Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  I stepped out of them, stark naked. My cock was hot, big, almost fully hard. She gasped, but her only movement was to open her legs a little and put her hand in her lap. "Oh, my God, Taylor!" She couldn't take her eyes off my boner. "Oh, my God, Taylor," she said again. "It's even more beautiful than I had imagined." She sat still, her mouth open a little, flushed, now alternating her glance between my dick and my face. I couldn't tell if her complete passivity was for real or if she was teasing me a bit, but after a few moments I twigged that she was expecting me to take the lead every step of the way. She had done her bit just by showing up. Although there is something incredibly sexy about one person being fully clothed and the other naked, I really wanted to see her body and get my hands on her flesh, so gently I pulled her to her feet. "Let me undress you," I said, expecting her to whisper 'We shouldn't, Taylor.' But she stayed silent. I reached behind her, undid the buttons down the back of her top, and slid it off her arms. Her bra was white, lacy, and had a tiny light blue decorative bow in front. It pushed her breasts together enough to make a small but quite heavenly cleavage. I could hardly wait to suck on those tits. I moved down to her Capri pants, undid the button and the zipper, and slid them down over her hips and to the floor. Her panties matched the bra. I held her hand while she stepped out of the pants. Her skin was absolutely flawless, honey-colored, smooth, soft, with very pale, very fine hairs on her arms and belly. I was incredibly turned on. Her curves were just the perfect proportions. As I reached behind her again to unclasp her bra, she said, "We shouldn't, Taylor." "I know, but we are." The hook and eye came undone quite easily and as she held her arms out for me to take the bra off, there were her tits in plain view. God, they were gorgeous, curvy, firm, just perfectly shaped. Her nipples were small, very pink, made for sucking on. Somehow I resisted the temptation to start doing that there and then. All in good time, I figured. Nearly there now.

  I slid my hands down the sides of her torso and rolled her panties down. As they cleared her hips I got my first glimpse of her mound. Her pubes were silky-looking, pale blonde at the extremity of her bush, smoothly darkening toward her clit, where they were a rich chestnut brown. I wanted to fuck her so badly, and I was about to. Thank you, God! I squatted down in front of her to help her step out of her panties, and kissed her lightly just below the belly button. She giggled. "You have a magnificent body," I said. "It's even more beautiful than I had imagined." I deliberately echoed her words about my dick. "I'm really excited." I gently butted her belly with my head, and she sat back on the bed. "Lie down." "We shouldn't, Taylor." We both knew that this was a pretty weak attempt to stop what was by now inevitable. "I know, but we are. Lie down." She did so, and I picked up her leg and started kissing the inside of it down by her ankle. I quickly moved up to her knee, and then to the inside of her thigh. The soft flesh there is always one of my favorite places on a woman. I could smell her cunt and my dick was so ready to fuck. As I approached her pussy, she said, "Taylor, don't, please." My heart fell. I thought she was about to tell me we were through. "My-I don't really like it. Let's just do other things." No problem, I was quite happy to forego eating her if she didn't want me to. There were enough other places to kiss her, after all. I let go of her leg and clambered up on to the bed beside her. We lay on our sides, kissing, and with my left hand I caressed her body, moving ever closer to her sex. Slowly, gently, I moved around her belly, her thighs, her butt, passing my hand over her quim but not touching it.

  She pushed her hips up towards my hand, seeking cunt contact. I moved my mouth away from hers down toward her breasts. Her nipples were nice and firm, rubbery, chewy. I bit down gently on one and she moaned. As I finally slid my fingers down over her very wet slit and into her honey box, she moaned louder. I pushed my hand up inside her fairly firmly, and she moaned louder again. "Louise, I've been dreaming of this for so long. I can hardly believe it's happening." As my fingers rotated on her g-spot she started squirming and when I stuck my tongue back in her ear I thought she would fall off the bed, she was thrashing around so much. I quieted her down by removing my tongue, and rolled on top of her, ready to fuck. "I'm on the pill, so you can cum inside me," she said. Just what I wanted to hear. She lay back with her knees up and I positioned myself over her. My cock was rock hard and needed no guidance from a hand. I pushed the head up against her lips and gently slid in all the way in one sublime, long thrust. She opened her eyes very wide as I began pumping in and out of her glorious little cunt. Oh, God, did she feel good. She was really tight, giving my cock a nice firm massage, in and out, in and out. I love fucking women who are married to someone else; the fact that they know they shouldn't be doing it with me just makes it all the more pleasurable. After a little while I knelt up, pulled her hips up, and held onto the underside of her thighs so she had just the top of her back, her shoulders, and her head on the bed. She was small enough to make this pretty comfortable, and it gave me the most wonderful view of my dick disappearing into the rich folds of her pussy. She was making the sweetest little gasps and moans, looking up at me and smiling. After a few minutes of this, between gasps she said, "Lie me down again, Taylor." She started rubbing her tits in a circle and pinching her nipples a bit. Her cunt was so wet and luscious I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, but I wanted her to first.

  I propped myself on an elbow, reached down, and started stroking her clit very gently, round and round in tiny circles. "Oh, God, you're going to make me cum!" I started fucking her faster, all the while feather-light with my finger on her little rosebud. "Oh, God, Taylor, I'm gonna cum. Ahh, aaah, I'm almost there. Oh, please, yes." I stuck my tongue back in her ear and that sent her over. She screamed and rode me up and down like a horse on a carousel. I'd never experienced the kind of incredible thrusts that were suddenly erupting from deep inside her. I was sure that she was going to writhe right off me, but somehow she stayed impaled as her hot juices gushed down over my cock, seemingly for minutes on end. Her whole body was flushed red. As her movements gradually subsided into squirms and she caught her breath, I took my finger off her clit and my tongue out of her ear, and went to work on her cunt in earnest with my dick. It didn't take long. I stretched my legs out to get good torque and hammered into her. As the cum came rocketing up into her willing pussy, I silently looked into her eyes which were open wide; she looked surprised, almost, at the power of my orgasm. I collapsed on top of her and after a few minutes of gentle motion while my cock resumed its normal size, she suddenly said, "Oh, Taylor. I must go. I shouldn't have stayed. I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart," I said. "You're gorgeous, you think I'm gorgeous, we said so with our bodies and had a fantastic time. That's all." She wriggled out from under me and quickly got dressed. She was upset and I was really hoping she wouldn't start crying on me. We'd had a great fuck. Why spoil it? "Don't tell anyone about this, Taylor, OK?" she pleaded as she stood by the bedroom door, fully clothed, ready to leave. "Sure. Your secret is safe. See you on TV, I hope. Remember my advice." And she was gone, leaving a sweet memory, no regrets for me, and a wonderful smell of cunt juice that my brother-in-law remarked on when they got home a couple of hours later. That was about four years back. A couple of weeks ago I was reading TV Guide, and there on the Soaps page was ... her picture. She had done it! She had taken my advice and gone into acting. Louise Mason had been nominated for a Daytime Emmy for playing an ingenue in some crappy daytime soap and was just as cute as ever. Nice to know that I'd fucked a starlet on her way up.

  New Feeling

  New Feeling Being a CEO of a major corporation specializing in Corporate "raiding"; image to me is and always has been everything. The way I am perceived, the power I radiate, the level of achievement I portray, all play significant factors to my success. I am the stereotypical Upper-Class Male. I have a beautiful half a million dollar house on a golf course, a three-car garage, filled with your typical sports utility vehicle, a Cadillac, and of course, my Porsche. My wife, is the Stepford wife type, Mrs. Cou
ntry Club. She makes sure she performs her "wifely duties" dependably once a month when I have banked enough "Honey Do's" to be honored with entering her. I get to lay on top of her, in the very dark of the bedroom for five minutes of very Vanilla, strictly dutiful sex. After which, she immediately runs into the bathroom and showers away every last scent of me from her. Once she sneezed and moved under me while I was inside her. It was the kinkiest thing she had done in 12 years! I am not complaining, don't get me wrong. There are other associates of mine, also in their mid-forties, that would be delighted to even get that treatment. Like I said, "image is everything to me." So it has kept me from falling into that revolving bed routine that I see some of my friends get hooked on. Perhaps a combination of all these things was what threw me for a loop when I met Terry. I was at a local coffee bar just down from my executive offices. It was early, yet there was still a long line of people ordering coffees in front of me. As I perused the cover of the Wall Street Times, I heard the orders "Tall Latte", "Mochaccinocumm rise from my balls. I was not going to last for 3 minutes of her delicious sucking. As she would suck my cock down her throat, her tongue would dance around my head and my sensitive hole. Her hands now massaging my balls, still wet from her sucking. I tried to pull away. "Darling, if you keep that up this is going to be over before it started" I pleaded with her. It only fueled her to suck even faster, with more pressure. There is no way, even trying to say my ABC's backward in my head, could I ignore this incredible feeling. The orgasm built from my toes. I knew I was seconds away from erupting. I could tell she did too, as her pace quickened even more.

  I could count the times on one hand that I have had the luxury of cumming in a woman's mouth. My still sane portion of my brain managed to say "OH God, babe I am cumming"! To my surprise, rather then her releasing my cock as it began spurting my cumm, she swallowed me even deeper into her throat. Sucking and swallowing as I pumped for what seemed like forever. My cock was so sensitive, it was almost painful as she kept sucking me down. I had long since stopped erupting and she kept my cock in her mouth. It wasn't long before I could feel it begin to take form again. Hell, I don't think it was ever really soft, just not AS hard. She released my cock from her mouth and stood up. She pulled my face down to hers. I could smell myself on her breath. A thought that I would have possibly thought, would have been disgusting was now an incredible turn on to me. As she kissed me and put her tongue into my mouth, I now tasted myself on her. The eroticism of it all was incredible. I lead her to the bedroom. A big king-sized bed awaited us. She laid down and I followed suit next to her. My cock had fully regained its hardness at the thought at what was to come. She almost immediately positioned herself over the top of me. "You want to fuck my pussy don't you?" she asked me, once again looking into my eyes. Past my eyes actually, into my soul. "Yes baby, please" I found myself answering. She had positioned herself over me. Her body was sliding up and down on mine. Her pussy touching just close enough to my skin, that I could feel her heat and wetness. Oh God, it was an incredible turn on. She raised far enough forward so her breasts were in my face. She held one of her firm breasts and lead it to my mouth. "Suck that" she commanded of me. I gladly sucked it. The nipple came to life for me, hard and firm. I sucked and gently nibbled. She repeated that with the other side. I took them both and squeezed them together so I could just go back and forth to each now pink and ripe nipple. If I wasn't sucking on one, I would roll the nipples in between my fingers. "I'm going to fuck you now," she told me. She lowered herself over my hard cock. I will never forget the incredible feeling as she locked my eyes with her, and spread her pussy lips with one hand and descended down on top of my cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. She was so incredibly tight and warm. I saw instantly in her face and eyes that she was as caught up in the feeling as I was. She began to rock on top of me. Grinding her pubic bone into my cock.

  The head of my cock was as deep as it could go. She found a rhythm, I leaned upward so I could keep my cock even harder for her to please herself on. I took her hips and began to help her set the pace she was cheating on my cock. I felt her tense. The look of pure ecstasy crossed over her face, as I felt her pussy muscles squeeze my cock. She shuddered in wave after wave of incredible excitement. I could feel her juices running down between my balls. She was so incredibly wet and warm. In an instant, she had rolled me over to be on top. The first time since we were together that she had allowed me to be in command. Yes, now familiar territory, I began thrusting my cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. She met me with every thrust. Moaning and begging me to fuck her more. "Fuck me harder damn it" she yelled. She had wrapped her legs around my waist and was pulling me deep. Her hands were on my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel another orgasm building. Her right hand had moved even farther down on my ass. My cheeks are firm and tight from working out. I thought she was just massaging my muscles. I was not prepared for what she did next. Her fingers spread my ass cheeks. As good as my cock felt in her wonderful pussy. I could not help my mind from wandering to those God-awful rectal exams from the DR. office. Being so straight, I am almost homophobic, my ass is the last place I think of when I am thinking erotic thoughts. As if she sensed my hesitation, she tickled the cheeks of my ass with her fingernails. Allowing my ass cheeks to close. "Let me finger fuck your ass baby" she whispered to me. Even as she said it, I could feel her pussy tighten and radiate even more wetness, more heat. All I could think of was how "unmanly" that was. But how MUCH she seemed to be turned on by it. Wondering what the men in the boardroom would think, the feelings were too intense to analyze long. Her fingers found their way back again to my inner cheeks.

  This time it was not such a surprise. She was so slow, gentle, tickling her way to the underside of my balls. I began to get used to her presence there. She would tickle my balls, then run her finger up the slit of my ass. Every time she would cross my asshole, she would stop and give just a little pressure to it. As I was still plunging in and out of her pussy, I was growing used to her fingers being near my ass. I found myself even pushing and changing my rhythm I was entering with, to push against her fingers when she paused near my tight hole. I felt her fingers between us. She had slid her little finger in her pussy hole along with my cock. I wasn't sure what she was doing. But it felt great. She was obviously getting off on it. I felt her orgasm building again. She removed her little finger from her pussy. Now dripping with her juices, she spread my ass again, and with ease form all her pussy juices, slid her little finger in my virgin ass. There was surprising no pain, far from it. With a few more thrusts, and that magic pinky in my ass, I exploded with a huge climax. As I was still pumping my cum into her, I felt her squeeze around me again. It was such a turn on to know that this turned her on enough to bring her to a climax, it changed the way I would think about things forever. Not only was I used to the "magic finger" treatment. I looked forward to it. That was only the beginning of what my new "take control" lover would introduce me to." , double espresso." The ordering seemed to be held up a bit, the flow of the line slowed, as I heard a desperate plea, asking "Don't you just have regular fresh ground coffee"? I looked ahead, my eyes had to trail down a bit to locate the source of who said this. Standing 6'6," this little gal ahead of me barely reached my chest. Besides her echoing my sentiment for a cup of "REAL" coffee, I was struck by the most beautiful long, golden blonde hair I had ever seen. The length came just above the waistband of her jeans. I just had to get a look at her face. I had a feeling I was going to be disappointed. She probably looked like a mud fence, yet I had to see her. I spoke up to the young gal at the counter, still trying to process what the young lady had ordered. "Yes, I will have the same of your "Morning Roasted Blend, Number 4 on your menu."

  The confused gal at the counter, now understood what the young lady in front of me was trying to order. She turned around to thank me. It felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. She was beautiful. She had a golden brown tan, the most beautiful hazel eyes with long eyel
ashes I had ever seen, and beautiful white straight teeth. When she smiled at me, her eyes met mine. She did not turn away but boldly captured my eyes in hers. Her head tilted slightly to the left, and when she smiled, her eyes lit up and sparkled. I felt like I was THE most important man in the world at that very second. Before I knew what I was doing, I had insisted on buying both coffees and was leading her, or she lead me, or somehow we ended up at a table together. I smiled at the contrasts almost immediately. Her aft height to my 6'6." Her long blonde hair to my dark salt and pepper tinged hair. Her jeans, long sleeve white t-shirt and jeans, to my Armani suit. Her youthfulness, I was guessing mid 30's to my mid 40's. Yet, there we both sat, savoring our cup of "real coffee" as though our life's depended on it. Both of us with a copy of the Wall Street Journal. In no time at all, I could tell that she was not some whimsical blonde. We continued to meet at the coffee shop on and off. Ok, I admit, I spent way too much time driving in and out of the place hoping to "bump" into her. I couldn't get enough of her laugh, her smile, her candor. I never had to guess what she was thinking. She always told me how she felt about things. It wasn't long before I was starting to be very sexually attracted to her as well. I just wasn't sure how I was going to approach doing anything about it. One morning, as we were discussing the Bloomberg report from the previous day. Right in the middle of Ford falling three points and Airline stock recovering a bit, she looks at me and says. "I want to make love to you." It took everything I had to keep from choking on my coffee and to act in a chalet. My heart was racing. I felt like a randy college boy. My cock was so instantly hard, I thanked God, I was sitting down and could be hidden under the table. We worked out the logistics of our meeting. I would have loved to take her right then and there. We met at one of my corporate apartments the very next afternoon.