Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  When he reached the threshold, he stopped and looked around, making sure no one was watching. When he was sure no one knew, he slipped through the door and locked it behind him. She was standing with one foot on the floor, and the other on the sink, leaning back against the partition that separated the commode from the rest of the room. Her full thigh was exposed to him, and her right hand was dancing under the loose hanging fabric of her skirt. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned, hanging loosely over the hard nipple of her left breast, with her left hand inside massaging her right breast. Her head was thrown back against the green plastic divider, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, with a series of barely audible Ohs and Ahs escaping with every breath.

  He walked over and cupped the back of her neck with his right hand, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. Their tongues did the dance of desire as he fumble with his zipper with his left hand. She stopped playing with herself, reached in, and pulled his thick limp manhood out. She put both hands on his massive tool and began stroking it, slowly, massaging its full length. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and they both looked down at her soft gentle hands bringing his member to life. She pushed him back away from her and, without taking her foot off of the counter, bent forward, holding the counter with one hand and his belt with the other, took half of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently. She bobbed up and down a few times, inhaling more of him with each stroke, until she had his full length in her mouth. She held him there for a few seconds moaning and moving her head side to side. She pulled her mouth off of him, admiring the saliva slickened surface of his veiny muscle. She inhaled him to the root again, applying more of her oral lubrication. She did this over and over, leaving more of her saliva on him each time, until it was dripping from the underside of his pole. He looked down and saw she had taken her hand off of the counter and had put it back between her legs. He stepped sideways, with her mouth on his pecker, turning her so that he could watch her handy work in the mirror. With her ass turned toward the wall, he pulled her skirt up to see that she was repeatedly plunging her middle and ring fingers deep into her soaking wet gash.

  He stood her up, pulling her eager mouth away from his throbbing hard cock, and dropped to his knees. He pulled her hand away from her juicy pussy, and buried his tongue inside it instead. She let out a little squeal as he wiggled his tongue inside her. With her skirt lying across his face, he was flying blind, so he felt his way around. He worked his hands up and down her torso, along her firm abs, up to those perky, firm tits. He massaged them, with her hands on the backs of his, and he could hear her moaning as he gently pulled on her clit with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue like a boxer on a speed bag. Her knee buckled as she climaxed, grinding hard against his mouth, and leaving her juices all over his chin.

  She reached and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to eye level. She licked his chin and let go a little "Mmmmm" as her hand guided his cock to her honey hole. He filled her with his man meat, and awkwardly pumped in and out, trying not to knock them both over. It was impossible, with her foot on the counter, to get his full length inside of her, but he worked with as much as he could.

  Finally, he pulled her foot off of the counter and pushed her back ward to the counter, still deep inside her. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her to a seated position on the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open in disbelief when he shoved his full length inside her, stretching and filling her in a way she had never felt before. She contracted around him in orgasm almost instantly, relishing the full feeling. She had never even had a dildo that could fill her up the way he was.

  He began working his manhood in and out again, filling and stretching her with every stroke, her wet pussy tight around his massive cock. He secretly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and fumbled it open. He manipulated the keys to get it into video mode, and hit the record button. He held it up to get a close up of the union of their flesh, of his dick working in and out of the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen. When she opened her eyes and noticed that he was videotaping, she just smiled and said "No faces, okay?" He grinned and began thrusting faster, capturing every plunge in high resolution.

  She threw her head back in anticipation of the coming orgasm. Her back arched, and the silk of her blouse fell away from her tits, fully exposing her body to him. She bucked and rocked and ground against him as another wave of ecstasy took over her body. She couldn't have stopped the screams of passion, even if she wanted to, as every nerve in her body became electrified with pleasure.

  As she came back to Earth, he pulled his cock out and stroked it feverishly, spewing squirt after ample squirt of his love juice all over her taught abdomen, heaving tits, thin neck, and a drop or five on her beautiful face. She looked like she had been attacked with a Super Soaker of cum, but she didn't care. She had had her cake, so she didn't mind a little mess with the icing.

  He slipped his throbbing cock back inside her, letting it continue to twitch and pulse until his orgasm was over. Just the throbbing of his massive manhood was enough to get her off again, and she constricted hard around his throbbing love muscle, thrashing and crying out one more time.

  When she finished and relaxed, he stepped back and panned up her body with his camera phone, taking in every square inch of her cum covered body while she tried to regain her composure. He even got a close up of her gaping and swollen pussy, but she just laid there and let him.

  After a few minutes, and after he was done playing with the camera, she glanced at her watch.

  "Oh shit! Let me borrow your phone!"

  "Why?" he asked.

  "Mine's out there on the table" she said, as she grabbed it away from him. She dialed a number and waited. When the voice on the other end answered she said "Janice! Hi, it's Sherry. Let him know I'm running a little late getting back from lunch... yeah... something came over me." As she wiped the semen from her tits, and licked it off of her finger with a grin.

  The End.

  Getting Some Tail

  I have to confess, I've had a wide and varied sex life, met all kinds of people who had different tastes, different skills, and different levels of experience. In fact, I thought that I had seen it all. I mean, after a while you kind of get it into your head that people really don't tend to get much more different or varied.

  That is, until I met Natalia.

  Without question, Natalia was one of the most unique girls I had ever met, even non-sexually. Shy, but with a wicked sense of humor that usually came out when she thought nobody was paying attention. I was instantly attracted to her the moment I met her, but I couldn't figure out whether or not the feeling was mutual.

  It seemed like she was interested, but whenever I asked her to go do something she always hedged, or tried to see if there were more people going.

  I'm not stupid; I knew the signs. I was headed for the dreaded "Friend Zone."

  Not that this was a terrible place to be, mind you. Natalia was extremely bright, witty, and interesting to be around. She worked as a chemical scientist in a major corporation looking into various new forms of renewable energy and, while I rarely understood what the hell it all meant, it was particularly fascinating to see her perspective on things. I've always gravitated towards bright women and Natalia was a never-ending source of fascination for me.

  We were at the point in our 'relationship' (if you can call it that) where there was minor flirting, but also a bit of an uncomfortable will-she-won't-she go to the next step. I hadn't exactly been waiting for her, but the more time we spent together, I found myself getting more and more drawn to her.

  A mutual friend decided to hold a "fancy dress" party. Now, in the US that's called a "costume party" but she had just come back from the UK and was going through an obsessive anglophile phase.You know the kind of person I'm talking about. Suddenly her cell phone is a "mobile" and every conversation ends with "Cheers."

  N
evertheless, a costu-- er, fancy dress party sounded like a lot of fun, so I figured what the hell?

  I went stag, dressed as a ghost pirate. My face was painted up in a gruesome skull visage, and I wore a open-necked blouse with tights, boots, and a sword by my side. You know, the kind of thing that a straight guy would never wear except to a costume party. Even so, If I do say so myself, I looked pretty damn good.

  When I walked in the door, I felt in the "zone." It's hard to describe what that means in words, but I'm sure others have felt it too. Sometimes you go out, but you're not really "feeling it." Other times you go out and you feel like you rule the world. This was one of those nights.

  Looking around the packed house, I wasn't surprised to see Natalia there; what surprised me was how drop-dead sexy she was. In fact, I almost didn't recognize her.

  "Dayum!" I said, when I saw her. She smiled bashfully at the compliment.

  Normally Natalia hid behind a plainness that seemed to scream "ignore me!" Even though her job gave her every reason to avoid dressing for show (lab coats are rarely considered lingerie-like), she seemed to take a particular effort to be extra invisible and nondescript.

  Not tonight. She was wearing a skin-tight leopard print cat suit. Every curve was accentuated in all the right ways. Her blonde hair, normally kept up in a bland ponytail, fell down across her shoulders resembling something like a mane. Okay, a mix-and-match of animals but, fuck me!, it worked.

  She had painted the tip of her nose with a black spot and drawn whiskers. She decided to contrast this with a definitely non-animal-esque ruby lipstick, and the effect was stunning.

  "Turn around," I prodded. "Let's see the whole package!"

  She did a little dance in place, and I could see that she had gone through the whole nine yards. The form fitting suit included a tail that had a wire that allowed it to be controlled so that it moved. I watched as it moved from side to side a little, perfectly framed by Natalia's gorgeous little bubble butt.

  I didn't even know she had a bubble butt!

  "Natalia," I said, beaming. "You have really outdone yourself. You look amazing!"

  She did, too. The fact that she went to all this effort - and so radically departed from her normally frumpy, dressed down, long skirt look, was a shock.

  She did a little courtesy. "Why thank you," she said coyly. "You look pretty damn good yourself. I don't think I've ever seen a more handsome zombie."

  "Zombie?" I was crushed. "I'm a ghost pirate," I protested.

  She laughed, and I realized she had got me.

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "Where's the alcohol in this place?"

  She nodded. "Good idea," she said, smiling. "Let's go get some."

  As we made our way to the makeshift bar, I couldn't take my eyes off her. There's a reason why men like catsuits, and for women who can wear them well there is an internal struggle for men - well, okay, me, I admit it! - to resist the urge to openly gape or to touch.

  It was a battle I was momentarily winning, but only barely. My God, I had no idea she had such a tight little body underneath the clothes she usually wore.

  At the bar, both of us reached for some of the good quality beer. One of the reasons I really liked this girl was because of her laid-back character and, yeah, because we both liked the same good beer. A little chit-chat, and a few friends stopped by, some introductions were made. Overall, the party was going well, and the company was good.

  Some of the party-goers had really pulled out all the stops. There were robots, princesses (all men, each one trying to upstage the other in hilarity), and even a few really raunchy costumes. A good time was had by all.

  Especially me. I had started drinking the beer and neglected to remember that each one was nearly 9% alcohol - a lot more than what you usually found at parties like this. The effect of the alcohol was compounded by the fact that I really, really wanted Natalie.

  I didn't even realize how much I was staring at her. At one point it's possible I was even drooling. I have no idea. All I knew is that before that night, I knew I liked her and had hoped for more. I had to go for it. She was just too awesome not to try.

  She had come out of her shell. It's not clear what it was, perhaps it was the suit, perhaps it was the alcohol as well (she didn't have as much as me, but she had at least more than one), but she felt liberated, more comfortable with herself.

  And it made her sexier than I had ever seen her.

  As she talked to people in the room, I got several fantastic looks at her backside. I was fascinated by her figure, and wasn't sure when i was going to see her ass on such fantastic display again, and I was soaking up the opportunity while I could.

  Now, as a technical guy ("geek" in common parlance), I succumb to similar issues as other technical guys: we like to know how things work.

  In a stream of consciousness, my mind evolved from carnal thoughts about Natalia's ass to more... technical ponderings.

  More and more, a strange feeling came over me, a compulsion of sorts. I found myself absolutely obsessed with the idea of grabbing her tail and seeing how it worked. As a technical guy, I'm fascinated by seamless engineering, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how she had hooked up the tail.

  I'd love to blame the alcohol, but in reality my mind just works in strange ways. I mean, it's not normal for a guy to start thinking about sex and then move on to thinking about costume mechanics, right?

  Part of the problem for me was that her suit left very little to the imagination. That's a problem, you say? Well, yeah.

  Every curve was smooth, and the skin-tight stretch fabric seemed to hide very little. As it was leopard-print it was still tasteful in all the right areas, and there must have been some secret channel that the wire was sewn into. How the hell was she able to make the tail move?

  Like an obsessed fan trying to figure out a magician's trick, I studied her body, her movements, and her tail. I couldn't figure it out. I watched her closely, focusing on her hands. She didn't have a lever, no remote that I could see. I watched her talk with people and suddenly the end of the tail would flick, or move, or it would sway from side to side. I looked quickly to her hands to see if she had pulled on some hidden wire, but I always missed it.

  She moved away from a crowd and passed by me to go through a corridor on her way to the restroom. I watched, mesmerized, determined to try to see the trick up her sleeve, so to speak. Her body moved fluidly past me, and I saw...

  Nothing!

  I don't know why no one at the party hadn't tried to do it already. Maybe it was because I was a bit tipsier than the rest of the crowd. Maybe they didn't know her quite as well. Maybe no one else was as much of a jackass.

  Frustrated, and more than just a little curious, at the very last moment after she passed, I reached out and grabbed a good grip on the end of her tail.

  And it wrapped around my wrist in a vice-like death grip.

  We both yelped, and I looked at her, wide-eyed. She snapped her head around to stare at me, frightened, then looked down at her tail squeezing my wrist - with incredible strength, I might add - and then looked back up at my face.

  Within seconds the flood of emotions spread across her face, readable as clear as if she came with cue cards. Shock at being grabbed, recognition that it was me, then anger. She slapped my face.

  I took the slap, my mouth still open in shock, so that when she hit me a small pop sound came out. In any other circumstance it may have ben comical.

  I watched Natalia's face. It wasn't done giving away her emotions. As her tail uncoiled itself from my wrist, she grew flush and red in the face. Instantly tears began welling in her eyes.

  Shaking her head, the first sobs coming out, she whispered, her voice hoarse, "How could you?" She turned and went past the bathroom door and left through a side door to the house.

  I stood there, dumbly, looking down at my hand and feeling the sting of her slap. "I only wanted to know how it worked," I said quietly after the door had al
ready closed behind her. With no one around, I suddenly realized that perhaps I was trying to convince myself.

  Gathering my wits - or what was left of them - I tore after Natalia.

  "Wait! Wait!" I called.

  She was making a bee-line for her car, though, and I could see that if I didn't get to her quickly she would drive away and the likelihood of being able to make things right was going to be next-to-impossible.

  She stood next to her car, and began patting down the catsuit, but as there were no pockets she started to realize that she didn't have her keys. Frustrated, she through her hands up in the air and placed them on top of her head.

  As sexy as she was, and as hot as that suit made her, she had lived most of her life like a tomboy and as she began pacing back and forth the feminine quality of the catsuit was far less apparent.

  I came up to her just as she was covering her face with her hands, crying. "How could you?" she repeated.

  "I'm sorry - " I said, but hearing my own voice out loud made me realize that an apology wasn't going to cut it.

  "You of all people... I thought you... would respect..." she broke off, her eyes red with anger. I thought she was going to hit me again.

  "Natalia, I - "

  She cut me off. "Are you happy now? Great. So you've found my big secret. Why don't you go and tell everyone? Have a grand old laugh at my expense."

  "Wait, no, I - "

  "What, then?" she demanded. "What do you want?" She paused, and her lower lip began quivering. I don't know why, but that really made it difficult to answer her.

  "Why couldn't you just leave me alone?" she said, more quietly now.

  "Natalie," I said, not sure what to say. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to see how it worked."