Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  Gentle at first, as she came she tried to swallow more of my cock. I began to feel it too. It made me light headed as I watched her continue to explode for what seemed like several minutes. I had a hard time taking it all it. This red haired vixen was hungrily taking down my cock, all the while exploding with no end in sight. I so wanted to be between her thighs licking up every precious drop, but it was as if time had slowed down. It must have been about three minutes before her orgasm subsided. She leisurely pulled her mouth off of my cock.

  "Oh my god," she said quietly.

  I couldn't believe how hard my cock was. Throbbing non- stop, it glistened with her spit and several strands still connected my shaft to her lips. She looked simply gorgeous. She lay backwards on the bed.

  "Fuck me," she said.

  As soon as the head of my cock pushed into her wet pussy she exploded again; a wonderful greeting for my adamantine pole. I began my teasing her with tender short strokes, increasing carefully, our eyes locked on each other.

  "I knew it would be this good," I said confidently. "I knew you were my perfect fuck."

  "Perfect," she repeated back.

  We developed a rhythm, never taking our eyes off of each other. She would languidly swell to orgasm, gradually calm down, and then unhurriedly build to another body shaking explosion. This occurred over and over again as we both became one.

  "I love you," she said with glazed eyes.

  "And I love you, my goddess," I responded. "Perfect?" I asked.

  "Perfect," she echoed.

  At that moment nothing else in the universe existed but us two. I was fucking the woman of my dreams, lost in her eyes. Her eyes, in turn, reflected such love that I could see myself as she did; powerful, beautiful, apable of anything. She made me feel like a god on earth.

  "I want your ass."

  "Everything is yours," she answered.

  I reached over a grabbed the lube, placing a drop on the tip of my cock. With great care and infinite slowness I began to push the head into her exquisite ass. Her eyes widened as the thick head popped in.

  "Oh my. Oh my. Oh my fucking god!" she screamed as she came unexpectedly.

  Her ass and pussy had both just exploded simultaneously. Feeling incredibly powerful, I carefully pushed my throbbing shaft deeper. I knew by the look in her eyes she could feel every inch of my shaft. Every pulse of my cock was reflected in her eyes.

  "Well I fucking love this!" She managed to tell me.

  "You have no idea how fucking happy I am right now!" I replied. "I may never leave."

  With a minimal of problems I was soon buried deep. She had cum so much that it was quite easy for me to begin to fuck that beautiful ass.

  "Rub your clit baby, while I pump that perfect ass."

  As soon as she stared to rub her clit and pussy she started to cum again.

  "Yeah baby, fuck that ass. I fucking love your cock in my ass!" she screamed.

  We began to build a rhythm as before. It became so natural. My cock belonged in her ass, making her cum with every stroke. All the while I kept staring into those eyes. I wanted to burn the image of me fucking her ass, permanently on her brain. She looked back at me with eyes that told me how much she loved this. Eyes that said we could never be closer than we are right now. I was falling deep into those eyes as time began to slow down again. I was pumping her tight ass in a never ending dream world of just us two. With each stroke everything slowed and her eyes filled with love.

  "I want you to blow all over my face." she said softly.

  "What?" I wasn't sure I heard right. I must have thought about creaming that pretty face a thousand times over the past month. I thought about how sexy she would look with my cum in her braces, dripping all over her lips and hair.

  "I do read your thoughts." She said. "Why do you think this is all so perfect?"

  I was aching for release and here she was telling me to blow all over her face. I reluctantly pulled out of her ass and she immediately began to lick and suck on my balls. Watching her tease my balls with such tenderness, smiling up at me, was an unforgettable vision. For someone so young she knew, instinctively, that to truly excite a man it was all about the show. The skirt, tennis shoes, and lip gloss were all part of her arsenal, that she used with expertise to assault my senses. On top of this he was as aware of the beautiful sight she presented to me as any professional actress, in front of the camera, could be. I realized how well it had worked. I had not taken my eyes off of her since I opened the door.

  "My, they are full, aren't they?" she teased as she licked.

  At this point I don't think I could form coherent words. I stood in amazement as she drove me to the edge. Her tongue on my balls felt so fucking good. I didn't think I could hold out much longer.

  "You'd like to cum all over my face wouldn't you? It would be so hot. I want to feel that powerful cock blow all over my cute face. It'll probably make me cum too."

  She hadn't even touched my cock yet. She had been concentrating on my balls all the while she was talking.

  "Ok baby. Time to cum." She spoke as if she had planned this all along.

  She grabbed my cock at the base and gently kiss the head.

  My cock throbbed in response as I began to unleash the biggest load of jizz on that innocent face. Streams of white cum hit her lips and braces. Some landed in her hair. I moaned with pleasure as she nibbled the underside of my cock as it was blowing strand after strand of hot cum all over her face. I had never seen a woman look more beautiful and satisfied as she looked right then. This was her perfect moment. She had brought me to heights I never before had imagined. Time slowed as I watched this goddess empty my balls, smiling all the time as if she knew a secret. As if she could read my mind.

  "I will always be your Jess," she said.

  The End.

  Hard Steel

  "Be a good girl and stay here," said Daddy. "I really need a presence here, just a security factor, you know darling."

  "But Daddy, there's nothing to do and how long are you going to be?" I whined petulantly, smoothing my brown curly locks and admiring my superbly manicured nails.

  He fiddled with his briefcase and shaking his head turned to a filing cabinet. I sulkily crossed my legs, highlighting the sheen of my lightly oiled thighs. The sofa in his palatial office was certainly comfortable and now the factory had closed for the weekend, it was peaceful. But it was merely the plush office of the CEO and millionaire owner, my Daddy.

  Down below us, the small tight complex of high volume, quality novelty manufacturing now slumbered having made several more thousands of cash for our family to enjoy. Daddy didn't believe in weekend working, the whole place ticked over nice and efficiently and he vowed that the twenty or so workers could always enjoy their weekends.

  "Look Louisa," explained Daddy. "You know the alarm system is down and the engineer will come tonight and I'll stay with him once I'm back, but it's going to be a couple of hours yet and I must get to this meeting at the Marriott with Kamahachi Corp. You know what the Japs are like for punctuality."

  I looked at him with a pained expression.

  "Please? You told me you had nothing planned this evening. Just till the engineer arrives. You are locked in, you have your mobile and there are no windows downstairs and the sun will be up till about eight at least tonight . Its quite sunny up here isn't it?"

  I reluctantly agreed, nodding at the bright shafts streaming through the partly blinded windows and after he reminded me I could get online and surf and he knew how much I enjoyed that, I saw him off and took his kiss on the cheek and his usual pat on my butt

  He showed me the manual locking system for the door, it certainly looked formidable and left me to it. Just because my MG coupe had broken down and he was giving me lift home later, I was here. Otherwise I would have left the office at the usual time of three thirty like all the staff. So I didn't have anything planned - true. But I could have phoned a whole host of friends and sorted something, as often as
I do on loose ends.

  I trotted back through the factory, my four inch black patent leather stilettos clacketting on the hard floor then echoing weirdly as I mounted the steel stairs to the first floor suite of offices. I needed a pee and on making my way down the passage to the girl's restroom, it suddenly seemed a bit of a laugh to look into the men's restroom.

  This was the staff toilet and not the workforce of course, so I knew it would be clean although the factory is not a greasy grimy place. Even knowing it was deserted, for some reason I crept in on tiptoes and peered round the compact room. The cleaner had already been in at four thirty and it was immaculate. I thought I might find a stock of men's magazines, but no - not a pinup in the room or in the two cubicles. Not even a condom machine. We didn't have one in the girl's room either.

  The flush suddenly sluiced down the long stainless steel urinal wall and trough and made my pee urge greater. A crazy idea entered my head. I wondered if I could pee into the urinal standing up. Just like the men.

  I glanced round stupidly, as if to check if anyone was watching, then on impulse, hoisted my mid thigh skirt, pulled my silk panties down and then off, hanging them on the bracket of the flush down pipe, reasoning it would be easier to perform with no hindrance. I stood close to the trough and bent my legs, thrusting my crotch forward. I was helped by the natural angle my body was tilted by my high heels. Just in time I remembered it would be prudent to sort out my cunt lips. They are rather long and often get sort of knitted together during the exertions of the day. Its not a problem when you perch on the toilet seat, letting pee splash anywhere, but I remember hiking with my last boyfriend and squatting to pee in some bushes and forgot the knitting. My pee burst out at an angle and wet my thigh, knee and boot. It could have been embarrassing but I got round it somehow.

  I splayed my cunt flaps like two pink wings and let go. God! The relief is incredible when you really need it and I was pretty damned good at aiming, making noisy splashes into the sparkling steel trough. Steam rose and I could smell the strong asparagus odour that always taints your pee, from the nice lunch I had with a sales guy. I chuckled to myself at the image the sales guy would have of me and here I was, the twenty six- year old busty, curvy brunette daughter of the boss. The female procurement manager of Sagar Products, pissing into a man's toilet.

  My flow stopped and then I did have a problem. Men don't have paper handy at the urinals, preferring to shake their cocks and get rid of drips. I glanced around, still holding my pussy open and then spotted my panties. Oh well, I was going straight home later and it wasn't the first time I'd gone anywhere without knickers. I swiped through my crotch and when satisfied I was dry, I stuffed the damp garment into some paper towel, washed my hands and left the men's toilet. The touch at my genitals although matter of fact was comforting and I giggled recalling how my labia had waggled grotesquely when I wiped them with the expensive undies. They are so pendulous and how I managed to get them I don't know. My older sister Laura hasn't got labia like mine and she's seen Mummy's and apparently hers aren't dangly either.

  Back in Daddy's suite I shoved the paper clad knickers into my handbag and logged on and surfed for a while, visiting a sexy chat room I liked when feeling naughty. I haven't a clue why I felt that way now, maybe it was boredom or sort of 'so there' Daddy. Oddly enough the chat room was boring and then got fucked up, but I had managed to see a few raunchy pictures before leaving the chat room. There were several threesomes of blondes and a guy and then the other way and many with girls getting it in the arse. That seems to be the thing these days especially with porno and I'm going to try it one day, with the right man of course.

  I logged off and felt damp in my crotch, so in the privacy of the deserted office suite I lifted my skirt and saw that I had a decidedly juicy fanny. Luckily the lining of my Versace skirt would hide any outer stain and it would be dry cleaned tomorrow so I dismissed worrying about it. It doesn't take much to get me juicy and in most circumstances I would normally go for my vibrator, but the fucking batteries had run out on my pocket job and that's all I had in my handbag, not getting a chance during the day to get out and get refills. I must admit I'd searched the office in vain for the right size at after lunch, feeling a touch randy after a few nice wines and flattery.

  Daddy's paper knife caught my eye, resting on a works machinery catalogue. It had a nice bone handle which was about four inches long and curved. I sat on his leather, Chesterfield, CEO chair, hoisted my skirt yet again, opened my legs and delved the handle into my cunt, pressing it on my clit and idly rubbing as I leafed absently through the catalogue. I wriggled my skirt higher so that my butt was on the leather seat and made it squeak as I rocked gently. The catalogue had attracted my attention as it pandered as usual to the male buyer and featured two comely female models in bib and brace posing by various machines and appliances. I fantasised on what their pussies would look like and turned the paper knife round liking the cold sharp edge of the steel blade on my inflamed clitty.

  One of the machines illustrated seemed familiar and I realised we had two just like it in the factory. One posing model who looked to be of mixed race was pictured holding a fairly provocative pose, her hand not quite caressing the parts of the stretcher and stitcher, used for soft materials. But it was mildly arousing especially in my state. I glanced round Daddy's office again and saw his golf umbrella. The handle was big, round and chunky.

  Discarding the paper knife I went to the corner of the room and grabbed the umbrella. Back on the chair I leaned way back and shoved the handle of the Golf souvenir into my sluicing quim. I managed to jam it against the desk, so I could let go of it and just rock and ram down on the bulbous handle. Six inches of polished, ebony coloured plastic slid easily in and out of my hungry twat, yet I was already looking around for something else, craving more obscure objects to titillate my sexual high.

  Through the open door into Clarissa's, my Daddy's secretary's room, I could see the parts of an office chair, waiting to be sent for repair. What caught my attention was a long round object, amongst the pile of parts. I squeezed my cunt muscles making the umbrella handle plop out of my cunt and got up to investigate. The round object was the leather clad, padded part which would envelope the tubular steel chair arm and was about twelve inches long and two inches in diameter and slightly curved. It was well worn and maybe a little grimy, but it looked phallic and menacing. I gave it a cursory wipe with a tissue from her desk.

  There in the old girl's office I stood and rammed it upwards into my crotch. I imagined what crusty but efficient Clarissa, with her blue rinsed hair, her calf length tartan skirts and sensible shoes would have said if she'd seen me as I poked the end of the object blindly at my greasy snatch. Luckily it had rounded ends, with some sewn joints and as I stood awkwardly, legs splayed lewdly, thrusting the thing deep into my hungry pussy I had to support myself on the window sill looking down onto the factory floor.

  I gasped loudly at the pleasure and as my head swung in ecstasy, I caught a glimpse of the stretcher stitcher machine down on the work area. It occurred to me that when I'd started working for Daddy, the one thing he made me do as with my brother Erik who was now sales manager, was to make me work in the factory.

  OK it was light and clean although a pain in the butt, but for six weeks it was also fun, with the repartee amongst the guys. I had started work on the stretcher stitcher, known as Wendel after the manufacturers. There was Wendel and Wendel 2 side by side and my mischievous and highly erotic state of mind, although being happily fed by the broken chair arm up my cunt shouted WENDEL! He, yes Wendel had to be a he, had some rather interesting protrusions and I decided to experiment with them.

  As I trotted down the stairs, the heel clattering noise seemingly more echoing now, I eyed the two machines only feet from the stair bottom. My skirt was round my hips and my fanny was dripping my juices down my leg as I approached Wendel . I must have looked peculiar as I bent to switch the power on. Bare butt, exceedingly goo
d quality skirt in a mess of folds crumpled round my waist and very slimy thighs. Wendel hummed quietly into action as I isolated the stretcher, not needing the stitcher. I slithered onto the flat, steel, cold bed holding the cable linked control pod. Patiently and god knows how I managed to be so patient, I pressed the relevant buttons for the different stretchers, letting them emerge from the bed, working out my approach. There were three of each size. They could all arise simultaneously, or one or two at a time. The holes they emerged from were about an inch apart and the machine control allowed the operator to choose how many of each size.

  The way I was feeling, it just had to be the large one. The shiny, mirrored finish prong rose from the bed some nine inches high and three inches in diameter. It had the exact shape of a dildo and caused great mirth on the shop floor, especially with new staff and of course I'd been one of them. I gazed at the smooth round tip with unbridled lust, testing my prowess on the speed control, finding I still had the knack and then I stopped its motion as it sunk down flush with the machine bed. The next bit took some thought, but I managed to swing the overhanging section of the machine away and ungracefully waddle on bent legs to get my butt over the prong aperture. I made the prong rise an inch or two and by squatting, positioned my cunt on it, feeling once again the thrilling sensation of cold steel on my over heated labia. My high heels made it difficult to get low enough so I cast them off, loving the cold plate on my bare feet.

  I pressed the button and the prong rose slowly into my pussy. It stretched my willing orifice more than it had ever been stretched, but not fully in. I stopped the prong again at its highest point and then shifted my legs and slowly sat down on the great invader. The sense of fullness was wonderful and I wriggled gently, finding that I could flatten my buttocks to let more of the steel tool pierce me.