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storiesfromfpc · 6 years ago

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He drew away, leaving her dangling on the edge. He stood there a long moment, his breaths coming just as harshly as hers. The he positioned himself between her legs, pulling her ankles up so he could have full control of her cunt.

Her eyes widened, excitement bursting in her blue-gray depths. He pushed her legs even father up until they were doubled against her body, her knees spread wide. He didn't wait. Didn't prolong the agony. Making sure the slit in her panties was parted, he pushed hard and deep on the first thrust, instantly filling her to the hilt.

She let out a cry. Her pussy swallowed him up in a heated rush that had him baring his teeth as he fought to maintain control. He knew couldn't do this long so he thrust rapidly, working them both into a frenzy. Deep. Hard. Just as he'd soon do in her ass.

When he felt her quiver more urgently around him, he began to pump into her harder. "Cum for me, my little whore. Cum for Daddy." An orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave, harder each time, until he felt her muscles clenching around his cock, filling her cunt with his seed as he came as well. Then he withdrew , still holding onto her ankles with both hands.

"We're not done here yet." He let go of one leg, hastily tearing away the silky panties he'd just fucked her in, and taking the time to untie her wrists. He wanted her ass, and as sexy as the lingerie was, there was only one slit and that gave him access to her pussy. He slid his hands underneath her bare ass, pushing upward so her ass was presented.

Her eyes widened and she realized he meant to take her this way. Usually, when he fucked her ass, she was on her hands and knees. But this way, she was a lot more vulnerable. "Wait," she said. That was the last straw for him. He looked over at the panties he'd just torn off of her, soaked from both of their orgasms. "I told you next time I would make sure you couldn't take back. Open your mouth."

She did as instructed, a look of shock washing over her fact as she realized he intended to use her panties to fill her mouth, and not a true gag.

Completely open to him, her legs hiked high in the air, her ass curved upward read for him to drive in, he guided his cock to her ass, taking only a moment to reach for the lubricant. "I'm not using much this time. I want you to feel it. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel me pushing inside you." He removed the makeshift gag. "Do you understand me little girl? This is for me, not you."

Her breath hiccupped over her lips, "Yes Sir." She licked them in anticipation and he damn near lost it on the spot. His jaw clenched, he hastily applied lubricant to his straining refection and then tossed the bottle aside as he positioned himself The minute he lodged the head against her opening, he removed his hand from her rear and wrapped it around her ankle so both hand were holding her, spreading her wide for his invasion.

He pushed din, not hesitating. She opened for him, her eyes growing wider as he stretched to accommodate him.

"That's it, babygirl," he said in in an approving tone. "Let me in. I'm going to fuck you hard until we both cum. I want you to use your hand because I'm going to be holding your legs the entire time I'm fucking you. Do not cum until I tell you to. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir," she replied in a dreamy voice.

She slipped one hand between her thighs and over her clit, emitting a moan when she stroked.

Using that moment of inattention, when she was focused on her own pleasure, he surged forward, opening her in one ruthless thrust. She bucked upward, her cry splintering the air.

He was balls deep, pressed against her ass, straining to get deeper still.

"Oh well," he groaned. "I'm not going to last long. You need to get there because I'm going hard, and I'm not stopping until I cum.

"I'm there," She said breathlessly. "Don't stop, Dylan. I'm so close."

Needing no further encouragement, he began to thrust hard into her, his thighs slapping against her ass, jiggling her entire body. She closed her eyes, and arched her neck upward as he began to race to completion.

She came first, her sharp cry washing over him, urging him on to his own orgasm. He began coming, jet after jet of his seed shooting deep inside her body, easing his way. Her fingers worked furiously over her clip as he rammed harder and deeper. Then she let her hand fall away, her chest heaving, eyes wild and unfocused.

He lunged into her one last time and held himself deep as he finished emptying himself into her body. Then he lowered himself onto her, carefully letting her ankles go, allowing her legs to fall limply onto the bed.

They were both struggling to catch their breath, to suck in enough air to their burning lungs. He closed his eyes, goatherd her tightly against him, holder her so close he felt the beat of he heart.

It had never been like this. Never before. Only with her. His heart was so full it was near bursting.

"Turn over. I want to enjoy the sight of you before I clean you up." You obey like a good girl, and he realized just how lucky he was, as he watched his cum drip from her ass and cunt down the inside of her thighs. Smiling, he went into the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean her up. After ensuring she was clean and comfortable, he rid himself of the rest of his clothing before picking her up and positioning her on the bed. He crawled in beside her, reaching up to turn off the lamp.

The room was doused in darkness and he pulled her close, into the shelter of his body. He stroked her body, enjoying the feel of her warm and sated next to him.

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storiesfromfpc · 6 years ago

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REVISED taking what's his I

He looks up at the clock to see only a few minutes have passed, and that it's only 4:16pm. Fridays are the worst, it's like you spend the last hour of the day simply waiting for 5:00pm to hit.

The next few minutes are spent organizing papers and crap until his phone vibrates. He picks it up at the screen says, "Babe." He unlocks it and is greeted by a picture of him that makes his breath catch in his chest. He sucks in a breath and lets his gaze travel up and down her body in his screen.

"Holy hell... where did you get the lingerie?" he replies. His phone vibrates again a few seconds later, bringing him back from the day dream of all the wonderful things he wants to do to his girl.

"I bought it for you Daddy," she replies.

"Are you purposefully teasing me at work? Deliberately being at brat?"

"It has a slit in the bottoms so you don't even have to take them off to fuck me."

He leans back in his chair and smirks, knowing she's doing this on purpose -- but two can play this game. "I'm going to fuck you hard young lady. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass. I'm going to take them all before I'm done tonight. I'll text you when I'm leaving and when I get home I expect you to be waiting on your knees like the good little slut that you are."

"Yes Sir," is the only reply she knows he'll accept. And it's the one she gives.

An hour later he calls, surprising her because he said he would text. "Hello?" she answers. "I'm sorry baby, I gotta run to an event and fix someone else's mess. I'll be home late." The disappointment drips from her voice. "But... okay, try to get home quick." He grumbles something noncommittal into the phone and hangs up. He knows he should call back, but he doesn't.

By the time he gets home, it's been a long day. He hasn't been able to keep her off of his mind, and as much as he wanted to just leave and go home, he still ended up working later than he should.

It's already dark when he gets home but the porch light is on which is a good sign that she's not too pissed. He hops out of the truck and quietly slides his key in the door incase she's already fallen asleep. When he opens the door, he's greeted by the cutest sight -- her at the kitchen sink, music blasting, dancing around to the music while she does the dishes. He's so lucky to call her his.

Quietly he closes the door and steps behind her. With the music blasting, she still hasn't noticed that he's home, so he slides up behind her and roughly wraps his arms around her. She jumps, startled, and tries to spin around but he doesn't let her -- tightening his arm around her waist and letting the other hand slide up around her throat. He gently kisses her neck, causing her to settle into him.

He lets her go and she turns around, reaching up to touch his face. It's such a simple gesture, one of vague submission, but it causes something in him to click. Maybe it was the sweetness in her touch -- maybe it's the tension he's built up all night thinking about her text -- but either way, he knows he's still going to take her just like he said.

He wraps one arm around her waist and the other travels up, skimming her belly until he finds what he wants. Roughly he grabs her breast cause her to yelp. Even though the thin material separates them, he can feel her shiver in response. His arm continues to hold her in place as he reaches up to grab the collar of her cami, and surprisingly the matching lingerie bra, tearing them down to expose her in the process. He palms her breast, his thumb and forefinger twisting, pinching, pulling, and tweaking her nipple with building pressure until he hears her wince, and then moan -- pain bleeding into pleasure.

He presses forward in a sudden movement, roughly forcing her hips against the edge of the kitchen counter while his arm travels up and roughly snatches her head back by the her hair that she's conveniently left put up. He forcefully uses his hold to bend her over the counter until she gasps as her sensitive breasts are pressed against the cold counter top.

"You can either make this easy, or you can fight me. Either want, I am going to take what I want."

Never did he expect her to grind her ass into him in response. He knows that she's being a brat, adding fuel to the fire on purpose, and yet he's surprised she does it anyway.

"I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you? Me coming home, taking what's mine, treating you like the good little whore that you are." She says nothing, so he roughly snatches back on her hair, wordlessly demanding a response. "Yes sir," she finally chokes out. "And I bet that greedy little cunt of yours is already soaking wet, isn't it, girl?"

Before she can even reply, he uses his forearm to press down on the middle of her back, pinning her against the counter without ever releasing his grasp on her hair. Despite the pain he knows she's experiencing, she doesn't fight him -- instead she relinquishes control and submits.

He uses his other hand to tear her pants down around her thighs... a low growl rumbles from his chest as he notices the dark, wet spot surrounding the slit in her her cute lingerie panties covering her mound. He doesn't bother taking them off, he simply pulls them to the side, and roughly grabs her sex, coating his hand in the process.

"Oh my..." he coos condescendingly. "Look how wet you are. You're such a good slut, dripping for Daddy." He spreads her lips with his fingers -- never touching her clit or giving her the satisfaction of letting his fingers dip inside and tease her. "You're soaking wet for no reason other than the fact that you know I'm going to take you, use you, fuck you, fill you with my cum, and watch until it my seed trips down the inside of your thighs."

When he pulls his hand away to taste her, she cries out, "Nooooo!"

SMACK!

She yelps, his hand connecting with her ass before he even gets to enjoy the taste of her honey. "You are not in control here. I am. Any pleasure you receive tonight is purely secondary to my pleasure. You are my fuck toy and tonight, you are here simply to please me. Clearly though, you need a reminder of this."

He eases off of her, letting his grapes her hair go and allows her to relax. "Put your hands behind your back young lady." She complies, but he's still behind her. She doesn't dare move, and he lets the tension build for what seems like forever. Just when her mind starts to wonder, she's brought back to reality as his left hand shoves her against the counter and he abruptly tears her cami off of her body.

He gently slides his hands up and down her now bare skin, massaging her back and shoulders until he senses that she's let her guard down again. The second she does, he roughly grasps her by the wrists. The back and forth between gentle and rough makes her head spin, but not nearly as much as it does when she realizes that he's tying her wrists together with the scraps of what used to be her cami.

"Fuck me. There's nothing better than the sight of you bent over our kitchen counter, bound, leggings around your knees, and fully exposed for me."

He steps away, his words leaving her feeling more exposed than the reality of the acts. She cant see what he's doing but she can hear the drawers opening and closing, and then something connecting with the palm of his hand. He comes to her, presenting her with his find, a wooden mixing spoon. "This is why I love kitchens, so many useful tools to improvise with."

The first strike startles her, stinging more than usual, causing her to let out a brief exclamation. "You get one more now girl, you know that you're supposed to count."

He rubs his hand over her ass and then the next stroke comes, harder than the last, but not in the same place.

"One." She chokes out.

"Very good," he whispers in her ear, letting his mouth linger knowing it will over serve to drive her that much more over the edge.

He sooths the area with the palm of his hand, and then lets the next strike land on a different part of her ass. Nearly forgetting to count, she rushes to say, "two" before he tacks on another.

Three. Four. Five. By the time she gets to a dozen, her breath is short and her ass is cherry red. Squirming all over the counter, his hand soothingly rubs her ass between each strike, a hard contrast to the blow of the spoon. And yet, he never strikes her too hard. He uses just enough bite to drive her to the edge, and by number sixteen, she begs for more, for harder.

He can see that her ass is on fire, but the burn is beautiful. Intensely pleasurable. He can tell how close to orgasm that she is, and that she's starving it off.

"You have two more girl."

"Nineteen," she says so breathlessly that it comes out as a whisper.

He smiles knowing twenty will never come as he deliberately strikes her sex, causing he to scream and arch off of the counter as she cums for the first time, simply from a spanking. He rubs her ass in soothing circles as she comes down, relaxing back onto the counter.

"Dylan!" His name comes out in a needy wail that has him grinning. Oh yeah, she was hot and worked up. Her body flushed with heat.

"Get on your knees," he orders roughly.

He holds onto her as she slides down to her knees. He stays a moment, making sure she wouldn't pitch over with her wrist still tied together behind her back, and then he steps back, unzipping his fly.

His cock surged into his hand, protesting the fact that his hand was wrapped around it and not her mouth. He pushed his freehand into her hair, pulling her roughly forward as he pressed his dick to her lips.

She opened around him with a breathy sign that sent tingles racing down his spine. His balls drew up tight, aching as his erection slid over her hot tongue. She closed her mouth around him, sucking him deep. He let out a harsh groan, thrusting all the way to the back of her throat.

"This is what you're good for. Pleasing me," he rasped out.

The wet sucking sounds she made were loud and erotic in his ears. Each time he pulled back, he met resistance as she attempted to suck him back. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull and then puffed out when he thrust forward, fucking her mouth.

He loved the sight of his cock sliding through her lips and then retreating wet with her saliva. She made a smacking sound that damn near had him cumming on the spot. For several long moments, he enjoyed the feel of her tongue sliding over the underside of his cock. The she circled the tip, teasing the sensitive head when he pulled out.

Reluctant to leave the sweetness of her mouth, he withdrew his cock from her mouth and she had barely looked up when his hand shot out, slapping her across the face. "Stand up slut," he exclaimed, roughly pulling her to her feet. Her eyes were glazed, a mixture of shock and intense desire. They glowed warn and bright

He helped her to the bed, and laid her on her back, wanting to feed on her breasts -- knowing full well how uncomfortable it would be with her wrist still tied behind her back. He leaned over her splayed thighs and ran his tongue over the swell before capturing her nipple and sucking it strongly between his teeth, biting and enjoying her writhing in pain under him. Then he nibbled a path up to her neck, devouring the supple flesh before tugging at her earlobe, nipping it with just enough bite to make her cry out. He licked the shell, sliding his tongue over the contours of her ear before dropping down to suck a the lobe.

"Daddy!" she wailed, drawling the name into two syllables. "You're killing me!"

He chuckled. "That's the idea, girl. This is for me, not for you. Next time I'll ensure you can't talk back."

She shivered uncontrollable, her body arching helplessly into his.

He took his time, licking and devouring her nipples until they were red and straining into rigid peeks. The he let his mouth roam lower, kissing the softness of her belly, and then lower still nuzzling through the slit of her panties into her velvety, plush folds. He licked over her clit, making sure he didn't spend too much time there or she'd cum. He sucked, and kissed his way lower until his tongue found her entrance, sliding inside just like his dick would soon do.

He continued his sensual assault on her most intimate flesh, until she was shameless begging him to end it. She was bucking upward, her motions frantic and need. He grasped her hips, holding her into place as he continued fucking her with his tongue.

"Daddy! I'm going to cum!"

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storiesfromfpc · 6 years ago

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4.16.19

It's been a long day. I haven't been able to keep you off my mind, and as much as I wanted to clock out and come home early, I still ended up working later than I should.

It's already dark when I finally get home. The porch lights on which is always a good sign. I hop out of the truck, slide my key into the door, and am greeted by the cutest sight -- you at the sink, headphones on, dancing around to the music while doing the dishes. I'm so lucky to call you mine.

Quietly I close the door and step behind you. You still haven't noticed that I'm home so when I slide up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist, you jump and try to spin around startled but I don't let you, tightening my arms around you, and gently kiss your neck causing you to settle into me.

"Hi Handsome," you reply, as you reach up and touch my face.

It's such a simple gesture, one of vague submission but it causes something in me to click. Maybe it was the sweetness in your reply -- maybe it's the tension I've built up thinking about you all day -- either way, I know I am going to take you now.

I keep one arm around your waist as the other travels up, skimming your belly until I find what I want. I roughly grab your breast causing you to yelp. Even though the thin material separates us, I can feel you shiver in response. My arm continues hold you in place as I reach up and grab the collar of your cami, tearing it down to expose you. I palm your breast, my thumb and forefinger twisting, pinching, tweaking your nipple with building pressure until I hear you wince, and then moan -- pain bleeding into pleasure.

I press forward in a sudden movement, roughly forcing your hips against the edge of the kitchen counter while my arm now travels up and grabs you by the hair that you have convineniently left put up. I forcefully use your hair to bend you over until you gasp as your sensitive breasts press against the cold counter top.

"You can either make this easy, or you can fight me. Either way, I'm going to get what I want."

Never did I expect you to grind your ass into me in response. You know you're being a brat, just adding fuel to the fire, and yet you do it anyway.

"I bet your enjoying this, aren't you? Me coming home, taking what's mine, treating you like the good like whore you are." You say nothing, so I abruptly pull back on the fist full of hair, wordlessly demanding a response. "Yes sir," you finally choke out." "And I bet that greedy little cunt of yours is soaking wet, isn't it?"

Before you can even reply, I use my forearm to press down on the middle of your back, pinning you against the counter without ever releasing the fist full of hair. Despite the mild discomfort I know you're experiencing, you don't fight me -- instead you relinquish control and submit.

I use my other hand to tear your pants down around your thighs... a low growl rumbles from my chest as I notice the dark, wet spot in the middle of the cute lace panties that cover your mound. I don't bother to take them off of you, I simply yank them to the side and roughly grab your sex, coating my hand in the process.

"Oh my. Look how wet you are. You're such a good little whore, dripping for Daddy." I spread your lips with my fingers -- never touching your clit or giving you the satisfaction of letting them dip inside and tease you. "You're soaking wet for no reason other than the fact that you know I'm going to take you, lick you, use you, fuck you, and fill you with my cum until it drips down the inside of your thigh."

When I pull my hand away to taste you, you cry out. "Noooo!"

SMACK!

You yelp, my hand connecting with your as before I even get to enjoy the taste of your honey. "You are not in control here. I am, but clearly you need a reminder.

I ease off of you, letting go of your hair and allow you to relax. "Put your hand behind your back young lady." You comply, but I'm still behind you. You don't dare move and I let the tension built for what seems like forever. Just when your mind starts to wonder, you're abruptly brought back to reality as I slide my hand inside the waist band of your panties and literally tear them off of your sex. A shiver runs through you as I leave you fully exposed.

I gently slide my hands up and down your back, massaging your back and shoulders until I sense you let your guard down. The second you do, I roughly grab you by the wrists. The back and forth between gentle and rough makes your head spin, but not nearly as much as it does when you realize that I'm tying your wrists together with the scraps of what used to be your panties.

"Fuck me. There's nothing better than the sight of you bend over our kitchen counter, bound with your own panties, pants around your knees, fully exposed for anyone to see."

I step away, my words leaving you feeling more vulnerable than the reality of the acts. You can't see what I'm doing but you hear drawers opening and closing, and then something connecting with the palm of my hand. I come to you, presenting to you my find, a wooden mixing spoon. "This is why I love kitchens, so many useful tools to improvise with.

The first smack startles you, stinging more than usualy, causing you let out a brief exclamation. "You get one more now babygirl, you know you're supposed to count."

I rub my hand over your ass and then the next stroke came, harder than the last, but not in the same place.

"One," you choke out.

"Very good," I whisper in your ear, letting my mouth linger knowing it will only serve to drive you that much more crazy.

I sooth the area with the palm of my hand and then let strike land on a different part of your ass. Nearly forgetting to count, you rush to say, "two" before I tack on another.

Your entire ass burns, arousal humms, sweet and deep, coiling in your belly. I watch your pussy clench, you shifting relentlessly in attempt to relieve the unrelenting ache.

Three. Four. Five. By the time you get to a dozen, your breath is short and your ass is cherry red. Squirming all over the counter, my hand soothingly rubs your ass between each strike, a hard contrast to the blow of the spoon. And yet, I never strike you too hard. I use just enough bite to drive you to the edge, and by number sixteen, you beg for more, harder.

I can see your ass is on fire, but the burn is beautiful. Intensely pleasureable. I can tell how close you are to orgasm and that you're starving it off.

"You have two more babygirl."

"Nineteen," you say so breathlessly that it comes out as a whisper.

I smile knowing twenty will never come as I deliberately strike your sex causing you to scream and arch off of the counter as you cum for the first time, simply from a spanking. I rub your ass in soothing circles until you come down, relaxing back into the counter.

What a gorgeous sight, your ass cherry red. Your cunt leaking honey down the insides of your thighs. Because you can't see me, you could you expect what came next. You can tell that I've gotten onto my knees, but the moan that comes from your core tells me I'm doing whats best as I lick your cum from the insides of your thighs, something so sensual, something so teasing, something so intimate that it has you on the edge of cumming all over again.

Unable to resist, I lean in and lazily let my tongue lick the length of your slit. Tasting your sweetness, and licking up your juices, spread your pretty pussy apart and bury my face in your cunt/

My tongue continues dipping into your opening. My tongue remains insistent, moving the whole length of you, dipping into you, and circling back to dance across your swollen clit. I can hear your breath coming more heavily as you grind your sex against my face.

"Dylan!" you acream as I continue licking you, my tongue driving in circles around your clit before taking the tender flesh and sucking it into my mouth and sucking it like I would your nipples. I move my face against your wet, swollen flesh as I suck and stimulate your further.

"Daddy!" your voice more insisten this time, more breathy and laced with tension. "Please baby... please... I'm so close... please let me cum."

My hands squeeze hand on your thighs as my tongue continues relentless against you, signalling to you that you have permission to cum. It takes a few more breaths before you body bucks with spasms as the first orgams tears through you. Your spasms only serve to fuel my assult, my tongue slipping into your slick hole, drawling out more of your honey. You groan, pressing your hips upwards and grinding your sex against my mouth, wispering my name over and over.

"Dylan!" You Scream as the flood breaks and your cum for me again.

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to be continued.

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storiesfromfpc · 6 years ago

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4/14/19 unreleased

I wake with a gasp, my body racked hard with the jerk forcing me out of my dreams. "Come here," you murmur and you back into me, my arms pulling you into me, keeping me anchored.

Turning into me, you seek out my mouth and find me, sinking into me with a lush, sweet kiss. Surprise holds me motionless for a moment, and then my hand is at the back of your head holding you in place as I take over, craving something darker.

You tangle your legs with mine, feeling my warm skin. The soft, rhythmic stroking my my tongue soothing and arousing you. No one kisses you like I do. The coaxing demand of my mouth is sparingly sensual, let it's also tender. My lips both soft and firm. I use them to bruise, but also to tease -- brushing gently against yours before taking your lower lip between my teeth until I hear you gasp.

Reaching between us, you cup me in your hand through my boxers, stroking with a demand that answers mine. I swell to your touch, lengthen until the broad head pushes up beneath the elastic of my waistband. I groan, my hips thrusting into your caress.

"Jenn."

"Make me feel you," you whisper.

My hand slides beneath your shirt, my fingers drifting feather light across your belly until I palm your breast. I squeeze, massage, and kneed your aching flesh until my clever fingers grip your nipple. With a full understanding of your body, I roll and tug the hard, tight point of your breast. The relentless pressure and pulling sends pulses of need through your entire body.

You moan, aroused. Desperate. Your legs tighten around mine, grinding your damp sex against my thigh. "Does that pretty cunt of yours ache, babygirl?" I nibble at the corner of your lip, the words a seduction all their own. "What do you need? My mouth... my tongue... my fingers... my cock...?"

"Daddy." You whisper shamelessly when I pull away, your arms reaching for me as I rise above you. I shush you, giving you a soft sound of reassurance. Before you can acknowledge it, my hands are at your hips, pulling your panties down to your knees.

"You haven't answered me, babygirl. What do you want me to put in your greedy little cunt? All the above?"

"Yes," you gasp. "Everything."

I don't hesitate, pushing you on your back and powerfully folding your legs in the air giving me access to lower my head to the sensitive flesh between your thighs. You hold your breath waiting, folded as you are, you can't see...

The hot, wet, velvet of my tongue slides between the folds of your sex. "Oh god," you scream as you try to arch into me, greedily seeking more. I can't help but laugh as you struggle, trying to lift your hips to my wicked mouth. Gripping your thighs, I hold you in place, tasting you at the pace I want. Licking over and around your slick opening... taunting you, knowing you want to feel my tongue inside of you. My lips press kisses, circling your throbbing clit, my mouth sucking, the flat of my tongue rubbing across the sensitive point of pleasure.

"Please..." you beg, knowing the more you surrender to me, the more I'll give back.

But I make you wait as I savor you, my hand caressing the tender skin at the back of you thighs, my tongue massaging your clit with the faintest of pleasures.

You press your hands to my face, "That feels so good Dylan, please don't stop..." Your mouth falls open when I lick lower, dipping a fraction into the trembling clutch of your body, seeking out the favor that drips from your opening. "Oh!" you gasp, half mad with the barrage of sensation after hours of numbness.

My growl shivers through you. your body jerks as I finally give you what you want, my stiff tongue pushing into your slick heat with a slow, delicious thrust. "Yes! Fuck Me!" you scream. My mouth is exquisite, the source of all pleasure and torment, my tongue wicked in it's sensual assault, plunging between your clenching, delicate muscles.

I devour you with a drive focus, so automatic and greedy that you writhe with indescribable ecstasy pulsing through your entire body. There's pressure, and then my thumb slides into your rear, massaging the tender opening. The fullness there contrasts with the rhythmic thrusts of my tongue. Your core tenses and I can tell that I have you hovering on the edge of orgasm.

My hand lashes out, landing a number of slaps to your ass, and that's all that it takes to tip you over the edge. You scream my name, your body on fire, burning with it. The climax shatters you but I don't relent, my tongue sliding up to lash out at your clit. One orgasm rolls into the next, coming hard and endlessly.

"No more," you plead. Your limbs trembling had as your core spasms with yet another rush. "I cant take anymore."

You feel the mattress dip as I move, one hand holding your ankles above your head. You hear the snap of my waistband as I shove my boxers down. "How do you want it babygirl? Tell me now..." I ask darkly.

"Oh god..." You force your answer past your dry lips. "Deep. Hard."

I move over you, pushing your legs back until your bent in half. I press the head of my thick cock into your wetness, forcing it past your tightness, stroking into what is already swollen and tender. Folded in half as you are, your legs bound together by your panties still around your knees, stretched by my girth, your sensitive flesh stings from the forcefulness of my possession as you wince, but I still have more to give.

Groaning your name, I roll my hips, working myself deeper and massage your clit at the same time. "My greedy girl" I bite out as I fuck into you with destructive expertise. The feeling of me so hard... the relentless, leisurely thrusts... Your fingers tear at the sheets and my back. Your sex ripples frantically around me, gripping the thick head of my cock with ravenous greed. Every withdrawal leaves you feeling empty. Every thrust fills you, pulsing pleasure through your veins.

"If you keep it up, I'm going to cum. Is that what you want babygirl? You want me to fill you up before you can even take it all?" "NO!" You exhale in a rush. I roll my hips, pushing into you, my breath catching as you take more of me. "God Jenn, your pussy loves my cock. We were made for each other."

Reaching for the headboard, I stretch over you, trapping your legs between us. Fully exposed, and trapped for my pleasure, you're helpless but to watch my eyes as I slam my hips into you, sinking the rest of the way into you.

The sound that leaves you is a blend of pain and pleasure. It's a harsh wail of ecstasy, the pleasure so intense it hurts. Unable to speak, you reach for my hips, pulling me into you. Then I start slamming into you, pounding a relentless tempo, my thick cock plunging and withdrawing from root to tip in rapid thrusts. This is all it takes, before I can notice you tightening around me, you scream, cumming so hard that your body seizes and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Pausing on the down stroke, I grind into your clit, forcing your sex to spasm around my hardness.

The moment you sag into the mattress, I pull my cock out of your trembling slit. Still hard, my shaft is slick from your orgasm, but not from mine. "You didn't cum," you say disappointedly as I pull your underwear off of you.

I slide my hand beneath your back, lifting you and pulling your shit over your head. My lips brush over your ear and I whisper, "You wanted fast and rough. For once, I want slow and sweet."

I lever over you again, this time setting into the cradle of your open arms and legs. The moment you feel my heat, my desire, you realize how much you want this too. "You're everything to me," you choke out. "I love you," I reply.

Shifting my hips, I tuck the head of my cock into your cleft, pushing forward gently, taking time and care to fill you. My lips move against yours, the stroke of my tongue somehow more erotic than the slide of my cock. "Hold me," you whisper as my arms curve beneath your shoulders. You tighten your grip on me as I drive into you.

"I love you Jenn." I murmur. "Do you feel it?"

"Yes," you moan, as you watch the pleasure wash over me, my thickness swelling as I spill into you groaning, my body shaking with orgasm.

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Babygirl, you say that you couldn’t wait for me to come home, and I’m about to show you why those might be the last recognizable words uttered from those pretty red lips this evening. You say you want it hard, with all the raw power I can muster. You say you want to be claimed until you can’t think straight.

Babygirl, your wish is my command- and then some. I’ll strip your clothes off with one quick tear and press you against the wall face first. You won’t have time to protest, breathe or know what hit you. Before you can take another breath, I’ll be pounding your pouring wetness deeper and deeper as I enter you like never before. Screams and moans will titillate my excitement and my primal ferocity will overwhelm you without mercy.

You thought you knew what hard was until my force hit you like an unbridled hurricane. You imagined how fun it would be to have some good sex when you turned on my animal instincts. Yanking your hair as I penetrate your deepest recesses, I thrust my throbbing need with powerful strength. Spreading your ass, I delve deeper into you in ways you never thought possible.

Screaming with ecstasy, clawing my back and writhing in pleasure, you shudder as I spare no mercy as I force my entire hunger into your wanton body, My gruff command to release catapults you over the threshold of orgasmic bliss as we join as one..your glistening desire usurping every bit of my passion from my tensed body as I explode inside you.

My body slumped over yours, softly kissing your back as the throes of passion subsided, I leaned forward to your slumped form, my hands brushing aside your unkempt hair. “You were saying something about hard, love? I chuckled as you struggled to turn around to hit me. Catching your hand,I swiftly flipped your lithe pale body over to face me before lowering my mouth to yours in a passionate kiss.

Fighting back a smile , you giggled and asked me what I was thinking. Your face still recovering, your eyes grew wide while your eyebrows shot up. "Dessert.” Your shrill voice trailed off into the night.. “Oh damn….” It was time to alert the neighborhood what was going down. They wouldn’t soon forget how hot tonight was going to get. Neither would you.. Babygirl..

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The sun’s light was held in check by the billowy curtains that kept the bedroom dark for hours beyond the coming of the dawn. A single small ray split the otherwise quiet and dark room, coming to rest on the soft swell of her hip. The light was not bright enough to wake her, nor the heat of its caress. But it was enough to wake him from his sleep, drawing a smile to his rough bearded face as he peered in utter adoration at the woman that lay at his side.

Her skin was pale, soft, and voluptuous save for a smattering of a few tattoos and the kisses of millions of freckles across her whole frame. The ray of light was just enough to allow him to see these parts of her in slight illumination, memories of caresses and hours of examining her body helping his mind fill in the blanks left by the lack of illumination. His eyes swept her body slowly, drinking in and elaborating on each detail of her as she slept. Deep in his mind he thought that even an angel could look no more beautiful than did the woman at his side.

She had taken to sleeping in close contact with him from the first moment they spent a night together in a shared bed. With the ray of light playing on her skin, he was able to begin a slow, gentle caressing of her skin that made him smile at the feel of her and drew a smile to her sleeping face. Fingers began in the smooth skin of her cheek, running up to her hairline and through her hair, smoothing it back behind her ear, repeating over and over for several minutes. In her sleep she smiled and he wondered if she dreamed of the caresses or if she knew in her subconscious that it was he that touched her so lightly.

His fingers traced across the delicate skin of her throat, fingertips dancing across the marks left by his teeth, his marks of ownership and love written in flesh with his teeth. Her breath hitched slightly but she did not wake as his fingers pressed across a too-tender area of bruised flesh. He smiled inwardly, remembering the passionate embrace that had resulted in that particular bite and marking. She brought out an animalistic change in him when his passions were aroused and resulted in fierce kisses and, lips smashed together, tongues diving into one another’s mouths before his lips invariably slipped off to one side of her neck and its tent skin, the skin he enjoyed licking, sucking, and biting with such intensity that her breathing caught, stuttered, and she poured out moans of mixed pain and pleasure. Her neck, shoulders, throat, and breasts all bore the marks of oust, love, and ownership of his teeth.

His fingers continued in their exploration of her sleeping body, running across her shoulders and down across the swell of her breasts. Her smile widened in her sleep as he gently stimulated her nipples, rolling them softly between his fingers, pulling at the pierced ring through one nipple as he liked to do, drawing the tender flesh taught and suspended by the hoop of metal. She would sometimes groan at this but more often than not, along with his other touches as she slept, her smile continued to blossom across her face as her subconscious took in the sensations he brought to her skin.

Repositioning himself, he gently drew the covers down from the rest of her body. He admired the swell of her hip, the curve of her ass that drove him so wild, the thighs and lovely calves. With a soft pressure he maneuvered her from her side onto her back, so gentle that had it registered to her, she would have thought the movement had been her own decision. And there, displayed in the shadows of the ray-split darkness was the delicate cleft of her sex. Her skin was smooth, her lips swollen from their love-making the night before, a hint of moisture glistened in her labia, a result of his touches and the deep connection they triggered in the animal reaches of her mind. She did not know it, but her body was already drooling anticipation for more of his intimate touches.

Her legs parted at his gentle but insistent pressure, spreading her open slightly so that the moisture was more evident. She groaned deeply in her sleep as the tip of his tongue moved to traced from the top of her slit down to the opening to the core of her body. He repeated the tender, slow licks, her body responding with a surge of blood that further engorged her labia and caused her clitoris to swell and peak out from beneath its hood. His licks became with greater pressure, her lips parting more as his tongue delved deeper into her tender area. As his tongue dipped into her opening, he inhaled deeply the smell of her sex, amplifying the taste of her sweetness upon his tongue. The movement of his tongue remained insistent, roving the length of her slit, dipping into her, and circling back to dance across her swollen clitoris. He could hear her breath coming more heavily as her body responded to him and the sleep-dream she thought she was in was drawn slowly forward towards consciousness.

“Daddy…” she groaned in a sleepy and uncoordinated voice, her eyes still closed above her flushing cheeks.

He continued licking her, driving his tongue in circles around her clit before taking the tender flesh into his mouth and sucking upon it as he would her nipples. He moved his face against her wet, swelling flesh as he sucked at her, stimulating her further.

“Daddy!” Her voice was more insistent this time, more breathy and laced with passion. “Daddy, please….please…oh Daddy, I am so close. Please Daddy…!”

He smiled through the movement of his mouth and tongue. She was so well trained, telling him of her approaching orgasm that would breach the barrier between being partially asleep and fully awakened by the crashing spasms of her orgasms. Her orgasms belonged to him and he rarely denied her the pleasure of their release provided she asked, sometimes begged him, for his permission to fall over the edge of the cliff of pleasure.

His hands squeezed hard on her thighs as his tongue continued relentlessly against her, signaling to her that she had permission to cum. It took but a few deep breaths before her body was wracked with spasms as the first orgasm tore through her, lighting the nerves from her toes to her nipples, from her fingertips to her clit on fire. Her spasms only served to fuel his assault against her sex, tongue tip slipping inside her slick hole to draw out a taste of her honey. She groaned, pressing her hips upwards and grinding herself against his mouth and whispering his name again, insistently, as the waves that were on an ebbing flow threatened to crest again with the pressure of his licking, sucking, and tonguing her delicate, enflamed sex.

“Daddy!”

He broke his assault for a moment to whisper to her, his voice low and connecting deeply into her mind. “Cum for me baby girl. Cum for Daddy.”

And she erupted, body flushing as her lower body convulsed and spammed with the rolling waves of pleasure pulsating across and through her sex. He kept his tongue moving, lips pressing against her skin, helping her ride the waves as they pounded against her.

He rested his mouth against her sex as she came down from the orgasm, her labia swollen and wet. She looked at him down between her legs with eyes glazed with pleasure and bare consciousness. She bit at her lip and watched him as he moved up her body, pressing his lips to her, kissing deep, seeking out her soul. She could feel him throbbing hard against her leg, parting her legs farther before reaching down to guide him to her and, in one slow stroke, he entered her.

The groan she made as he entered her was one of his favorite sounds. He moved his body above her, drawing back and thrusting into her, deeper with each thrust, slow, until her inner moisture mingled with that at the opening to her body. The slicker she became the easier his thrusts came, his cock angled as it entered her so that the head rubbed against her g-spot, sending waves of sensation through her core, the slow thrusts gave way to faster ones interspersed with moments where he held himself as deeply within her as he could reach.

He watched her face intently, watching for the signs betrayed by her skin, that her body was approaching another climax, Her eyes closed, and her mouth twisted to emit a deep moan, spurring him to increase his pace. And in doing som he drew from her the words he knew were on the tip of her tongue, “Daddy, please can I cum…?”

He lowered his lips to hers, sucking upon one as he kissed her, thrusts never ceasing, pushing her closer to losing control and cumming without his permission. He liked to tease her like this, bring her to the edge and hold her.

“Look at me, Babygirl. You may cum. But I want to see that beautiful face,”

Her eyes snapped open and her face contorted again as the orgasm rippled out from her core to her clit, her nipples, and her eyes glazed at the force of the orgasm. He continued to drive into her, thrusting hard and deep, keeping her orgasm rolling as she tried to focus on his eyes, to obey his command, fighting her body’s desire to throw her into delirium of sensation.

“Cum for me again,” he whispered roughly in her ear, “Come for Daddy again Babygirl.”

No longer able to control the power of the spasms ripping her apart, her eyes closed and she groaned deeply in pleasure. Nearly lost in her pleasure, she felt the movement of his body char, his own breathing and her mind triggered to what was about to happen.

“Daddy, please Daddy, I’ve been a good girl, please fill me with your cum. Please Daddy!”

Her fingernails raked across his lower back, pulling him into her deeper as she felt him swell. As his fluids splashed against the depths of her walls she once again fell over the edge into a final orgasm that coincided with his.

He lay pressed again her, the moisture of their sweat and sex sealing them together, his lips sought hers out and their tongues danced between gasps of air that tried to bring their breathing back under control. She ran her fingers through his hair and drew his head down to her breast as they both breathed and basked in her delicious, voluptuousness of their love making.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as her breathing came back under control. She smiled and nuzzled him as she felt him soften inside her and slowly begin to skip out, a feeling she both loved and hated.

“ And I love you Baby girl…”

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storiesfromfpc · 8 years ago

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T, Daddy

(03/30/2015)

You call me as I sit in traffic and ask me when I’ll be home. I’m excited at the idea of seeing you, finally, but the traffic is bumper to bumper and my AC is out. I was already frustrated by my predicament and your rushed call hasn’t helped me settle. I growl something noncommittal into the phone and feel a pang of regret at the let down sound in your voice before we hung up. I realize you need me there. I smile after a long moment, but then grimace again almost as quickly. I wont be there anytime soon. I should call… I don’t. I look ahead and notice the light. I turn at it fifteen minutes later, and take the long way to the house. I relax a little as I escape that grind, and stop to get gas at the little Mom-n-Pop store. I purchase a Gatorade, and drink it slowly, absorbing the store’s cool AC and realize my anger is mostly heat and frustration.

By the time I reach the driveway, I am no longer sweaty and my pulse has calmed considerably. You answer the door before I can even reach for it, wearing a smile that shatters the left over pieces of my bad mood like a snowball striking hot pavement. I can’t help but I grin back. I fold my arms around you and feel at ease.

Then I notice.. you aren’t wearing a bra. Something in me clicks and I know I want you. Now.

I step inside with you, and the moment you close the door I rest my hand on your throat and push you against the foyer wall. I stare at you, soaking you in, absorbing you, and you look alarmed for a moment until I drag my fingers through your hair. You start to say something but I stop you with a voracious kiss, pulling back slowly as I drag my teeth over your bottom lip. I wrap my hand in your hair and pull on it, leading you to the table. I pause to rub my free hand over your belly and ass, then I pull your head back and softly kiss your neck. I feel your excitement in the thrumming pulse of your throat as I run my tongue over it. I smile against your shoulder, lean up, and murmur a sweet something unintelligible into your ear.

Then, suddenly, I’m pushing you roughly up against the edge of the kitchen table in a burst of movement and force that leaves your hips pressed against the side and my hands on your wrists, looming behind you. My body presses up against yours, pinning you there and I drag my teeth over your shoulder before pulling on the hem of your shirt, sliding it up over your shoulders and tossing it aside. I slide my rough hands up over your belly and find your breasts, squeezing them with a building pressure, to the point of pain.

When you gasp, I chuckle from behind you, bending you over the table with a slow tenderness until your hardened nipples press into the tabletop. My hands slide down your arms to your wrists, pinning you there, face down on the table. I grind my hips against you and pull on your wrists, lifting your breasts off the surface for a moment, and letting you feel the hard heat of me press into your ass before letting you down again. I release your wrists and rub my hands up and down your spine, caressing you as I move down your back to your hips now, hooking my thumbs in your leggings and panties, and pull them down your legs.

I drag my nails down your back, your clothes in a pool around your ankles, and unbuckle my leather belt. It slides out of its loops - close enough that the leather whispers across your right ass cheek, leaving a faint mark with the edge of it as I pull it free with a final tug of my wrist. I place the belt between your shoulder blades and push you down as the cold buckle presses against your skin and you start to move. I take a handful of your hair in my hand, wrapping the tresses around my grip and hauling back on your locks even as I press the hard head of my cock up against your pussy lips, teasing your wetness with my shaft. I feel you push back against me, hungry for it, and I push your hips away from me, moving the table a few inches. I grip the back of your neck in my left hand and slide the belt off of your shoulders, wrapping a loop in my hand with a flip of my wrist. I bring it down on your right cheek with an overhand swat before changing my direction with the backswing and then I bring it down on your left. The sound is loud in the quiet room and I gaze down at my work with pleasure as I see you slide your hands up and grip the edge of the table.

I rub the leather loop over your red marked ass, watching the skin turn pink, and then drag the belt up and down between your shoulder blades as I press the head of my cock up against your wet pussy again. I bring the belt down lightly on your right shoulder, and then your left, squeezing your neck tightly and then lean over you. My stomach is pressing against the small of your back, chest against your shoulder blades as my teeth sink into your skin, biting, dragging my mouth over your flesh as you tense with pleasure beneath me. I lean back up and run my nails up and down your sides and back, then bring the belt down on your ass – 1,2,3 lashes – before bringing my hands to your hips and pulling you towards me as I fill you with my throbbing hard cock. I let my fingers sink into your beautiful curves, conforming to them as I slowly ease myself into you.

I feel you clamp down onto me and I left out a groan of primal satisfaction, one hand sliding up to the back of your neck and pinning you there as I move in and out of you. Your hips slamming up against the edge of the table again and again. Plain and pleasure bending together in one delicious melody as the bass thrum of my cock inside you forms the beat…

I pull out of you, and just as I’m about to enter you again, I wipe my cock off on your ass and slide my belt up and down your back and over your shoulders. My free hand goes down between your legs and I rub the hardened nub of your clit up and down as I bring the strap down on your ass again, leaving thick red marks.

I ease back just enough as to not injure you, but leave you welted and gasping. I rub my hands over the red skin of your shoulders and whisper in your ear what a well-behaved whore you are. Then, I thrust my way back inside of you, crushing your hips against the edge of the table as I lean over you again, and wrap my hands around your wrists, laying on top of you. My cock begins to thrust in and out of you again.

I pull your hands away and wrap my fingers around your wrists, holding your arms back behind you parallel to your sides and fuck forward into you. Your chest rides up off the table as I do, your breasts bouncing up and down as I relax your arms and pull out, then haul back on your arms as I thrust back in and begin to fuck you again. I take everything you give to me and return it tenfold; my focus on what you want, a narrow beam slicing through any other thoughts I might have, my attention fully devoted only to give you what you crave.

I pull your arms to the small of your back and slip the loop of my belt over your wrists, binding them together and pulling the slack taught and quickly securing it. Then I slide my hands to your hips and piston in and out of your tight wetness.

I ask if you’re close. You gasp that you are and I drag my nails down the back of your shoulders as I roll my hips inside of you again. I grab your breasts and pull on your nipples, twisting and tugging how you love, as I thrust up into you, taking you. I feel you tightening around me, harder that you have yet, and feel you push against me. I know you’re close, so I pull you to a standing position. I brush the hair away from the side of your neck and gruffly whisper, “Cum,” in your ear as I thrust up, and I feel you surrender control of your orgasm to me in one long tremulous moan. I wrap my left arm around you, under your breasts, and wrap my right arm around your waist and hold you as the force of your pleasure causes your legs to buckle. I hold you close to me, against my body as I growl my approval in your ear softly, gently as your orgasm slowly and electrically plays itself out.

Eventually your spasms slow down, and you start to shake slightly. I loosen the belt and let you free, carefully pulling myself from you. I then slide my right arm under the bend of your knees as I support your upper body with my left and carry you to the couch. I sit down and lower you in my lap, stroking your hair and kissing you softly while you recover.

I rub your jaw and neck with the palm of my hand and smile at you. You look at me with half-lidded happy eyes and breathe slowly. You look me in the eyes and grasp my semi hard cock, slowly stroking me. “You don’t have to. That was for you, my good girl,” I tell you.

You respond by taking me wholly into your throat, as far as you can, bringing the blood instantly back to my head. Your tongue moves all around me, causing me to let out a small groan. I run my hand down your back tenderly and cup your ass. You pull your glisten lips off me and grasp my cock in your hand again, using your saliva and our leftover juices to move fluidly and smoothly up and down the length. Tightening your grip and twisting, you lean back over and take just my head in your mouth, swirling it, eagerly licking the sensitive spot on the underside, just how I like. You remove your hand and take me all the way into your mouth again, bobbing up and down with a gentle pressure. I figure we're already in the mood, let's take advantage of it - slowly running my hand back up to slowly get a fistful of your already-touseled hair and let you continue at your pace for a few relaxing moments.

Suddenly you can't breathe, my fist forcing you down onto my cock. With a slight struggle from you, I give you little release as I begin to fuck your throat, thrusting up. You open your mouth wider as to allow me to do what I want. I quickly grasp your head with my other hand so I can use my now-free hand to grab your ass again, hard. You yelp, me still pounding into your throat, you’re drooling now. I slap your ass repeatedly, you squirming and attempting to whine under my other hand. You don't dare move your hands from where they are in your lap, writhing together, to stop me.

Feeling the tension growing, I rip your head from me, still completely in control. I lean down and kiss you messily, roughly, and passionately. I slowly trail kisses from your lips, down your neck to your ear, all while holding your head back by a fistful of hair. "On your knees," I growl quietly into your ear, lingering on your lobe momentarily, flicking it with my tongue. You let out a moan - that's one of your favorite moves.

Quickly, I slap you on the ass as you slide off of the couch and kneel in front of me, gazing up with pure lust and want in your eyes, waiting eagerly for your next instructions.

I tenderly graze your face with my hand, and before firmly grabbing you by the hair again. I force you forward while gripping my cock in the other hand, so hard and ready, tracing your lips with the head. You lick your lips and stare at me longingly. I ask you if you want more and you gave a quick nod. I shoot a disapproving glance your way... "Yes, Sir. Please," you reply sheepishly.

Before you can even think about my next move, I force my throbbing cock down your throat once more. Holding your head at the perfect angle, your jaw is just slack enough that your throat feels almost as good as the dripping wet mound between your legs. You wanted this? You can have this, Babygirl.

I continue to fuck your throat ruthlessly, moving my hands to grip the sides of your head and hair. As you gag, I commend you, "Good girl, that's right. Daddy’s little whore," so impressed that you hold it down. I slowed my motions and force your mouth all the way down until my balls are resting on your chin, and I feel your hand come up to massage them. That's all I need. "Harder," I grunt. I let your head go and you eagerly go back to sucking and drooling over me. I let my hand run through your hair and feel you move quickly back and forth, all while massaging and rolling your fingers perfectly without my assistance.

You pull off my cock, right as I can feel the tension building back up. Before I could even protest, you bend down under me. I have to catch myself as you suck and lick on my sack. You take both of my balls into your mouth and a warm feeling rushes through me. My head is swimming. Your hand gripping me, and working at a perfect rhythm with your tongue.

Concentrating on keeping my balance keeps me focused on not finishing just yet. You continue for a few minutes as I relish in the sensations, groaning every so often. Finally, I place my hand on yours, gripping my cock still. I move our hands in a faster motion. "Here. Now," I command and you abruptly stop sucking me and sit forward, hand still moving with mine. Ready to burst, with a final squeeze and a long, low moan, streams of my hot cum land all over your face and breasts, you smiling and making cute little moans up at me.

I collapse into the couch, cock growing limp in hand, you still kneeling in front of me. You scoop up some of the cum on your fingers and suck on them teasingly. I just chuckle and shake my head, grinning. "Come here you," I say lovingly. You crawl onto the couch and snuggle into my chest as I put my arm around you, and kiss you on the top of your head.

"How was the drive?" You ask sarcastically like you do, smiling coyly. I look at you and raise my eyebrows, "If I'm going to get a greeting like this every time I come home so heated, I'll do it every day!" I reply jokingly.

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storiesfromfpc · 8 years ago

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Back to the hotel IV

From: T, Daddy Back at the Hotel pt 4 Jul 19, 2017, 9:37 PM You feel the rush of cool air when I remove the soon, but it is gone almost immediately, replaced the the sting of wood against your flesh. You cry out, your ass stinging, then immediately soothed by the firs press of my hand against your rear. All too soon, my hand is gone and I swat you again -- not too hard, but hard enough that it feels as though a million pinpricks of pleasure are rushing to the spot. You squirm a bit, wanting more. Wanting the pain to center you, and wanting me to launch you off into the stars. "That's it, baby. You're glowing, but your ass is on fire." You can't speak. You just want more. But you're not expecting the next blow -- not on your ass, but on your sex. One light, upward thrust with the back of the spoon, barely brushing your clit, but it sets off little sparks inside you. Then another spank, this one firmer, and you cry out as you come closer to the edge. You bite your lip, wanting another, just one more. One more to take you over. But instead of the thwack of wood against your sex, there are my fingers inside you, tugging the pearls. You arch up and cry out in surprise and release as soon as I draw the pearls out of you, each tiny round bead rubbing against your sensitive clit. Each pearl heightening the sensation. Each millimeter sending you spiraling off until a cry is ripped from your throat and your body bucks and quakes, unable to withstand the force of ecstasy that is spinning our of control inside you. "Oh, yes, baby. Yes..." And then you hear the soft thud as the pearls fall to the floor. You hear the brush of material against your flesh as I step out of my jeans. You feel my hands stroking your hips, you ass. Then my fingers are inside you, opening you, readying you -- though it's hardly necessary at this point. You suck in a breath and moan with pleasure as the head of my cock presses against your folds. I thrust forward, entering you, going deep, so deep that it feels as though this will never end, that we will tumble off into each other. My hands release your hips and I lean forward to cup a breast with one hand, the pressure of my fingers on your nipple as I move your body back to mine in time with my thrusts, so that it is as if we are wrapped in a current, sizzling and alive. My other hand reaches around, finding your overly sensitive clit. I stroke you ever slightly until all you know is bone deep pleasure, so consuming that you lose all sense of where the sensations come from, but only know that they are there. That you are pleasure. That you are electricity. That you are mine. The second orgasm hits you just as fast. It's an explosion, and you cry out, your body contracting around me, the touch of my fingers against your clit now so intense that it borders on pain. I don't relent though. Instead I draw it out and out and out, until my only release comes even as your body is still quivering and shaking. If you weren't tied to the pillar, you would surly be collapsed on the ground. "Dylan." It's all that you can say. It's enough. "Shhhh." I untie your hands, but don't remove the blindfold. Gently I carry you into the bedroom and lay you on the bed. "I want to see you," you say, as I begin to trail slow kissed up your body. "You see me better than anyone." I say, then gently remove your blindfold. Your eyes are open to find me smiling down at you, and all of your own emotions are reflected on my face. I kiss you deeply, and gently, my mouth claiming yours. "I think I'm destroyed," you say with a smile. "I don't know that I can ever move again." "No? That's too bad." I move down your body, gently stroking your skin with my fingers, my lips. "Destroyed or not, I'll have you again." "Take me," you say, reaching for me and tugging me up your body, spreading your legs and lifting your hips in invitation at the same time. I enter you slowly, filling you, and we move together in a sensual rhythm that makes you want to cry out with pleasure as I fill you. You arch up and draw my mouth you yours, connecting yourself fully to me. "Turn over," you beg when you break the kiss. "I want to see you under me." I raise my brow, but comply, and you shift your hips as you straddle me, taking me even deeper as you rock slowly, then ease yourself up and down to tease my still hard cock. Your eyes are open and watching my face, when I grab your hips and guide your rocking to what I need. I slide my hand down between us, rubbing slow circles on your clit and that's all you need. You throw your hair back and I feel your clench down tightly around me, harder than you have all night. Your orgasm rolls through you as I pull you all the way down on my cock, filling you deeply with my cum. You lean down and put your head on my chest, trailing slow kisses up my neck until you reach the corner of my mouth. "I love you babygirl. More than the stars, or moon, or anything in this universe. "I love you too Dylan. Always." ---------------------------------- I sincerely hope you enjoyed the final part of this story. I promise to start writing you something new soon, but this will have to keep you tied over for a while. I love and miss you immensely. xoxox

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storiesfromfpc · 8 years ago

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Back to the hotel III

From: T, Daddy Back at the Hotel pt3 Jul 19, 2017, 9:20 PM We move through the lobby of the hotel with blinders only, heading straight for the elevator, which seems to open magically upon our arrival, as if this hotel understand how desperately we need to get upstairs. We have the car to ourselves, and you lean against me, relishing the way my arms go automatically around you. Right then, it feels as though nothing can go wrong in our world. We step into the suite, and I look you up and down, my eyes filled with a dangerous kind of heat. "What?" Your voice is wary." "I think, my very dear girl, that you are in for a much deserved punishment." "Oh." You feel the tightening in your body simply from the though of my hand smacking you hard on the ass. Still though... "Why? Because I teased your earlier? That doesn't quite seem fair." "I do," I say, "but I'll tell you a little secret. It's the best excuse have for behind you over and feeling the sting on my palm." You lick your lips, the room suddenly turns warm, and you feel beads of moisture at the back of your neck and between your thighs. You reach back, holding the pillar to steady yourself. "Is that something you want?" You keep your voice low and even; it's damn sure something you want. "Right now," I reply, "I want it more than anything." I use the pad of my thumb to trace lightly along your jaw line. You close your eyes and draw a breath, suddenly unable to concentrate. "you know be better than anyone, Jenn. You know why." And you do know. You know I need you. That it's me who controls your pleasure even by controlling pain. That I need to know that I can take you to that limit. And that I need to know you want me to. And you do. "Take off your skirt." My voice is tight. "I---" I cut you off with a quick shake of my head. You get it, we're through talking. We're moving on. We're leaving the last 5 years behind. We're saying fuck you to the real work, and sliding into our bubble, which is just where we want to be. "You skirt." I repeat, my tone broaching no argument. "Yes sir," you say, and my slow approving smile slides over you as intimately as my hand upon your sex. Slowly, you reach down behind your back and unzip the skirt. You wiggle your hips and use your hands to ease it down until it falls in a circle at your feat. "Step out of it." I say, and you do. "Now the top. Pull it off. Toss it over there." Once again you comply. You feel the rush of air against your newly exposed skin, the sensation even more enticing considering how sensitive your nipples are from the clamps and how heavy your breasts feel simply from the minimal weight of the silver serpentine chain. You shiver, not from the chill of air, but from the anticipation of what is to come. You do not know exactly what I have in mind. You only know that you want it, and that it will be spectacular. You move your hands to the front clasp of your bra, but I shake my head. "No, I'll do that." I step closer, and you find it suddenly hard to breath, as if the air has now become as thick as liquid. You should be used to this by now -- the way I make your body hum, the way molecules seem to shimmer when I'm near you. You should be able to draw a breath without trembling, and stand beside me without feeling as though you will swoon. But you can't and I hope that day never comes. My hand brush the swell of your breast as I detach the rings. You gasp, surprised by the rush of sensation back to your nipples that is at least as enticing as the initial shock of contact when I put them on. I set the chain and rings on the bar, and then remove the bra, sending shocks of anticipation shooting through you. You close your eyes, expecting to feel my mouth close over you, my teeth grazing your nipple. But that sweet sensation doesn't come. Instead, my palms stroke down your arms, and my fingers closer around your wrists. Gently, I raise your hands above your head. "Keep your eyes closed," I whisper. Satin twines gently around your wrists before tightening, the pressure on pulling your hand flush with the pillar. "What are you---?" "Hush," I say. A moment later, you feel that same constriction around your other wrist. You try to move your arms, but they are bound in place, and you realize that I have used your bra to tie you to this pillar. "Clever." You say. "Enticing," I retort. "Can I trust you not to peek?" "Yes," you say. "Mmm." From my tone, you can tell I don't believe you, and you open your eyes to find me frowning at you. You grin sheepishly but I say nothing. I just turn and go to the bedroom, leaving you tied to a pillar in the living room, wearing nothing but your thigh high stockings, high heels, and strand of pearls. You twist your head, trying to see what I'm doing, but it's impossible. You listen, but you hear nothing. You close our eyes and say a silent prayer that I'm not leaving you here. Unfortunately, for you, you know damn well that you can't discount the possibility. "Dylan?" There's no answer." "Sir?" Again, the room remains silent. And you, alone and essentially naked, cant help but wonder how long I'll be gone. For that matter, you can't help but wonder what I'll do when I return. This may be your punishment, but you know that the reward, when it finally comes, will be more astounding. "And here I though you had more patience." You hear my voice, but there is no me. "And here I though you were going to fuck me. At the very least, you were going to spank me." Then I step up in from the bedroom, my stride long and easy, my back straight, my expression that of a man who knows he's going to get what he wants. "Frustrated, Mrs. Tash?" "Maybe I'm feeling a little cheated," you say. "I promise that you wont by the time I'm through with you. I didn't get to take you as far as I would have liked during our limo ride. I intend to remedy that now. Slowly, and very, very thoroughly." I have something in my hand, and it takes you a minute to realize it one of my ties. "Your eyes are open," I say. "Ah." You can hardly argue, as you're looking right at me. "Close them," I say, and you do. You feel the brush of silk over your eyes, and then the tug as I tighten the tie around the back of your head. My lips brush the corner of your mouth. "Nice," I say as my lips brush your ear. "Now everything you hear, everything you feel, every bit of pleasure, every hint of pain will come form me. So tell me babygirl, does that excite you? "You know it does." My lips graze your neck, and my once simple word seems to reverberate through you. "Why?" "You swallow, because it's not a question you expected. "Because--because you know me. Because you know what I can take. You know what I want. You know my limits, Dylan. And because you push them." "Good girl." I reach up and trace my fingers lightly along your collarbone, then over the strand of pearls. A moment later, I have removed the necklace. You hear the clink of pearls against pearls, as I crunch the strand in my lamp, then cup the hand over your breast. You told your head back and suck in air as I rub small circles over your nipple, massaging you with the hard, slick surface of the cluster of pearls. Then I open my hand more and feel you the brush of the necklace as I untangle it, and then rub the strand enticingly against the swell of your breast, your puckered areola, and your oh so sensitive nipple. "Dylan," you murmur as I trail he tip of the strand down your belly, careful to let only the smother surface of one stone tuck your skin. The sensation is intoxicating. The cool brush of the gem. The sweet anticipation of not knowing where the next touch will fall. You jump a little when the necklace grazes your pubis, then bite down on your lower lip, willing yourself to stand still. "When I touch you, I know I will find you desperately wet for me. Won't I, Jenn?" "Oh, God, yes." "Good." You hear ear the smile in my voice. "Now spread your legs for me." You do, and then moan when I draw the strand of pearls between your legs, back in forth, the strand becoming slick with your own arousal. Each perfect gem glides over your clit, and the sensation is maddening, right where you want it, and yet at the same time not quite there. Not quite enough. You squirm, shameless, wanting more. Hell, wanting it all. "Shhh." I say. I'm right in front of you, and I pull the strand free, making you whimper in protest. Then you feel my fingers on you, stroking and opening you. "Yes," you ay. You need to feel me inside you. You need to come, to explode, to release this maddening pressure. You hear the crunch of pearls in my hand again. Then I roll the cluster enticing over your desperate sex. You are being bombarded with sensations, buried in head. You're on the edge, desperately aroused, and on the verge of simply crying out and begging. What you're not expecting is for me to stretch you wide and slide the pearls inside you. "Dylan! What the--?!" I silence you with a kiss. "Quite," I say. "And stay still. And then I'm gone, and you're left naked and exposed and unsatisfied, your sex heavy from he knot of pearls inside you, and your body desperate for my touch, your mind spinning with possibilities. "Dylan?" You don't hear me at first, but you detect the slighted rattle from behind you. You strain against the bond that keeps your hand tight above you. You want to take off the blindfold. You want to see. You want me. It's no use though, and all your struggles do is shift the pearls ever more. Little shock waves burst through you, but not enough to bring you to the explosion that you so desperately crave. Damn me, for bring you to the edge and leaving you there. And this, you think, is part of the punishment I promised. You hear me moving about, but can't tell what I'm doing. There's the thud of a drawer, the clatter of cutlery. And then there is the even rhythm of my steps as I move toward you. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Your flush skin. Your hard nipples. Your lips parted as if waiting for my kiss. "I am waiting," you say, and are rewarded with the briefest touch of my lips upon yours. Brief, yes, but oh so powerful. Much like the bufferfly effect in chaos theory, that minuscule sensation has set off a chain reaction, sending sparks humming and dancing throughout your body. It's deliciously sweet, but it isn't enough. "Turn around," I say. "Um....?" You tug in your hands, still bound to the pillar about you. "Cross your wrists and turn." I say, and though you're dubious, you mange. You're now facing the pillar, through the blindfold you can see nothing, and your back is too me. "Good girl. Now slide down a bit. That's it," I add as you try to ease your hands down. You have to scoot back and end up with your chest almost parallel to the floor. The position shifts the pearls, and you draw in a shuddering breath. I run my palm over the curve of your rear, and you bite your lower lip in anticipation of a firmer touch. "Beautiful," I whisper, and then slide my fingers down. You're so we and so read, and my low moan if satisfaction sends another shiver through you. You swallow, expecting me to thrust my fingers inside you, but then I withdraw my hand, you you find yourself whimpering -- and hear me chuckling. "Soon. I have something else in mind, first. Your legs," I saw, tapping the inside of your thighs gently, "a bit wider." You comply again, your brow furrowed. That wasn't my hand upon your leg just then, but you're not sure what-- "It's interesting how many things one can find in a kitchen that entice," I saw, interrupting your thoughts. "This, for example, seems quite interesting." You feel something warm and flat press gently against your rear. The surface is slightly rough, and you cock your head without thinking, trying to figure out what it could be. "A simple wooden kitchen soon," I say, as if in answer. "Who knew it could be so tantalizing." ---------------------------- I sincerely hope you enjoy this, even with the cliff hanger. I promise, he rest is shortly behind. xoxoxo Sir

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Back to the hotel II

From: T, Daddy Back to the Hotel pt. 2 Jul 19, 2017, 7:52 PM You can only moan. Words are impossible, the power of speech obliterated by the violence of the emotions raging through you. I lean over, pushing the intercom button to ask the driver how close we are. Only a few blocks away. You don't know where to be relieved or frustrated when I tell the driver to circle the block until I say otherwise. I click off, smiling at you. I pour myself a shot of whiskey over ice, my eyes never leaving your face as I tilt the glass back and take a long, deep swallow before moving back to your side, the glass still in my hand. "Open," I say. You open your mouth, and I take out a cube of ice, holding it between two fingers and my thumb. I brush it gently over your lips and you open wider, reaching out with your tongue to taste the smooth liquor. It's gone too soon though, because I ease down until I'm holding the ice cube over your belly, three fat drops fall from the cube and long on your overheated flesh. The sensation is electrifying, and you arch up, gasping. Wanting. The droplets swirl on your skin with the motion, leaving a cool trail down to your pubic bone. Your skin quivers, your need like a palpable thing. I me your eyes, then slowly -- too damn slowly -- trails the cube between your thigh and the sensitive skin of your sex. your body bucks, and you're not certain if you're trying to escape because it's too much to bear, or if you're desperate for more. All you know is that you cannot escape. You are bound, tied down, and right now, I can do whatever I want with you. "Oh, god. Dylan, what are you doing?" You say. "Unless I'm doing it wrong, I'm getting you very, very worked up. And baby," I ass as I toss the tiny shred of ice that remains back into the glass, "I think I've succeeded." I ease back over to my seat and press the intercom button. "Once more around the block, and then you can take us to the hotel." It's then that you are certain, at least for now, that I'm not taking this any further. "Are you punishing me?" you ask. "Because right now, I'm really not above begging." I chuckle. "Punishing you? I was simply following your lead." "My lead?" You haven't got a clue what I'm talking about. My face flashes amusement. "You said you'd never gone down on me in a moving limo in Orlando. I assumed you'd never been tied down half naked in a limo. In Orlando, or elsewhere. Was I mistaken?" "Not mistaken." you say. "And I've never been fucked in a limo in Orlando, either." You ad, almost petulantly. "But you seem to have overlooked that." "Complaining, babygirl?" "Hell yes!" "You know, I'm tempted to keep you like this forever." My gaze trails slowly over every inch of you. The inspection is slow, lingering upon your breasts, your bare abdomen, and then your sex. You shudder as the muscles of your vagina clench with the need of me. "We could tour Central Florida by car, you splayed out in the back of a limo, open to my pleasure." "Or we could go back to the hotel this very second, and you could have your wicked way with me." You glance up at me and smile. "Your call, Mr. Tash," you say, shaking your bound hands. "But at the very lease, you have to untie me." ----------------- I know this is much shorter than you're used to by now. Reality is, it was supposed to be one long story, but obviously, as I told you, I ran out of time and characters last night. I hope you enjoy this at the very least, until I can get the next part written for you. I love you babygirl, xoxoxo

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Back to the hotel I

From: T, Daddy Back to the Hotel pt. 1 Jul 18, 2017, 10:35 PM "So you're really taking me to bed?" You ask me as we speed down Orange Ave in the back of the limo. "That's my current plan," I say. "Unless you object?" "Object? No." You're leaning against me, the space between our bodies hums with sexual energy. The orgasm that rocked you at the club didn't take the edge off at all. Instead it just rapped up your appetite, leaving you more intoxicated. You flash a mischievous smile, then shift position so that you're kneeling on the floorboard of the limo, your hands resting on my thighs. "But perhaps a tiny change of plans," you say, as you make quick work of the button fly of my jean. "Jenn..." My voice is fully of heat and amusement and a hint or warning. "What? I mean, fair is fair. You've never fingerfucked me in a club in Orlando before tonight. And unless I'm mistaken, I've never gone down on you in a moving limo through Orlando, either. That's another thing we can take off the list of to-dos." You slide your hand into my jeans, relishing in my low groan, as you stroke and tease, working your way into the fly of my boxers. I'm deliciously hard, as excited about the possibilities as you are. Slowly, you bend your head, but lift your eyes, so that you're looking me in the fact as you gently brush the tip of your tongue over my head. You see the shudder that runs through me, and something swells inside of you. Lust, power, possessiveness. Control. You know that it drives me insane not to be in charge. And you also know that of all the people in my life, you're the only one whom I'm willing to give that control to. In small doses, yes. But still, you get your moments and this is one of them. "Dear god, Jenn," I say, my voice tight. "Sometimes you surprise the hell out of me." You only smile. You want to taste me, touch me, and there is nothing keeping you from taking exactly what you want. Gently, you circle the base of my cock with your hand, the sensation like soft steel against your palm. You press your lips to the head of my cock, then draw me in, your tongue teasing me as you piston your mouth in time with the strokes of your hand. I'm already desperately hard, but you feel my body responding, tightening. You hear my low groans. You feel my fingers twining in your hair, then the tension filling my body as I come closer and closer, knowing that you are doing that to me. A ripple of passion cuts through me, and you feel the corresponding pressure in your sex as your body responds to my desire and to the knowledge that you have brought me to the brink. A sensual hunger courses through you, your own arousal as potent as if my fingers were stroking you. You writhe a bit, wriggling your hips in time with the need growing inside you. You are smug with satisfaction and the ripe knowledge that I am as turned on as you. And then you are shocked as hell when my hands closer around your rips and lift you up -- then dump you on the back seat and hook your legs over my shoulders. "What are you---" But you don't bother to finish the question. You know exactly what I am doing, and you're problem right when I lean forward, my hands stroking your thighs in time with the movement. I stoke my tongue over the delicate skin right next to the edge of your thong. A tremor runs through you body. "Dylan," you moan. "Holy shit." "Hold still." My breath burns hot upon your sex. "Don't move," I demand, and then ensures there's no way you can obey when I simultaneously flip on the vibrating plug, but also nip at the thong with my teeth, teasing your clit in the process. You cry out and arch up, both in surprise and from the nearly unendurable sensations that are ricocheting through your body. "Naughty," I say as I turn off the vibration, then cup your ass with my hands. "Lets see what we can do about that." You see the devious gleam in my eye and swallow. "I'll be still," you say. "Too late," I reply, then remove the plug, sending another wave of sensation rolling through your body in protests. I smile as I wrap it in a handkerchief and slip it in my pocket. "I think someone likes my toys. I'll have to think of more ways to play." "Oh, god, yes," you say impulsively, eager for whatever I want to bring on. I slide down your body, trailing kisses along your left leg as I ease down your stocking and reach the strap of your shoe. "This should do nicely." You bite your lip, uncertain of what I have in mind. "You realize that if you mess up my shoes, you're in serious trouble." you say. "Even if it gets you off?" I stroke your foot along the side of your arch which is exposed in these shoes. You close your eyes trying to think despite the assault upon a deliciously new erogenous zone. "Something's are as sacred as sex," you say. "Shoes among them." I chuckle. "Touche, Mrs. Tash." You feel my lips press to where the fingers once was and have to bite your tongue in order to remain still as ordered. "I'll be gentle." Your eyes widen as I take the seat belt and wrap it around your ankle. I click the buckle in place, and then tighten down the strap. After that, I flash you a smug grin. "One down." You are speechless, but also unable to move your left leg. "Dylan," you begin, but there's no point in protesting. You know I'm not going to stop, and the truth is, you don't want me to. Now less see what I can do about this one," I move without hesitation to the panel, open it and remove the white first aid box. You prop up on your elbows. "First aid? What exactly are you doing?" You're teasing of course, well, mostly. My eyes meet yours, and then I slide my hand slowly up your thigh, and cup your sex. "Surprising you." You swallow. Had you really believed that you had even an iota of control? Whatever control you had when we started this adventure is gone. You are mine to do with as I please, and the simple fact only makes you that much more excited. "Lay back, baby. Lay back, and trust me." You comply, because you do trust me. You watch as I unroll the ace bandage from the first aid kit, and then carefully wind it around your ankle. I thread one end of the bandage through part of the seat frame that you can't see and then make a knot. You try to move your legs, but you can't. You're completely trussed up. Completely open. And completely turned on. "Dylan." Your voice is low and gravely with desire. "Dylan, please." "Please what? Please touch you?" Just the though of my hands upon you is enough to make you squirm with anticipated pleasure. "Yes," you say. "God, yes. Touch me. Fuck me. Please, Dylan, I want you." Tonight had been one long tease, and you have cross the line to desperation. "Mmmm." I shift my position, rising from the floor to perch on the edge of the seat across from which your spread. You reach for me, craving my touch against your now exposed sex, bust just before you can place a hand upon my leg, I shake my head. "No. Arms above your head. There you go," I add when you stretch out as ordered. I reach out, my hand hovering above your breasts. Beneath the beaded tank top, your nipples are already tight and erect and deliciously sensitive from the clamps with which I have bestowed earlier. You bite your lower lip, craving my touch. The slighted brush against your breast. A soft caress upon your nipple. Anything to relieve the growing, heavy pressure. Of course, I deny you. Instead, I move my still hovering hand slowly down the length of your body -- your breasts, your belly, your very aching cunt, then all the way down your legs until even your toes are wiggling in a futitle attempt to draw me closer. It doesn't work. I never touch you, just skim along over a pocket of air that is hurning hotter and hotter, as if your trapped beneath an electric blanket with no way to throw it off and cool down. Not even the air conditioning is blowing between your legs. The only sensation is the tiny brush of material over your sex brough on by the motion of the limo and your own pulse, which is pounding so hard that it's make your clothing quiver with each beat of yoru heart. My voice is little more than a murmur. "So tell me, Jenn, can you imagine the touch of my fingertip upon the inside of your thigh? The way your body would tighten up in responce to a touch that is neither a caress nor a tickle?" "I--yes." Your wordsare so low that you doubt that I have heard you. It doens't matter though. I continue on. "A sensual dance, like a brush of a feather over your panties. A hooked fingertip to tug them aside. And then what, Jenn? What kind of touch do you want then?" You don't answer, because I have moved -- not between your legs where you sex now throbs inresponce to both my sensual tone and the erotic nature of the words themself, but higher so that my hip is near your chest and my hands are clevering twining your wrists with the nylong webbing of the farthers seat belt. "Dylan, what--?" You don't bother to finish the question, because I have finished and you know what I am doing. I was binding your hands as I have done your legs so that you are fully strappeddown, bound in this long, leather bench in the back of a limo. "Do you want it, Jenn? Do you want me to fuck you? "You know I do." You keep your voice calm, even though you want to screem. I cock my head."What was that?" I ask, and you almost cry with frustration. "Yes," you say. "Please, sir." You see my smile is slow and a little too self-satisfied. I move toward you, and see that I have a small pair of bandage scissors in my hand. I slide the blade under the lace of your thong, snip twice, and then rip the material free. You ache and shudder, your body begging as much as your words. "Please, Dylan. Please, fuck me." "Believe me, Mrs. Tash, there is nothing I'm looking forward to more. But no, I don't think so. Not yet." You actually whimper. I bend forward to whisper in your ear. "What if I told you to touch yourself? But no, you can't do that, either." You tug at the belt holding your hands, but you're not going anywhere. You can shift right and left a little, but not for the most part, where I have bound you is where you'll stay. I reach down and pluck up the hem of your skity, maning to maneuver without actually touching your skin, despite the way your back arches up, as if your body is determined to try even though your mind knows it's futile. After a moment, I have your shirt pulled up, exposing the lacy bra and serpentine chain that stretches over your very erect nipples. I run my finger over the chain, then give it a gentle tug, causing you to arch up as hot threads of electricity sizzle through you body, racing from your breasts to your throbbing cunt. "Oh baby. I love how hot you get, how your body responds. Do you know what it does to me, knowing that you have given yourself over so fully to me? No barries, no inhibitions. Just mine. To touch, to tempt, to tease." "Anything you want." Your voice is raw with passion. "Anything you need." "I'm very glad to hear it," I say as I move away from you to sit on the bench that runs the length of the limo. "Right now, I just want to look at you. The flush on your skin. Your cunt, swollen and wet and begging for me. Your hard nipples and the rise and fall of your chest as you try to control your breathing. It makes me hard, Jenn, so goddamned hard to see you liek this, laid out and wanting, and knowing that I'm the one who brought you here." --------------------------- I hate to break it off like this, but I've ran out of time and characters. I hope you can enjoy none the less, even if the clifhangger is more of tease than the story itself. I love you, and I miss you like crazy. xoxoxo

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downtown

From: T, Daddy DownTown Jul 16, 2017, 9:06 PM According to anyone in the know, Sams' Shoe Repair is one of the hottest and most exclusive clubs in Orlando. The venue is small and crowded, and the patrons are as polished and bright as the modern interior. It's funky, and fun -- and at the moment, I don't think you could care less. Your body is on fire, too teased my by sweet torture. The limo ride was bad enough, demanding that you sit with your knees apart and your hands on either side of you, palms on the soft leather of the seat. I dressed you in a shelf bra before we left, leaving your still-chained nipples exposed. In the limo, they brushed against the black silk of your beaded tank top, the sensation making you squirm. And that caused all sorts of other shocks, quivers, and pulses to ricochet through your body. I sat across from you, sipping Scotch and watching you with such passion that you spent the entire ride in a constant state of unsatisfied arousal. The ride, unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you was short, but now that we're here, you want nothing more than to go back to the hotel. Dancing, drinking, none of that holds any appeal. All you want is my mouth on yours, my hands on your bare skin and my cock deep inside of you. Unfortunately, you know you wont be getting what you want any time soon, so you draw in a breath and try to focus despite the sensual haze in which you're currently living. "You're glowing," I say with a self-satisfied smile. "Glowing?" you repeat? "Jesus, Dylan, I'm practically radioactive." "Mmm," I say, looking you up and down. "So I see." I pull you to one side so that your back is up against a smooth wooden wall. I press my hands on either side side of you and lean in close. "On edge a bit, babygirl?" "Just a tad." You catch the sent of me -- the whiskey on my breath, the deep, spicy smell of my arousal -- and it works on you like the most potent of aphrodisiacs. In addition to your sparkly black top, your decked out in a black skirt, thigh high stockings, a tiny red thong, and very, very fuckable heals. You take one step away from the wall, and lift yourself on the heels, gripping my shoulders for balance. "I'm still trying to decide if I should thank you for this," you whisper. "Or if I should figure our a way to get revenge." "While I'm very intrigued by the possibility of being at your mercy," I say, "we both know that you're as turned on as I am." I slide my arm around your waist and pull you towards me. Our hips meet, and you can feel my erection pressing hard against you. "I am," you admit, sliding your hand down between our bodies to stroke my cock through my jeans. The corner is dark and secluded, but I think you would have stroked me even if we were on the dance floor. You're intoxicated by lust, emboldened by passion. And since I'm not shifting your hand away, you know that I am too. "I'm hot and horny and desperately wet," you murmur, moving your hand in time with your words. You feel me growing even harder and smile with knowledge or your own power. "Do you know what I wanted in the limo, Dylan? I wanted you on your knees in front of me. I wanted your hands on my thighs spreading me wide, and I wanted your tongue on my clit." I'm close enough that you can feel the quickening of my pulse and my quick shallow breaths. "I wanted to feel my nipples tighten when you tug on this chain, and my body tense around this plug when you made me cum, so hard and so fast that you'd have to carry me into this club." "Holy fuck," I whisper, my voice so soft that you can barely hear it. "So yes," you continue as if I haven't heard you. "I am turned on." You stroke my cock slowly, because at least for this one moment you have turned the tables on me. "But what I wanted I didn't get. And that, daddy, is why I want revenge." "You make a very good argument, sweetheart." "I pride myself on those skills, and many more..." I step back from you, my eyes gleaming mischievously, then hold out my hand. "Come with me." "Where are we going?" "Come with me and find out." I lead you through the crowded club full of beautiful people, who are much more interested in each other than us. You are obviously relieved. I lead you to the terrace, and we step outside. You pause a moment to take it all in -- the candles that illuminate the patrons in a surreal glow. The plush leather sofas and love seats that dot the terrace. Some are in a cluster near colored lights, and provide a place for energetic dancers to rest and get a drink. Others are secluded and tucked away in dark corners, for lovers to curl up together and soak in the atmosphere. We weave among the other patrons to one of the love seats tucked in a dark corner. I sit, and you start to sit beside me. "No," I say and pull you into my lap so that you're straddling my leg, the muscle of my thigh pressing enticingly against the hard knot in your ass as you face me. You exhale, making a little ahhh sound as shimmers or awareness crash through you. "Trouble, dear?" You lift a brow, and rock your hips, grinding your rear against me and if my face is any indication, your lap dance is driving me a little crazy too. "No trouble at all, sir." You say, as primly as you can mange despite your body being on fire. "Christ, Jenn..." I tug you forward so that you are still straddling me, but now you can feel my denim clad erection against the bare skin of your thigh above your stocking. you meet my eyes, your heart pounding wildly, then moan when my mouth crushes against yours. One of my hands is around your waist, holding you in place at the small of your back. The other slides under your skirt, my fingers finding the thin strip of silk that make sup the thong, a then start to move in slow, easy, circles calculated to drive you crazy. "Dylan," you whisper, "someone might see." "I want you. Right now. I want to watch you explode in my arms." "But---" you look around. There doesn't seem to be anyone paying attention, and in this dark corner, it's not obvious where my hands are hidden. My fingers curve inside you, finding that spot only I can, and whatever protests you may have had are erased right then. My thumb presses against your pubic bone as if your body is a handle, and you gasp as I roughly pull you closer. "Now," I repeat, "I want you cumming in my arms." "Yes," you say, because you're too wrecked, too wanton, to say anything else. Right now, I think you'd let me lay you out on the dance floor and fuck you with a crowd cheering us on. I wouldn't though, and deep inside, under this haze of passion and lust, you know that. We're still in our bubble, hidden in the dark, buried in the corner. But I need this. The same man who once told you that I don't do public sex. Because that's not what this is about. I need you lost in my arms as much as you need to lose yourself in me. "Yes," you repeat, because it's the only word you can mange through your jumble of thoughts and emotions. "Oh, god, Dylan, please, yes." "Good girl," I say, sliding my hand off your back. You're vaguely aware that I have thrust it in my pocket, but that is not the hand that interests you. Instead, all of your thoughts are centered on the fingers teasing under your skirt, playing with your clit, making you bite your lip so that you don't rock back and forth with these building sensations. You're just a girl, sitting on her husbands lap, after all. Not like a woman about to cum like she has never cum before from the intimate way that said husband is fingerfucking her. Just a girl sneaking a brief kiss. Just a girl... "Oh, God!" You cry, but your shout is swallowed by my hard mouth over yours. The orgasm rips through you, not just because my expert fingers have played you so well, but because of the surprising, shocking, and totally mind blowing vibrations of the plug which I have filled youw ith. You want to scream with delight, to writhe and make the sparks build again and again. You want this whirlwind of pleasure to keep pulling you up and up, and the fact that you can't, the fact that you need to stay quiet and still, only increasing the fever that is burning through you. All too soon, or possibly hours later, rationality returns to you. Your heart is pounding against your rib cage. You feel as though you have sprinted a mile. And when you lick your lips, you taste blood. You rub your mouth, but it's not yours, and it takes you a second to realize you bit down on my lip, not yours. "Are you okay?!" "Baby, you can bite me anytime." "Oh my god," you say. "Oh my god." And then, "You didn't tell me it did that!" I pull my hand out of my pocket to reveal the remote control for the plug. "A man had to keep a few surprises." You sigh contentedly, and then slide off of me. You curl up next to me on the love seat, discreetly adjusting your clothes. "Wow," you say, "that was unexpected." I grin playfully at your words. "And is unexpected good?" "Yeah," you say. "Unexpected is very good." My arms are around me, my hand resting on your hip. After a moment, my lips brush over your ear and you shiver from the butterfly soft touch, and then immediately laugh when you hear my words... "Your ass is vibrating." You lift your brows. "Is that a euphemism for what you just did to me?" "Complaining?" "Hell, no." You say. "Good, but no, it's not a euphemism. It's your phone." "Must have kicked over to voice mail, it can wait." For a moment, there is only silence between us. No, that's not true. Where you and I are concerned, there is never just silence. There is heat, and electricity and lust and need, all harnessing the power of the universe to pull us together. And how can you be expected to fight physics? You step toward me, sliding comfortably in the circle of my arms, right where you belong. "Do you want to dance?" you ask. "No," I say, my tone sending ripples of heat through you. "I want to take you to bed." ------------------------- I thought the last one was slow and so you could use something to actually enjoy if you find yourself in the mood. I love you to the moon and stars, Mrs. T. xoxoxo,

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storiesfromfpc · 8 years ago

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My love

From: T, Daddy My Love Jul 16, 2017, 2:35 PM I just want you to know that I miss you dearly. I miss our lazy weekends together, where we don't do anything but clean up the house and go grocery shopping. Just spending time together was all of the party we needed together. And I miss you. I miss being with you, feeling you lean on me while we watch TV. Frustrating you to no end because I never hold your hand the "right way" the first time when we get in the car. The feel of your thigh under my hand when you wear your shorts in the truck. The way you always support me when you know I'm getting frustrated, simply by putting your hand on my back. The silly things you do like grabbing my butt, after I swat yours, knowing I'm ticklish as hell. The way your brow wrinkles when I stick my foot in my mouth and say something stupid, or when you roll your eyes at me knowing it makes my palm itch. I miss the taste of you on my lips. I miss the taste of your lips. Making out for what seems like hours, until our lips are bruised and chapped, until you bite my lip to the point that it bleeds -- just to be a brat and see if it'll make me spank you. I miss the way you always curl yourself against me, whine at me when I start to fall asleep and "whyyyyy diddd youuuuu stopppp touchiiinnnngggg meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." I miss when I started keeping another blanket on my side of the bed so I didn't have to fight with you in the middle of the night when you stole all of the comforter -- only to wake up cold because you stole that one too. I miss your freezing cold feet on my in the middle of the night. I miss your bad breath morning kisses. I miss your perpetual lateness, even if I wake you up early. I miss that look that we give each other when we're at parties, the one that says I love you without saying a word, from all the way across the house. I miss you being mad at me for saying I'm going to do the dishes and forgetting. I miss coming home to you shaking your ass while vacuuming to Childish or Chance. But most of all, I miss you. My wife. My best friend. My life partners. My ride or die. My one and only. My forever and always. My babygirl. My sweetheart. My darling. My babe. My butthead. My gorgeous. My beautiful. I love you BG, always. xoxoxo

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storiesfromfpc · 8 years ago

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Vacation

From: T, Daddy

Vacation Jul 16, 2017, 7:52 PM I can’t wait to be home with you so we can take our first weekend “staycation” to a hotel in Orlando. Just to get away from everything. Spend the say at Disney or at the springs, and our nights… well…

“There” I say, as soon as we’re back in our suite, pointing to the area in front of the window, and you move without hesitation. The drapes are open with the window of our suite overlooking downtown. “That’s it,” I say. “I want to watch as the sky darkens and the city lights rise behind you. I want to see the sunset reflected on your skin, and the glitter of the night lights shining on your hair.”

I stride towards you, all strength and power, and a confidence that borders on arrogance. This is not the man who spent nearly 5 years in a Federal prison. No this is the man building and empire. The man that you know, the man that you crave.

This is the man who takes charge – who simply takes. And tonight, all you want is for me to take you.

Your body trembles as I approach, my eyes never leaving yours. I reach our and my fingertips brush your neck, flicking over the pearl necklace that you still wear. It’s the slightest contact but it reverberates through you like an explosion.

You suck in air and tilt your head to the side, elongating your neck for me. I leave a trail of goose bumps on your neck before my fingertips gently graze the weave of your dress along your shoulder, and then once again stroke the sensitive skin down your bare arm.

I break contact and step away, leaving you at a loss.

“Yes,” I say, as if in answer to my own question. “This is how I want to see you, stranding naked before the world. I want to look at you and know that you are mine.”

“You know I am.” Your words are soft, barely a whisper.

“Say it.” I command.

“I’m yours,” you say, because you mean it. More than that, you understand why I want to hear you. I’m taking back control that had been wrenched from me, and I’m taking it back through you.

I move my hand to the zipper at the back of your dress, and then slowly tug it down. Slowly, I brush the dress off your shoulders. It falls to the floor, a circle of red like the pedals of a rose, leaving you in your newly purchased lingerie – a demi cup bra in deep purple and matching thong panties. I look you up and down, and there’s no mistaking the heat in my eyes.

“Come with me.” I take your hand and lead you a few steps closer to the window. It’s not floor to ceiling, but it’s close and we’re right up against it. Another step and the window ledge would hit you right above the knees. I am right behind you, my hands on your shoulders and the denim of my jeans rough and cool against your bare ass. In front of us, Orlando is spread wide.

Slowly I reach around and unfasten the front clasp of your bra, easing the straps off your arms and I drop the garment to the floor, as you instinctively try to cover yourself. “No,” I say simply as I bring my arms down along yours, holding you firmly at the wrists, your arms now at your sides.

“But the window,” you say, looking at at the stores and offices that rise up around us. “The other buildings.”

“No one is watching. The glass is tinted and there are no lights on in here. No one can see.”

You relax instantly.

“But even if they could…” my voice trails off as I release your wrists. My hands stroke your body, one trailing up until I find your breast and the tight, puckered skin of your areola. The pad of my thumb flicks roughly over your nipple, and you gasp from the deep, decadent pleasure. My other hand slips down until I sneak under the band of the thong to brush over your damp, trimmed pubic hair. I tease you, my fingers forming a V as I glide over your folds, coming so close to your clit that you want to cry our and beg me to, please, just touch you.

“What if that’s why I wanted?” I whisper, as I press my lips to the back of your neck, lowering myself to trail kisses down your spine, leaving you shivering in the wake of my touch. The sun has set, and the would is quickly going dark, turning the window into a mirror. You meet your own eyes in the reflection, see your face soft with desire.

“What If I wanted you naked before the world, your legs parted, and your cunt wet for me?” I am behind you on my knees, my hand stroking the curve of your hips. My breath teases the small of your back as much as my words tease your imagination. The reality is, you don’t give a damn about the windows, tinted or not. You don’t care who sees, you only want is to surrender to my touch, my hands on you, my tongue stroking you, my cock deep inside you.

“Dylan–” My name sounds wrenched from you.

“Does it excite you?” I ask as I stand, my body slowly sliding against yours, the brush of my clothing rough against yours. “Not knowing who might be watching, but knowing that I want you like this? That I want the whole goddamned universe to look down on us and know no matter what, you belong to me?” I rest my left hand on your hip, my thumb hooked in the band of your panties while my other brushes over your belly and eases down under the triangle of silk again.

You’re desperately wed, almost painfully turned on, silently praying for my touch, but once again it doesn’t come. Instead you hear only my words. “I want you to tell me, Jenn, does it turn you on?”

You fight to speak. “Keep going,” you manage. “Touch me and see for yourself.”

Your hear my smile reflected in my chuckle, my fingers brush your skin but don’t go south. “Not unless I hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathe.

My lips are in your hair, and you feel the reverberation of my words as I whisper, “Me, too.”

You close your eyes, expecting my touch, craving it. But it still doesn’t come. Instead you feel the brush of my fingers over your brand new thong – and the pressure as I rip it at the back seem. You gasp – surprise, yes, but also aroused by the violence of the action and the rush of cool air against your sex as I pull your panties away.

“What are you–?”

“Shhh,” I say. “Lean forward, hands on the glass. No, don’t argue. Beautiful,” I ass when you comply, and then punctuate my words by stroking your now completely bare ass. “Now, spread your legs for me. Oh, god, Jenn,” I groan. “Do you have any idea how bad I want you?”

“You have me.”

I slide my hands up over your hips, trailing up the curve of your waist. I press my body against yours, my chest against your back and my hands upon your breasts. “I do, but I’m not taking you, not yet.”

A tremor runs through you, part frustration, part anticipation. You’re so hot, so ready, and you don’t know what to expect or where I am taking this. You only know that you want to find out.

“Stay put,” I say. “Don’t touch yourself. Don’t put your legs together. You’ll cum when I let you, Jenn, but not before. Break my rules and I promise you won’t like the punishment.”

You swallow and not. “But where are you going?” You call as I disappear into the bedroom. You get no answer, and close your eyes in frustration, hyperaware of every inch of your body. Of the dampness at the back of your neck along your hairline. Of the tiny hairs upon your skin, standing up as if electrified, caught in the storm that is me. Mostly though, you aware of the aching in your cunt.

You do not touch, though you desperately want to, and you’re aware of every movement of your body, every brush of air. You can feel your pulse beating in your sex, and your muscles clenching with longing. You are need personified, and what you need is me.

I am only gone for minutes, but it seems like hours, lost in your own reflection. A nude woman, against a shiny surface, a dream world of city lights blazing behind her. When I return, I have something in my hand and I set it on the table behind you. You cant see what it is, but you can hear the clink of metal on glass.

“Dylan?” You ask, your voice wary. “What are you doing?”

I come around in front of you, then gently take your hands off the glass, easing you back up straight. A slow grin lights my face, and you see both amusement and heat in my eyes. You expect my answer before I say it – “What I want, Jenn. Always, what I want.”

You lick your lips. “And what is that?”

“To give pleasure.” I move behind you, to the table, and then return with something in my hand.

I open one hand to reveal a silver serpentine chain, connected by two rings, each with too small metal balls on them. The balls pull apart, creating and opening, then snap back together when the pressure is released. They are nipple clamps and you shiver from the idea of pain mixed with pleasure.

You moan as I slowly caress your breast. I catch your nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and then squeeze tight. You gasp, relishing the sharp sensation, the pleasure edging toward pain. With my fingers tight, I roll the hard nub and you bite down on your lip as electricity sparks through you, racing from your breasts to your wet, throbbing cunt.

“Dylan.” You’re not sure what you’re demanding, you can barely form thoughts, much less words. All you know is desire. All you want is more. Hell, all you want is everything.

As if in answer to your demand, I spread the rounded ends of the ring, then gently release it, causing the cold silver to clamp against your nipple. There’s more pressure now than I have ever applied before, and you such in air, surprised at first by the fiery pain. It fades soon, though, and you moan in pleasure at the warmth that ripples through you as your body adjusts to the tantalizing torture.

“We’ve gone so far together, Jenn,” I murmur as I attach the other one. “I’m going to take you even farther. I want to balance on the edge with you, and see you open and wide and wild.”

Your breating is ragged. You’re hyper aware of your breasts, of my touch. And when I slide my hand down between your ass, my fingers finally – finally – find you hot and wet and wanting, you cannot help but moan aloud.

I want to give you everything, Jenn,“ I say as I thumb brushes your anus and you feel the slick lube of your own arousal. "I want the universe to spread wide before you, and I want to be the one who sends you tumbling over, shooting off into space, without control, without inhibitions. You feel the firm increased pressure, then gasp as something small and well-lubed slips inside of your rear.

"And, Jenn,” I say, my voice rough with passion. “I want to be the one who tethers you and brings you back.

"You are,” You whisper. You are as unraveled by my words as you are by the riot of sensations storming through you. “Oh, god, Dylan. You know you are.”

I move to face you, and then stroke your cheep. With a fervency you don’t expect, I pull you close. You gasp as your raw, chained nipples brush against my shirt, but I silence you with a veracious kiss.

“Please,” you beg when I release you. You are helpless. You are melting. The pressure on your nipples sends shocks arching through your body. The wicked plug fills you, opening you, making you hyper aware of every movement and sensation.

“Please what?” I whisper. “Tell me what you want, Jenn.”

“You Dylan. Always you. Only you. I want you to touch me.” You reach for me, fisting your hand sin my shirt. “I want you to fuck me because I’m not entirely sure I can survive without feeling you inside me right now.”

“I want that, too,” I say and you sag with relief. “But we’re going to have to risk your imminent demise,” I add with a very wicked grin. “Because I have something else in mind first…”

————————————— I sincerely hope you enjoy part one, babygirl. I can assure you, it only gets better from here. xoxoxo

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