Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  I glance down so I can see it. I can't help but rub a little harder and a little quicker as I do so. I never really realized before what a turn on it was to see you fully clothed and turned on, even more so while I'm stroking you. I bite back another grin, breathing a little deeper myself. I can feel my own panties starting to dampen as my vagina tightens. I look into your face, still in profile and see that you are no longer watching the game. Your eyes are shut. I reach across with my free left hand and take your right hand in it. Without losing pace I place your hand at the base of your cock and motion you to start with me. You easily join and I remove my own hands. I want to watch you stroking yourself over top of your jeans, and the cotton boxers I know you're wearing.

  I'm nearly drooling at the sight of the bulge beneath your pants now. I've started rocking in my seat, pushing my hips forward and clenching my ass together, letting my pussy get a little stimulation from the movement. I refuse to touch myself, I don't want any distractions from your show. You are now moaning and grunting just a little under your breath. Your thumb and fingers expertly running up and down your length, no longer just rubbing the top of your cock but now jerking off. A small spot of pre-cum appears half-way down your thigh where the head of your penis lies as you pull upward. I've never seen anything quite as sexy before. I want more.

  But then suddenly you stop. You take a deep breath in through your nose, licking your lips. You wipe the palms of your hands (sweaty I guess)on either one of your knees.

  "I can't keep this up Babe," you say, looking at me, "I'll cum if I do."

  "What's wrong with that," I ask, a little pout in my voice.

  "You want me to whip it out right here for you?" You have a sarcastic edge to your voice.

  "No, I suppose not," I shrug, sitting back. I don't plan to give up but I can wait a minute, until I think up a plan. The heat between my own legs is almost uncomfortable now. I can't help but discreetly run a fingertip along my own denim inseam. It's damp. Without giving it much thought, I sniff the musty aroma after. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you watching me. I turn toward you, a soft smile on my face. You lower your gaze back toward your cock. Suddenly I don't need a plan, I've inadvertently changed your mind. I can see your cock pulsing now.

  You reach down to undo your belt, or maybe your zipper, but I stop you. Without a single word, I press my fingertip into the wet spot your pre-cum left and lift it to my lips. Then I begin stroking you through your jeans again. You seem a little confused but in too much pleasure to argue you lean back and let me have my way. You likely think I'll free you from your confines soon enough. You're very wrong.

  I increase my pressure and speed simultaneously. Your hips have begun to rock now too and your jaw twitches with increased pleasure. I lean forward for a better angle and grip your balls, squeezing them gently and rolling them in my grasp. You let out a very audible grunt as I do so. In my excitement, I push further. I have to switch seats to the far side of you so I can undo your fly and reach inside your pants. My fingers are met with the soft, warm fabric of your cotton boxers. They feel a little damp with heat. Now I can watch as my whole hand grasps your cock from beneath the confines of your jeans and continues jerking you off. My fist pumps away and every so often I pull back on the stroke, rubbing the head of your cock against your jeans and pulling the cotton fabric tight over top. It's melodic to hear your groan of pleasure each time.

  My pussy is pulsating with excitement now. I have to cross my legs just to keep in check. The rest of the ballpark and the game itself have become background music. Another spot of pre-cum works it's way through the denim. I lick my lips. Then your hand is on my wrist, and you're begging me to stop and pull you from your entrapment. You want me to suck you off.

  Normally I would love to put your rock-hard, juicy cock in my waiting mouth but today feels different. For some reason I have a desperate need to see you shoot your load right here in the stands, in your pants. I want to push you until you can take no more and watch your cum shoot out through the fabric of your boxers and seep its way down your pant leg. I've never felt an urge like this before but the desire for it is unmistakeable and overwhelming.

  "I can't suck you today, Babe," I say, somewhat breathless, "I want to watch it."

  "Okay," you sound a little desperate yourself, "okay! Just pull it out and you can see all of it. I'm going to cum just for you...God Babe, I'm going to cum!"

  I bite my lip harder. If I wasn't so incredibly turned on at the thought of seeing that giant wet spot on your leg, I'd follow your request but something in me just can't obey. I ignore your pleading.

  "Do you like how the fabric feels?" I ask. "Is it good?"

  "Oh God, it's fucking awesome," you breath, squeezing your eyes shut tight, wincing against the urge to let go.

  "How good is it?" I ask, prodding you.

  "It's the best damn thing I've ever felt," you pant, "I can't tell you. It feels so good with you jerking me off."

  "Good," I try to sound reassuring, "because I'm not going to pull it out Babe."

  I watch your reaction. You're right on the brink now. Your grasping the arm of your seat with one hand, your other clutching the middle of your shirt. Your hips are now squirming wildly in your chair and your head is leaned right back but a look of panic crosses your face as you hear my words.

  You can hardly look in my direction but in between breaths you open your eyes and glance toward me.

  "What are you talking about? I need you to pull it out. I'm going to cum!" You're struggling to keep your voice low. Even as you say the words, you're reaching for your belt.

  I use my free hand to stop you, placing it over top of the one working on your belt. You keep working for a moment but you're so close to orgasm now that it's difficult for you to concentrate and you give up without a fight.

  "shh," I murmur, "isn't that cotton nice? I can tell you have a big load in there for me."

  "I do," you grunt.

  "I want to see it Babe," I say, "I want to watch you soak those jeans in cum for me." I'm now stroking you with my right hand and simultaneously rubbing my own crotch lightly with my left. I've never been more grateful to be in the nose bleed section.

  I continue rubbing your shaft, sliding your cotton boxers up and down. I can feel the heat from the friction and use my free hand to gently pull down on your balls again from outside your jeans. You grunt again. I can tell your close, I can feel the veins of your cock pulsing beneath my fingers and the skin is so tight now. I stroke as fast and hard as I can, listening for your reactions. Your breathing is increasing. You can't sit still at all anymore. With one final stroke, I pull down again on your balls and stroke forward, pressing the head of your cock tightly into the cotton of your boxers, and consequently also into the stiffer fabric of your jeans. That is all it takes.

  In a wild eruption you lurch forward, your cum shooting out, not just soaking through your boxers and jeans but bursting through before weeping into a dark circle. I stroke gently while you empty your load right into your pants. I can feel my own juices dripping slightly down my inner thigh. I've never been so turned on in my life. You cum in three large spurts. Both an impressive and obvious amount. When I have finished milking it from you I slowly remove my hand. You are breathless when you lean back. Your legs are spread and you turn your face lazily toward me.

  I wait for you to say something but words are still beyond you. I have the urge to celebrate what you've done, so I lean forward, sticking my fingers in the wettest spot, right where your semen first appeared, and where it maintains it's thick, creamy white. I scoop the blob up with two fingers and place them in my mouth.

  Your gaze travels to where they were on your jeans. You look satisfied as you feel the wetness with your own fingers. Your face lulls back towards mine. I smile, I can't help it. The loudspeaker blares music as the innings change over. Somehow the 6th inning seemed to fly by.

  "You were right," I giggle.

  "Hmm?"

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nbsp; "It was easier to catch balls up here," I laugh.

  The End.

  Kitten

  I was having a short nap on my favorite pillow when my Master finally came home. I lifted my head and eyed him stepping through the doorway before deciding to leave the safety of the couch to meet him. I had been lying in the afternoon sun most of the day so when I stepped out of it to welcome my Master home, my skin chilled uncomfortably. I felt my nipples harden from the sudden, unwelcome cool air of the room. I didn't have to glance down to know they were showing through my shirt but I did anyway, out of habit. They always looked to me like little pencil erasers, especially the color - salmon pink. I stopped in front of my Master to welcome him back with an excited "weebus" and a hug. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and I felt his warm arm wrap around me and his hand pet my hair and soft kitten ears. My ears twitched slightly from his touch - it tickled a little. I stood on my tiptoes and gave his cheek a small kitty lick to show my appreciation.

  When I was satisfied that he wasn't going to be leaving me again anytime soon, I broke my hug and followed him into the dining room. He sat and I brought him the meal I had prepared for him, still warm. Once I had set it in front of him, I sat down on the clean floor beside him to lay my head in his lap. Having already had my favorite jelly sandwich and lots of milk, I enjoyed being close to my Master. My tail swayed calmly and I traced lines with my finger on his thigh while he ate his supper.

  When he was done eating, I stood and took the dishes into the kitchen so I could wash them. After having done that, I followed the sound of the television to the living room and sat beside him on the couch, once more laying my head in his lap. He had changed into a light shirt and boxers while I was in the kitchen. After watching the t.v. with him for a few minutes, I became bored and directed my attention to the front of his boxers, beside where I laid my head. I had been a little horny all day so I wanted to try to entice him as much as I could.

  I wasn't sure how I could entice him while still seeming innocent so I lightly fingered the material at the hem of his boxers, my fingers brushing against his skin occasionally. I stopped. He must have noticed me because he laid his hand on my side, just below my breast. When I felt satisfied that he wasn't going to chastise me for it, I pulled the hem up a little and lightly rubbed my fingertips against his thigh. He made no movement.

  Abandoning the skin just under the hem, I let my fingers wander to brush against the material beside where I thought his cock might be.

  At this, he spoke, "What are you doing, kitten?"

  "What do you mean, Master?" I asked in what I hoped was an innocent tone.

  "You know what I'm referring to," he said persistently.

  "I have no idea what you're talking about."

  "I see what you're doing," he laughed lightly.

  "You're crazy!" I countered playfully. That said, I continued to play with the material.

  I could still feel his hand on my side. Spontaneously, I took his hand in mine and brought it to my breast. With my hand over his, I pressed his hand against me. The nipple was already hard. I left his hand there to rub the skin just beside his cock through the fabric. His hand remained still on me. My fingers ventured further until I felt him underneath my hand. I used a single finger to rub him through the material and I felt his fingers lightly brushing against my nipple. He became harder as I continued feeling him.

  I lifted my head so that I could pull the band of his boxers down far enough to be able to slip my hand in. I let my fingers travel the skin of his thigh and pelvis before finding his dick again. By this time, he had hardened considerably for me. I slid my fingers up the shaft before finally settling to circle the tip of his head with two of my fingers. I felt him squeeze and gently twist my hard nipple. Faltering, I slid my fingers back down his shaft again to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. My hand wrapped tight around his dick, I slowly slid my hand up to the head of his cock, and back down to the base again. I did this a few more times before feeling the urge to taste him.

  "Master." I wanted his attention.

  "Yes, kitten?" he obliged.

  "Can I...?" I moved my hand to clutch the waist of his boxers.

  "Can you what?"

  "I want to take them off," I said shyly.

  He lifted his hips enough for me to slide the annoying boxers off of him so I could get at what I wanted. He removed his hand from my breast and I turned so that I was on my hands and knees, my mouth just inches from his dick. Dropping onto my forearm, I used my right hand to steady him and tentatively licked the head of his cock once. I thought for a moment before licking him again. I liked how he tasted.

  Slipping the head into my mouth, I alternated between swirling my tongue around on his sensitive skin and sucking on it, which gave me more of the saltiness I craved. Wanting more of him in my mouth, I lowered my head on him until I felt the head rub against the back of my throat. I paused there and licked the underside of his cock less than gently with my tongue. My hand wandered to cup and play with his balls. I wasn't sure if I would be able to get the rest in but I wanted to make my Master happy with me.

  Slowly, I continued lowering my head until most of him was in my mouth, and the rest down my throat. I lifted my head off him enough to breathe, then slid back down on him again. I couldn't get enough of his cock. I slipped him out of my mouth again and licked up the shaft to circle the head with my tongue again before shoving him back in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick for a while longer while I rubbed his balls between my fingers and then sucked on just the head of him.

  "Kitten," he managed to say. He moved his hand up from where it had been on my shoulder to rest in my hair.

  "Yes, Master?" I looked up at him and asked after lifting my mouth off his cock.

  "Stand up and take everything off for me."

  Obediently, I stood from my place on the couch. I started by slowly lifting my shirt, my fingers brushing against the skin of my taut tummy and navel, over my full breasts and excited pink nipples, and finally over my head. I paused for a moment to run my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, stopping momentarily to tease my little nipples before I turned and hooked my fingers on the sides of my shorts. Bending over, I pulled both them and my panties down at the same time and pushed my tail aside so my Master could see my wet, hairless pussy from where he still sat. When I turned to face him once more, he stood and removed his shirt, then roughly took me by the arm to the arm of the couch.

  "Bend over," he instructed me.

  I remained still. I was becoming nervous - he hadn't taken my virginity yet. Was he planning on it now?

  He repeated himself, "Bend over it."

  His patience was wearing thin and I was afraid to make him angry with me so, reluctantly, I bent over the arm of the couch, my forearms resting on it. He moved close enough to me that I felt his hard cock against my ass and his hands held onto my hips.

  "Move your tail out of the way."

  "Yes, Master," I said anxiously.

  I took my soft tail and held it to my chest, between my breasts. My breathing was shallow, quick. I couldn't tell if it was because I was nervous or because I was so horny. It made me feel so helpless to be bent over this way, open to him, and I couldn't resist it.

  Slowly, he began rubbing the head of his dick between my wet pussy lips. Occasionally, it brushed over my clit. I couldn't keep myself from breathing heavily, gasping, and trying to push myself onto his cock. When I tried to get him to slide into me, he moved his cock so I couldn't get it in. He took my hair in his hand and pulled on it so my back arched.

  "Beg me to fuck you," he said in my ear.

  "Master..please fuck me."

  "You'll have to do better than that," he said, wrapping his arm across my stomach, just underneath my breasts.

  "Please, I need your big cock inside my virgin pussy. Please fuck me, Master," I gasped breathlessly.

  At this, he forced all of his length into me at once and I g
asped sharply. My pussy felt sensitive, and sore, and filled all at once - I loved it. Still holding onto my hair, he slid his dick out of me, and shoved it back in again. I couldn't keep myself from moaning. I couldn't believe I was being fucked; it felt so much more filling than I had expected, stretched around him, almost. What I liked most were the noises we were making like this; the wet, slapping noise of his cock sliding in my tight pussy and his balls hitting against me.

  Before long, I could feel myself beginning to tense up and I pushed myself back on his cock, urging him to fuck me harder, faster. I could hardly think anymore; all I knew is that I desperately wanted him to keep fucking me. He kept sliding his cock inside me faster until he groaned and I suddenly felt warm inside. The thought that I could make him cum sent me over the edge too. My pussy squeezed down on his cock and I couldn't keep myself quiet, it felt too good.

  When both of our orgasms had finally settled, he slowly pulled his cock out of me and I felt some of his cum begin to slide down my leg. He let go of my hair and stepped back so I could turn around to face him. I looked up at him and he kissed me.

  "It's time for us to take a shower, kitten," he said before turning to walk away.

  Eagerly, I followed after him, my ears perked and my tail swinging excitedly. I hoped it would be like this every night from now on!

  The End.

  Olsen Twin Magic

  The knock came at the door and the male voice from the other side.

  "Twenty minutes girls."

  They knew they had to be quick. The Olsen twins (Ashley and Mary-Kate) were in their dressing room on the set of their new movie called Twin Magic. The 25 year old twins are by far the most popular twins in the world as well as the richest. Although they were in their dressing room they were hardly dressed. Mary-Kate was laying on the couch almost naked with nothing on but her red panties pulled aside as Ashley's tongue lapped away at her tight pussy. Ashley had nothing on but a small baby blue and navy blue t-shirt pulled up over her small pert breasts Mary-Kate's hands squeezed and groped her tiny B cup breasts and pinched her nipples as her sister's tongue continued to work it's way deeper inside her.