Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  Not breaking the kiss, she took my hands, raised them over my head and wrapped them around something metal. It took me some time to recognize it: it was a chin-up bar. I had originally put up in the door of my bedroom with her in mind. I was planning on tying her hands there so I could slowly trace every inch of her with my lips and feel her tremble. Looks like she turned my own kinks against me. Placing her hands over mine, she squeezed my hands to the bar, whispering in my ear not to move. I nodded stupidly under my blindfold, my head spinning with what might come next. She untied my shoes and took off my belt. I heard them hit the floor as she pulled herself to me once more, kissing me deeply as she lowered my pants to the floor and my boxers as well. A tingle went up to my spine as the cold air encompassed my now naked, captive body. I felt her hands slide across my shoulders as I could feel her eyes looking me over. Her tongue came out of nowhere as I felt an incredible, warm sensation run across my neck. Her hands ran down my ribcage as I felt her lick and kiss across my chest. She worked her way across every inch of my torso and tortured me by never letting her lips fall less than an inch from my groin, which was already warming up from her touch. I felt her move behind me and run her hands across my shoulder as she instructed me to remove my hands from the bar. She kept my back pressed to her chest as she gently pulled my hands behind me and rubbed them up her thigh. Leaving my hands there, her grip on me released, only to be replaced with a cloth of some kind binding my hands. Now bound and blindfolded, I wondered if she was just going to leave me there and leave or something cruel like that. Instead, she gently led me into my room, turned my back to a wall, and instructed me to sit down. Following her soft-spoken order. I leaned back against the wall and slowly slid to the carpet. The cold wall and rough floor made me tremble as the rubbed my bare flesh.

  I sat on the wall for what must have been less than a minute, but it felt like forever. I heard some rummaging in front of me and I guessed she was removing her clothes or something, then I heard some music begin to play. Suddenly, a hand reached down and pulled the blindfold from my eyes. I squinted as my eyes took some time to adjust to light again, and I gazed in wonder at the figure before me. She was still fully clothed, but she stood there in all her beautiful glory, with an evil erotic grin I her eyes that made me almost explode with anticipation. She started to move her hips and sway to the beat of the music. Tracing her hands up and down her shoulders and sides, she unbuttoned her shirt and slowly slid it off of her shoulders. The bra she was wearing under it was black with a red velvet design. She knew that was my favorite one; I still remembered the first time I saw it. Still dancing, she raised her hands up and rested them behind her head. Her round, perky breasts moved slightly with her movements. Her fingers traced down her sides and began to tease me by orbiting around the top of her skirt. As she tugged it but left it on, she started to chuckle a little. It took me a while to figure out why, but I narrowed it down to one of two things. Either she was laughing because I was sitting there helpless and now my flagpole was at full mast and I could do nothing to quench its thirst for her body, or that I had my mouth open and I was gawking at her like an idiot. Either way, she had a good laugh and what dignity I had left was gone. The music sped up slightly, and her movements sped up accordingly. Turning her back to me, she hooked her thumbs under the top of her skirt and slid it off of her. She moved it down her smooth, shapely backside, inch by inch, and bent over as she did so. My eyes only fueled my thirst for her as I eyed every inch of her picture-perfect ass. After about four inches, it was obvious she was not wearing anything under her skirt. She slowly slid it to the floor, letting it drop after it went to her knees. Bent over and looking back at me, she grinned invitingly. Her entire backside was now exposed. Her puckered anus peeked out from behind the seemingly flawless curves of her rear, as well as a faint trace of pink as her sex trailing off underneath her. I pulled once again at my binds and licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to simply ravage her in revenge for what she was doing. I think she noticed this, because she suddenly stood back up, unhooked her bra and moved toward me, tossing it to the side.

  Tracing her fingers around her dark, velvety nipple, her eyes closed slightly. She missed a few beats as she started to caress herself, but she kept right on moving to the beat. She stepped towards me slowly and lowered herself to the ground about a foot from me. Sitting back on her rear, she slid her hands up her legs and opened them for me. The sensual valley between her legs was there for me to see in all its glory. I had not blinked in almost three minutes. My eyes were dry and my vision was starting to blur, but I did not want to miss a moment of this. Taking her breast back into her hand, she slid a finger down her stomach and along her slit. She rubbed herself slowly, tilting her head back and moaning softly. All of my attention was focused on her. I could almost hear the movements of her finger within her. Her crevice was starting to glisten with her juices, as she clearly became more excited. She pinched her nipple, closed her eyes and slid her finger inside her. Now I was about to truly go insane with desire. She was now starting to breathe heavily and I could not decide if the desire in her eyes washers or just a reflection of mine. "Say," she said between pants, "I could use some help here. Care to join?" I was so dumb with the passion that all I could do was nod with my tongue hanging out. At least she was good to her word. She stood up and moved in front of me, her breast still in her hand. Turning around, she stuck her ass an inch from my face and spread her legs. Slowly bending over and resting her hands on the ground, she opened up the paradise she had shown me before. I wanted to say something, but my brain became devoid of all thought except for her as soon as the sweet scent of her sex encompassed my senses. Pulling myself back together, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up one side of her valley. Only a quarter inch from where ebony flesh turned pink, I circled up one side and down the other, teasing her a little.

  I decided to start at the bottom (which was really the top since she was bent over,) and I spiraled my tongue up her slit very slowly. I made sure to taste and stimulate every inch of her. I could hear her moan and gasp as I reached certain sensitive points. She began to breathe heavily and clawed at the carpet. I worked especially hard with my mouth on points that made her squirm. Burying my face in her rear, I drove my tongue as deep as I could into her and made it dance. I could see her out of the corner of my eye as one of her hands lifted off the floor and she began to rub her already perked nipple again. Pulling back, I took in her entire beautiful rear with my eyes. Grinning silently, I ran my tongue up her crack once more, only this time I lapped at the puckered hole of her ass, circling it and teasing it. She started to tremble as I did this, gasps turning into pants as I felt her muscles tense with ecstasy. Sliding my tongue into her slit again, I lapped at her juices as she reached under her to grasp my manhood which was strong with anticipation. Giving me a few quick strokes, she stood up, turned around, and told me to stand. I had almost forgotten that my hands were tied, but I immediately remembered when I made an ass of myself trying to get up. She helped me to my feet and led me over to a small desk chair over near my bed. She sat me down so that my hands were now behind the backrest of the chair, and I was once again at her mercy. Straddling me, she ran her tongue across my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my chest. She was overflowing with passion, and it was apparent she was about to lose control. Tracing her tongue down my chest she grasped my shaft once more and slid to her knees. Now I was really at her mercy. She ensnared the head with her tongue and lips, making sure it was full and ready. Then, inch by inch, she licked and kissed it, with one hand on the shaft and the other on my sack.

  I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, mostly out of pleasure, but also because I knew if I had to watch and feel at the same time I would soon explode. Suddenly all of my senses went on overload as a warm sensation engulfed my pole. She had to take it into her mouth and began to suckle it. She could only get a few inches into her mouth, but that was all she needed. The pace she started it was slow
, making every inch of me cry out for more. As she sped up, my mouth dropped open and all skill of speech was lost. If only I could get my hands out of these binds... She pulled my member out of her mouth and looked up at me with unspeakable desire. Stroking me a few last times before standing up, she turned around and began to lower herself onto me. She held me with one hand and slowly guided me into her hot valley. She sank down my shaft slowly, her breath leaving her as did mine. With her hands on her thighs, she just sat there for a while, squirming a little as I throbbed within her. Then, leaning forward and resting her hands on my knees, she began to move herself up and down. At first, she would just pull herself almost completely off and then sink back down, wetting my rod with her hot juices, but after a while, she started to really move. Bending over, even more, she slid her hands down my legs and grabbed my ankles. She had incredible leverage at this angle and started to ride me with such passion, such ferocity, that I was about to lose it and simply explode until I felt something tickle my finger. It was the loose end of the scarf that tied my hands. It must have shaken loose in the course of her attack on me. I was trying to be as subtle as possible while I untied my hands, making sure not to interrupt her. I decided to play along for a while more even after I got my hands undone. Grasping the back of the chair, I began to trust my hips up off the seat of the chair, meeting her in the middle of her bounds and driving my manhood deeper and deeper into her. She was moaning and panting, sounding like she was almost on the threshold of ecstasy. She even reached under her and began to fondle me as she rode. That was the last straw, I had to make my move or she was going to finish me off then and there.

  I got her just as she dove down on my shaft. My hands shot from the chair and wrapped around her waist. She sat up immediately, partly out of surprise, and partly because my grabbing her slammed my shaft deep into her. My hands shot up her body, under her arms and my hands locked behind her head as I captured her in a full nelson. Being a wrestler in situations like this is good. She pawed unsuccessfully at my arms and hands, but I held her firm, feeling her hot muff grasp my rod as she squirmed. Not pulling myself from her, I stood from the chair, made my way over to the bed in the center of my room. I pushed her down gently until her stomach was touching the bed. "Now you're in my world." I whispered into her ear. I could feel her body shudder as she quietly surrendered. Holding her there, I began to pull myself out of her and slide back in at an unbearably slow pace. She moaned and cried out for more, but I was just getting started. After a while, I finally pulled myself out of her and tossed her flat on her stomach to the mattress and once again I was on her in a flash. This time, I clenched her hips, pulled them up to her gorgeous ass was sticking up in the air, and then I slid the head of my shaft across her glistening slit. She moaned and tried to push back on me, but I held her firmly in place. Then I finally slid back into her pleasure garden and began my final assault. I rode her now from behind as fast as I could. My shaft sliding in and out of her like a piston as beads of sweat dripped from my face. I was in heaven. The heat boiling inside of her matched the raging passion building in me as we connected in the most personal way possible. My torso hit her backside like a frenzied animal. I reached around her and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms back toward me. I held her arms like reigns and drive myself deeper and deeper inside of her. Her screams and my moans melted into a chorus of unspeakable pleasure. Feeling the breaking point near, I changed positions.

  I pulled out and turned her onto her side. Lifting her leg in the air, I exposed her beautiful sex to me as I straddled her one leg remaining on the bed and entered her. I grasped her by her leg and began to drill her like never before. My senses were leaving me as I dove into a world of complete ecstasy. I was driving my shaft all the way into her before sliding back out almost all the way to the tip. I was pounding her like a jackhammer and she was grabbing and tearing at my bed sheets uncontrollably. She cried out and I could tell she was about to hit the breaking point. We both agreed to dive over the edge together, and then she screamed and started to thrash against me. I could feel her walls contract around me as I also began to climax. Pulling out at the last second, my throbbing member spat its contents across her. The hot, white, love juice spat up her stomach and across her chest. It streaked her from her navel to her nipples as my passion exploded upon her. It took a while for our orgasms to finally subdue. With my last ounce of strength, I reached over and grabbed a towel. I wiped her off and tossed it back to the floor. My entire world was spinning, but I didn't seem to mind. She was still panting as I lay down on top of her and wrapped my arms around her. She weakly put her arms around me as well and I could hear her heartbeat through where my head rested on her chest. We spoke softly, only to re-affirm our love for each other as sleep began to take us over. We slept soundly and deeply there in each other's arms. It was the most wonderful sleep I had ever had in my life.

  A bad case of loneliness

  I used to ride the train for hours alone. The 8:30 pm to Vanguard avenue. The 8:20 to Hollyhock St. The entire night I would sit on the lonely train and look out over the city, the lights of homes, and offices showing like stars through the black window. Sometimes I would ride longer than other times. When the conductor would come on to announce the arriving stop, I wouldn't much pay attention. After all, it didn't really matter where I got off did it? Was I running from something? Was I running to something? Am I just trying to keep my mind occupied? I would ask myself all those questions. I think the latter question was the correct one. I wasn't trying to run from something, and I certainly was riding the train to anywhere in particular. I just liked to sit, and watch things go by. I liked being in my own little world while I didn't think about things, and things didn't think about me. In my old, regular life I used to be an editor for the Living column in the local newspaper- the largest newspaper in the city actually- and I was married for 5 years I think. Work was what I liked to do. Going through college as an English major, I knew I had to choose career fast, and I certainly didn't want to teach or write. So editing was it. I also would write reviews for a magazine that was produced mainly for movie buffs. The reviewing was mostly a side job, just to keep my mind from being restless. It was also fun to do, and that made it easier to accomplish. My wife had been a complete sweetheart. She was the type of woman you loved to be around, no matter what the reason was.

  She was an unusual woman, but in all the greatest ways. Carol was her name, wasn't it? Yes. She was beautiful. Long brown hair. Lovely, bright green eyes. Long, smooth legs. She was to die for. And then I almost did, but it didn't turn out the way it should have. Our home was broken in to. Quite an unusual thing to happen for the neighborhood we lived in. The man was startled when Carol woke up to discover him in our room. He had our back turned to us on our bed, rummaging his hands through our dresser. When Carol left out a soft gasp, the man whipped around. Her hand grasped my shoulder and shook my body softly. The man had let out a small yelp, and my hand was already halfway to turning the nightstand light on. When I did I noticed the man had a gun already pointed at Carol. His blue eyes showed terror, and inexperience. I raised my hands to protest, and Carol reached for the phone on my side of the bed. When the bullet went through my hand my eyes closed, blood sprayed over my face, and I smelled a small hint of gunpowder. The .22 caliber bullet struck and shattered bone in my hand on its way to another bone, this bone did not shatter, but chipped, and sent the bullet through my palm in a downward trajectory. After it left my palm, spraying blood over my face, it went right through the back of Carol's upper neck, who had reached over my lap to grab the phone. The bullet entered into her spinal column, and stopped slowly. The next 3 years are a blur. I remember clutching Carol to me, screaming for the ambulance to hurry. I remember flashes of her funeral.

  Now, all I remember is the train I rode home from her funeral, and how I have ridden the same train around the entire city for the last year and a half. Through all the long times of riding this train, Carol's death h
as become numb. While it’s better for her to be forgotten -except for the good things I remember- new feelings have formed after her disappearance from my thoughts. Most of them are not happy feelings, and most of them are not even sane feelings. But the feeling that always strikes the hardest, and the longest, is the loneliness. The longing for someone else hurts the most. The yearning for the ability to merely touch someone could make my heart stop beating all by itself. And then the weirdest, but the greatest, thing happened. One evening I was riding the train as I would usually on any evening of the week, and I happened to turn my head from the window. To a normal person, this would not be a weird thing. But to me it was. And what was even weirder, was the reason why I did turn my head. Everyone has the strange ability of mild-clairvoyance. But not the type of clairvoyance where you can read people's thoughts. No, not telepathy. The type of clairvoyance when you can feel someone watching you. This type of clairvoyance is what got me to turn my head. I was on the 7:40 PM train to Vanguard avenue. I had been riding the train for close to forty-five minutes already, and for the last twenty minutes or so I could feel a pair of eyes on me from the corner of my eye. From what I could tell, the person was staring directly at me.