Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "Stand in the centre of the room, luv. I want to look at you." Ok, these rooms are not exactly made to have a "centre" and allow one to walk around. I just twirl my finger, motioning you to spin in place. Slowly. I do rather like what I see. A step, and I am before you, staring down into your eyes. Reaching up to caress the back of your neck. Then to take hold of your hair-bun, pull your head back and kiss you. Hard. Pull your head back a bit more, and softly lick along side of your neck, where your pulse beats passion under your flesh.

  "Turn around. Put your hands on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs." I raise your skirts, leaving it draped well above your waist, your delicious arse exposed. An ass made to be caressed (I do).... and spanked (and I do that, as well.) Lightly at first, just the fingers, a slow rhythm. Mmmm...you really do have a lovely arse. Do you like that? Sightly harder slaps, now, but still just warming you up.

  "Stand up again, luv. Unbutton your blouse." Sometimes, I like to strip you myself. Others, to sit back and watch as you show off for me. Tonight, as much as I do like watching you undress, I am after the glory inside.

  With your blouse un-buttoned and pulled free just enough, I caress your tits with both hands. Yes, you can see the dreamy smile on my face -- you have lovely tits, too. I take them into my hands, one each, and squeeze. Hard. Still that smile, but less dreamy and more evil. Oh yes...I do like playing with your body. Hard.

  You've worn a back-hook bra. Not surprising -- that is normally what I like, even though tonight a front-hook might have worked better. Or mayhaps not, for then I wouldn't have as much fun with it. I have to grin to myself -- you also chose to wear a cheap bra. One you can afford to loose. I suspect you know how my mind works.

  The knife is black, a skeleton handle. A real knife, not some play toy gussied up for a scene. Flash is for putting on a show. (we might do that sometime, as well.) The boot-knife is for really doing things. Like cutting off your bra. I trail the point down your chest, from the hollow of your throat to the fabric between your breasts. Then slide the knife between flesh and cloth, and slice outwards. The cups fall away, and your tits are open to the air, my fingers, my greedy gaze and the edge of my knife.

  "Put your hands up, behind your head, luv." You lift and position, thrusting your chest out. Keeping your eyes on mine, as I trace pattens on your flesh with the sharp point of my knife. From behind the earlobes, to your belly, where your skirt halts my teasing. Over the globes of your breasts, using the edge to lightly scrape the flesh. Then you feel the cold steel under a nipple -- it slashes across. A cold black point, suddenly under your chin prevents you looking down to see. The knife at your throat holding you still, your hands laced behind your head, all you can do it stare into my eyes....

  ...as you slowly realize there isn't any pain. I take the knife from your chin, and run the back edge across my neck, and you figure out what I did. I just laugh, as you sputter and call me names. Do you really think I would cut such a fine nipple? Well...ok...I confess it is a thought. But some other time -- we'll talk first.

  "Enough." You have enough sense to shut up. And probably, you're smiling inside. Who wants boring predictability? You probably expect the nipple clamps, though. Not very tight -- not the crushing pain of clover clamps, or the insidious bite of cloths-pins. Just the gentle squeeze of tweezer clamps. Almost as much because I like the look, and have fun tugging on the chain between them, as much as to stimulate your nipples. That happy smile again, as I look at your clipped tits, the shiny chain between your nipples leading the eye to the dark red tips. Tap the timer.

  "Put your hand the edge of the bed again, my dear."

  "So very lovely..." I murmur.

  The rod is an odd sort of anachronism. It is Makrolon(tm) plastic, virtually unbreakable and designed for space-craft. The shape is one an overseer in Egypt would recognise, building the pyramids. A simple rod about as long as my arm. I use to it stroke the back of your legs, run it up your thighs, tap your calves to make you spread your legs wide. A few gentle taps on your bum.

  "Do you need a gag, luv?" Politeness. Civility. Then I will thrash your arse until you howl. You say, "No, sir" and I am proud of you. But I put a pillow close to the edge of the bed, you can lean forward and bite it if you need.

  "Five tonight, I think..." That seems light, and you may be (very quietly) relieved. And maybe disappointed. "... then I think I'll torture your pussy some."

  Oh shit. So much for 'relieved.'

  "Breath..." I say, quietly, almost a whisper.

  One! The sudden, expected pain makes you gasp, jerk forward towards the bed. But you remember: Keep Still! Sometimes, we shall dance, the three of us -- you, myself, and the flogger, or belt, or cane. It is always different. But tonight, you just know. Keep. Still. ...

  Two! You don't flinch this time. Well.. not as much. And the blow, although as hard as the first, didn't seem to hurt so much. "Breath..." you don't hear the word so much as the air remembers me saying it ...

  Three! That one hurt. Ok, one and two hurt -- but now there is a rhythm to the flow of pain. Your breathing becomes heavy, you can feel the chain swinging between your tits...

  Fou... wait... a noise? An alarm? Oh. Timer.

  I take the nipple clamps off. You wish I had left them on. It's been ten minutes, and I don't know your body's limits yet -- I am not going to risk nerve damage. But now, your nipples hurt like hell as the blood flows back. You can hear me laughing -- you know that I know.

  "Breath, luv..." Four! Am I hitting harder? You think I am. It hurt, a fire-line across your ass. A fire-line connecting your pussy, your throbbing nipples, your ass. Mayhaps your soul. You know the count. Need, fear, desire, hide. The conflict of pain and pleasure. But you keep still. Although you do eye the pillow.

  Five! That *was* harder and you break, just enough to fall forward and bury your face in the pillow, moaning.

  You might have forgotten in the moment. I hadn't.

  I drag you back to being clear of the bed, bent over with your arms straight. I stuff the corner of the pillow in your mouth as I do, you may need it.

  Then I flick the rod against your labia. Not all that hard. Just again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Evil, striking bites. You cry out in time, the feathers absorb your sounds of pain.

  I pause a bit, to run the tip of the cane over your arse, the stripes now starting to show. Run the tip between your legs, playing with your pussy lips. Hmm... No, love -- don't think I wouldn't. I would...

  ...tap your clit hood with the tip of the rod. And harder. At the third strike, you howl, clamping on the pillow, and I push you forward on the bed. You feel my cock at the entrance to your abused cunt. Then I drive myself in, grasping your waist, holding a mix of flesh and dress and I use your body as a hand-hold to drive harder, deeper.

  My belt-buckle hits the stripes on your arse, the zipper of my slacks teeth against your enflamed pussy lips. I am pushing you down on the bed, pounding hard, your only relief is that your sensitive nipples are not rubbing on the sheets -- you are being held down too tight for that.

  It is not ideal. I can not drive too far, just sticking out from my pants. Another time, it will be leather cuffs and long, slow strokes. Another, fucking you in the arse as your hands are tied up high on the wardrobe. Yet another might find you spread-eagled on the bed, being brought to orgasm again and again with a Hitachi.

  But right now, tonight -- need has taken over. Raw lust. And I had to have you, had to be in you *Right* *Now*.

  I continue driving. Short, pounding strokes. Pain from your ass, your clit and pussy crying, your body forced against the mattress, pillow still clamped in your teeth. Me taking my pleasure from you as I will.

  Yes, luv. You may come whenever you like....

  The End.

  Bed Check

  It was early morning when Macy got to work. She clocked in and went to check in with the head nurse. She got her report and began doing the bed checks. She was c
alled in and didn't mind making the extra cash. She walked down the empty hall reading the reports as she tripped over a wheel chair. She fell to her stomach and her nice ass was in the air. She looked around and got up. She bent over to get the papers as he spotted her nice ass. He smiled and waited as his dick hardened.

  He was old and hadn't been inside a woman forever. He liked what the twenty year old Macy had. A great skinny body, nice round c cups and an ass to die for. She went about her business as he waited for his bed check.

  Macy took care of the others and got to his room. She looked at her watch and smiled. She turned and walked away. He sat up and looked around. She took her break and left him hanging with an idea. He laid back down and waited her return. She didn't know what he was planning for her sexy, young body.

  She finished her break and went back to work. Macy stopped to check in at the nurse's station. She filled out her report and walked towards his room. He was anticipating her arrival as she walked in with the pitcher of cold water. He opened his eyes and smiled at her

  She stood beside him as he checked out her nice ass and good sized tits. Macy was a brunette and was well groomed. Only nineteen, she had a good job, no boyfriend and no kids. She was a sexy woman but needed touched once in a while. He smiled as she bent over and her pants showed her panty lines. He wanted to feel her up so bad, his seventy five year old cock hardened. He smiled at the feeling of it.

  She turned and reached across him to fix his sheet. His hand slipped between her open legs unnoticed to the young C.N.A. Macy's firm breasts was on his chest as he got excited. He had the chance and smiled as he got ready to seize the moment. He made his move and smiled at the thought of screwing her.

  He reached up and grabbed Macy's crotch and lifted her up. She let out a startled scream as he flipped and pinned her to the bed. She looked up as the man smiled and ripped her top off showing her pink bra. She looked as he popped the snaps and revealed the firm rack. He began sucking as he rubbed his hard cock against her crotch.

  Macy couldn't scream as the feeling was overtaking her. He was turning her skinny body on fast and real good. He reached down and pulled her pants down showing her pink thong and nice legs. He smiled and with a single move, her thong was removed and her young pussy exposed as he put his face to it and sucked. She closed her eyes and moaned as he ate her out. Her twenty year old pussy tasted good as she got off in his mouth.

  He got back on top and aimed his old dick at the hole. He rammed and forced it deep into her as she squealed. Her legs went up as he began to fuck her hard and as fast as he could. Macy was taking the forced sex as she moaned and squealed. He had her right where he wanted her. He smiled as her pussy flowed with her cum. She tightened her lips around his cock as she got off. He grunted and kept going as she arched her back.

  He was enjoying her tightness and she took it good. Her nurse was no where to be found since she went to break. Macy had no one to help her with the situation. The old man had his trophy and was going to keep it as long as he could.

  Macy was getting weak as the hour flew by. He was fucking her real good for his age and knew how to make her cum. He pulled her hair and teased her hard nipples. She felt her body grow tired and looked as he smiled at her. Macy felt him thrust deep and slow down as he worked on his cum.

  She realized he was going to fill her up with his cum as he held her throat down to the bed and he closed his eyes. Her eyes widened as she felt him filling her fertile body. He looked down as he finished. He pulled out and smiled as she fainted. He stood up as the elevator dinged. His step daughter walked in and saw the scene.

  "What the hell?!" She asked walking up behind him.

  He spun and grabbed her throat and smiled at her. She looked at Macy and realized he was going to get inside her. Tiffany looked down as he reached up her skirt and felt her bare pussy. She whimpered as he fingered her.

  He spun her around and bent her over. He lifted her tight jean skirt and slipped inside her and fucked her. She cried for help as her step father fucked her tight pussy. She was unable to fight him as her cum dripped from around his dick.

  He kept pounding her hard as he made her cum. She looked around as no one was around to help her or Macy. He began smacking Tiffs firm ass cheek making her moan with every hit. He laughed as he felt her cum again.

  "I have always wanted to fuck you especially after your mother passed away. You tight little bitch!" He said grabbing her hips and ramming it deeper and deeper as she took it.

  He heard the nurse talking and decided to finish fucking Tiff. He exploded inside her and she felt it as it rushed into her. She went to scream as he punched her in the back of the head. She fell to the floor and he stood over her as his dick dripped cum to her ass. He tore her top off and used it to wipe his dick off. He put it away and heard the nurse walking towards his room.

  He waited in the door way as she walked into him. He smiled and grabbed her tits. She looked down as her top and bra were torn off. She struggled and fell to her ass as he got a hold of her brown hair and shoved his cock down her throat and forced her to suck.

  "Come on bitch, suck it!" He said gagging her.

  Christina swallowed the cum shots and he released her head. She looked up as he fell to his knees holding his chest. She looked as he fell face first between her open legs. He used his tongue against her tight scrub pants and she felt it turning her on. He looked up and smiled as he pulled the pants down and slipped the white lacy panties to the side. She whimpered as he licked and sucked her shaved pussy.

  He was having a heart attack but was fighting it as he made her cum. He decided as a last ditch effort and climbed on top of her and entered her body. He fucked her fast and hard as she cried for help. Christina was not expecting an old man to rape her. He loved his last moment alive as he saw another nurse running towards them.

  She fainted as he filled her up. Then he moaned, smiled and fell onto her dead. He was still hard and inside her wet pussy. The other nurse pulled him off as he rolled to his back, a wad of cum fired up and hit her in the face. She called other nurses and the ambulance.

  All of the victims were rushed to the hospital as he was taken to the morgue. He had nailed three tight women and enjoyed his step daughter the most. Nine months later, all three women had his children. Macy and Christina quit their job and moved in with Tiffany. They never discussed their demise ever.

  The End.

  Naked Ambition

  There is no question we live in a tough economy. It's difficult enough for most of us to find any job, let alone one in which we've had training and skills. Desperate times called for desperate measures in several of those cases, and during a recent job interview, you could say I was one of the desperate.

  I was living on my savings since my unemployment compensation benefits expired after the last extension, but it wouldn't be much longer before they too depleted. I already cashed in on some of my investments to pay off my condo. During the entire time, I've hunted for the same kind of career position I'd held for almost twenty years before the newspaper was sold to a major company was a tough feat.

  Journalism students straight from college rarely had success putting their newly acquired degrees to use; at forty-two, it was much more difficult for me. I still sold some freelance articles and stories from home, but I needed a steady income to stay afloat financially.

  When I received a response to my online resume to interview for a position at one of the local TV stations, I was thrilled, yet somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that my chances of getting a field reporter spot were slim to none. After all, why should they settle for someone my age when there were so many young, attractive, and equally ambitious women?

  I arrived at the studios and gave the receptionist my name. She consulted a list on her desk. "Oh, yes, Jeff will be conducting your interview. Second door on your right down the hallway."

  I found Jeff's office and knocked on the door. A man's voice yelled for me to come in. When I
opened the door, I faced a well-dressed man who didn't look much older than twenty-one.

  My God, he's still a kid. This should be fun, I thought.

  I cleared my throat and introduced myself. I immediately apologized for being late.

  Jeff eyed my body from head to toe and I felt the color rising in my neck. I've always tended to blush when people stare at me. "Yes, you must be Susan. Harmon," he finally said and took my resume.

  "One thing we emphasize is punctuality," he continued not looking up from reading the resume. "Not being on time today is one strike against you, and from what I see on your resume, I don't think you'd be cut out for one of our open positions."

  I was right; this was a waste of time, I thought. I'm just too old.

  I explained that I had other qualifications and assets and he should reconsider my application. I was willing to do anything.

  Jeff looked at me and a devilish grin crossed his face. "Really? Anything?"

  "I'd like to offer my skills to your station," I replied.

  His eyes roamed my body again. "Well, there's one thing you can do."

  "What?"

  I was practically in shock when Jeff instructed me to take off my top, adding if I wanted a job I had to show him HOW much I desired it.

  I'd always prided myself on getting work the old-fashioned way, but since my present circumstances were bleak, if getting even the most menial job at the station meant doing anyone as well as anything, then I should give in to the desires of the man sitting before me. For still being quite young, Jeff was attractive and sexy, so maybe showing him my breasts wouldn't be such a bad thing.

  I pulled off my top so Jeff could see my naked chest and saw him rubbing the rising tent in his khaki pants. He motioned me to drop my skirt and grinned with appreciation after I did. "You got great tits and one fine ass. I love women with a few curves on her, and yours are perfect."