Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  Keeping her lips locked to his she slid her hands down over his chest, her nails sharpening into talons as they grazed over his skin. He gasped into her mouth as she flicked one sharp tip over his nipple. Her hands moved lower reaching for the flimsy cloth that separated her from what she wanted, no needed, to have. She sat up and with a minor flexing of her fingers her talons shredded the kilt he wore. She didn't look at him for she knew that dragon fire had turned her eyes to molten gold.

  The heat of him as she curled her fingers around his hard shaft called to her. This was what would satisfy the craving, this heat that she had to feel inside her. There was no time for pleasantries, no time for words. She raised herself up and in a swift motion impaled herself on him. She threw her head back and released a loud growl of pleasure.

  As she moved her hips in slow torturous circles she felt his large strong hands cover her breasts, squeezing and rolling them firmly. She hissed as his fingers closed over her nipples and pinched them hard, her teeth clenching on her lip. His hands stroked down to her hips to grasp her with a sudden fierceness and she felt sharp stinging as of tiny blades barely pricking the surface of her skin.

  The fire was hard upon her as she tilted her head to look down at him. Her eyes burned red now, her passion nearly overwhelming her. To her surprise she gazed into eyes that glowed as brilliantly as her own. The man's skin had shifted from bronze to a darker almost ebony blackness, the tips of his fingers were now tipped with razor sharp talons. She opened her mouth thinking to speak and he issued a long deep growl that burst over her like the sweetest flames.

  His hands gripped her hips harder and he pulled her against him. The tables had been turned and she was now the captured prey. She lay her hands on his chest to steady herself as he began to move beneath her. He began to thrust his hips upward against hers at first in long slow strokes then with increasing force. Mist began to swirl around them, steam from the heat of their passion. With each thrust his hands brought her down to meet him. She lost all sense of control and the dragon within her took full reign. She dug her talons into the skin of his chest leaving shallow red scratches and leaned forward to sink her teeth into his shoulder.

  She felt it, that burning she had been so long without, the fire that could never be ignited by a mere human. She rose up again, her head thrown back to scream to the moon and she heard his deep primal cries join her own. The molten heat of him swelled and burst forth inside her and she cried out even louder as the transformation washed over her with her release.

  Taking the greatest care of the shimmering golden wings that lay quivering along her back he held her to him and turned her with him so that they lay side by side. After a moment she opened her eyes and gazed at him. He was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. His scales glimmered darkly in the moonlight, the long curved horns atop his regal head shone like finest ivory. He raised a black wing tinged beneath with the darkest purple and draped it over her body like a cloak. There was a latent glow deep in his eyes.

  "I have searched long for you, my hearts desire." He said in a low rumbling voice. His tongue snaked out and trailed along her long neck. Then he raised himself and spread his wings wide. The dragon fire began to glow in her eyes again as her gaze took in his magnificence. "Now you shall never be alone again."

  "Come." He said, "Let us fly.....together."

  As she spread her golden wings and took to the night sky at his side she reveled in the burning of her blood and the joy of the night.

  The End.

  The New Guy

  Gathering her long red hair up into a clip, she watched the new patrons come in...and the drunks stagger to the door. Sighing with something almost like boredom, she leaned against the bar top. Pouring drinks for drunks was not what she wanted to be doing tonight. She kept an eye on the doorway, waiting for the new guy that was taking second shift today.

  Sam-something was what she had been told when she came in to take her shift just after noon today. Smiling at the guy in front of her, coaxing him to drink just one more before calling him a cab for the ride home. That's what most of her afternoon had been like.

  Just before her shift ended, the manager had asked her to fill in while he ran a few errands. She agreed after he promised an extra day off next week. Oh well, she was already there and what were a few more hours when this was the slow night of the week.

  The perfect night for a new bartender to begin. Suddenly the door flew back and this guy walked in. He had dark hair and was laughing with some of the drunks before he got half way to the bar. She was intrigued but the smoke and dim lighting made it hard to see him clearly.

  He swung around and grinned at her as he stepped up to the bar. "Hi, I'm Sam." he said.

  Her breath caught in her throat, all she could do was nod and point at the back of the bar. He leaped over the bar top like it was a picket fence. She watched and shook her head.

  He turned and grinned at her again, "what's your name, babe?", he asked.

  She mumbled something barely intelligible and walked back to the storeroom. Laughing, he followed and grabbed a bar apron on the way.

  She looked up to see him standing in the doorway of the storage room, tying the strings of the apron. She would have dropped the crate of Jamesons' Irish Whiskey if he hadn't stepped forward and took it from her.

  "Here ya go doll, let me help you with that.", he said.

  She just nodded and stepped back, her hands still tingling from his touch as he took the crate.

  "Better bring a couple bottle of tequila too, I noticed the bar is low.", he called over his shoulder.

  She picked up the bottles and followed him back to the bar. she didn't remember much about that shift because every time the fog lifted, he's bump into her or his hands would reach out and touch her for one reason or another.

  She kept a close eye on the clock and as it neared the 2 am mark, she began to breathe a little easier. This Sam guy was a whirlwind of activity, laughing and joking with the patrons, flirting with all the ladies. but, for some reason ... there was something about him that just kept her attention.

  She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it could get dangerous before the night was over. Once again she looked up at the clock. Another fifteen minutes and they could give the last call for the night.

  Finally the last patron had staggered through the front door and into the night. She was standing there with the key in her hand, ready to lock up.

  "Finally!" she exclaimed as she turned the key and whirling around she leaned back against the door with a sigh of relief.

  "What's the problem, babe?" he called as he wiped down the bar top.

  She looked up and then realized they were completely alone. She groaned softly and shook her head, what had she been thinking! It was much better with a room full of drunks. They distracted her from this new guy and the oddly growing attraction she couldn't help but feel.

  "Just tired.", she answered as she slowly made her way around the room, pulling down the shades before walking back to the bar.

  "Well, I have the perfect solution for that problem, babe." he said. "I'll make you my world famous Irish Coffee, it will perk you right up. Get it? Perk you up?" and then he laughed.

  She looked at him and then turned to walk to the store room again. Lost in thoughts of how to get out of there without making a fool of herself, she never heard him enter the small room. Until she turned around and slammed into his chest, that is.

  His arms came up and pulled her close, probably to keep her from falling over. But, that didn't have a thing to do with the way it made her heart race. Her eyes lifted and locked with his, but began to close as his lips came down over hers.

  Her outstretched hands came around his waist and grasped his shirt. She felt like she was drowning and he was her lifeline to safety. As he deepened the kiss, she heard a soft moan. When she realized it was coming from her throat, she pulled back.

  "What's wrong, babe?" he asked.

 
; She softly answered, "my name isn't babe, it's Marie.".

  "I know.", he said.

  Then his lips came down over hers again. This time, she didn't resist at all. Returning the kiss with as much intensity as he gave it. He bent and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out of the storage room and into the open bar area. With the shades drawn, they had complete privacy. He sat her on one of the freshly wiped down tables and began to kiss her again.

  Their hands fumbled hurriedly to unbutton each others shirts. Never breaking the kisses that only served to heat their blood even more. Sam pulled her blouse down off her shoulders and began a nibbling assault on her bare breast. Marie could hardly concentrate enough to tug his shirt from his tight jeans and heard a tearing sound as it finally pulled free. Laying her back on the blouse, his hands lifting her skirt as he moved between her legs.

  Her hands pulled the zipper of his jeans down slowly and caressed the throbbing cock that sprang free almost immediately. He hooked his fingers in the flimsy satin that covered her most private place, smiling at the wetness of the fabric. Jerking suddenly, he looked up when she flinched at the sound of the ripping satin.

  She lay trembling on the table, waiting for his next touch. Catching her thighs in his hands, he lifted them and spread them wider. He took a step forward and she felt his cock slide across her wet lips. She looked up at his face and gasped at the look in his eyes. As she lifted her hands to push against his chest and stop him, he slid his cock up into her. The sudden pleasure was so great that she cried out.

  The hands that were reaching to stop him, grabbed his arms and pulled him closer instead. He leaned down over her, resting his forearms on the table and began to pump his very hard cock in and out. His movements were slow at first, but soon the pace began to pick up.

  The table squeaked and groaned with the force that he used to thrust and grind against her. She tried to smother her cries by biting her bottom lip, but his mouth on her tender nipples made it hard to keep quiet. She could feel the spasms begin softly and knew that very soon the orgasm would hit her. He sucked and pulled at first one, then the other, nipple. She slid both hands into his hair and struggled to pull his head back.

  "Please, Sam ... please kiss me!" she cried.

  He scooped her up off the table and dropped into a chair. when she slammed down on his cock it happened. The explosion started in the pit of her stomach, then splintered up to wrap around both breasts.

  She screamed, louder than she ever had before. His eyes closed at the first scream and shuddered hard. She felt the white hot stream of cum shoot up into her vagina and began to jerk weakly as the waves continued to wash over her. His arms tightened around her as he held her against his chest.

  Their movements seemed to work together, his driving her spasms higher and higher, hers keeping his going. It seemed like they would never stop. All too soon, he slumped in the chair and she collapsed against his chest. Breathlessly they sat there, holding onto each other.

  Finally he softly asked, "anyone waiting on you at home?"

  A soft blush covered her cheeks as she slowly shook her head.

  "Good!" he said, "you are coming home with me tonight and we're gonna do this the right way."

  She smiled up at him, "I like that idea.".

  Swatting her on the bottom, he said "well, get dressed babe, you can't go out like that."

  She laughed as they pulled their clothes back on and left the darkened bar holding hands.

  The End.

  Just You and I

  The full moon was shining cheerfully through my window as I fell asleep that night. It's silvery light bending through my water bottle and shining on the rails of my antique wrought-iron bed before falling across my face, bathing me in its gentle luminescence.

  It was the loss of that light across my eyes the roused me, awakened me, from my erotic dream. The same dream I always have; the one that makes me cum before I'm even completely awake; the dream that even now has my pussy dripping and longing to be filled.

  As I slowly blink my eyes open, I am aware of a change in the atmosphere of my bedroom; of something added rather than missing. The moonlight reveals you standing over me outlined in stark contrast. I take in your aggressive stance, black clothes and ski mask and quickly come to only one conclusion; you're here to rape me.

  As I come to my senses enough to gather a scream in my throat, your hand quickly covers my mouth. You lean down next to my ear and whisper in a harsh voice, "Don't scream, don't make a sound and I'll make this good for you too. Scream or call for help, and I'll make you wish you didn't have a sweet pussy for me to fuck. Got it?"

  I can barely think beyond shakily nodding my head in surrender.

  "Take your panties off" you growl at me, your hand is still firmly over my mouth as I wiggle my panties down over my hips and legs, "and hand them to me." You roll them in a ball and, finally removing your hand, you shove them into my mouth. "Now take your nightie off." You say in the same growl.

  Once it is out of the way, you take both of my wrists in your one, very large, very strong hand and pull my arms up over my head. You tug something out of your pocket; it's handcuffs. You click a cuff over my wrist, loop the chain around the bedrail and click the other cuff onto my other wrist. You pick up one of the fat, decorative pillows from the neat pile beside my bed and add it to the one already under my head. I'm not very comfortable with my head at a 45 degree angle, but you don't seem to care.

  You reach down and take hold of my nipple. You look me straight in the eye and twist, pulling upward at the same time. I cry out in pain, and yes, a little pleasure. You stop and lean down to my ear again, "You like that, bitch?" I think you smile, I think I hear it in your voice. "Yeah, you like it. I'll have you moaning like a whore before I'm through tonight."

  Now that I am completely at your mercy, you pull something else out of your pocket. You stroke my cheek and say, "I'm going to blindfold you with this sleep mask and I'm going to fuck you. But before I blindfold you, I'm going to show you what I'm going to impale you with, think you're ready to see it?"

  My eyes are as wide as saucers; I nod slowly.

  You reach down and pinch the other nipple, pulling and twisting upward. I cry out in pain (and pleasure?) again.

  "Slut." You say as you pull the zipper down on your jacket and slide it off revealing a black tank. Your moonlit outline becomes more defined. Your shoulders are impossibly broad and your torso tapers to a flat, well-defined stomach.

  I get the feeling I know you from somewhere.

  The tank follows the jacket and the hills and valleys of your chest and abs are set in sharp relief. My mouth waters a little as I involuntarily take in a sharp breathe through the panties. I pray you didn't hear me.

  My prayer is not answered.

  Your head jerks up to my face and I feel like your smiling again. The ski mask is very frustrating. I want to see you in spite of myself. I'm about to be raped, and my body is betraying me by revving up for it! What is wrong with me? Am I psychotic?

  "You want to see more don't you?" You jeer at me, making me feel ashamed of myself; ashamed of my lust, my obvious need. "You want to see the cock that's going to fuck you, don't you slut?"

  I just stare at you with my big, blue eyes. I can't reason out the way I'm feeling.

  "Answer me!" You half yell at me.

  You yank the panties out of my mouth roughly and put your ski masked face in mine again.

  "Yes." I squeak out in the smallest voice possible.

  You pull and twist both nipples and I really do scream out in pain. You shove the panties back in my mouth, and move your mouth to the closest nipple and swirl your tongue around it before pulling it into your mouth and sucking on it. With one hand you squeeze the other breast and gently roll the nipple between your fingers. I'm confused and aroused by the rapid switch from pain to pleasure.

  Your hand caresses my stomach as you move your mouth to the other breast and devour it with your lips
and tongue.

  Your hand slips lower.

  "Wow, not even a landing strip." You say as you slide your fingers over my already swollen, completely hairless lips. You slowly slide your finger up and down over those lips until they open like the wings of a butterfly. You feel my wetness already, one swipe over my inner lips and I open to your gently probing fingers. I am wet enough that one finger glides in easily as your thumb begins to softly rub my soft pink nub sending a wave of pleasure through me.

  At the same moment, you bite my nipple; hard. I yelp in pain and moan in pleasure as you slide your one, now two, fingers in and out of my pussy. I can't help myself; I tighten my velvet walls around your fingers. You move over and bite the other nipple; harder.

  My pain and pleasure are complete and your thumb strums my clit like a well-tuned guitar. You curl your finger up inside of me and stroke my g-spot. I arch my back frantic to keep the connection between your mouth and my breast knowing that I'm about to cum harder than I ever have. But, just at that moment, to my utter dismay, you stop and straighten up.

  You are standing over me again, silently reminding me who is in control. I'm frustrated and, frankly, angry. I'm angry at my rapist for not letting me cum. I am sick.

  You, however, are smug. Standing there, standing over me, knowing how close I was and reveling in my misery.

  You move to the end of the bed and sit with your back to me. Oddly, I feel shut out. I'm not sure what you're doing until I hear the thump of a shoe hitting the floor. After the thump of the other shoe dropping, you stand and turn back to the bed. At the foot of the bed, you slowly unsnap and unzip your jeans. Your cock springs out unrestrained by boxers. You let the pants drop and step out of them.

  It's dark at the bottom of the bed so I can't really see what's in store for me until you come around to the side of the bed again. I take in another involuntary breath in at the sight of your beautiful cock.

  You climb onto the bed obligingly bringing it closer to my face for a better look. You are perfect, from the 8 inches plus in length, to the 2 inches plus in width. The drop of precum on your perfectly mushroomed head is like the cherry on top of a sundae. I can't wait for a taste....but wait this is against my will right?