Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  His hands then release my breasts, moving downward once more along my feminine curves. Every touch of his skillful hot hands against my smooth skin stirs more, the embers of passion within me. I gasp; my eyes going wide as his hands suddenly grasp my hips lifting me off the ground with the power of his own body weight as if I weighed no more than a feather.

  I cry out aloud, the volume of my moans ever increasing as his manhood slides inside me from behind, penetrating deep into my molten heated core. I arch my back away from the front of his strong muscled body, as my buttocks push into him feeling his cock throbbing and caressing my inner walls, and hitting all the right places in side of me. His hands move upward from my hips, moving to grasp me around my ribcage area to better balance and angle me against him.

  A low growl erupts from his throat as his member starts to take action and begins to move inside of me. He holds me there on his shaft his hands firmly holding my waist, my breasts bouncing with every thrust he sends into me. My hands move to touch his face, as I try to twist my head to pull his mouth down to mine, aching to have his lips and mine connect, but he is too strong. His hands hold me so I cannot turn to taste those lips, denying me the look of those hungry eyes. His one hand quickly moves to wrap my hands around the back of his neck anchoring me to his masculine form, making my breasts thrust outward as he continues to ravage me in this position. My feet barely touch the ground as my toes graze the carpeted floor.

  As his hard member continues to move swiftly and easily out of my dripping wet core, I feel him slowly walk backwards with me towards my bed. My eyes try to catch a glimpse of him in the round mirror on the wall beside my bed, but he moves too swiftly and smoothly avoiding it all together. In one single motion without him taking his cock out of me, even for a moment he lays back on the bed pulling me roughly on top of him. My hands release his neck as his hands move to push me into a backwards cowgirl position on top of his body.

  My eyes automatically look into the large rectangular mirror attached to my dresser, looking at this wanton woman riding all this masculinity underneath her, wondering if that person in the mirror is really me. I notice my flushed pink cheeks, green eyes glazed over, my long golden silky brown hair cascading over my shoulders almost reach my pink perky nipples, and my soft pink lips parted as I moan and gasp aloud. I watch transfixed as my body undulates up and down on him in slow rhythmic waves of passion. My eyes drink in every erotic detail through our mirrored reflection until it is permanently seared into my brain.

  He takes my hands in his own, placing them on my breasts, encouraging me with his body language to touch myself for him, to explore my sexuality for him. I watch myself as my thumbs roll over my already perky erect nipples, moaning as the pleasure shoots straight downward like an arrow piecing my inner womanhood.

  His hands place themselves on my round lush buttocks, squeezing them in his firm grasp spreading them slightly. I gasp as he gives each side a good smack, a slight sting and a red handprint left behind on my tender skin. This only drives my arousal higher, the slight pain adding to the pleasure. I groan my moans now, hearing them sounding a tad raspy as they spill forth from my lips.

  Waves of immense pleasure cascade over me, pulling me down into the utter blissful place where two lovers become one. I can feel every inch of his cock inside of me pulsing like a heartbeat, the faster he strokes the harder it beats for me, beating to the rhythm of our passion. My pussy reacts and responds in kind wrapping tightly around his member convulsing and pulsating around him. My sex holds him captive within me, until we both inevitably will reach the place where we sap each other of our ultimate climactic pleasures letting it drench along each other sexes.

  The volume and frequency of my moans moves to new heights, filling the entire room, hearing it reverberate off the walls and echoing back to my ears. My senses become so keen that I can hear his heavy breathing, his groans as they match mine in volume, his cock meeting me thrust for thrust. I can almost hear the hard frantic beating of his heart in his chest noticing it beast as hard as my own. I can smell the overpowering scent of his natural masculine scent mingled with the cologne on his skin, more prominent then it was when this possessive erotic embrace began.

  My hands no longer cup my breasts but grip his hair roughened thighs holding on for the ride of my life; as I am rocked, stroked and pleasured into orgasmic bliss. His member grows ever thicker, expanding inside me stretching my hot wet tight womanly core.

  The bulbous head of his cock nudges against my G spot causing a fountain of moans and mumbles to work their way through my lips. Intense pleasure courses through my entire being, my arousal laced blood pulses through me so quickly that I become quite lightheaded, my head feeling as if it has left my body hovering just above me.

  My green eyes focus once more on the erotic scene through the mirror and I look on in shock, I do not recognize myself at all; this woman so overwhelmed by the passionate embrace of a stranger. This man, in whom I have not even had the pleasure of laying my eyes fully upon, is claiming my body as he ravages me like he owns every part of me. He will not let me twist and look back even an inch as I am pummelled by his cock over and over again causing my body to rise up higher and higher in the mirror.

  I try to catch a better glimpse of him in the dresser mirror, but it is no use as my undulating body blocks me from fully viewing his facial features. I can tell he is quite built from the strength he uses to control me, keeping me locked in the position I am in. Looking down I see the power of his thighs working to push up into me seeing that his skin matches mine, both of us a creamy fair color. His deep masculine groans make me ache more to see that face lost in pleasure, but frustratingly I cannot.

  My nails dig into his toned muscular thighs as I can feel my body close to the edge of precipice. I hear his raspy grunts leave his lips and feel his hands grabbing roughly at my hips keeping my sex grinding against his. He rams me harder and harder, my body bouncing higher my breasts bouncing hypnotically in the mirror. He hand moves to slap my ass once more renewing the feel of the sting along my backside.

  I feel his self-control begin to slip as his body undulates wildly underneath mine rising toward his impending orgasm. His hips lift off the bed roughly and effortlessly, penetrating his thick erect member deeper than I though was possible. A load roar bellows out from him as he releases his spent pleasure into my hungry slick hot insides. I clench him with my velvet walls in such a vise grip milking him of every last drop of cum from his spasming member.

  His right hand drifts down to my clit and his thumb rubs clockwise against it in hard circles. I cry out feeling my pussy spasm hard around his shaft, and that is all it takes to make me come undone for him. I cry out into the sexually charged atmosphere, shaking and convulsing as my climax rushes forth, coating him in a large quantity of my cum.

  My pussy leaks our spent pleasure down my thighs and onto his balls as his hard cock continues to pulse slightly inside me, as the last of his orgasm comes to its pleasurable conclusion. His hands hold me sturdy, as I am drunk from partaking of too much pleasure. Slowly he lowers me beside him, our bodies spooning against each other. My body still slightly shudders against the hard warmth of his body, as I calm down from such an erotic encounter with this sexy manly stranger. I still cannot see his face and ache to look upon the man who gave me such a mind blowing orgasm.

  I snuggle myself closer, moving my hands to try and feel the masculine features of his face, turning my head toward him as I now can do so. Just as I turn to finally look at him directly, my eyes open and I sit straight up in my bed, looking around, head shifting from side to side. I then realize it was all just a dream, and only I lay there in my bed. My eyes now adjusting to the darkness of the room as they drift to the other side of my bed, picturing my manly stranger beside me.

  I reach out my hand across the bed running it over the sheets, as if I will be able to feel the warmth of where his body laid, and feel the imprint of where his form was on my matt
ress. I sigh quietly to myself as I feel no warmth lingering there confirming it was all a dream.

  My mind and body are taken a back with the intensity of the dream and how realistic it had all seemed to me. I part my thighs finding it soaking wet between, feeling how strongly the dream had affected me physically. I clench my hand between my thighs as I lay down back on my pillow, rocking slightly against my fingers as I close my eyes. I wish to god that I am propelled back to this same dream, so another round may be had with my beautiful sexy stranger. I close my eyes tighter, letting sleep overcome me, hoping maybe, just maybe I will even get the pleasure of gazing upon and exploring even further, the incredible masculine features of this seductive stranger of my dreams.

  The End.

  Mia's First Time

  "Nathan, I do not want to do this. " I protested as he stood in the bathroom getting ready. "Mia, I don't understand what the big deal is, John asked if we could go to the bar to meet his new girlfriend. Just a few drinks we don't have to stay long I promise."

  "fine..." I sighed "the next time I ask you to do something you cannot protest." Nathan walked out of the bathroom coming over to the bed and laying a gentle kiss on my forehead "babe, I will do anything for you if you do this for me." He smiled and walked over to the closet riffling through my clothes stopping briefly on a short cocktail dress, with a plunging neckline and open back, turning around "wear this tonight, I love how many looks you get when you wear it."

  I stood and started across the room toward the bathroom a huge smile on my face. Closing the door. As I undressed, the idea of wearing that ridiculously short dress in public made me excited. I quickly jumped in the shower soaping up remembering the first time I met Nathan, we were in a seedy bar, I had just broke up with my boyfriend and was distraught at the fact my best friend Anna had slept with him, in my bed, while I was studying for a final in college. An older man was hitting on me making me very uncomfortable, I must not have been hiding it well because this gorgeous man standing just over 6 feet tall with piercing blue eyes approached, wrapping his arm around me and calling me babe, the older man apologized and hurried away before anything bad good happen. I smiled politely and turned back to my drink, thanking him for his help. He sat down next to me and ordered a drink, resting his hand on my thigh. I looked at his hand and just smiled in to my drink.

  There was a knock at the door breaking me away from my memory "babe, we have about 30 minutes to get to the bar, you might want to get out."

  Startled I responded with "just a minute..." looking down noticing my hand was between my thighs, slowly rubbing my aching pussy. Shutting off the water, I stepped on the bath mat grabbing my towel off of the rack and wrapping it around myself. Opening the door, and stepping out Nathan was standing on the other side looking at me a coy grin on his face. Walking past him I dropped my towel, bending over the bed, exposing myself to him silently hoping he would take the hint. Within minutes he was standing behind me with his hand on my hips, slowly caressing my pale skin. His hands slowly move over my ass, and down my thighs, I slowly spread my legs a little allowing him access to my wonton pussy. His finger slowly slips between my lips feeling how wet I was he grunts a little before slipping a second finger into me bending me over the bed a bit more until I was lying face down on the bed. Slipping his fingers out of me, turning me around he slipped to his knees his hands grabbing my hips before he buried his face into my hot wet pussy. Running his tongue up and down my slit, teasing me, until his tongue found my clit, stopping and sucking on my nub knowing just how much it drives me crazy. Wrapping my legs around his head pulling him closer to me, holding his face into my pussy moaning and writhing feeling the orgasm building, I run my hands through his hair, gently pulling his face closer letting him know I was ready to cum, my body tensing and then releasing covering his face in my hot juices as I came hard and fast. Slowly lapping up the remainder of my juices he stood up, looking me over just grinning "mmm babe, you taste fantastic... but you really do need to get dressed, no panties tonight." He said, in a demanding voice as he walked to the bathroom. I stood, used the towel to wipe myself, before getting dressed.

  We arrived at the club about 10 minutes after the time we had agreed upon, scanning the bar for John I could feel every seedy eye on me, I slowly pulled my dress down a little more feeling a little self-conscious for the first time, Nathans hand pushed mine away from the hem, signaling me to stop. Finally spotting John we walked over to the table. John was in his early 40's, with a slight salt and pepper in his hair, and a mysterious twinkle in his eye he smiled. "Hey, I didn't think you 2 would make it." "We almost didn't you know how long this one takes to get ready." Nathan joked, motioning to me as I sat across the table from John. "So, where is this woman you needed us to meet?" I asked pointedly. "She is running late, she should be here..." his voice trailed off as his eyes stopped in the door. I followed his gaze toward the door my eyes falling on the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

  She slowly walked toward our table, I couldn't believe this was the woman John had been seeing, she was not his typical woman, she did not look like a stripper, and she looked like a very well put together woman. "Guys, this is Susie" John broke the silence as she sat next to me at the table smiling politely to Nathan and me. Susie stood at least 5'8, she was athletic, with at least a double D chest, if not bigger, and she had strawberry blonde hair, green eyes and a fantastic smile. She was wearing a red cocktail dress that made mine look like I pulled it out of the dumpster.

  As the nights progressed the boys slipped away to play pool, leaving Susie and myself alone at the table, the small talk was just that, small we had found that we had similar tastes in music, in movies, but mostly we had very little to talk about.

  "So, how did you and John meet?" I asked after about five minutes of silence.

  "We met at a club; he was only supposed to be a one night stand, which was 5 months ago." She smiled a small smile. "He is not my normal type."

  I raised an eyebrow, questioningly.

  "Oh you know, I normally do not date..." her voice trailing off before she could finish her sentence, he hand finding my leg.

  I just nodded taking a sip of my drink, my mind going back to the first night I met Nathan. Her hand slowly moving up my thigh, until her fingers brushed my bare pussy. Breathing in, hoping she didn't think it was a signal to stop, I spread my legs a little farther apart. My mind racing, I had never been with a woman in this way, I liked men but this woman was turning me on like no other man ever had, perhaps it was because it was unknown territory but I was starting to question my sexuality.

  John and Nathan came back "you two look like you're getting along nicely" Nathan remarked.

  "That we are" Susie grinned.

  I choked on my drink as Susie's hand slipped closer to my pussy. "I need to go to the washroom, please excuse me." I smiled as I backed away from the table, standing and straightening my dress I walked to the back of the bar.

  Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe what I was letting happen, a million questions raced through my mind. Opening my purse looking for lipstick, I didn't notice the door open.

  "So, here we are... Alone... In the bathroom" the voice was husky but feminine.

  "Yes, we are." Was the only thing I could think of, as I turned around facing her.

  She bent down placing a kiss on my lips, her tongue running over my lips gently before pushing their way past, her hand running up my thigh pushing my dress up exposing my lower half. She pulled back slowly, licking down my neck placing small kisses on my collar bone, toward my breasts, my hands gripping the bathroom counter closing my eyes. Looking up at me she smiled before getting on her knees, pushing my legs apart, placing kisses on my thighs running her tongue slowly up my thighs to my pussy, running it over the lips before slowly pulling them apart. Moaning softly, closing my eyes getting lost in the moment. Gently sucking and blowing on my clit driving me crazy, slowly inserting one of her slim fingers into my w
aiting depth, moving it in and out slowly before putting in a second finger, he mouth never leaving my clit. Writhing back and forth on her face I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach, mumbling softly "I am going to cum" Susie groaned into me, holding onto me tightly as I came hard on her face, lapping up ever last drop of juice before pulling away smiling up at me.

  "You my dear, have the best tasting pussy I have ever tasted." Smiling she stood, kissing me hard on the lips letting me taste myself. "We should get back before those 2 think something is going on." Winking at me as she walked out of the baps letting me taste myself. "We should get back before those 2 think something is going on." Winking as she walked out of the bathroom.

  The End.

  The Shoot

  Two years ago I told my wife I wanted her to have sex with another man. Jenny's instant reaction was, "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

  I looked at her and said, "I understand, I do, but I thought I should tell you my fantasy –you know, in the sprit of openness."

  She stared at me for just a moment, and then the corner of her mouth pulled into half a smirk. "Well, next time we have sex I'll take that under consideration."

  For a couple of months, I let the thought sink in. I didn't want to push things too hard and ruin my fantasy, so the next time I brought it up, we were both a little tipsy. I had just enough courage to say something while we were playing in bed. We were kissing and both down to our underwear. I stopped kissing her and stared deep into her blue-green eyes.

  "I want you to close your eyes."

  "Why?"

  "Just do it."

  "Fine."

  She closed her eyes, and I moved my hands over her body in a way that was different then ever. While stroking her body, I positioned a different pressure on her skin, a different rhythm of stroking her skin, and a different way of breathing around her. Everything about the way I handled my lustful wife was different.