Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  Just then she seemed to notice something on her skirt.

  What? Was she just going to leave him like that? He was aching to come, was she really finished with him?

  Apparently she was, because she was now busy looking at a spot of oil on the waist of her skirt.

  "Well, that won't do," she said, as she removed the skirt and began sucking at the oil spot.

  He stared at her, now also nude from the waist down, as she apparently had not been wearing underwear. Her crotch bore the same freckles as her face, and the same orange hair as her head.

  He suddenly felt a strong urge to nibble at her pussy lips, but he was in unfamiliar territory and just stood there, baffled, watching her suck on her skirt.

  She finished the skirt and dropped it to the ground.

  "Of course, your pants!" she said, and turned around to where his pants lay on the floor. She could easily have just picked them up, but instead she got down on all fours and began sucking and licking at the jeans.

  Her ass stuck up into the air, and her legs were spread apart slightly, so that her full pussy was presented to him, lips parted and glistening with moisture.

  Well, shit, if that isn't an invitation...

  He got down behind her and buried his face between her ass cheeks. He sucked her labia into his mouth, first the outer, and then the inner lips. With his hands, he held her hips firmly in place.

  "Oh, my, you don't have to do that!"

  He stopped for a moment.

  "But, you certainly can if you want to, I suppose."

  With that, he let his tongue slide into her vagina, and he sucked gently at her juices. He pulled his tongue out and let it slide down to her clitoris, which he rolled around in circles between his tongue and lips. She began grinding and rocking into him, and he could hear her moans, muffled by the jeans which were still in her mouth.

  Just when he could feel her tension starting to build, she stood up, leaving him lying on the ground beneath her.

  She turned around to face him.

  "Well, I'm finished, but I must admit, I've become slightly horny now. Would you mind terribly if I used your shower?"

  "What, why?"

  "I would like to masturbate."

  "Uh, yeah that's fine I guess... I mean I don't have one of those shower heads with the massage attachments if that's what you're after. Wouldn't you rather just have sex?"

  "No," she said, not really making eye contact and removing her shirt, exposing her bouncing breasts and stiffened nipples.

  "I quite enjoy masturbating in the shower. Don't really need a fancy showerhead; fingers will do the trick nicely." She smiled down at him, holding up her hand and wiggling her fingers.

  "Suit yourself," he said. "I guess I'll just finish myself up out here then." Sounding more than a little disappointed, and still slightly confused.

  "If that's what you prefer." she said again, smiling at him as she strode to the shower and turned on the water.

  AS she walked away he admired her ass and began stroking himself. He could hear the slick sounds of her fingers beating a rhythm into her clit in the warm water of the shower. He could hear her breathing get quicker and heavier, quicker and heavier. Then the wet slap of fingers got louder, and he could hear her speed intensify until finally she uttered a load moan and stopped.

  He couldn't help feeling slightly jealous, as he still hadn't come yet.

  "Hey, I know you're busy over there, but do you think you could do me a big favour?" He heard her call from the shower.

  "What? Look, what are you playing at here anyway? What do you want from me?"

  "Pleeease..." she whined in a soft sweet voice, sounding both desperate and innocent.

  "It'll only take a second, I promise."

  "Oh, fuck, fine, what is it?"

  "Can you fetch my bag from downstairs, there's something in it I need."

  "Alright fine," he grumbled and went downstairs to get the bag. Once he had it though, he couldn't resist a peek. Inside were three more bottles of floor polish, a bottle of meds, and a handkerchief.

  He handed her the bag and she dug through it for a moment.

  "What, where is it?" She said after digging through the bag for a minute

  "What, what are you looking for?"

  "Oh, just my green dildo. I like to have something up my ass when I masturbate."

  "What?"

  "You know, for that extra sensation. I just don't feel as satisfied when I orgasm unless there's something up my ass. Say, your cock isn't busy at the moment is it? I mean, I know you were doing your thing over there and all. I wouldn't want to interrupt."

  "Oh, no, I don't mind at all. Why didn't you say so before?"

  "Alright, get in here then."

  He stepped in to the shower and she poured some oil onto his stiff and aching cock. She stroked it a few times to get it well lubed, and he shuddered from the sensation and the anticipation of more. Then she poured a little oil on her fingertips and reached back to grease her asshole. She spread her legs and leaned forward so that her ass stuck up in the air, and her lubed asshole puckered open slightly. She reached back and guided the head of his cock to her opening. She pressed back against him until she could feel his head pop through her hole. He pushed up into her until he felt her sphincter tighten around the base of his cock. She began to beat a rhythm again, laying her head back against his shoulder and moaning in satisfaction. He rocked his cock inside her to the beat of her fingers. His hands felt her luscious breasts, and gently squeezed her nipples between his thumb and fingers. He nibbled at her ears at first, and then as she picked up speed he sucked at the nape of her neck, and brought his hands down to her waist. He held her hips as she pounded her ass back against him, and he pounded his cock into her. He felt the inside of her ass get hotter around him as friction and arousal brought him ever closer to orgasm. Finally, she came, just as he was about to, and as she did her ass clenched tight around the base of his cock. He could feel his cock bulging inside her, and with each quiver of her orgasm, he could feel the tip of his cock swelling, burning, aching for release. His cum was ready to burst, but her ass was clenched too tight around him. He could only wait helplessly as wave after wave of orgasm rocked through her for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she came back down and he felt her relax. He held her hips firmly in place as his turn came, and he pumped her up and down on his cock, filling her ass with jet after jet of hot sperm.

  He trembled as his tender, spent cock slid out of her ass, and he slumped to the floor of the shower.

  His face was now level with her pussy again, as she was still standing.

  "Would you mind cleaning me up?" she asked, but before he could respond she pressed herself against his face, her lips level with his.

  He gave in, and began licking her lips clean, and sucking out her juices.

  When he finished, she stepped out of the shower and began drying off with one of his towels.

  "Wait, I don't even know who you are. Where are you going?" he said as she began putting her clothing back on.

  "I'm going out, and I told you, my name's Mary."

  With that, she grabbed her bag and left.

  The End.

  In Class Exercise

  When I first met Emma back in high school it was perfect, we didn't instantly cecum to each other's naked bodies but the attraction was there. I loved her amazing curves and well she often said if her and her long term boyfriend Gary broke up I would be the one she would come to for rebound sex, which Gary didn't mind I mean I think the main reason he stuck around for so long was because he expected to get a threesome outta the relationship. In our final year of high school Emma and Gary broke up, she caught him cheating on her with Slutterella, real name Ella Harrington she was heartbroken for weeks after. I was never expecting the rebound sex but when she pinned me down on her bed one night during a movie marathon sleep over I was a little shocked. It started off with her trying on new clothes she bought, changing in fron
t of me, and then she started playfully touching me, brushing my hair out of my eyes or touching my knee. But when she pushed me down onto her bed to watch the movie then curled up next to me it got strange, she picked a movie with a lot of sex scenes and nudity I almost thought it was a porno but when she told me she found her brothers porn collection and put one on that's when I actually figured out she was trying to seduce me. Now I didn't voice this for a while, I sat and watched the college girls strip each other's clothes off and fuck their brains out first but when it was almost over I turned to her and asked

  "So are you trying to turn me on?" which sure I had a million other things to say but I mean I was horny as fuck and that's all I could say. Well with one little giggle she threw herself on top of me ripped off my clothes and started touching and kissing and licking and caressing every inch of me.

  I didn't fight it, in fact Emma almost changed her mind but I encouraged her saying it wouldn't wreck our friendship which seemed to cause her to let go completely.

  After that everything changed we didn't get all weird around each other, in fact things got more intense we started sneaking off to make out in the bathrooms or under the stairs or touching each other at the back of the class rooms I think the thrill of being caught was driving it.

  After a month of sneaking around both of us started to get a little bored with the sneaking around but when we both seemed to enjoy the touching in class thing, the idea came to Emma during math.

  It was a lazy day we were both just sitting there not paying attention to the teacher when Emma slowly started rubbing my knee then slowly around the inside of my thigh and up to my wet underwear, it seemed just the slightest touch from her turned me on these days. Moving my hips towards her I waited to see what she was up to, and then she slid me a note.

  If I can make you cum without getting caught you owe me lunch ?

  I smiled at the note, my heart started pounding at the thought of the teacher or anyone in the room seeing this and I was a moaner, Emma always teased me that I couldn't keep my mouth shut when we were together. I moved the chair closer and opened myself up to her and slowly she teased me gently skimming me with her fingers and pulling at the elastic of my underwear and snapping at back against my skin, it heightened the excitement I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from letting out a little gasp. When she was satisfied with how wet and horny I was she put her fingers in her mouth sucked on them then slid them back into my underwear, opening up the lips of my vagina she caressed my clit, the gentle brush send shock through my body and I had to fight not to lose control. Gripping onto the desk my knees widened giving her more room to move. With one finger against my clit her hand moved faster rubbing in circles and up and down, she really was good at this, she always said she had amazing practice on herself. With three fingers she started applying pressure and an amazing wave of pleasure pulsed through my blood I had to squeeze my teeth together to make sure the moan I felt in the back of my throat wouldn't escape my lips, but I knew that's what Emma wanted but I wouldn't let her have it. I was in a state of please, the orgasm stopped building but the pleasure never died my eyes were in the back of my head my breathing was uneven and short I could feel my body sweating it was amazing. After 10 minutes of pleasure Emma did something with her fingers that caused the burning pleasure start to grow again but this time I couldn't hold back. The deep moan came from my throat loud enough for the room to hear, opening my eyes I scanned the room to see if anyone was looking.

  "Miss Peterson, what's going on at the back?" asked the teacher, he had stopped writing out the answers on the board and was watching me and so were a few others in the room.

  "Nothing sir the lights are giving me a head ach" I replied, my voice shaky.

  I watched as he went to the wall and turned the light off above me, his eyed flicked to Emma's hand between my legs and I thought he may have seen something, but nothing changed on his face and he went back to writing up the answers. Emma laughed to herself but didn't remove her hand at all, in fact the close call seemed to egg her on she moved closer to me and ran her fingers down and thrust them into me. Her thumb on my clit she quickly brought me to orgasm, just as the bell rang for the end of the lesson; I let the noise mask the long moan I needed to get out. For a second I thought she wasn't going to stop, everyone in the room was packing up to leave and I knew we would be seen if she didn't pull out but before I could force her hand away she moved it herself grabbed her stuff and left, but not before putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking them again. She flashed me a flirty smile which was so damn sexy I felt my entire body beg to grab her hold her down and have my way with her. Getting up I slowly walked to the door, but not before looking at Mr Fredrick before I left and he was watching me too, his eyes burning into me with a look saying I know what you just did and it scared me. I held his gaze for a few seconds, the heat burning in my cheeks became too much for me so I had to run from the room. I was running to my next class when Emma pulled me under the stair case leading to the art rooms, she didn't say anything but she pushed me against the wall lifted my leg and pressed her face into my cum covered vagina, with her tongue she cleaned me up kissed the lips then put my underwear back.

  "God you taste good" she whispered in her seductive tone I felt my body shiver.

  "Mmm" I leaned forward and licked her lips; they parted and pressed her tongue against mine. "I do taste good" we both giggled, out lips brushing together.

  "We should do that again" I said, turned on by the idea of having my way with Emma in the dark room during her photography class.

  "I was just thinking the same thing"

  That's when Emma came up with the idea, challenging each other with one rule don't get caught.

  The End.

  Working on a Saturday

  To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. Saturday morning and there I was in work, rather than enjoying a nice lie in before taking my wife and kid out for the day. Fucking stupid new computer system crashing on Friday afternoon meant I had to be there first thing on Saturday to try and sort it all out. My boss already had plans that she wouldn't change; clearly my own plans were of no concern to her, the bitch.

  I worked quickly and quietly, thinking that I would be the only one in. The quicker it was done, the quicker I could leave. I wasn't expecting anyone else to show up, which is why I was shocked when I heard footsteps entering the office.

  'Oh, hey John,' came the greeting as I turned and saw my colleague Kathryn (Kat to her friends) as she entered; she was clearly as shocked to see me as I was her.

  'Kat,' I replied, 'hey.' Just what I need, I thought as I took a quick glance at her clothes to check what she was wearing. Same as usual, ultra low-cut blouse to showcase those huge, straining tits of hers. She was voluptuous to say the very least; taking every opportunity to draw attention to the fact. She was a pretty girl with dyed red hair, which she wore in a straight bob; she was always made up, never without a deep, red lipstick to draw attention to her full lips. You would definitely describe her as chubby, but she carried it well and with confidence, always wiggling her full, round lips as she walked.

  'Ashley got you too huh?' She asked me, referring to our boss.

  'Yeah,' I replied, 'as if I had nothing better to do with my Saturday.'

  'I know huh?' She said as she sat down in her usual desk, opposite to my own in the open-plan office which we shared with two others.

  We made small talk for a few minutes and Kat made me a cup of tea, before we carried on with our business. Although I sat opposite to her, I tried not to talk to her too much through the week if I could avoid it; sure she was pretty, but she was also too loud, obnoxious and self-centred for my liking. I was grateful then, when she shut up and started working, allowing me to get on with my own business and steal the occasional glance across the office to ogle her gigantic tits. They really were mesmerising as they strained against the tight white material of her blouse, which must have been
at least a size too small for her; the buttons strained all the way down as her flesh fought to be free.

  I watched under her desk as she slipped her shoes off and wriggled her stockinged toes about in the air; she had nice, shapely feet for a big girl. I drifted off of my work for a few minutes and allowed myself to get lost in a few idle fantasies. I felt my cock swelling in my boxers as I stared across at her tits; she was leant forward, studying her computer screen, which allowed me a fantastic view right down her top; I thought about how nice it would be to grease them up and slide myself in between those huge jugs.

  'Right, that's it!' I heard Kat declare angrily, 'I have not come here on my fucking weekend to be ogled all day.' I looked up guiltily and realised quickly that her anger was directed my way. 'All you've done for the past ten minutes is stare at my tits with a stupid look on your face. Have you ever even heard of sexual harassment?'

  'Now Kat, I wouldn't go that far,' I said, defending myself against such preposterous claims.

  'Oh wouldn't you? Well what would you call shamelessly staring at my tits then?'

  'For fuck's sake Kat,' I replied, trying to get a word in edge ways.

  'For fuck's sake what? Am I supposed to just sit here and allow you to think about god only knows what while you blatantly perve at me?'

  'Shut the fuck up!' I replied, allowing my own anger and frustration to boil up now, 'who the fuck do you think you are? It's obvious that you like men to stare at your tits; why else would you wear such ridiculously revealing tops?'

  'How dare you!' She shouted back at me, 'I'm in a happy, committed relationship; I dress however I want to dress for work, it's not for you to judge.'