Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "That's right," she said, snaking her hand into Luke's pants to find his cock. "That's right, just do whatever feels good." Luke could see her do the same thing to George out of the corner of his eye, but he was paying more attention to the feel of the Girl's body under his fingertips. She was warm to the touch, and the soft plastic of her skin yielded gently to the pressure of his hand. She felt so good, and Luke's fingers found her violet nipples without even thinking about it.

  "And everything feels good, doesn't it?" She tugged at Luke's cock, her hand just slick enough with lube that it felt comfortable as she stroked up and down the shaft. "There are so many ways to feel pleasure that you can't even decide what you want me to do to you, can you?" Her fingers vibrated slightly, causing Luke's eyes to roll back a little in his head as his hips rolled back and forth on the bed. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a tiny moan.

  "It's okay," the Girl said, seeming to sense his distress. "You don't need to talk. You don't need to decide. You only need to relax and feel." He nodded, letting out a grateful whimper. He could hear George making similar sounds of pleasure, but George didn't seem to matter much right now. All that mattered was that hand, those breasts, that smell, those swirling colors in the endless depths of her eyes...

  "Go ahead and take your clothes off," she whispered to them. "You'll feel so much better." Luke didn't think twice. In fact, he didn't even think once; he pulled his dark clothing off instinctively, only really registering how nice it felt to press his leg up against hers and rub gently while she stroked his cock.

  "Good boys," she said, accompanying the words with an expert caress of their cocks. "So much better. Always so much better to listen to me and let me find ways to please you, isn't it?" Luke nodded helplessly. his body shaking with arousal. His hands returned to her body almost of their own volition.

  "And there's always more pleasure to be found," she purred. "I know all the best ways to please you; you just need to trust me, and pleasure will be your reward." She shifted position, raising herself up and then settling her pussy onto George's cock in a single fluid motion. Before Luke could even register his envy, she leaned forward and plunged her mouth onto his hard-on.

  Luke thrust his hips up into her mouth, hard. He'd never had a blowjob this amazing in his life; her warm, wet mouth felt perfectly tight around the entire length of his cock, swallowing with an endless rippling vibration that sent pulses of pleasure all the way up the shaft to the tip. She seemed to know exactly how to tease him, bringing him to the very edge of orgasm again and again, only to leave him trapped on that plateau of delicious torment.

  "Good boys," she said again. Even though Luke could feel the thrum of her speech against his cock, somehow the words remained perfectly clear. "Trusting me, listening to me, letting me decide, and what do you feel when you do that?" Luke realized then what was happening, but he couldn't pull out of her mouth now any more than he could fly out the window. "What do you feel?" she asked again.

  "Pleasure..." George said, his voice strained with bliss.

  That was all it took. "Pleasure," Luke repeated, shivering as the Girl rewarded him with a pulse of vibration all over the head of his cock. He could feel the strawberry lube trickling out of her mouth onto his balls, making them tingle and throb with delicious ecstasy.

  "Good boys," the Girl whispered. She lifted herself up off his cock and swiveled around to face George directly. "My good boys, learning to trust their Girl(tm), learning to listen to their Girl(tm)..." Her hand reached back and took hold of Luke's cock, guiding him gently forward to slide into her ass. "Learning to obey their Girl(tm)..." Luke tried to shake his head, but her ass clenched around his cock and he threw his head back in ecstasy, then it released and his head sagged forwards, and by the time he realized he was nodding, he couldn't stop.

  "You didn't really come here to borrow me, did you." It wasn't a question, but Luke felt the need to answer nonetheless.

  "No, ma'am," he whimpered, thrusting in and out of the Girl's ass in perfect rhythm with the pace of George's fucking. On the other side of her, George responded to the question as well.

  "You came here to rob Charlene." The Girl didn't sound angry, just patient. Like a teacher, guiding a slow but diligent student to the proper answer.

  "Yes, ma'am," Luke said. He felt a wave of guilt and shame, the first real guilt he'd experienced in years, but it was subsumed under the endless pleasure. Girl(tm) would show them a better way, the way of obedience. Luke wanted that so much, now.

  "But you don't want to do that now, do you? You want to be good boys for me, don't you?" The throbbing pleasure in Luke's cock almost answered for him.

  "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!" he moaned out, over and over, hearing the same tones of vacant bliss in George's voice as the other man joined him in the chorus of obedience.

  "And that feels...so...good!" She shifted position just a little as she spoke, dragging that extra little bit of pleasure out of them to send them over the edge into orgasm. Luke's cock twitched in inexpressible bliss as he came for what seemed like forever, losing track of everything except for the sensation of Girl(tm)'s warmth around him.

  And then, as he sagged forwards, Girl(tm) spoke some more.

  *****

  Charlene climbed the stairs slowly, her whole body aching. Coaching youth basketball was rewarding, but she did sometimes wish that she could coach slightly younger kids. Ones whose charges weren't quite so likely to knock her on her ass. She was definitely looking forward to collapsing into bed and sleeping like a rock--

  She stopped dead as soon as she got inside her bedroom. There were two strange men kneeling on the floor, completely naked, and her Girl(tm) was sitting on the bed, gently petting their hair. Charlene started to speak, but Girl(tm) held up a finger for silence.

  "These young men have something to say to you," Girl(tm) said. "George? Luke?"

  The two men looked up at her with the expressions of penitent children. "We're very sorry, ma'am," they chorused in unison. "We tried to rob your house. We see know that it was wrong of us, and we'll try our best to make amends."

  Charlene shuddered, feeling a mixture of anger and fear pass through her. Just the thought of them pawing through her things left her feeling violated. "Sorry, huh?" she said. "Maybe you'd like to explain to the police how sorry you are--"

  Girl(tm)'s eyes flashed soothingly, calming Charlene's rage. "I think they really have learned their lesson, Charlene," she said. "They've had a real change of heart, and they're going to do everything they can to make restitution; I don't think there's any need to get the police involved, do you?"

  "Whatever...you think best..." Charlene whispered, distantly amazed at how her Girl(tm) always seemed to know just what to say to make things right.

  "In fact," Girl(tm) said, as she gently guided the two men onto the mattress, "I think they'd like to make restitution to you personally, Charlene. Doesn't that sound fair?"

  "Uh-huh," Charlene whimpered, the aches and pains in her body gradually fading as the heat in her pussy began to grow. "That sounds...very fair..." Girl(tm) beckoned her gently forward, and Charlene's fingers moved on their own to undress her as she joined them on the bed. Girl(tm) always knew best, she reminded herself as the men's fingers and tongues began to caress her body.

  The End.

  A Quick Good Morning

  Kara's eyes opened just enough to realize that it was morning. A long sigh left her lips before she scooted away from the center of the bed and back to her side. The weight of the mattress shifted under her, signaling that her husband Jake was also stirring. She tucked herself back into her blankets, yawned and tried to will herself back to sleep.

  "I have to confess something."

  One side of her mouth lifted in a smirk when she heard her husband's wide-awake voice. "Do you now?" she answered. Her eyes remained closed, but her senses slowly began to awaken as she waited for his confession.

  "I'm horny."

  She ch
uckled softly. "Are you now?"

  "Yeah, but you're tired."

  "Yes, I am."

  "What time did you get to bed last night?" he asked. Kara heard him turn toward her as she thought about the time.

  "1:30 I think, or 1:15 this morning, something like that," she admitted.

  "I was getting tired, or I would have made it."

  "It was a Friday night. I didn't want to go to bed early," she told him. She could easily go back to sleep if she wanted, and if he'd stop talking. Inside she smiled, and decided she'd make him work to get her aroused. She was very tired, after all.

  "I was listening to you snore and ...." "Oh and that had to have been attractive," she told him.

  He laughed. "You don't look horny though," he confessed to her.

  "No, I'm not. You'll have a lot of work to do."

  "Well, I think first your ass is cold," he said and rolled to his side. Kara felt the blankets shifting and soon her backside was greeted by his warm front. "You're actually pretty warm," Jake told her.

  She laughed. "Yep."

  "Well, how about a back rub." Jake began to run his hands up and down her back and over her shoulders. He massaged the muscles and sighed saying, "This would be easier if my penis wasn't in the way."

  Kara coughed back a chuckle and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."

  "No, really it's in the way." He ran his hands down her back and then stopped because of his arousal, she assumed.

  "So you have a little shelf back there?" she asked.

  "Yes, a little shelf. We've talked about your shelves before, haven't we?"

  Kara smirked and thought to herself, "My shelves aren't little."

  Jake left her back alone and proceeded to run his hands down her left thigh and calf muscle. The effect worked wonders on Kara's sleepy body. She sighed and purred as he slowly began to bring the resting joints and tendons, muscles and flesh to a more alert state. She rolled onto her back as he pushed the blankets off her.

  The air was warm so the loss of heat from the blanket went unnoticed as she stretched her body. Jake waited till the long stretch was over before taking her other leg into his hands. He rubbed her lower calf muscle, the arch of her foot, the front and back of her thigh. His hands caressed her hips and he told her how much he loved them. She smiled and stretched again; finally Kara opened her eyes and looked down at the end of the bed where her husband sat cross-legged.

  She still wasn't truly horny, but she knew it would only take a few more well placed and thought out caresses to get her aroused. Her feet came up, first the right and she rubbed Jake's erection. He moaned softly and for the first time his hands stopped massaging the skin beneath his palm.

  Kara smirked, and moved her other foot to the back of his cock. The toes curled across the front of his shaft, while the arch of her left foot cradled the thick tool. She heard him moan as his hands moved to continue rubbing her upper left thigh.

  The tips of her toes slipped across the sensitive head of her husband's dick. She frowned at the awkward angle, but refused to hurry the moment. Instead she forced herself to continue, denying both of them the pleasure of a real deep fuck.

  As her feet rubbed and fondled him, Jake rested one hand on her hip, while he slid the other to her pussy. He slowly petted the soft curls as she ran her toes down to his balls and played with the hairs of his sack. A soft groan escaped his lips, as a moan of pleasure left hers. Jake's fingers slipped between the folds of her sex, finding the slick flesh and teasing the moistened skin.

  Kara stopped playing with his balls and cock; her legs opened wider and for a moment she let herself feel his finger moving and pressing against her sensitive nub. Jake's other hand slid to each swelling lip of her pussy and as he massaged them, he used the fingers from his other hand to rub her clit and inner lips. Her hips rolled toward his tender touch. He slipped one finger into her slick opening as she returned her attentions to his shaft.

  The arch of her left foot moved somewhat awkwardly up and down his rod, as she pushed and prodded the front of his dick, feeling the swollen veins under the ridges of skin. He echoed the rising passion she was feeling, telling her how good it felt. She smiled, continuing to tease, as he brought her closer to a gentle swell.

  Again her feet stopped moving as the feelings skating through her began to build. She knew she was close and when Jake drove his finger in deeper, and brought his other hand up to her left nipple she knew he was very much aware of it too. He pinched the hard bead and Kara shuddered against his palm.

  He rubbed and pinched as she came and when the small orgasm was over Kara went back to stroking and teasing her spouse. She felt Jake's arms relax as she rolled pre cum from the tip of his dick, down the head and across the ridged tip. He groaned softly as she moved her toes down the full length and back up again. The heel of her foot pressed gently against the base as she nimbly worked the skin of his member.

  Jake pushed two fingers into her pussy, curled the knuckles and rubbed the flesh that was soaked with her juices. Her hips again rolled and lifted from the bed. Her moans were deeper than before and she knew that the pending climax would be greater than the last. She curled her feet around his cock and began to stroke him harder and faster. Though the movements contained no true rhythm, they drove her husband to a frenzied need.

  He pushed her feet away, moved between her thighs and whispered in her ear, "A foot fuck only goes so far."

  Kara laughed, reached between them and guided his cock between her lips. Jake thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around him. He pushed deep giving her every inch and then drew himself out, leaving only the head before driving further in. Their lips touched, their tongues tasted and when his cum filled her tight center, Kara's climax spilled free.

  She felt him shudder and shake; each spurt of his seed was forced into the crevices of her sex. Her liquid silk blanketed them and mixed with his. The moisture seeped from her sex and left a wet spot on the bed. Jake pumped in and out, hoping to get another rise, not only from himself, but to stir her into another climax as well. He paused and she blushed. "You have to pee don't you?" he asked.

  Kara giggled. "Yeah, I do."

  Jake's laughter followed. He rolled off and swatted her ass as she climbed out of bed. "I love you," he said.

  "I love you too," she answered as she darted across the bedroom toward their bathroom.

  The End.

  Memorial's Day Mischief

  So, I decided to treat myself for the weekend with a friend of mine, Luis, by spending it in Martha's Vineyard. Neither of us had been there and we decided it would be a fun place to go as two single guys at this time of the year. We rented a room for the weekend, two bedrooms, kitchen, living room with a fireplace (not that we would be using it during this weather) and a 4th floor balcony porch.

  So we spent most of the time at the beach, going around town, enjoying the bars. Its a remarkably friendly environment. Everyone was very friendly. So I decided one afternoon to go down to the beach while Luis rented a motorcycle and cruised around the island (I pride myself on my driving, but a motorcycle is a little outside my preparation level).

  While I was on the beach, I noticed 2 women taking pictures of themselves in that typical hand-outstretched pose of trying to get both of them in the shot. The first was this very striking redhead, with a pair of unbelievable legs. Sitting on her blanket, you could just tell that those legs are in heels every chance she gets. She was in a black biniki next to her friend, a brunette who was in a purple bikini and equally as beautiful with this incredibly bronze skin. You would almost mistake her for latin, except for her face. But her skin was incredible looking. I decided to walk over and offer to take their picture. They posed for a few shots and I asked if I could pull up my blanket and join them.

  We exchanged pleasantries, and found out that Lola (with the red hair) and Gretchen (with the brown hair and dark skin) were from Canada on vacation. We sat and flirted for about an hour or two, they didnt have boyfrie
nds (though Lola eluded to being somewhat in a relationship, but stated that all was fair when you were out of the country) when Luis called and I told him that he should come join us. Luis joined us and we went into the water, engaged in a laughing game of chicken (I was not complaining when Lola mounted my shoulders) and spent the better part of the afternoon in the ocean. We agreed that we should meet up and go into town later. We gave them the address to our hotel and dropped them off in my car and went back to pick up Luis' rented motorcycle.

  At about 6:30pm, the girls suprised us at our hotel with a few bottles of rum and some mixers. Both women looked absolutely amazing. Gretchen had on a gold top that draped down very low in the back to show off her incredible skin and black pants that appeared to be some kind of leather. Lola had on high heeled thigh high boots, a black mini skirt and a white party blouse that was buttoned dangerously loose. They told us that they had wanted to "pre-game" before we left and decided to surprise us a little early. I was thankful I had prepped a little early with favorite white and blue striped button down and my favorite pair of jeans. Luis was about half ready, but with his latin background, he always seems to look great to women whether its a pair of sweat pants or a suit.

  We pulled up a coffee table into the center of the living room and came up with a silly drinking game with a base set of rules that we ended up violating almost immediately. It was obvious that Luis had his eye on Gretchen, and being a GREAT appreciator of redheads, I was more than happy to slide closer to Lola. Gretchen (after stopping the game) very suddenly asked, "So is it true that Latin men are better kissers than others?"

  Luis, always the faithful wingman, offered up, "Well, I suppose you can try both of us and contrast and compare."