to make sure you enjoyed yourself" his voice full of sexual innuendo.

  "You're lying" I accused venomously.

  "Hate to break it to you darling, but he and Jack like to play this game all the time."

  "What are you talking about? You mean they feed you their girlfriends, so you can rape them?" I asked acidly. His face darkened and I was instantly sorry I'd said anything at all. No matter how pretty the packaging, he was dangerous. He must have seen the fear on my face, but he didn't smile as I thought he would. Instead, he continued to stroke my hair, almost trying to soothe me. I was confused. "Paul and Jack find it easier to break up with their girlfriends if they have something to accuse them of, that way it's the girls fault, not theirs. They're cowards. For your information, I don't rape them, I don't even sleep with them, it's just a make out session; but it's enough for them to feel guilty. Well, most of them" he smiled.

  "But I don't understand why. Why don't they just tell them it's over? I don't get it."

  "Like I said, they're cowards," he answered.

  "Wait a minute. Does that mean this is Paul's way of breaking up with me? By asking you to seduce me?" I asked incredulously. That toad!

  "Well..." he hesitated. It was the first time I'd even sensed doubt from him. "It was only meant to be a kiss" he admitted "but... well... you..."

  "I what?!"

  "You got turned on by that porno and I realised you were into the same kind of thing I was. I wanted to know how far you'd go. Then I kinda got carried away I guess."

  "...kinda got carried away?" I repeated sardonically. "You've got me tied to a bed, half naked!" In light of his recent confession, I expected him to apologise and untie me. He didn't.

  His eyes swept over my body in that hungry way they had. "I do, don't I?" he smiled gratifyingly. My breath quickened as I caught sight of his hard cock jump in excitement, while he looked intently at my mostly naked form. "I just have a few more questions, then if you still want me to, I'll untie you. Agreed?" He seemed genuine enough, so I nodded in agreement. "Do you believe me; about Paul and Jack?" I thought back over the last few weeks that made up our entire relationship and even though I didn't like it, I admitted I really did believe they were capable of that. I nodded that I believed him and he let out a rush of breath that he'd been holding. "If you weren't Paul's girlfriend, would something more have happened between us tonight?" I thought about how he'd made me feel, about how close I'd come to surrendering myself to him, even though I believed I was still with Paul. I looked at him, studying his face, his body. Wow, he really was one hot alpha male. I nodded again and his beautiful smile lit up his face. "Last question: Will you forgive me?" I was gob-smacked, stunned, after everything that had passed between us in such a short period, I'd felt so many contradictorily feelings: pain, pleasure, frustration, horror, fear, lust, but right now I couldn't help but notice the way in which he was still stroking my hair soothingly.

  Could I forgive him? "Yes" I'd meant to answer in my head. However, what shocked me more was the absolute resolution in my voice. I could forgive him. He smiled and that smile lit up his face and that was when I knew I wanted to forgive him. He leaned down to untie my wrists. "Wait!" I cried, halting him in the process "You don't have to, if you don't want to". I could hardly believe what I was saying; it seemed I was finally agreeing to what my pussy had been telling me all along.

  The End.

  Late Starters

  By the time her last year at High School got underway, Judith saw herself as cute rather than pretty. Her front teeth were a bit too prominent for her liking, but her hair came down past her shoulders and her figure was developing nicely at last, with the promise of a little more to come. A hormonal dysfunction had put her miles behind all the other girls in her year in her physical development, but now at just 18, her hormones were raging at last.

  The Health Ed teacher said that boys think about sex all the time, and Judith sometimes wondered if that was normal for girls too. She certainly did. Sex and the development of her body were right up there with boys and romance as topics that went round and round inside her head during almost all her waking hours.

  Her change from child to young woman was years overdue, but at last it was almost complete. She knew by now she was never going to have big tits, but what she had so far looked and felt quite good. Two little cupcakes, and her nipples seemed to be hard all the time lately. Her soft little twat had been gradually growing a sparse covering of fur for a few years now, but her pussy still only had a tight little slit furrowing through it. Except when
she turned on and got all excited. Then her soft pink inner lips would swell and poke out through her furrow, and her clit would get all swollen and tender. She had been waiting for her first period to arrive for years. She couldn't wait to be a woman, in that way, anyway. "Becoming a woman" by having sex was something different. Or was it?

  It had been a typical shitty day at school. The usual sort of stuff: teachers raving on about things they couldn't care less about. The attractive boys ignored her completely, and the drips and dweebs and retards made stupid comments and tried to stroke her bottom as they 'passed' in the corridor. All the boys in high school had been ignoring her for years, so at least some attention was better than none. It seemed she had watched enviously forever, as her girlfriends grew tits and hips and all started their periods and got boyfriends and "did it" while she stayed underdeveloped and ignored.

  None of the boys trying to touch her "accidentally" would really be much of a lover anyway. at least that was what the other girls at school said. Judith joined them in talking as though she knew what sex was all about. She did know the basics from books and Health Ed and stuff. She even knew a bit about what it might feel like, but not with boys; Only with herself.

  For all her big talk to the other girls, and for all the worldly attitude she demonstrated, Judith was technically as pure as the driven snow. Still a virgin! Dammit! The question of how long she would stay one was open, since she didn't know any suitable boys. There were certainly boys at school who "did it" but none of them had ever shown any interest in her.