Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  By two in the morning I was pretty tired and starting to feel the earlier hike and the strain I'd earned that day in my hip flexor, so I got ready to call it quits, but then the DJ I'd been waiting all night for came on, and started throwing down the yummiest set, flogging every last ounce of energy out of my already-sore body. My little dance-engine fired on all cylinders and I danced like a gypsy, not caring if anyone was watching, though I'm sure some were... those who were still awake. Two hours later and just before closing, as I tore myself away from the club and out into the welcome cold night, I was drenched in sweat and buzzing high from the second massive workout of my day. The cold air outside was like water in the desert, I felt glued to the inside of my bodystocking, resisted temptation to peel it off in the car. A friend of mine had walked me out, and he snuck in a devilishly tonguey goodbye kiss, so I had to make a break for it before he went any further. He was wonderful but not my type, not enough.

  As I closed my door giggling and blowing kisses, my phone lit up, and it was a couple friends who'd left 30 minutes ahead of me. They were hailing me to some afterparty at this guy's house who I kind of knew from a few rager parties and snowboarding. We'd always kind of had a thing for each other but had been too tied up in relationships to act on it. He was hot, really hot... a former navy seal, clean-cut, stylish, funny, well-financed... one of the top "most-wanted" guys in our crowd. I wished he was just a little bit taller though... but finding anyone big enough to make me feel small is kind of unrealistic, it narrows to playing field to just a slim handful. I'm 5'9", and even in flats, I'm basically eye-level with most guys. Against my better judgement I headed over to his place, still in a buzzy fog from the workout and with no plans to stay long. I was dreaming of my bed and ibuprofen.

  As I parked on a dark corner, a couple galpals scooped me into their car for a quick 7-11 run. I wasn't about to into 7-11 in my outfit, so two of us hung back in the car, giggling in the back seat. She is one of my favorite girls, a lesbian goth pyxie with big flashing, catlike eyes, long doll's legs, and a very dirty mind. Kissing her in the back seat kep us busy all the way back to the house. I'd never been there before, it was a nice old craftsman with lots of balconies overlooking a canyon. Our handsome host was zipping around the house pouring champagne, making nachos, offering bumps of this and lines of that. It looked like he was setting up for a "rager" but it was already three in the morning and there were only 10 of us, six guys and four girls. I was way too tired for anything but the champagne, so me and my pyxie lesbian friend just slumped onto his couch, our endless legs tangled out into the living room like more decorative furniture. He had a really nice place and was really going out of his way for us, I was a little impressed. I'd never really noticed him properly, and enjoyed watching him in action, high as a kite and trying to hide it, act nonchalant, then be caught staring wide-eyed at my girlfriend and me. Eye contact almost made him stammer, made me want to just wrap my arms around him and tell him to take slow steady breaths.

  My lovely lesbian friend had her delicate white hands all over me in my black lace, and we'd slip into another world once in a while right in the middle of the living room, just her mouth and mine and nothing else existed. Everyone at the party took it in stride, they'd seen it before, maybe not with me... anyways, they acted like it was perfectly normal. Except things got real quiet when we kissed. Our host swirled by announcing something excitedly about fresh sheets and was quickly cleaning his bedroom, which was a spacious, creamy, softly lit setup with windows on three sides. The other guests were already slipping away, dozing off on the furniture, tiptoeing away. I was so eager for bed, so tired, so realitively sober... and sore.

  The next thing I knew it was me, my lesbian pyxie, and a third girlfriend in the fresh sheets, giggling, fondling, kissing, pulling off each other's shoes and tops, taking off our earrings. I was the only one really dressed, just down to my bodystocking and panties, since it was such a promise to peel it off. We lost ourselves in the sweet, warm, secret world of girl mouths and fingers, nipples and soft flesh. It felt like being in the middle of warm apple pie, and every caress felt like heaven on my tired, lace-bound body. Our third player was new to the girls-on-girls thing, straight as me, so fun to "turn." Once in a while more champagne would appear, our host would hover, ask if we needed anything, adjust the music. I hardly noticed him but every time I looked for him, there he was. He was down to just a pair of jeans, looking prettier than I'd ever noticed, and more flustered than ever, like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.

  I got up from the apple pie once, to check my massively smudged black eyeliner in his tiny bathroom, and like lightning, he was there, fixated on me like nothing else in the world existed. I flirted openly with him out of sight of my ladies, letting him watch me as I posed in my lace, naked but not, twirling one way, then the other, sliding my hands all over myself, giggling. He almost airlocked right then, leaning on the doorway, smiling and panicking all at once. I lavished him with this slow torture, bent low, snaked breathily up his side and into his neck, whispering, "Patience my dear. Breathe." His chest heaved, eyelids fluttered, I slid past him and back into the bedroom, feeling like a geisha trained to bring a man to his knees with a single glance. As I crawled back across the huge, cream-colored bed, I winked back at him over my arched back and tiny lace-covered ass, then giggled as he almost fell over. Then I dove back into the moaning, warm pile of breasts and pussy.

  Us girls took turns in the middle of the pie, making each other come with the most delicate touch, like witches conjuring majik. When it came my turn the bodystocking peeled off, and I felt so warm, naked, and soft. I made our third come for the first time with a girl, in seconds, whispering naughty instructions in her ear. Right in the middle of her screams I threw him a smoldering grin. He hid his face in his hands, his brawny biceps and washboard abs flexing defensively around him. All of us had come a couple of times, except for me, only my pyxie got it once, with her hot little mouth. Both the girls were starting to look tired finally, it was already way past sunrise and sunlight was streaming in all over the room .... that, and having shed my bodystocking and found more champagne on the nightstand, I had a second wind.

  He sensed the shift like a mating call and was on me in an instant, out of nowhere like a descending angel. His kisses were gentle without seeming too insistent, and bless him, he kept checking around that we were all OK with it. The other two were busy with each other but clearly drowsy. His hands and mouth closed out everything else, even the girls, and before I knew it I felt his burning hot, rock-hard body breathing feverishly against mine. In seconds we went from standoffish hallway-hellos to "knowing" each other, and I don't even remember where his jeans went. The girls snuck off, leaving us to each other, and it wasn't long before his fingers were exploring my breasts, then my cunt. He was no less than wonderful, and very strong. His cock was even gorgeous, perfectly thick, light pink, and somehow "fresh" looking. He was blonde like me, and had practically no body hair. At first, he was gentle, but whatever he was on called for more force, and I told him he could be as rough as he wanted. Then he fucked me eagerly, not holding back, overpowering me handily. I let him; my strained hip and tired, sore muscles let him. He seemed to want me to let him. I did. I love being overpowered, dominated, driven over the edge. I must be fun to control, I seem formidable but I come so easily. Sometimes, just a little dirty talk and I lurch and writhe, squealing like a trapped cat. I've damaged walls before this way.

  He locked onto this feature fast, flipped me on my stomach, entered me in one deliciously smooth, sudden thrust, bit my neck, growling "I've wanted to see you naked for so long. You have no idea. I can't believe you're here. Nobody can." His thrusts sped up, strengthened. I was speechless. "You are so ... fucking... tight!" he grunted. I swung one leg sideways, high up by my shoulder, around his head. Yoga comes in handy sometimes. His eyes flashed as he vollied more powerful thrusts at the deepest angle I know. I saw colors, then resurfaced, whispering "just
... please don't come inside me... I wasn't prepared for this" and he nodded, and then flipped me on my back, folded me in half, crushed me with his weight. His heat and smell, all wonderful, enveloped me, his kisses rough and demanding, I knew he was too high to come, and I surrendered. I was pleasantly surprised he could so easily throw me around, and he drew gasps, cries, giggles, and yelps from me for hours. Try as we did, we couldn't finish him, and soon I was getting sore at both ends. I told him he had a very pretty cock, told him it wasn't fair he was so high. He laughed, asked if I didn't mind that he didn't like blowjobs. Delighted, I replied that I hoped he was OK with absolutely no strings attached. His answer was a raging hard-on, and another hour of relentless fucking, the best kind, ecstatic, athletic, relentless. His fresh sheets were soaked with sweat and (mostly) my come, the whole bed looked like it had been through a hurricane. I had to leave, yummy as he was, I had dance class in an hour and it was not to be missed. He was demolished and surprised I had to go, surprised I could even get up.

  I gathered my things, staggered to my car, soaking with sweat for the third time that weekend, leaving an ex navy seal destroyed in his wrecked bed, dreaming of lesbian threesomes. Two days later and I am still walking funny and get butterflies every time I think about it; a photo he sent me of himself almost makes me come. Friends ask me how my weekend was, I tell them "Active." My chiropractor can't figure out what I did to myself. Mr. Perfect texted, then sexted, offering himself at my beck and call, promising to be more sober and less rough. I reassured him, he had done everything right. More than right.

  The End.

  The Balcony

  It had been hot all day and as darkness fell, she came in from the patio carrying the empty tea glass. The phone rang as she walked to the kitchen. Picking it up, her breath stopped at the sound of his voice.

  "Be at the Hyatt at 10 p.m. sharp. Wearing that special nightgown I bought you, covered only by a light raincoat. Your black heels and thigh-highs. Nothing else"

  ::click::

  She recognized his voice immediately of course. Stepping into the shower she used the bath gel and shampoo he preferred. Her hands trembling but quick to ready herself for him. She followed his instructions to the letter.

  After drying her hair carefully, she spritzed on the perfume she knew he liked best by misting the air, and feeling it fall gently into her long red curls. Stepping back from the mirror to carefully inspect herself, she saw a petite, busty woman, smiling with blue-green eyes that sparkled with excitement. The gown fit closely in all the proper places and she knew he would be pleased.

  Picking up the thin opaque raincoat she slide it up her arms and belted the sash tightly at her waist. She smiled as she walked to the car, the material of the gown in the humid night air clinging and teasing her nipples to perfect hardness. The swish-swish of the raincoat against her legs seemed to whisper his name.

  As the valet opened the door, she swung around to exit the car. The movement caused the raincoat to open and the lace was visible to the attendant, as was the top of her stockings. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard as he looked up at her. She smiled and took the ticket from his hand.

  As she approached the large decorative double doors of the Hyatt-Regency Hotel, she could see him standing just inside. His face calm, completely devoid of any expression. He watched her step inside and glance around, pulling the front of the coat tighter. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips and he took her hand in his. As he led her across the polished marble floor, he whispered into her ear..."you did well, my dear". "Thank you, Sir", was her reply.

  He pushed the button for the elevator and wrapped his arm about her waist as they waited. She smiled softly up at him, her eyes glittering with growing excitement. The doors opened and they stepped inside, both looking up...watching the numbers change as they ascended to the 31st floor.

  Silently they walked down the hallway until he stopped and slid a card key into the door lock. The soft click as the light changed from red to green caused her to catch her breath. His hand, in the process of turning the door handle, stopped. He looked down at her and she smiled again. Nodding with satisfaction he opened the door and led her inside.

  He stopped her in the middle of the room and took the coat. She stepped away from him and turned. He quietly said, "turn around, slowly". Very slowly she spun around. His eyes watched carefully, taking in every aspect of her appearance.

  His gaze traveled from the shiny patent heels, up her legs along the black silk stockings as they disappeared under the short lace gown. "Undress me" were his only words.

  She carefully took off his jacket and tie. After folding them and laying them across the back of a chair, she moved back to unbutton his shirt. Opening the sides, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and moved to take it from his hands. Laying it on the jacket, neatly folded.

  Kneeling at his feet, she lifted her hands and unbuckled his belt, easing down the zipper tab as she looked up at his eyes. His face never changed expression as her hands grasped the waist of his pants and boxers.

  As she eased them down across his hips, he shifted so that they could move more freely. The pants pooled around his ankles while she took off first one shoe, then the other.

  Stepping out of his pants, he moved to the bed and sat down waiting for her to fold the pants carefully and drape them over the chair with his other things. She moved to stand in front of him and stopped. He took her hand and pulled her to his lap. Taking her face in his hand, he turned her face to his and kissed her gently.

  She sighed at the touch of his lips and her mouth opened under the pressure of his kiss. His hand dropped to her breast and his fingers began to tease and pull at her nipple. It puckered and hardened as his palm covered it. His tongue slid between her lips as his other hand came up and held her to him by the back of her head.

  She lifted her arms and curled them around his shoulders, pulling her tighter against him. At the first soft whimper he pulled her mouth from his by the hand tangled in her long red curls. Looking at her eyes, his hand dropped between her legs and one finger pressed between the lips of her pussy.

  He smiled slightly as she gasped and her eyes closed abit. He gently stroked across the tip of her clit, watching her face. Her legs opened and he lifted his finger to his nose, breathing in her aroma. When the finger slid between his lips and he licked the taste of her from the tip, she groaned.

  He lifted her off his lap and stood her between his legs. She looked down at his erection straining from his lap and started to kneel. A swift shake of his head stopped her and she looked at him curiously. "I have a much better idea" he said.

  He stood and led her to the balcony doors. They opened onto the 31st floor balcony, complete with several lounge chairs and a double chase lounge with a low back. The outer-wall was capped by an iron railing, he drew her to it and turned to face the hotel wall. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her again.

  His hands ripped the front of the gown open and let it drop onto the floor behind her. His hands pulled her against him, his cock pushing into the vee of her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and held him closely.

  He leaned back against the wall and lifted her up. She crossed her ankles across his ass cheeks as his cock slid into her hot, wet vagina. She cried out against his lips. He began to lift and drop her slowly onto his hard cock and she shivered each time he moved her. His finger teased her hole as he lifted her, making her whimper and moan. He thrust up into her over and over again.

  Their tongues tangled and teased each other. She began to tremble as the first wave of a soft slow orgasm washed over her. He pulled back slightly and watched her cum, groaning as her juices seeped down his thighs.

  Watching the tears spill from her eyes as the orgasm moved through her, he carried her to the low chaise and sat down with her stocking-covered legs still wrapped around him. His cock never seemed to soften as long as she held him tightly this way.

  Easing back, his legs spread.
..he looked in her eyes. "Make me cum", he whispered. She moved up to kneel over his lap, her nipples brushing his mouth as she did so. He laid back and as he watched, she curled her fingers around his cock, guiding the head back inside her waiting wet body.

  Sliding down to completely cover him, she reached behind her and cupped his balls...caressing them gently. She flexed the muscles surrounding his shaft, grasping and squeezing it as tightly as she could.

  As she watched, she could see his eyes darken and his face seem to harden. His eyes never left hers as his hands moved to her hips. Lifting and guiding her movements ... up ... down ... up ... down ... a low moan escaped his clinched jaw.

  She shivered hard at the sound and gasped. Soon her rhythm matched his and she softly whimpered with each stroke. Her body riding his, moving stronger on his thrusting cock. Her fingers slide from his ball sac and she leaned forward.

  Her breasts touched his chest as her hands settled on the lounger cushion beside his head. She bent to kiss him, gently biting on his lip. His tongue slithered between her lips and tangled with hers.