Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  The pussy orgasm, and the tit orgasm were now joined by the mind cumming as well. Pain and pleasure were now working together as a team. Her cunt spilled its clear liquid in a fine spray, and she lost control of her bladder. A violent flash and a clap of thunder penetrated her mind, and he tapped her nipples with the cane. This final act somehow removed the final barrier. All conscious thought vanished, and she passed into the nothing of an orgasm that included the sexual organs, the mind, and now the soul. An experience beyond the physical realm.

  Paula gradually came to conscious thought and she found herself lying in a comfortable bed with her master. His hand was idly stroking her hair and she snuggled against him...happy and fulfilled...safe and satisfied. She looked up at him eyes full of love and tried to speak. He replied; "Ssshh, by dear love. You have been flying for over an hour. Rest, you have pleased me." She closed her eyes snuggled deeply into her master's arms and let her dreams take her away.

  The End.

  Irrational Moment

  Her breath caught and her body shuddered when their eyes met, all other thoughts quickly fleeting from her mind, he engulfed her. She couldn't tear her eyes off him. She was surrounded by her friends, slowly gyrating to the loud club music pouring from the four foot speakers on the corner of the dance floor. The bar was dim, pulsing lights keeping in check with the pulsing music. Even in the dark lighting, his presence was known and felt across the room. He had walked in through the back door and now she was staring at him, ravishing him, devouring him with her eyes. His burned deeply into her, the piercing stare rippling through her body, its effects felt in every nerve ending as a slight throbbing began taking over. Quickly, rational thoughts dissolved. Desire, lust and an attraction so strong that it felt almost chemical in nature, took over her body. Desire that must be sated; lust to be fed and an attraction that demanded immediate contact, she knew they would be together soon.

  She closed her eyes for a moment and struggled to regain her composure. If she couldn't see him, perhaps the fire in her blood would subside. Maybe her hardened nipples would stop throbbing and the heat rolling off her pussy would dissipate. "Gain control" she whispered to herself "you're in public!" As her breathing evened, she quickly tried to remember the course of her conversation before she saw him. She's pretty sure her friend had asked her a question and she had yet to reply. Mumbling a quick unintelligent reply, she suddenly felt a wave of pleasure pass over her as she sensed him near. He was close. Close enough to feel, yet not directly before her, she could almost smell him approach. His taste was in the air, the aura around her changed and she felt the lust pour over her like honey again. Standing still took extreme effort. She was overwhelmed with heat, her bare legs beneath her skirt burning; she felt an intense need to feel skin on skin contact. Passing the fire she felt to him was the only thought on her mind and it was filling her with powerful cravings screaming to be satisfied. She had to touch him, feel him, taste him - there was no other option. She needed to excuse herself, find an out of this conversation, a reason to be absent for a bit. Quickly she grabbed her stomach and making the universal 'my stomach hurts' motion, asked her friend "where's the bathroom"?

  She was directed around to the back of the bar, down a dimly lit narrow staircase that lead to a long dark hallway into the basement of the building. Single watt bulbs danced and bounced about her head, moving with the vibrations on the ceiling and walls, being fed by the loud pulsating music above, as if dancing themselves. They sent scattered shifting beams of light scattered across the walls. She knew he would follow her, she knew it for certain, it wasn't possible that she could feel such magnetism and he couldn't. He would follow her, he would take her and the clarity of realizing that almost brought her to orgasm, pure waves of pleasure washed over her body. Every step rubbed her legs together under her skirt, making her pussy wetter. Her clit began to throb and her breasts strained against her bra. They wanted release, they wanted a hot mouth to engulf them, consume them, wrap around her nipples and graze them with their teeth. She walked quickly past the bathrooms, farther down the dark hallway, her breath heavy and thick, hands instinctively reaching up for her shirt and unbuttoning her top buttons, "access" was all that was on her mind.

  She heard him behind her, approaching slowly, calmly, methodically towards her. She slowed down in the darkness and allowed his approach. She felt his hands reaching out for her and let out a soft moan when she felt the first ripple of contact between them. He was touching her back, bringing his hands softly down her spine and pulling her shirt out of her skirt to reach for her bare skin underneath. As soon as she felt his cold fingers contact her skin, her clit started pulsing steadily, keeping in beat with the loud music vibrating the wall in front of her. She let out a throaty moan and growled as she instinctively pushed her ass back for contact and was rewarded with a hard body and an ever harder cock grinding hungrily upon her ass.

  Instinctively her hands went onto the wall; he grabbed her wrists high above her head, binding them tightly together with his strong muscular hands. His cock was now grinding roughly into the crack of her ass. Teasing her tight asshole and sending bolts of electricity coursing through her body. Every hair on her skin was standing on end; her nipples were rock hard, throbbing against the sheer fabric of her shirt. Even being crushed against the roughness of the wall in front of her, they begged for more contact, screamed to be twisted wickedly. She threw her head back against his hard shoulder and was rewarded with his mouth on her hot neck, nipping at her, leaving a trail of hot saliva up and down her neck and shoulder as he devoured her. As they began the rhythmic thrusting of sex, their clothes proved to be a weak barrier between them, her skirt already naturally rising from their grinding. Her round apple ass exposed for all to see, which increased the moisture dripping between her legs.

  Momentarily thinking of her exposure, she turned her head to the left to look down the hallway. The club was crowded, typical of a late Saturday night and a steady throng of girls were making their way in and out of the dark downstairs bathroom. In the midst of being taken, she hadn't worried about the noise. Although she didn't care, she couldn't help but notice the brazen moment hadn't gone unnoticed. A few had stopped and pointed, as they heard the sounds of her needed lustful moaning. Their faces went from confusion to immediate recognition as the realization dawned onto their consciousness and they realized what they were witnessing. They didn't giggle like young girls would; instead their hands went instantly up to their necks as they started to massage themselves with the thumbs before continuing into the bathroom. The thought that they could hear her, know what she was doing, most likely see the shadowy outline of two bodies crushed against each other in the dark hallway was overwhelming erotic. Her pussy throbbed with the knowledge and the desire to be penetrated was so strong she allowed her animal instincts to take over. She hastily pushed down her black lace thong, needing desperately to feel that hard cock push inside her. She had lost control and lost herself in the moment.

  He read her signals, felt her desire, her need and released his swollen wet cock from his jeans. Positioning at her entrance, he rubbed it up and down against her wet slash, teasing her swollen clit with each flick. She held her breath waiting for that first thrust. Her entire body rocked when he first pushed inside her, he was large and filling, with a wonderful curve on the end that rubbed against her inside sinfully. He stood still momentarily, still upon the first thrust, allowing her the pleasure of pulse after wonderful pulse to course through her body. She was milking his cock from the inside and in the process coming dangerously close to the edge. Then, slowly at first, he started thrusting in and out of her overly wet pussy. Her moisture sucking him in, as it dripped down the inside of her thighs. He still had her bound, but released his one hands and worked his way down her body with it, squeezing her skin every couple of inches until he arrived at her round full breasts. Quickly finding the very tip of one nipple, he latched on and twisted it between his thumb and forefinger, send
ing a ripple of pain and pleasure instantly through her body and down to her clit. Turning her head to the left again, she saw a fresh young crowd of girls watching them now. They were bolder than the prior group and stood there flushed, crowded and brushing up against each other arms as they opening watched their silhouettes, mouths slightly agape.

  The combination of being watched, fucked like an animal, her nipples twisted and tugged on, her wrists bound as she was being pushed roughly against a wall and taken, pushed every last bit of restraint from her and she felt the orgasm build and crash over her body. Her head flung back as she lost herself in the pleasure, feeling wave after wave of pressure suck his cock into her, knowing that he was feeling it to. Suddenly his pace increased, she heard his breath become ragged and the sound of his balls slapping against her wet round ass. A deep moaning growl in her ear and she felt him blow his load deep inside of her.

  She leant against him for a few moments as the dawn of her actions crystallized in her head. She quickly released herself from him and pulled her skirt down, stood up and buttoned her shirt. She couldn't make eye contact; she could not look at him. Thoughts of taking him again flashed in her head, perhaps tasting that cock slide down her throat with her juices still on it. Shaking her head to rid it of such thoughts, she quickly made her way down the hallways to sounds of his protests. "Please, your name or number?" he begged as she disappeared under the pulsing flashing lights.

  The End.

  Desire's Reward

  I sigh as I received Your text message just as I had arrived home.... "Meet Me at My place." I put the car back in drive and make my way over to Your place. Sighing softly, I make my way up the stairs. I put my key in the lock, turn it and open the door. The house is mostly dark, it is lit by a soft blue light... I make my way into the door and reach for the light switch only to have my wrist locked in Your iron grip. Before I can say anything much less react, a black silk tie is placed across my eyes.

  The room goes completely dark. I open my mouth to protest, and I am instantly silenced by Your lips. Your kiss is deep, hard, and full of passion. You leave little to my imagination about what You have planned for me tonight. I feel my shirt being unbuttoned and I open my lips to protest only to be silenced again with a gag. My heart slams into my throat and I try to calm myself. My clothing is stripped away in a flash. Before I can try to reach for anything to cover my bare skin, I feel Your iron grip once again on my wrist. You deftly place a soft leather cuff on each wrist. A soft tap upon my left leg and the word, "Up" is uttered from Your lips. I lift my left leg and bend it at the knee. You guide my foot back down, encasing the sole in a soft leather heeled shoe. You deftly lace the black satin ribbons around my calf and tie them into a bow, just below the back of my knee. You repeat the same process on my right foot. I stand before You, blindfolded, gagged and bare with the exception of the leather cuffs and shoes.

  You softly whisper, "Beautiful, but you are still missing something."

  I feel the warmth of Your hands upon my bare shoulders, caressing them as You slide up even further to encase my neck with Your strong hands. I take another deep breath and calm myself even further. Your hands leave my neck and a kiss replaces the warmth. I shiver slightly and murmur my contentment. You slide Your right hand down my shoulder, down my arm and resting it briefly upon my hip before reaching off to the side. I shiver slightly as You place a soft, supple leather collar around my neck, You tighten it just enough to snug it up on my flesh, but not tight enough to hurt or cause harm. I hear a metal clink as You hook a leash to my collar. You rest it lightly over my right shoulder. A small shiver courses through my body as the chill of the air bites into my bare flesh. You notice the slight shiver and respond with a soft hooded cloak.

  "Chin up, Mine."

  I lift my chin and feel Your hands brush against my neck as You tie the neck of the cloak closed. A tap on my nose indicates that I need to drop my chin. You pull the hood up over my head, I feel the fabric rest lightly upon my hair and brush my nose. You retrieve the leash from under the cloak and tug it slightly.

  "Come, Mine. Remember carefully of where You step. Remember each and every stair step... I will be here to help guide you, but I would hate to see you mar such beautiful skin tonight."

  I follow Your lead by the gentle tug of the leash. I carefully make my way across the living room floor, across the threshold and out onto the porch. I carefully count in my head the steps from the door, to the stairs. I carefully and deliberately choose my steps. I am careful to make my way down the steps without falling once. You continue to tug lightly on the leash, leading me over to Your car. You lean me slightly against the cool metal. I hear the car door open, You place a hand around my arm and one on my head to guide me into the car.

  "Lift the cloak, Mine. I do not want you to sit on it on the way. That's a good girl. Now, lift your legs up into the car, Mine. "

  You close the car door behind me, after tucking the cloak inside. I sit quietly in the car seat, the cloak enveloping my body keeping me warm. I hear Your door open and feel You take Your seat and close Your door. I smell Your cologne before I feel Your arm brush across My chest. I feel the slide of the seat belt across my chest and hear the click as it locks into place. I hear you repeat the process for Yourself.

  "Wrists, Mine."

  I fumble slightly through the thick folds of the velvet cloak, slowly producing my wrists. You tug them closely and another click echoes in the car. The click is one I am all to familiar with... the click of a pad lock to bind my wrists together. The click of the radio and the soothing sounds of soft instrumental music fills the car and settles my nerves. I settle back into my seat as You pull out of the driveway. You drive for what seems like hours, but I know that cannot be. You stop the car and get out, the door closing behind You. I hear You open my door, You reach beneath the folds of the cloak for my bound hands and help me out of the car, careful to keep me covered in the process. I feel Your breath upon my cheek, and Your lips upon my ear.

  You softly whisper, "Do you trust Me, Mine? I will not allow any harm to come to You tonight. You will be among friends. Be proud of who you are. Be proud of your chosen station."

  The only response that I can give is a slight nod of my head indicating that I trust You. You drop my hands and retrieve the leash. A soft tug on the leash indicates that I am to move forward. My steps are slow and careful. You notice my slight hesitation and uncertainty of where I place my feet.

  "There is nothing that is going to cause you to trip, lil one. There are no steps. There is a slight ramp that you will be walking up. The walk is smooth and there will be nothing that you need to step over."

  I lift my head at Your words and feel more sure of myself and my steps. I keep up with Your pace easily. All at once I hear music and people laughing... My heart starts to race and I stumble. You stop and stroke my cheek, soothing the worry deep inside of me. You tug on the leash leading me deeper into the music and people. As Our walk continues, the music gets softer, the people get quieter.

  "Two steps up, Mine. I will be handing you off to Lady Rhianna. She will take care of you and get you prepped. You may speak to Rhianna. And she may speak with you. You are to show her the same respect that you show me. You must not ask questions and you must not protest what she and her girls will be doing to you. Do you understand me?"

  Again, I nod my head "yes," and feel the leash being handed off to Rhianna. I follow her to another room. This one is much quieter and the scent of lavender wafts through the room. Rhianna lifts the hood of the cloak from my head and rests it back on my shoulders. She works on the tie that is around my eyes.

  "You are to keep your eyes closed, lil one. There is to be no trying to steal a glimpse of anything around you until you are instructed to do so. Do you understand this?"

  I nod my head "yes" as the fabric is removed from my eyes. Rhianna works with the fabric that is my gag. I sigh softly in relief as the gag is removed.

  I softly whisper,
"May I have some water, please?"

  I feel a straw pressed to my lips and immediately open my mouth and I am rewarded with some cool water. I drink only a small amount and use my tongue to guide the straw back out of my mouth. Rhianna takes my locked wrists and guides me across the room. I am gently pushed down onto a soft bench of sorts.

  "You may sit here and rest. Your shoes will be removed, your wrists will be unlocked and your restraints will be removed. This does NOT mean that you are free to do as you please. You have been entrusted into my care and to get you ready for tonight. Do you understand this?"

  Again I nod my head yes. I sigh contently as the ribbons are unlaced and removed from my feet. I feel another pair of hands soothing and massaging some lotion into my skin. The scent of black chamomile wafts up to my nose. The scent has a calming effect upon me. The hands work their way up my calves and up to my thighs. I am pushed further back onto the bench, as I lay down, a pillow is placed under my head. There are at least two pairs of hands upon my body, massaging and rubbing in lotion on my abdomen, breasts, and arms. A lazy smile plays upon my lips as every knot from the day are worked from my body.

  "Turn over, lil one. We need to take care of your back."

  I sit up and feel my way around the bench that I am laying on, only to find that it is about the size of a single bed. I stand briefly before stretching back out on the bench, resting my head back upon the pillow. The hands return to their duty of massaging the lotion into my skin and finish working all the knots out of my body. Special attention is paid to massaging lotion into my back and ass. Every fiber of my being is relaxed. I am no longer scared of what You have in store for me tonight.