Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

And then it happened. She woke up early Sunday morning to a knock at the door. She staggered out of bed and across the floor of her efficiency apartment, still so groggy from a long Saturday night of working tables that thoughts of brainwashed slavegirls hadn't even entered her head yet. She was so exhausted from just a couple hours' sleep that she barely had the presence of mind to drape a sheet around her body as she looked through the peephole...and there she was. Jillian. Carrying a small overnight bag that no doubt held clothing and possessions, dressed in a lavender mini-skirt that accentuated her long, slender legs, wearing a matching top that gathered her cleavage into an inviting, enticing nest... Sylvia fumbled with the chain, her hands shaking to the point where it took her almost a full minute to unlock the door and let the other girl in.

  Jillian looked at her for a long moment, her bright blue eyes ever-so-slightly glassy in a way that made Sylvia's pussy tingle like it had been rubbed with tiger balm. "I am Yours," she said at last, in a tone of child-like astonishment.

  Sylvia grabbed her arm and pulled her into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. As soon as the door was closed, she let the sheet fall off of her body. "Oh, god," she said. Suddenly, confronted with the nearness of the other girl, she didn't even know where to start. "I...I, clothes, take off...take off your clothes," she whispered, knowing she was babbling but not able to stop herself. "Please." The word slipped out, but she knew she didn't have to say it. Jillian would do anything she asked. Anything at all, oh god oh fuck oh motherfucker...

  Jillian dropped the bag by the door and slipped off her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was perfectly shaven, lightly oiled and glistening in the dim light of the apartment. Sylvia couldn't look away from it. Her mouth watered. But somehow, the sheer absolute wealth of depraved possibilities froze her in place as Jillian slipped off her top and unsnapped her bra, letting those gigantic, beautiful tits free to sway ever so slightly with each motion of Jillian's body. "Do I please You, Mistress?" she asked.

  Sylvia didn't speak. She just answered with a low growl, pulling Jillian across the room, over to the bed, and then down on top of her as she did exactly what she'd been dreaming about for months now, burying her face in Jillian's perfect titties and sucking and licking at the smooth, warm flesh, inhaling the scent of it, letting her hands roam all over that soft, perfect body while tasting and seeing and feeling those breasts against her face.

  Jillian's hands roamed too. They found Sylvia's pussy, slipped into her wet cunt and thrust in and out, rubbing against her clit and suddenly she was over the edge before she even knew it, the ascent to orgasm so rapid she almost wasn't even aware she was cumming until the orgasm was over. It didn't sate her, it just whetted her appetite for more. She reached under the bed, pulled out the box of sex toys she'd been hoarding. "Use the vibrator," she whispered, her words slightly muffled by titflesh. "F-f-fuck me..." She spoke in a shivery gasp now, overwhelmed by the absolute pleasure of fantasies come true in every detail. "Jillian, fuck me..."

  It was even better than she'd imagined when Jillian whispered back, "Yes, Mistress."

  The dildo slipped into her slick pussy without even needing to be lubed up; she'd never been so wet, never been so hot and needy. Jillian fulfilled every one of her needs, though, never even hesitating as she worked the fake cock in and out of Sylvia's snatch. She played with the settings, expertly increasing the buzzing tingles and finding just the angle to send Sylvia into orgasm again. This time it lasted even longer; Jillian drew out the pleasure and sent Sylvia skimming along an erotic plateau for what felt like hours. She came down shaking, sweating, gasping for air but still not sated.

  "Lick me," she panted out, hearing the tremor in her voice and loving it. She'd never been fucked this well, not by any of the girls she'd ever been with, and oh, Jillian's tongue was perfect, and when she looked down and saw those eyes looking up at her, meek and obedient and glazed with the pleasure of being a slavegirl, it hammered home another orgasm and god, she just wanted to keep going forever, keep fucking and licking and...and...she came again, her back arching as Jillian dragged another moan of ecstasy out of her.

  "e...enough..." she finally sighed out, her body wrung out from so much pleasure, so fast. How many times had she come? How much sleep had she gotten? Sylvia suddenly felt every kind of exhausted. So many fantasies...but there would be nothing but time. Jillian was hers. Forever.

  The thought wrapped around her like a warm blanket as she sank into sleep.

  *****

  The light woke her up.

  It was practically blinding. Even as she tried to open her eyes to figure out what was going on, its intensity drove them back shut. That wasn't enough to keep it out, though. It pounded straight through her eyelids, flashing strobes of red and blue and green in a dizzying, endless pattern.

  Sylvia flailed around in confusion for a moment, her mind utterly overwhelmed by the sudden transition from sleeping to waking, but she couldn't figure out where the light was coming from. It seemed to be everywhere, all around her in a blinding profusion of color. Something about it seemed to draw her eyes, sending them moving underneath her eyelids to follow the patterns as they danced and swirled before her.

  Her hazy, sleep-muddled mind tried to process the situation. How long had she slept? When did she...she tried to blink the exhaustion away, but opening her eyes even a tiny bit hurt, so she kept them closed. She realized she could hear soft tones in her ears, ascending and descending in time with the dizzying lights to complement the disorienting swirl of color.

  Her eyes flicked back and forth now, following the patterns as they blazed in front of her. Dimly, she realized that something was wrong, and she tried for a moment to hold her eyes still and stare straight ahead, but she was so tired, her body exhausted from pleasure and her mind wrung out and dopey with free-floating endorphins, and the patterns changed as the lights focused right between her eyes, making her stare cross-eyed right in front of her in a way that made her so dizzy and confused...

  "That's right," Jillian said, her husky voice carrying over the musical tones that the earbuds in Sylvia's ears were playing. "Just relax. Just relax, and let go."

  "Wha...?" Sylvia was surprised at how muzzy and dazed her own voice sounded. It was all so abrupt, so sudden, and she tried to figure out exactly when she'd lost track of what was going on and how she'd suddenly gotten so hazy and confused but the patterns of light were spiraling out into an endless tunnel that drew her gaze deeper and deeper into it, and the sensation was so intense and so jarring to Sylvia's sleep-fogged mind that she couldn't quite seem to wake up at all. She just sort of felt herself drift back down into near-sleep, feeling passive and helpless as she let the lights direct her vision through her closed eyes and listened to the tones and Jillian's wonderful, sexy voice.

  "Relax and let go, Sylvia. Relax and obey. Relax and give in to Madame Isabelle." Sylvia raised an arm that felt kitten-weak, feeling again for the source of the blinding, dizzying lights that pounded away at her mind, battering it down into empty, docile submission. She touched her own face, feeling smooth plastic goggles over her eyes, but then she felt Jillian take her hand firmly and place it back at her side. Somehow, she didn't seem to have the strength to lift it again.

  "All you want to do now is obey Madame Isabelle," Jillian purred out as she stroked Sylvia's skin. Sylvia arched into Jillian's touch, the ghostly memories of overwhelming pleasure sensitizing her flesh and distracting her from the way the light seemed to be pressing her down into the bed now, seeming to form a solid wall of strobing colors that held her in place for Jillian to caress. Sylvia tried to speak, but all that came out was a kittenish mewl.

  "Just feel Madame Isabelle's will stroking your thoughts away, Sylvia," Jillian said as her fingers found those same secret places again and sent tingles of pleasure through Sylvia's increasingly empty mind. "Madame Isabelle knows best for you. Madame Isabelle will think for you. Obedience is pleasure, Sylvia. You want to obey."
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br />   Sylvia felt hands on her nipples, but all she saw was light, spinning and strobing and melting away her thoughts like ice under a blowtorch. She nodded absently at Jillian's words. The thought of resistance never even crossed her mind. It never had the chance to take root, so sudden and powerful was the hammering of light and sound against her sleepy brain. She sighed gently, her mind shifting easily and effortlessly from sleep to obedient trance.

  "Obedience is pleasure, Sylvia. Repeat."

  "Obedience is pleasure," Sylvia husked out, a caress rewarding her words.

  "Obedience is pleasure."

  "Obedience is pleasure." The words echoed in the emptiness of her head.

  "Obedience is pleasure."

  "Obedience is pleasure." Sylvia tried to wonder how many times she'd said the words. The lights crumbled the question into fragments.

  "Obedience is pleasure."

  "Obedience is pleasure." And there was so much pleasure to be had. Sylvia's whole body seemed to thrum with bliss as she sank further and further into Jillian's words, understanding that Jillian herself was just a vessel for Madame Isabelle's instructions. It was Madame Isabelle they both obeyed. It was Madame Isabelle from whom all pleasure flowed. It was Madame Isabelle who was their Mistress.

  Sylvia didn't know how long Jillian programmed her, how long she drifted in the dizzying light before Jillian finally removed the goggles and guided her to the computer. It didn't matter, not really. Jillian took as long as she needed to take to break Sylvia's will completely. That was good. It was right. Sylvia was Madame Isabelle's slave. She wasn't supposed to have free will.

  It took a few minutes for Jillian to hook up the webcamera so that Madame Isabelle could see her new slave. But it was worth the wait to hear Madame Isabelle's voice over the speakers, saying She was very pleased with Sylvia. Just hearing those words wracked Sylvia's body with a glorious orgasm, one so intense she swooned in her chair. Madame Isabelle was pleased with her. The notion gave her a warm glow all over.

  Sylvia knew she had one last thing to do before she signed off the computer and prepared to enter Madame Isabelle's service. She logged onto oBey again, and clicked on links until she found Madame Isabelle's profile. She clicked on the 'Leave Feedback' button, and then, shuddering in devotion, Sylvia added her praise to that of all the others who had helped to give Madame Isabelle the perfect rating She so richly deserved.

  The End.

  Tropical Tutor

  Friends in fine places definitely could make a young man's life suddenly rich and exotic. John, who decided to take a break after completing his bachelor's degree, was bound for a jet-setter, five-star tropical paradise. And, while many rich people would be passing through, John was there to work and perhaps discover a few things about what the fine life was all about.

  With plans to pursue his master's in financial law, he reasoned one day he may return to this sensuous lagoon and let others haul his bags.

  Having graduated high school ahead of schedule at age 16, and his BS in economics, John was still a fresh faced "teenager" at age 19. For all his intelligence and maturity though, John lacked in one area.

  His parents instilled in him the intent to "save himself" for the right young lady. His mom, Hope, said once he completed law school and joined a firm, women would line up to compete for his affections, and he certainly wouldn't want to waste himself on the wrong woman. His dad, John Sr., who was partially to thank for this Caribbean sojourn advised him before he caught his flight to Miami, "John, the right one might visit your resort ... and she might not be someone you'll ever marry. She might be the one you remember fondly when you get to be my age."

  So, although he was sexually naive, that conversation caused quite a stirring inside. As his travels progressed, he found himself fantasizing about the flight attendant, other passengers, even women who worked at restaurants in the airport. With those thoughts, his cock spent most of the day stiff and needful of attention.

  To hide his thoughts, and more importantly the physical reaction, he'd stuff a hand in the pocket of his cargo shorts to diminish the otherwise obvious lump that twitched there.

  Had the opportunity arose, as his dick had, most young men would have taken the first private moment to masturbate. John, however, had a disciplined and focused mind. After all, not just anyone can complete a college degree by the time most high school graduates are finally getting to their higher education.

  One passenger certainly caught his eye, a blonde woman who looked to be in her late 20s, golden brown skin that contrasted nicely with her lustrous mane of thick silky hair and entrancing aquamarine eyes. Though he was no expert on female anatomy, he figured she had to be a 36D-23-34. Whatever her measurements though, she was a dream package. John stole glances her way noting the length of her legs and a bountiful rack. He noticed a couple times her loose blouse would open revealing the deep valley between two luscious breasts. Once the blonde got up, presumably to use the restroom, and John was treated to the shapeliest ass he'd ever laid eyes on. This fox was truly a work of art, but there was one problem.

  While he peeked now and then, and could readily conjure up thoughts of what he would do to her, those images were vague and rather unspecific. He was embarrassed to admit she scared him, because he wouldn't know the first thing to say or do to get her attention, let alone get in her panties.

  Was she the one?

  For her part, Macy was headed to the Coral Bay Golf and Tennis Resort to take a much needed break from work in the Big Apple. She was looking forward to joining her husband, Peter, a successful real estate developer, who left a few days earlier to play a little golf with some business associates. The couple normally took some time in early spring to get away from the still gloomy New York weather.

  Although her mind was already settling in to the white sandy beaches and soaking up the sun, she became aware of the sexy young man whom she noticed kept looking at her in that lustful way inexperienced young men so often did. Must be around 20, maybe younger. Jet black hair that made his green eyes almost appear on-fire; she also noted his white-toothed smile and strong jawline. At what she guessed about 6'1" and 190 pounds he was solid, tasty piece of masculine meat. She realized this hot stud represented one of her hottest fantasies: to seduce and fuck a young man, perhaps even be his first and last sex tutor. Probably his last, she reasoned feeling confident in her experience and abilities between the sheets.

  These thoughts caused her tongue to glide over her lips as she dreamed of licking his ruddy helmet then sucking his cock into her throat. He looked like someone who was going somewhere in life, and if she wasn't married, she'd be intrigued to find out where.

  They never actually talked on the flight or made introductions, but later at the baggage claim area, John helped her get her large suitcase off the conveyor. She gave him a sweet smile and thanked him for being a gentleman. But that was all and soon she was off to the resort, unaware that the young man was headed there too in one of the nondescript vans that picked up resort employees.

  The driver dropped Macy off in front of the bungalow she and her husband would reside in for the next 14 days. No sooner had she opened the door than Peter wrapped his arms around her and ravished his sexy wife.

  "Welcome to Jamaica babe, I hope you brought something tasty for me, because I've missed you," he said, with a sudden overwhelming desire to fuck his wife silly.

  Macy squealed in delight, reaching up to kiss him and give herself to his pawing hands.

  The first day they toured the island and hit some of the popular tourist areas. Both clearly would have been fine staying in the room and having sex, but Macy did want to see a bit of the island, and if she were to fulfill her fantasy and fuck some young man, that might be the only thing she would do for the rest of her stay ... well, except she might share him with Peter.

  The two believed they had the best marriage in that they didn't hide anything from each other, their personalities complemented one another and of course
, the sex was great. And, they didn't keep that sex in-house, as neither was forbidden from satiating his or her lusts with another person when the opportunity arose. Peter had already seduced a lovely German cleaning lady, and when Macy arrived, they took turns bringing Karin to orgasm whenever she stopped by to clean their unit. Karin laughed and said it was the best tip she ever got.

  Born with a nature to flaunt her beauty, maturity turned this into a desire to show off her considerable sexual charms, including her 36DD tits (John was close, but not quite on the mark!). For someone who already craved sex, Macy's libido escalated still further when Peter showed her the swimsuits he bought for her to wear. He made sure she complied taking her already skimpy bikinis and slicing them into ribbons as soon as she unpacked.

  Even Macy was a bit hesitant to wear one of the micro-kinis down to the beach that morning, but Peter stroked her ego and reminded her the people they would meet were strangers and they likely would never see them again. Staring at the wispy suits her mind began to imagine strutting across the beach showing other women what a voluptuous body she had while driving all the men crazy. The thong included a mere string that disappeared up the crack of her ass and a narrow panel just broad enough to cover her already moist cleft. The top offered little more with only two tiny panels that barely covered her now erect and very sensitive nipples.

  Suddenly Macy didn't want to go show off to the world, her hand began to massage her husband's cock as she suggested he fuck her senseless in the sexiest voice. If it wasn't for his resolve to parade her around on the beach, and also to stroke his own ego when men realized she was his fuck toy ... if it wasn't for that he would have gladly eased the burning in his groin and shoved his cock deep in her hot, tight box.

  But, Peter had other ideas.

  There would be a time and place to fuck his wife, but it wasn't indoors ...

  The couple walked about a quarter mile to where a beach was laid out with nearly every imaginable adult toy to entertain the wealthy guests. An emerald green putting green half surrounded by white sand bunkers nudged the edge of the beach enclave. A foursome of men on the green all missed their putts as Macy pranced past in a pair of colorful high heels that only added to the lascivious thoughts each envisioned visiting upon this slutty looking woman. Golf diminished in importance and none seemed to mind at all. In fact, after she'd disappeared from view it took the group behind them yelling at them to clear the green to remind them they were playing golf.