Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  Chloe blushed and grinned, and took his cock in her hands, guiding it to her mouth. She licked him, getting him wet and slippery. She pumped his cock slowly with her left hand, her tongue swirling the tip as her right hand cupped his balls and gently played with them.

  Pete gasped as his whole body tensed. His hands dug into the cushions of the couch as Chloe began to suck and slide his cock in and out of her mouth. She went deeper, and choked a little, smiled up at Pete apologetically, then began to slurp at him as if he were a Popsicle.

  Brandon grinned and sat down on the chair, watching the fun.

  Pete croaked "Bran, Get out of here!" Brandon ignored him.

  Chloe slid him deep into her mouth, not choking this time. She sucked hard as she came back up, then licked him like a Popsicle, holding his cock with her right hand, gently caressing his balls with her left.

  He tensed again as she swirled the tip with her tongue. He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair as she slipped him in and out of his mouth. His breathing became fast and shallow and he grunted when she made one particularly deep stroke.

  "Shit, I've never been this hard!"

  Chloe slid her hands under him and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him closer to her, pulling his cheeks gently apart. She sucked and slurped, sliding him in and out.

  "Shit, shit, shit," moaned Pete. He closed his eyes and gripped the bot's head. She stopped pumping and sucked hard on the tip of his cock.

  "Chloe, stop, I'm gunna cum!"

  She giggled, licking her lips, a string of saliva trailing from one corner of her mouth to the tip of his raging hard on.

  "Silly, you're supposed to cum!" She dived back onto him, sucking noisily.

  He moaned one last time and arched his back as his cock shot ropes of cum into her mouth. She squealed and swallowed, trying hard to keep every drop in her mouth. Some of it dribbled out and ran down his cock and down her chin. She giggled and licked him clean as he lay there, panting hard.

  Chloe sighed and smiled dreamily up at him, licking a bit of his boybatter off her chin.

  Pete opened his eyes and said, "Shit, Chloe, that was awesome!"

  He looked over at Brandon and laughed.

  "Did I tell you?, said Brandon, "Did I fucking tell you?"

  "Was I good?" asked the bot.

  "Shit, Clo, that was the best!" He grinned at Brandon. "Awesome!"

  Brandon stood up and unbuckled his jeans, unsnapping them and pulling down his zipper. His hard cock slipped out of his boxers and into the air.

  "My turn, Chloe. Suck me off, babe!"

  Chloe blushed and grinned, took his cock in her hands and using it like a handle, pulled him over to the sofa. She pushed him gently down on the couch next to Pete. Pete, watching the action, pulled off his shirt and wiped up the errant drops of cum that were on his belly.

  Chloe licked Brandon from the base of his cock to the tip.

  She froze, inches from his cock, then blinked.

  "Perimeter alert. Pete, your sister and two of her friends are walking up the driveway."

  She stood up and pulled Brandon up off the couch.

  "What the fuck?" shouted Brandon. "NO!"

  Chloe handed Pete his swim trunks and shirt and said "Get Brandon up to your room. I'll handle things down here.

  Pete nodded and pushed Brandon toward the stairs. Brandon struggled to pull his pants back up, his cock straining through the open fly of his boxers. They just managed to get past the turn at the first landing when the door opened and he heard Jen say hello to Chloe.

  The guys stood quietly, listening to what was going on downstairs. Pete stepped into his swim trunks and Brandon gingerly tucked his cock back in his pants and eased the zipper up.

  Chloe said hello to Jen and told her to not leave her backpack on the floor. "I'm going to do some vacuuming."

  "Oh? I thought you'd be done by now. We wanted to listen to music in here."

  Without missing a beat, Chloe said "I've been doing some deep cleaning today. I'm running a little longer. Why don't you three go play in the pool before dinner?"

  Pete looked at Brandon, and they grinned. "It's working. She's back in housekeeper mode."

  "Yeah, but what about me?" His cock was still straining to get out of its denim prison.

  "Man, I'm sorry, Bran."

  He thought for a moment, then grinned. "Everyone's going to Chicago tomorrow. We'll have Chloe all to ourselves!"

  The End.

  Another Afternoon Delight

  After numerous attempts of trying to get together we finally made it. We met noonish at a local no-tell motel. It had been over three weeks since we'd met, and I was especially horny. And, I assumed my friend was too.

  He met me at my car and gave me a welcoming kiss. I suppose you all have a hunch that I had to restrain myself from attacking him. We walked into the motel and up the stairs to our room. Then the fun started.

  Once inside he stepped to me, took my face in his hands and gave me a luscious, sensuous kiss. Then we fell back on the bed entwined in each other and commenced to do some heavy necking.

  Of course with all of this kissing, as usual I wanted to feel skin on skin. Unbuttoning his shirt, I started touching and caressing his chest. My lips moving with my hands down his chest. He quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off. I did have to take a few moments to gaze at his muscular body. Nice tight ass, sculpted arms, muscular chest, flat abs and a delicious looking growing cock.

  "You're way overdressed" my friend said and proceeded to pull off my shirt and cover my chest with little kisses. He reached behind me to unfasten my bra, only to discover that today I was wearing a black lacy front hook one. With some assistance from me he did manage to undo it, then planted his lips on one of my nipples.

  I've mentioned that I love wearing lingerie and it makes me feel very sexy. But, my friend would rather have me totally naked. So, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled off my pants. Then moved his mouth from my breasts to my dripping pussy. I could hardly wait, he does eat pussy so well.

  He covers my clit with his mouth and flicks his tongue around it. He starts sliding a finger into my pussy, I am very wet, so his fingers easily probe my cunt. My pussy is making slurping noises as he rams his digits into me.

  I can feel my pussy muscles begin to quiver, his fingers and mouth are going to take me to orgasm land. That familiar pleasurable feeling starts in my cunt and floods out over my entire body. My upper thighs are twitching as he continues to lick my pussy.

  He keeps plunging his fingers hard into my sopping pussy. I raise my hips up and grind my pussy onto his mouth and fingers. My hands are on my breasts pulling and stretching my nipples. There is a direct line between my nipples and my cunt. Doing this, my pussy explodes and detonates feelings of gratification and pleasure over my entire body. And, I drench his mouth with sweet pussy juice.

  He raises his head, moves up my body and slides his cock in my still quivering pussy. I take his face in my hands and lick my juices from his mouth, chin and face. As I do that, he says "oh baby, your pussy tastes so good." And I did have to agree with him.

  His hard cock fills my pussy, and I can feel his cock throbbing in me. I work my vaginal muscles to squeeze on his cock. (Something I've been perfecting over the years.) He responds by driving his cock harder into my pussy. I'm moaning "yes, yes." As I've mentioned before I'm a moaner, but I didn't mention I'm also a mutterer.

  By that I mean words come out of my mouth, but they're not understandable. In my mind I'm saying "Oh, god, that's so good, fuck me more, don't stop, I love your cock." But, what comes out of my mouth is "Oh ga, more, don't, good."

  Those feeling of pleasure are still radiating over my body, and I want them to continue.

  My friend is a quiet lover. He does moan some, but not a lot. Sometimes the only way I know he cums is by the warm feeling of his cum flooding into my pussy.

  Today is one of those days. As my pussy is pulsating and I'm having a huge vaginal o
rgasm, I can feel his cum rush into my cunt. This is the icing on the cake, I just fall over the edge. Every part of my body is electrified and nearly humming.

  He stops pumping, and falls against me. While he lays against me, I start having aftershocks. My inner thighs tremble, my pussy twitches and I can feel my abdomen vibrating. It's a heavenly feeling.

  He turns off me, and we both sit up. It's time for a drink and a smoke. (Yes, I smoke. Don't send me feedback on how bad it is for me. I already know.)

  I finish my cigarette before he does, and he's sitting on the edge of the bed. I scoot toward him and sit behind him with my legs on either side of him. My hands start to massage his shoulders and I run my hands up and down his back while scattering soft kisses on his neck.

  My hands slide around him and I begin to caress the inside of his upper arms. Not a spot that's considered an erogenous zone, but, just try it you'll be surprised. (In my opinion any spot on the body is an erogenous zone when touched the right way.) My hands drift down his arms to his wrists and I lightly skim over the inside of his wrists.

  I wrap my arms around his body and gently apply soft strokes to his chest. My hands caress his torso and lightly pinch his nipples. Then, I glide my hands to his thighs. Using my fingernails I stroke the inside of his thighs, making an effort not to touch his cock yet.

  By now, his cock has started to get hard again, which was my plan. My hands now concentrate on his growing cock. One hand surrounds his cock, the other captures his balls. Stroking, I run my thumb over the tip and feel the wetness of some precum. I think it's time to change positions.

  "Baby move back and lay down, I want your cock in my mouth." He gladly complies with my request. I position myself between his legs, take his cock in my mouth and begin licking and sucking. While doing this, I move myself and sort of straddle his leg so my pussy rubs against his leg. Hey, I'm selfish, I want some pleasure while I'm sucking a cock.

  With his cock deep in my mouth, I rock my hips against his leg and my clit is stimulated. My tongue roves over, up, down and around his cock. I move my mouth up and down. I pull nearly off his cock and my lips and tongue concentrate on the tip. Then I plunge his cock deep in my mouth and take it all in. Bobbing my head I do this over and over varying the speed, depth and intensity of my sucking. My tongue licking around his shaft as I consume his cock.

  My clit is nearly in flames from stimulation against his leg. I need to have his cock in me now. I move up his body and impale my pussy on his rock hard cock. "OOOHHHH baby that feels so good" I moan while his cock fills my cunt.

  I place my hands on either side of his shoulders and knees alongside his hips and start to move my hips up and down on his cock. I can feel his cock touch the top of my cunt. My friend who is usually quiet during sex is groaning and moaning in pleasure. His hands are on my hips helping me to grind on his cock.

  His cock is throbbing in my pussy, my cunt is tingling and convulsing on it's way to orgasm land. "Yes, yes, so good, don't stop!" Are all the words I can get out. A few more pumps and I explode. My pussy muscles contract around his cock which induces just what I want. His hot cum gushes into my spasming pussy.

  I am in heaven. That warm pleasurable feeling engulfs my entire body. I lean down to him and place my lips on his and whisper "thank you baby, that was wonderful."

  "Believe me, it was my pleasure." He replies as we roll in unison, his cock still buried in my pussy, onto our sides and snuggle down together.

  The End.

  Marathon

  The ink from the nightclub stamps still stains my left wrist. It will take a few more long hot showers and lots of soap to wash off everything else. After one of the longest, mostly sober Saturdays I've had in a couple of years, I staggered home covered in sweat and come (mostly my own)... and an ear-to-ear grin. I'll confess right up front, I really like sex. Not the prim, romanticized kind women are supposed to want (although it can be nice sometimes)... you know, the kind where women are supposed to pretend they don't want it, mewl like wounded kittens, struggle not to show their pleasure. No, not that kind. I like real sex, happy, rough, athletic, ecstatic, like a wrestling match. If I'm going to the trouble... letting you mess up my hair and makeup and have your way, well then, we might as well make it count. I don't ever pretend not to want it. I don't act like its all being forced on me and I'm some sort of good girl. I like real fucking and I am a very happily naughty girl. When I am loud in bed, it is laughing, giggling, gasping, the same sounds I'd make on a roller coaster, snowboarding, or getting a really amazing massage. Fucking is a celebration, playtime, always full of surprise, discover, and parts of my nerve endings and mind that I only encounter right then.

  Last night was a marathon in celebration, the crescendo to an enormous day. It started pretty early, with an unexpectedly long hike with friends. Some of them brought other friends, particularly handsome ones. I played "just one of the guys" the whole time, and pretended not to notice them perving out on me. I kept up with the fastest hikers, challenging their manhood, let them see and hear me breathing heavy, behind them, in front of them, alongside them, as we practically ran up mountains. I pretended not to notice them watching me stretch at breaks, the bare spot on my back showing just a peak of lacy thong panties as I bent over. I acted oblivious when the cold wind made my beadlike nipples pop right through my white shirt. I shared beer and tales of much harder hikes like just one of the dudes, bravado and all. They were trying not to stare, to look nonchalant. They are not used to a girl, let alone one who looks like a pinup, beat them at the outdoorsy thing. But I knew this game better than them, and loved it. My cardio could tire out a horse and they feared that. There was friction in our group, I'd fuss with my hair and sing something silly, act girly while we ran up the trail. Then I'd casually parkour up a boulder while they were catching their breath, and balance on one foot.

  Yes, that definitely made them stare. Any minute I could have made them drop and give me 20, lick my boot, carry me behind a tree. They were so handsome, eager to prove themselvse, like hungry dogs waiting for a treet. I let them wait. At the end of the hike, I quickly invited the prettiest of three them to a party I'm throwing in a couple of weeks. with just enough edge in my voice as I suggested they come stag... for the pretty ladies and all. They goggled back at me, struggling not to show excitement, nodding "yes" furiously, willing slaves. Nervous eye contact, uncontrollable grins, you know the signals that subtly mean "Yes Mistress, whatever you ask, I will do anything." I'm starting to think that sort of squirm is sexy. With a gruff, mannish handshake I was off, driving home for a quick, steamy shower and clean clothes, then off to a girlfriend's house for some sewing.

  After that project, I took extra time getting ready for the night, "princessing." Trying on one outfit, then another, deciding who I wanted to be that night. The entire process of princessing is so important to me, it determines the entire course of my night. This time, after slathering on my favroite body lotion from Paris, I slipped on a tiny black lace thong panty and this ridiculous French lace bodystocking I've had for ages, but never quite known how to wear. It has long sleeves and comes all the way up to my throat; it was custom-made for me for a dance performance I was in. Unlike most storebought ones, this one had no crotch opening, so it was a pretty committed outfit, either you're in it or you're naked. The lace was strong and tight, made me feel like a very refined sort of cat burglar. Armored, but exposed. It was especially tight on my breasts, which have "grown" a bit since the bodystocking was made. They pressed up against the lace like a window. Over this I added a heavy tapestry miniskirt with lush satin lining and thick tassel trim, and a matching cropped vest that just covered the R-rated part of my chest unless I moved in a certain way. Big black roses in my hair and towering platform gogo boots with tassel trim finished the ensemble... I looked across between a lacey jewel thief, a black matador, and a gypsy acrobat. It was gorgeous and terrifying all at once. I resisted the urge to frizz and snarl my hair like one of those ult
ramodern runway models, little did I know that would happen later.

  My first stop after nightfall was a new goth club near my place; it must have been the wrong night, because it was too dark, sparsely attended, and reminded me of over-18 clubs I used to go to in my teens. I recognized a few faces, turned every head in the place, and ejoyed the one good gogo dancer. She was dancing in a red-lit window box like a peepshow girl. She moved well and her polka-dot miniskirt and croptop bared her best assets, a long, lean pair of white legs and a tiny, ballerina-like ass. I kept watching her but secretly watched everyone watching me... watching her. I was clearly the "new-meat" there, I would be remembered. The best part of that phase in a new scene is throwing smoldering glances around, watching interested onlookers twitch when caught staring, as if they were summoned, and then flatly ignoring them.

  A gang of large, beast-like guys in black eyed me with obvious intentions, whispering to each other like they were observing wildlife. I sensed they would approach with the slightest provocation, but decided I wasn't quite in the mood for that kind of strange. A cluster of giant goth dudes I'd never met before, practically wearing their dicks on their sleeves... that could end in all sorts of ways, not all good. I went outside to smoke. "No thanks, I've got a lighter." I brushed them off so easily, the cluster retreated, cowering like shunned puppies. I don't like being fucked in the ass, or complicating sex with elaborate fetishes. Good old-fashioned fucking with the occasional wholesome orgy is all I need. I'll come back some other day when I'm bored. The "industrial" music was too doleful and downtempo, and the gogo dancer could only enchant me for an hour, so I headed to the bigger nightclub a mile away.

  Passing through the VIP, thanks to friends at the door, was like a celebrity homecoming; the place was already packed with all my people. It was all hugs and catching up and inside jokes, and of course, everyone bought me drinks, like I'm doing them a favor just for being there. Bartenders love me for that, I'm very good for business. And I drink top-shelf like I've got a hollow leg. The outfit was working dark magic, even though the first few DJs did not get me dancing. I just chitchatted with friends, secretly savoring the slip of satin, lace, and tassels that caressed, squeezed, and brushed all over me. Like I said, preparation determines where my night takes me. A couple of guy friends fought to buy me drinks, trying to simultaneously pull the "one of the guys" act as I took off my jacket and flashed just a hint of squished nipple, followed by a "gotcha" wink. The reaction was seismic, I could see them coming undone and wobbling, even as they tried to carry on our dude-ish conversations about my last snowboarding trip, car repairs, UFC matches. Keeping on like it was nothing was delicious, and just a bit evil. Once in a while I'd speak too quietly so they had to lean in to hear me, smell me, wobble some more.