This is partly true...
Showing posts with label pleasure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pleasure. Show all posts
LOVE INTOXICATED
Sigh…
Anne had been working for this financial company for nearly 10 years now; giving her all, actually too much to climb the leader of success. Now looking back she realize that’s she’s got what she wanted…she’s got a home, well a mansion, a booming career…yes that’s all she ever wanted, or was it? It suddenly dawns on her that something was amiss. And like may career woman; she knows it’s a man and possibly kids. Yes the now familiar empty feel always grips her heart the moment she walks into her empty home at night.
adultfriendfinder mauritius membership
“Alone again”, she mumbles to herself when she enters her home, tired and worn from a hectic day at work, but instead of relaxing she went straight to her study, opened her briefcase to go thorough the new applications for the new interns. “Damn, at least they could’ve included some pictures to make it interesting”, she said to herself. After reading through all the application she picked some prospective ones and got up for that long awaiting bath. Just then the phone rings. “Oh man…” she mumbled again irritated. She’s so tired and just wants to get in a hot bath. It was her sister, trying to get her to accompany them for a night out. “Please Shari; I had enough of blind dates.” Oh, c’mon Anne, it’s nothing like that. We’re just a bunch of friends going to have a good time, ok”. Anne pondered before she answers. Truth is, tonight she’s definitely not in the mood for her own company. So with a little hesitation, she agreed to meet them at the club around the corner. Luckily it’s near her home. She went through her bathing routine without any special effort for her night out. But felt a little excitement when she put on her underwear. One thing about Anne is that although she’s a formidable business woman, she’s all women. She loves sexy underwear; it makes her feel and act very sexy… After locking her door, she triples down the chairs to her car and says with a smile, “Here we go…night, here I come!” In the car-park She reaches the club just as her sister pulled into the car park. She’s always glad to see her sister, but hate it when she gets coupled up with some poor loser who thinks he’ll get laid. She went along with it at first, but soon gave up; meaningless sex is not for her…. Shari was her usual sparkling self, grinning from ear to ear to see Anne already there. Surprisingly she’s alone tonight and not with the usual bunch that normally accompany her. The sisters’ shares a tight bond, since childhood even though their personalities are like night and day. They hug each other close and walked arm-in-arm to join the rest of the group, seemingly some new college pals of Shari.
In the club
The smoky interior of the club immediately makes Anne feeling light headed as soon as they make their way through the dancing couples on the floor. From the corner of her eye she sees a group of young guys and a few guys waving at them. “C’mon Anne, let me go and introduce you to my new friends. Loosen up sis; I promise you’ll have a great time.” Anne already regrets coming here. She’s already 32 and this group of people can hardly be 21. She can kick herself for giving in to Shari’s demands, but also knows that Shari hardly takes no for an answer and would’ve dragged her out of the house. At the table she was introduced around the table and couldn’t help blushing for the obvious admiring glances of the male students. There was one in particular that caught her eye. She reprimands herself however for even thinking in that way about guys this young. Surprisingly she loosened up after a glass of wine and was even asked to dance a couple of times, except by Clint, the guy she’s been eyeing since introduced to him. She notices that he only had some mineral water; must be a nerd…she thought to herself. The few times he spoke, she was drawn by his husky sexy voice. Oh well, she might as well enjoy herself, he certainly won’t be interested in someone like her. It was much later when they finally exited the club into the cool breeze of the night. Although Anne doesn’t stay far from the club, Shari insisted that Clint drive behind Anne to make sure she gets home safe. That’s the last thing Anne needed as she don’t have much time for the handsome stuck-up guy right now. He hasn’t said a word to her the entire evening and now he’s the one that must see to it that she gets home safe. She’ll get Shari for this tomorrow.
Anne’s car
Anne drove at a slow pace while humming to herself, more so because she feels nervous about the gorgeous hunk following her. Oh dread, now she have to talk to him… hmmm which I could thank him my way instead, she thinks to herself, grinning. Oh God, she’s soaking wet, just by thinking about his hot body.
Home
The mansion stood like a giant intruder in her sight. “Well Anne, alone again”, she said to herself. She pulls into her driveway and sees that he’s parked right behind her. She wants to shout at him that she’s ok now; he can leave, but stop mid-way when he gets out of his car, moved to her passenger side and motioned for her to open the door. “What now?” She asked under her breath. Is he going to give me a lecture on my driving now? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if there was a problem, but he looked angry. He just sat there looking at her with those smoldering eyes. Anne was dumbfounded, what was this guy’s problem, but something in his eyes stirred some emotions that have got her tingling all over, and so far he hasn’t said a word. “Oohh”, Anne moans when he suddenly grabed her and kissed her with so much passion that she lost her breath. His hands were all over her, and when they came up for breath he said “I wanted to do that the whole night”. “What? You big idiot, why didn’t you say anything? I want you just as much!” Anne cried out. He looked genuinely surprised at her words. Surely this gorgeous woman can’t possibly feel this raw emotions he’s been feeling since he laid eyes on her tonight. He never knew Shari had such a fabulous sister. Without a word Anne got out and told him in a voice full of emotion, “Want to come in for coffee?” He just smiled and walked with her hand-in-hand to the door. When they entered she led them to the kitchen and asked him how he takes his coffee. His answer to this was, “The hell with the coffee; I want you”. He picked her up and carried her to the couch… No words were needed as they explored each others’ bodies while kissing frantically. They were naked in no time. Clint moved between Anne’s legs and he first stared in wonder at her swollen clit, admiring her beauty and enjoying her musky odor. He rubed with his right hands fingers over her clit and can feel her body contract with the sensitivity of his touch. He keep on rubing and then inserted a middle finger to play with her g-spot…Anne was soon on the brink of a orgasm when he withdrew his fingers…and waited for her to calm down. He blew on her pussy with his warm breath and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue….first kissing her rosy lips softly and then starting to tongue fuck her rhythmically…Anne was squirming under his erotic onslaught, whispering his name, urging him on with her hips…when she was close to Cuming again he stopped and moved up to her mouth…he was rock hard, Anne needed no encouraging and started sucking him with gusto…tasting him…licking up and down his shaft, moaning….”ooohhh, you taste so good”. Anne was beyond herself and could feel him build up as he was growing bigger, but he pushed her away, then moved down put his penis at her cave of pleasure and entered her with a shudder, riding her slowly and then fiercely as she shouts, “harder Clint….oohhh harder please, I want it all…!” He fucked her hard …and she came with a squirt and he followed suit, filling her up…his cum dripping from her pussy. They lay spent, and Anne can’t be sure, but she imagined he said just before falling asleep, “I love you Anne”.
The next morning
Anne woke with a start. She was alone with a dripping pussy full of Clint’s cum. She tried putting him out of her mind and went to her routine as usual. But it wasn’t that easy, as she rbers every single detail of their love making. “I am so deep in trouble. I’m in love for the first time in my life and don’t even have the guy’s phone number. Who’s the idiot now?”
The boardroom
Anne had to interview the new interns and can’t wait for it to be over. She sigh a relieved when it was finally over. Now she can take a break before she meets the new head of her department. She hopes that the boss’ son doesn’t give her a hard time. She likes the way things are running here now, and junior better not try and change it. She knows she’s only 2 years his senior, but still… She heard the door open and closed but didn’t look up from the stack of papers in front of her, assuming its Margi her PA. When she finally looks up, irritated by the girl’s silence, she dropped her pen, staring at those smoldering piercing eyes. “Clint? You’re Clint de Wet? But…but…” “Yes Anne” he said in a quiet voice. Looking at him now, she can see he’s as shocked as her. “Anne please”, he started, thinking that she must think he planned all that had happened between them. “Shhhh”, Anne said. “What now, Clint?” “Anne, I love you. I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you last night.” So she wasn’t imagining things. He does really love her , Anne thought to herself.
She was in his arms in seconds; kissing him passionate, not caring who might walk in on them.
"Oh my, I’m so glad he’s not as young as he looks; 30 aren’t that bad”.
Love in the Library
A young woman looking for fantasy fiction finds reality better
"Good morning, Miss. I've got your usual station reserved for you, if you would just like to follow me."
adultfriendfinder mauritius membership
Damn, it's the school ma'am; Tuesday is usually The Angel at this time. Oh well she might be in later I suppose.
I don't wait for the librarian and head off on my own, I've been coming here at least three times a week for the last 5 years and can find my own way to the warm oak desk that has almost become my own. She tags along just to be sure, I suppose it's part of the job, but I'm too tired to join in the whispered small talk. I place my hand on the back of the leather upholstered chair, my index finger resting in the place where the missing metal stud should be and I feel at home.
With a curt, unfelt 'Thank you, ' I dismiss the school ma'am and move to the rack of books behind my desk and find the tome I was reading the last time and heave the heavy, leather bound book back to my desk and settle down to read.
"Don't stare." I hear a voice whisper to my left and a young child's voice answer "But mummy, that lady is following the words with her finger and her lips are moving, you said only little girls do that when they read."
I ignore the brat as it is dragged away, hopefully to be chided for its grossly uncivilised behaviour. Self consciously I try to stop myself mouthing the words as I read, but the flow dries up and I make a conscious decision not to let the miserable kid ruin my pleasure, but the spell is broken and I stop to take a drink from the bottle of water in my bag.
Sitting back I let my mind wander as I take the roll call of my fellow bibliophiles. To my left and 3 stations behind is Bruno, his tweed jacket smelling of damp from the rain this morning, mixed with the heavy pipe tobacco that gave me his name.
To my right is Florence, named for the way she speaks with a slight Italian accent and her apparent insatiable love of tomato sandwiches.
I wasn't surprised that Miss Marple was missing, she was an infrequent visitor on Tuesdays, presumably having to make time to go to the post office to collect her pension, and anyway this morning's rain would have set off her cough so I am not disappointed she has gone awol.
Until Bruno pushed back his chair and snapped his book closed, and from the sound I knew he had finished his novel, I wasn't aware of time passing, the words flying off the page to create a world in my mind. He shuffles to the desk and speaks sotto voce to the librarian, although with this old buildings acoustics he may as well have been shouting, and in some ways it would have been easier to ignore if he had, there was something about a whisper that just cried out to be listened to.
I check my watch, the hands making the perfect vertical line of six o'clock and I decide to stay a bit longer and return to my fantasy world in the pages of my book.
I roll my head and feel a crick in my neck, but I'm not ready yet to go home, especially as I hear the sound of metal tipped heels on the tiled floor, The Angel has arrived. I continue to try to ease the stiffness in my neck as her voice floats across the room, like water rushing breathlessly over submerged rocks as she apologises to the school ma'am for being late.
In comparison to The Angel's voice, the other woman's is harsh as she berates her colleague for being so inconsiderate and proceeds to put things in her hand bag in a way that just screams her bad temper before stomping out.
Although I've never actually heard her, I'm sure in her mind The Angel hums to herself as she click clacks round the shelves replacing books in their proper place, and I'm sure the school ma'am disapproves of it, in fact she probably disapproves of The Angel per se. But I don't; I love to hear her heels making a staccato statement that she is a woman as well as a librarian, her long cotton dress swishing against nylon clad legs pronouncing her femininity.
"Well zat is enough for tonight." Florence say's, stifling a yawn; and her chair scrapes backwards and her soft leather boots muffle her steps as she leaves, the wind whistling for a moment as she opens the door to the outside world I came here to escape.
I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence, the sort of silence that is impossible to ignore.
In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind me, her perfume so sweet and heady it almost masks her natural musky odour, almost but not quite, the two combining in a wonderful way that robs me of my ability to concentrate.
I read and re-read the same line over and over but the words don't form a coherent whole in my mind, each one an island, isolated from its neighbour and the scent grows stronger and I can hear her soft breathing as she moves ever closer on her silent stocking covered feet.
I wait for her to speak but the deafening silence remains and I flinch involuntarily as I feel her hands rest gently on my shoulders, her thumbs pressing lightly just below the nape of my neck finding the knots that have settled there as I read. The thumbs press a little harder and I feel the long nails of her fingers against the top of my collar bone.
The thumbs move as mirror images up beneath my bob cut, her palms sliding forwards until her little fingers are just beneath the open neck of my silk blouse. I let my head loll to one side, my cheek caressing the smooth skin on the back of her hand and her perfume becomes stronger and for the merest instant I feel her hair brush my other cheek.
I want to speak, but her silence makes me mute and I just fall back against the chair, my shoulders cushioned against her cotton covered stomach.
She's bolder now, her little fingers following my bra straps downwards towards my already aching breasts and any tension I had felt was dissolved beneath her expertly gentle touch.
Her hands come together, her index fingers touching as they move down between my swelling breasts, the other fingers flowing over the lacy material of my bra, before her nails scrape back, having not quite reached my nipples as I so long for them to do, and heaven, they move back and I feel her hair again, prefacing the warm lips that are now kissing the side of my neck and I moan, softly, but it echoes around the high room as her teeth close lightly on the lobe of my ear.
I press her hands against my breasts with my mine, only the gossamer thin material of my blouse separating them as her warm wet tongue slips inside my ear and I am unable to suppress a shudder and I'm scared she will think I don't want her to continue, but she doesn't stop, her lips now landing velvety kisses on my cheek before vanishing only to resume on my other side, repeating each practiced, enchanting touch and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to magnify the delicate tingles that are tickling my dampening pussy and I know my aroma is mingling with hers just as I want our bodies to mingle.
I whimper as her hands withdraw, leaving mine to fondle my breasts through my blouse. I feel her take hold of my glasses and remove them and I'm afraid, vulnerable without them and I start to protest but her hand holds my chin, her index finger lying horizontally across my lips, forbidding me to speak, and I taste her, my lips parting and my tongue exploring the length of her finger. She tastes clean, a mixture of soap and moisturiser and the hint of varnish on her nails and I want to bite her digit but it is removed, leaving her taste in my mouth and the forbidding in place.
Soft silk covers my eyes and it smells of The Angel, as if the scarf had been around her neck and I let her tie it behind my head. I am hers now, I know whatever she wants The Angel can have and I shiver to think that what she wants is me.
I ache for her touch, but the hands have gone, only her fragrance remains, filling my mind like a fog and I hear the unmistakable sound of silk swishing against nylon and I know she is taking off her panties and my heart races as I feel them caressing my cheek, the silk warm and soft against my skin.
They smell of her, her musk infusing the material and I taste her as she presses them against my lips. I open my mouth to let my tongue feast on her and her fingers push them between my lips and I want her so badly. Wait it's too much, she's filling my mouth with them, pushing my tongue down and back, my mouth full of her scent and taste, too late my cries are muffled by the silky panties.
Her hands are caressing my shoulders as I try in vain to push her knickers out of my mouth, but they fill my void and I can't as she gently guides me to my feet and I hear the chair being moved away.
I lift my hands to my face to try and remove the gag, but she takes my wrists, not harshly, holding them only by her fingertips as if taking my pulse, but I stop moving and let her move my arms to my sides. Powerless to resist her, I leave them there even after she releases me.
I feel her cotton covered breasts against my back and her soft clean hair once more against my cheek and I am no longer concerned about the gag, I'm content to feel her close, and to have my mouth full of her taste.
Her arms encircle me and I hear her nails click against the pearl buttons of my blouse as she unfastens them, exposing my body to the warm air and I think I am going to melt, to puddle at her feet into a quivering pool of desire.
My blouse slips down my arms to lie discarded at my feet and now her hands are on my hips and the zip of my skirt sings as it is slowly, oh so very slowly drawn down, held now only by the button at the waist that she is already twisting through the buttonhole and my skirt joins my blouse around my booted feet.
With an obviously practised skill, her fingers unfastened my bra and my nipples cry out their pleasure at being released from the confining cups, before I'm ignited as her nails scrape against the sensitive nubs, electrifying me with lust for her.
Her hands leave my breasts and slide over my firm stomach, moving outwards until they once more hold my wrists and I offer no resistance as she pulls them behind me leaving the wrists crossed, the backs resting against my silky French knickers
I know what she is going to do, and yes the satin feels warm against my wrists as she binds them in place. I whimper softly against her panties that have soaked up my saliva, and my mind is as full of her as my mouth is.
I'm turned, once, twice, three times, the heels of my boots tangling with my discarded clothes, and still I'm spun. I only stop when her hands leave me and I am a little afraid, totally disorientated, I don't know whether I am facing her or not and she is as silent as a ghost and the taste of her in my mouth masks the source of her scent.
I've lost track of time, have I been stood here seconds or minutes? My heart is pounding so fast I can hardly breathe and I flinch as the back of a nail traces across my ribs, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.
Now I feel her warm breath blowing against the nape of my neck and then into my ear, a finger tip slides up the outside of my thigh as she teases me, knowing I daren't move from where she has placed me for fear of falling.
She's lifting me; her hands either side of my waist and I'm sitting on my desk, my panties sliding across the wood that has been rubed to a shine by years of use. I splay the fingers of my bound hands and steady myself even as I feel her pull my legs open and stand between them, her cotton dress against my skin as she leans towards me, her pussy pressing lightly against mine and I want to cry out as her warm moist mouth finds my breast; but her panties still fill my mouth and I just whimper softly as her tongue dances across my acing tit, spiralling around my hard nipple.
Her fingers squeeze my other nipple as she plaits her other hand in the back of my hair, pulling my head back and now she is covering my mouth with hers and I long to push my tongue inside her but I can't.
My hips grind in counterpoint to hers, her cotton dress swishing against my silky knickers and I think I'm about to explode and I hear her ripping open her dress, the buttons down the from popping slightly as they escape their holes and she is naked save for her stockings and I feel her flesh against mine as she returns to teasing my breasts and my head buzzes with desire for my Angel.
Both her hands are now kneading my soft mounds, nailed fingertips squeezing my nipples as she kisses her way down my stomach, her tongue exploring my navel before travelling further downwards, her mouth now over my dripping pussy, her saliva soaking into the silk covering panties, the material slicking to my skin, dampness added from outside and in.
I need to scream my passion for my Angel.
Long nails scrape my hips as she starts to pull down my knickers, I sense her eagerness and try to help, to lift my arse, but my legs are dangling, my hands bound and in any case The angel is managing quite well on her own. I sag back, but only for a moment until she has thrown away my panties and I feel her warm breath on my pussy, her lips hovering just above and I try to push myself into her, but she maintains the separation.
My minds screams silently as her tongue touches me, flicking like a butterfly drinking nectar at a flower and I squirm uncontrollably as her teeth hold my clit before her lips surround it, sucking it into her warm orifice and I cum, I cum, I cum.
My body is on fire, and she is feeding the flames and I no longer care where I am or even who I am, my Angel wants me to cum and I do so for her, again and again until I no longer rber anything other than cumming. I am an orgasm, it is what I am here for, to cum and cum again as The Angel wills it.
When did it stop? She is still kissing me, her warm tongue lapping my juices and my body aches, my bound hands pressing into the small of my back where I have collapsed unnoticed on to them.
She must know I have returned for her tongue stops and her hands are on my shoulders lifting me, she wants me to stand, but my legs are shaking and I gladly let her lower me to my knees.
I hear the scrape of the chair's legs and then fingers pushing past my dry lips, the panties being pulled free from my desert dry mouth and I want, no I need a drink, and my Angel knows it, for her hands cover my ears, her fingers knotting into my hair and she forces my head towards the sweetest source of moisture I could ever imagine.
I coat my tongue and lips with her, smear her juice around my mouth and I want more, and she has more than enough as she bucks her hips, pressing herself against me, and each time my tongue dips into her the liquid sweetness is renewed and the whole building reverberates to the sound of The Angel's pleasure.
She's kneeling now and our mouths are locked, each tasting ourselves in the others mouth and the world is a wonderful place to be as our breasts press against the others, damp pussies conjoined as they quiver.
We part, both gasping air and I hate myself for it but I have to ask. 'Why did you blindfold me, Angel?'
"Because." She says and my heart leaps at the sound of her voice. "I blindfold all my lovers the first time, so why should I treat you any differently?"
Even had we not just made heavenly love, I would have adored her for all eternity for those words.
"Would you like to see me now?" She asks and I nod, a poor representation of the desire I feel.
Once more our breasts meet as she reaches behind me, delicate fingers slipping the knot and the silk scarf falls to the floor and I see her; my fingers that can read small raised dots on paper trace over her baby soft skin, rising over high cheek bones and being tickled as her long lashes flutter. Her mouth is warm with full lips lifting into an easy smile. "You are beautiful." I gasp and I know I have pleased her with my homage for the smile broadens and we kiss again, slower now, more lovingly and I am the happiest woman alive, for in a place a blind woman had gone to find escape from a cruel world, I had found my hearts desire.
Daddy's Princess In Training Part One
Daddy teaches daughter to be his sex princess
Daddy and I had always been close. We had a warm and loving special relationship as far back as I can rber. Even Mom would smile and say I was Daddy' s little girl. My two brothers and sisters would always tease me and say I could get away with anything since I could do no wrong in Daddy' s eyes.
adultfinder portugal registration
Daddy was always very affectionate and would rub my back for me and we would cuddle while we watched television. As I grew up this never changed. He was always warm, loving and very attentive towards me. Mom would joke and say she should be jealous, shake her head laughing and walk away.
The one thing I could never talk Daddy into was letting me date before my 16th birthday. It was the only thing he stood firm on where I was concerned and wouldn't even listen to my Mom when she told him all the girls were dating since they were 14 years old. His answer was always the same..... "Not my little princess".
When I would pout and be upset by this he would smile, take me in his arms, place me on his lap and softly explain that I was special and I wasn't ready to deal with the young idiots that were growing up today. He would brush my long blonde hair and tell me how special I was and that one day soon I would be ready to meet the right person. Someone that would see me for the lovely princess I had become and nurture, love, protect and adore me.
My sixteenth birthday was finally approaching and Mom and Dad began planning a lavish party to celebrate my "coming of age" as Dad called it. Mom would laugh and say she was looking forward to it so she wouldn't have to hear me whine about dating anymore. Dad would only smile.
The day finally arrived!!! The party they planned for me was something I will never forget. There were over 100 people invited including friends and family. It was catered and a popular live band played until midnight. Daddy spared no expense.
At the stroke of midnight Daddy came to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said "Happy birthday princess today you are a young woman" and led me onto the floor for the final dance. As everyone stood and applauded Daddy took me into his arms and we began to dance.
He said "princess this is not the end of your special day only the beginning. Mom and I planned a special weekend for you. I have made arrangements to take you to our beach house in Hawaii by private jet and your birthday celebration will continue there". I was so excited since Hawaii was my favorite place and Daddy knew this.
We have a lovely, private home on the water in Kauai that is surrounded by sand dunes, palm trees and coral reefs. The only other house close to it is about a mile down the road.
Mom had packed my suitcase and had it hidden until Daddy told me about the surprise trip.
We immediately left for the airport and landed in Kauai about 6 AM. Daddy had the caretaker prepare the house to his specifications and gave him a weeks vacation so we had the place to ourselves.
When we arrived the first thing I noticed was each room was overflowing with all of my favorite island flowers and the scent was intoxicating.
Daddy said "go put your new swim suit on and we'll go swimming and play in the dunes". I walked into my room and found a beautiful although skimpy suit with a matching sarong. I changed in record time and found daddy waiting for me in a matching suit.
He took my hand and we went racing to the water, laughing and teasing me the whole way down. We splashed around the private lagoon until we were sated then daddy took my hand and led me to the hidden dunes where a table for two was set with champagne and all kinds of delectable morsels. Daddy opened the bottle, poured and handed me my first taste of champagne. Mmmmm it was incredible. Daddy laughed when I asked for more please and he said I could have as much as I wanted since I was now a young woman. As he handed it to me he leaned down and kissed my lips as his tongue flicked against my lips. He laughed and said "I didn't want to waste any".
I was beginning to feel quite warm and relaxed from the champagne. For the first time I saw my daddy through other adult women's eyes. I rbered hearing them say how sexy he was and I had to agree in a still somewhat daughterly view. I was thinking how lucky I was he was my daddy.
He took my hand and led me to the blankets abutting the dunes and sat me down. He kept my glass full of my new favorite drink and began to brush my waist length hair until it was dry as he always did since I was a little girl.
He then slowly began to rub my back kneading my shoulders as he pressed me back against his body. He engulfed my body as he reached over my shoulders to massage my upper chest. I sighed at the lovely feeling. He said "I wasn't exactly sure what size suit to buy for you since you have grown up so much but a size 2 and 36C seemed just perfect". He place his arms around my waist and began to massage my stomach as my eyes closed as the soft unknown feelings he was unleashing in me began to take hold.
He softly whispered in my ear "I have waited for so long to see my little princess just like this" as he inquired "how are you feeling my little love"? I smiled and said "it feels so good being in daddies arms and cuddling".
"Baby there is so much more I would love to teach" you as he lowered me on to the blanket and his arms held his 6'3' body over mine. "You are now a young woman" as he leaned down and lightly kissed my lips. I opened my mouth a little and his kissed deepened. He said "yes baby that's it open to daddy" and I felt his tongue swirl against mine. He went slowly so as not to frighten me then deepened the kiss further. I was beginning to feel a warmth between my legs and a slight tightness in my stomach. He softly ran his hands down my sides and stomach kissing my neck as he trailed down my body always asking if I was ok and enjoying this new massage. "MMM Oh yes daddy I love it a lot".
"Baby if you feel scared or unsure at any time tell daddy and I will explain everything to you. I have loved you and waited for you my whole life. You are my dream princess and I am your daddy prince". He slowly undid my swim top and kissed around my breasts until he gently took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he licked and suckled my nipples one after the other. "Baby we have all the time in the world and I want this to be perfect for you".
He continued to feather light kisses down my body while rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Baby you have the most sensitive and responsive nipples I have ever known. I will teach you to enjoy them as much as I do". With his other hand he untied the little bottom to my suit and gently caressed my pussy running his finger along the outer slit. He could feel the moister escaping my wet pussy and smiled in delighted knowledge that his daughter was a sensual and erotic woman even if she didn't yet know it.
My moans were getting louder and more frequent as daddy took me to new levels of sexual awareness. His head lowered to my pussy as he gently opened my slit and began to gently lick and suck my wet pussy. My hips involuntarily raised up to meet his mouth as my fingers grabed and tightened in his hair. When his warm mouth gently enveloped my clit I thought I would pass out from the intense pleasure I was feeling. Daddy softly talked to me with words of encouragement as his tongue and fingers played along my body.
A moment of fear entered my sexually clouded mind as Daddy was building me to sensual highs I couldn't even begin to understand. "Daddy isn't this wrong for us to be doing"? He smiled and said "yes, for most it would be, but not us since we have always known we belong together baby. Don't you feel that too"? "Yes daddy I do. I belong to my daddy". He smiled and said "yes you do baby and always will".
He then unleashed his surging cock and placed it in my hand. It was huge at least 10". He instructed me how to stroke him. "Baby would you like to taste daddy"? He picked me up and nestled me between his legs and gently and slowly fed me his enormous cock just starting with the head. He would inch his way in a little at a time while telling me how to suck his love rod. At first I was scared but daddy just gently encouraged me and soon I was enjoying it and sucking more of him into my mouth feeling the need build in me to devour his cock. I loved my daddy cock. "Baby you are so good you will make me shoot my special juices in your mouth if I don't stop right now". "Mmmm I want to know what they taste like daddy I love your cock". I took him back into my mouth and began sucking harder and faster as my excitement grew. Daddy held my head and moved it up and down, his moans getting louder and louder. "Oh my baby girl you are going to make your daddy cum in your mouth. Are you ready honey I'm losing control.... Here it comes my baby girl". Daddy's cock and balls got real hard and I could feel him shooting his big load down my throat. I swallowed all of it except for the little bit that over flowed. Daddy yelled Oh my baby girl oh my you are the best and you are mine alone". He just kept Cumming and Cumming his body shaking and quivering uncontrollably. "Oh baby even I didn't know you would be this good so soon. You are my precious baby daughter and I love you so much".
He pulled me up to his chest and laid me on his body while he got his breathe back. My 5'2', 100 lb frame laying on daddy' s 6'3'' body was an erotic sight to see. He said "baby there is so much more I need to teach you are you ready to learn"? "Yes daddy". He rolled me under him and began to kiss me his tongue dueling with mine as his hands roamed my body creating a hot burning excitement where ever he touched. His tongue sliding down my neck with gentle kisses leading to my breasts. He began to gently lick my nipples. As I responded he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and used his teeth to excite them. He wrapped my arms around his neck as he drove me crazy sucking, nipping and teasing my nipples. I cried out "Daddy yes" as my body shot up to meet his. He chuckled and said "the lesson is only starting".
He lowered his head and began to lick and suck my already drenched pussy while he placed his thumb and finger around my clit and gently squeezed it. My body began to shudder and quiver as I lost all control. Daddy said "Yes baby cum for daddy that's my good girl". I was exploding and screaming at my release "yes daddddy yes". "Oh daddy I love you so much. You make me feel so good". He said "this is just the beginning baby". I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy opening as he rubed the head of his enormous cock along my slit encouraging it to open to him. He slipped a finger inside me while rubing my clit with his cock driving me crazy. He was gently stretching me to accommodate his large size. Daddy then slipped a second finger in me to widen and stretch me and played there for a long time. After about 30 minutes he moved his cock head to my opening and tried entering just the head which was still a little too big for my small pussy. Daddy took my nipple between his teeth while sucking me and pushed the head in and waited for me to adjust to his girth. He slowly inched his way into his baby girl until he touched my wall of innocence and stopped. He explained that it would hurt for just a minute and then he would teach me to have great pleasure. :Do you trust daddy honey"?" Yes daddy I trust you". As he prepared to break the barrier he began to play with my clit and nipples in earnest. When he got me to the point of Cumming he quickly plunged his cock through the barrier and waited until the waive of pain diminished as he began to inch the rest of his 10 inch cock in and out of my body all the time talking to me. He would pull almost all the way out then back in taunting me telling me he wasn't going to give it to me then each time he entered he would go a little farther until he had all 10 inches in me. My body just wanted daddy and I kept pushing upward as he penetrated his girl over and over again. He could feel the walls of pussy tighten and squeeze his cock and knew I was going to cum. Not knowing what I was reaching for but begging daddy to make it happen he chuckled and said "Oh baby you have no idea". He then began to pump me in and out with that wonderful cock. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck and out of my head with desire I was crying "please daddy" and bucking under him when all of a sudden he took me over the edge of heaven and I exploded screaming his name "Dadddddy". Hearing this took daddy over the edge and I could feel him shooting his hot thick juices into my pussy.
We laid in each others arms for a very long time while daddy stroked and cuddled me. I looked up at daddy and he had tears in his eyes. He smiled and said "That was the most perfect love making I have ever experienced in all of his 38 years".
"Baby now you know why I didn't want you to date and let boys touch you. You have always belonged to daddy and now you are mine completely. I love you baby the way a man loves a woman"." You will always be daddy' s girl, won't you angel"? "Yes daddy I only belong to only you".
Continue reading Daddy's Princess In Training Part Two
Detention
Alexa finds out detention isn't as bad as she thought.
Ms. Robinson was the only teach at Mickinly High School that all the boys wanted to fuck. She perfect, velasious breasts and a nice firm ass. Her clothes were always tighter than they should be and she loved the attention it gave her. But someone had found out that she's wasn't looking for a man in her life, rather than a woman. This didn't stop the boys from watching her hips dance as she crossed the room, her long brown hair flowing along behind her.
melbourne sex finders
I, on the other hand, found it rather repulsing. Well, until that one day. I wore a pink mini skirt to school and a tight white tank top. During Ms. Robinson's last period math class, I started talking to a friend beside me. Ms. Robinson gave me a single warning that I ignored. After a few minutes, I started whispering to my friend again.
"Alexa, I will see you after school. You have a detention." All the guys smirked and sighed in envy. I grew hot with anger, never having to stay after. But since it was last period, I knew she wouldn't let me leave until detention time was up.
After class, while every talked about their plans as they left the classroom, I stayed sitting at my desk, arms folded across my chest. Ms. Robinson stayed at her desk, a red pen scribling across some worksheets. Finally, after five minutes of silence she looked up and smile. "Alexa, will you pick up some of the pieces of paper laying on the floor." She asked sweetly, turning back to her papers before I had time to refuse. I groaned and got up, starting to bend over to pick up paper on the floor. There was more than I ever noticed.
After getting sick of having to bend over every time, I started to crawl around on my hands and knees. I stood up to go throw it away to see that Ms. Robinson was watching me with a smirk on her face. "C'mere." She motioned for me to go to her desk. I did so and threw the paper away in the can next to her. She stood up and pinned me in the corner, putting her hands on my waist. Her lips were upon mine and I made the mistake of trying to scream, allowing her tongue to enter my mouth. I had to admit though, that she did taste good, really sweet.
Her hand slipped from my waist to under my skirt, massaging me dampening pussy with her index finger. After struggling against her, I finally gave in. She smiled at me, pushing me over to her desk until I was sitting on it. She pulled my pink thong off and got on her knees, running her tongue the length of my pussy. I moaned and leaned my head back, enjoying ever lick and flick of my clit. She soon shoved to fingers into my fuck hole and moaned a little louder.
She fucked my pussy with her fingers while her tongue greedily lapped at my click, sucking and biting it occasionally. She suddenly stopped, licking her fingers before reaching over into the drawer next to her. I had a feeling of what was coming now. She dug around for a moment before pulling out of the biggest strap on dildo I'd ever seen. Well, the only I'd ever seen, actually.
She smiled as she quickly put it on, moving between my legs again, pushing my skirt up to reveal my soaking wet pussy. With one quick motion, she shoved the huge blue stick into me and I gasped in pleasure. She started pumping hard right away, making me moan. I wrapped my arms around her neck and moaning into her chest. She unbuttoned her red blouse to reveal a pair of perfect, firm tits. Her nipples were pink and perky and I immediately pulled one into my mouth as I massaged the other. She tasted so good, I forget all about me thinking that lesbianism was repulsive.
My hand was suddenly making its way down to my clit as she continued to fuck me like no one had. I could feel an orgasm coming slowly and rubed at my clit as hard as I could. "Oh god, Ms. Robinson. Fuck me harder." I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure. She did just that and soon enough I was coming.
Ms. Robinson pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pulled my head down to it, making me lick and suck it clean. The taste of my own juices only aroused me more, making me want her to fuck me even more. She smiled, obviously reading me as I closed my eyes, trying to get as much of the dildo into my mouth as possible. "You want more?" She asked. I looked up, taking my mouth off the strap on and nodded. She smiled wider and pulled me up, bending me over her desk and sliding it in again.
"You're one horny slut." She commented as she started to pump again, this time going to slowly to torment me.
I moaned, trying to make her go faster, pounding back at her. But this only made her grab my hips so I was unable to move. She started to pull out all the way and then it in all the way again, making me scream. She did this for a few minutes before tightening her grip on my hips and tearing my pussy up as hard as she could. I came again, more violently than before. "Now, it's my turn." She declared, pulled the strap on off and sitting on her desk.
Ms. Robinson pulled my head down to her pussy. "Just do what I did." She ordered. So I did, licking her pussy up and down. Fucking me must've really turned her on, her pussy was soaked and it didn't take her long to come. But once I had her taste I could stop, sending her to violent waves of orgasms over and over until she had to stop me.
I licked my fingers hungrily, looking up at her. She stood up, pulling her panties back on and handing me mine. I shook my head, deciding I wanted to walk home without them. "So, do you want another detention tomorrow?" She questioned, smiling at me as I grabed my things.
I smiled excitedly. "Of course. But maybe my punishment should be a little more severe."
"That is very possible." She agreed, packing her things up as well. As we were walking to the door together, I could feel her hand playing with the hem of skirt before rubing my ass. As we existed into the hall, she walked her separate way.
The next day, she made sure to give me an even longer punishment.
