The Legend of Lesbian Love Tea - Prologue/Chapter One
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The Legend of Lesbian Love Tea
Prologue: THE MAGIQUE SHOPPE
Ann Marie Burns, a tall, attractive brunette woman in her late 30�s, entered the old shop. The old door creak open and then closed. There was a bell that rang as the door closed. From somewhere in the back of the shop she heard an older woman�s voice saying, �Good Afternoon.�
She thought that her and the proprietor were the only two occupants when, much to her surprise, she came upon two beautiful women that were also shopping. It seemed odd to her that the two women, maybe slightly older than her, kept touching each other with, what appeared to be, great affection. When the taller of the two women spotted Ann Marie she smiled slightly while bending down to whisper something into her female companion�s ear. The shorter woman started to giggle slightly and then drew her fingers to her mouth. As Ann Marie turned away from them she could swear that she glanced the taller woman licking the ear of her shorter friend. She turned to look back at the couple only to find them exiting the store. However, before the door creaked closed completely, she could swear that she heard the two women bursting out laughing........
The short, rotund woman behind the glass counter didn�t seem to pay much attention to the brunette as she walked up. The white haired woman just continued to go about shuffling items about within the glass case.
After a short pause Ann Marie muttered, �That was awfully queer...�
Then the woman stopped and peered, as if somewhat irritated, over the rims of her eyeglasses at the brunette customer.
�Hum,� the older woman said barely under her breath.
Somewhat intimidated by the piercing gaze of the shopkeeper, Ann Marie blurted out, �Well, it just seemed like those two women just now were EXTREMELY friendly with one another...if-you-know-what-I-mean...�
�Aw, my good woman, haven�t you ever seen lesbians before?� the older woman slightly smiled as she continued to stare at the now fidgeting brunette.
�Well, I-, I don�t-...Well I never,� the customer stuttered as she tried to stifle a blush. �Well, NO, I can�t say that I have.�
�Well, they been around since the beginnin� of time, you know.� replied the gray haired woman sternly.
�Well, Oh, Well-O.K., then,� a now blushing Ann Marie stammered. �Are you Mrs. Hammersham, by-by-chance?�
�Why yes, my dear, I am,� the older woman replied in a now completely pleasant tone of voice. �What can I do for ye, dearie?�
�I have very bad migraines and my doctor says that they can�t find a cause....and he even thinks that I make them up- and a girlfriend said go see the lady in the old shop on 13th Street....�
�So, ye came,� concluded the older lady.
�Yeah--So can you help me?�
�I suppose I can, dearie. I suppose I can,� chuckled the shopkeeper while opening up two cabinet doors behind the counter.
On the shelves of the cabinet were many odd-looking glass containers and plastic bags filled with what looked to be different herbs. The knowing woman pulled out one of the glass containers and, while briefly examining it, nodded her head and put it on the glass counter in front of Ann Marie.
�You�ll probably need about half of this, I say, � the woman continued. �Now, I�ll warn ye, �tis not cheap by any means...�
�What�s not cheap?�
�Well, a small vile about this size,� the shopkeeper said while taking a glass vile that was sitting on the countertop, �is about 75-�
�75?---It must be REALLY good!� exclaimed the younger brunette.
�Oh, it �tis, it �tis,� chuckled the gray-haired woman. �I guarantee that it will make your headaches go completely away.�
She took a scrap of paper and scribbled something on it.
�Well, I�m desperate, so HERE-� Ann Marie hurriedly handed the woman her money.
The shopkeeper smiled slyly and poured the vile full and put a special cap that locked on the top. She handed her the vile with the paper scrap.
�Now, ye only need a small teaspoon to start. Ye put it into a good cup of tea, ya see. Then ye drink it up in small douses. Don�t drink the whole cup at once, alrighty? Now if ye have any questions after taking your first douse ye might just want to try going to this web site that I�ve written down for ye here.�
�Yes, um-Mame,� the eager brunette grabbed the vile and piece of paper and started toward the front door.
�Do ye need a sack with that, dearie?�
�No, Thanks,---� replied Ann Marie as she made her way towards the exit. �If it doesn�t work, I'll be back!�
With that she exited.
With a large grin, the old woman muttered, �Oh, it�ll work, my dearie...it�ll work better than you could imagine....�
She chuckled as she went back to her duties...
Chapter One - �The Cure�
Ann Marie pulled into her driveway only to find that her head was already splitting. She lived alone in the suburbs and pulled the car into the garage.
Entering the house, she nearly ran to the cupboard, grabbed a coffee cup, filled it with water and microwaved it for about a minute. She did not even bother to put anything else into the cup. She opened the microwave and pulled out the cup and placed it on the counter. She grabbed a teaspoon from a drawer and measured out the teaspoon of liquid from the vile. Her first thought was that it smelled somewhat like body odor-- not the most pleasant of smells--- but she didn�t care if it would just stop the pounding in her head. She poured the teaspoon of liquid into the cup and then stirred the mixture.
Anxiously she sipped the warm liquid.
And nothing happened.
So she took another sip.
�That old woman was a fraud!� she thought.
And still nothing happened. Her head was still pounding.
She took a third sip and found that she had now drunk one half of the cup during a very impatient minute-and-one half.
But then something, very slowly, seemed to happen.
There was a very small prickling, almost like several tiny needles poking her insides, at first. Then a small, stimulating wave of energy moved, irresistibly, as a warm, tingling sensation in her stomach and, much to her surprise, the incessant pounding in her head started to subside.
Suddenly, feeling more upbeat, Ann Marie set the cup down.
�I better wait before I drink anymore,� she thought.
From her belly the warmth increased and increased so rapidly that she felt herself having to stumble slightly toward one of the kitchen chairs. Her headache was completely gone and she sat down with a slight grin on her face.
�Maybe the old hag knew what she was doing,� she thought, now starting to feel quite pleased with her self.
But the warmth was not dissipating. In fact, she felt a quivering sensation starting to well up between her legs.
Without thinking she found herself unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She was suddenly feeling very flushed. In fact she had the sudden urge to strip completely naked. Her migraine disappeared and was replaced by a dizzying, feverish and completely odd sensation that felt like slight exhilaration or even pleasure...
The nuisance pulsating in her cranium was gone. Mysteriously, the pounding seemed to transform and move while growing into a new, alluring throbbing that now welled up from her stomach as it advanced outward�
�Funny,� she thought, �my genitals feel so strange. I�m sure it�s just a coincidence...�
�Wow, this is queer,� the suburban brunette thought as she, without thinking twice, found her self stripping off her outer garments.
�I feel soo-sooo stimulated and-and-��
When she got to her conservative, white, size C bra she grabbed her now very sensitive skin through the material and, in fascination, found that she loved the way her chest area felt. Her breasts and nipples were now tingling the way that her vagina was. She squeezed and squeezed at her responsive boobs through the material of her bra. Then, she thought it better to get completely naked and not have to worry about her conservative bra and panties �getting in her way�.
She was becoming consumed by the idea of staring at her naked form and playing with her now demanding, quivering flesh. She squeezed and fondled her now-naked breasts and found that she was completely delighted to make them feel better than them ever feeling in her whole adult life. She gazed in fascination at her rapidly hardening, light brown nipples. She loved the way that her fingers felt as they pinched and pulled at her hardening areolas.
Her left hand moved down to her now-demanding pussy lips and found, much to her surprise that her clitoris was so erect that she could see it without bending over. Suddenly the thought of watching herself stimulating her pulsating clit was too much and she ran to the nearby bathroom to get a hand mirror.
The now-randy brunette bent over the hand mirror in such a fashion so that she could see her entire vaginal area. She reached down with both hands and started to rub the sides of her inner thighs and her swelling genitals. She took one hand and spread her very swollen labia open and then started to rapidly rub the top of the swollen, pink clit. All the time she gawked and stared at the sight of her spontaneous masturbation.
�How beautiful and SEXY my pussy is,� she thought. She didn�t really notice that her entire vaginal area was budding steadily outward. It grew slightly with every rub of her inflating pubic region. She took her eyes off herself only to close them as she concentrated on fingering her inflamed vaginal hole while continuing her �rubbing assault� on her excited clit.
She started to rub furiously as shouted out loud, �I love my PUSSY! I LOVE MY CUNT! Oh my god!!! I LOVE MY FUC-KING CLIT!!!�
Much to her surprise and complete fascination, her genital region continued swelling outward so much that soon she could barely move her two fingers back and forth. But her pussy was drenching her two �fuck-digits� with enough natural lubrication to allow her to continue to fuck herself over and over.
�PUSSY! CUNT! CLIT!.....OH GODDDDDDD!!!!!! OH AWWWWWWWWWW---,� and with that Ann Marie went into a prolonged scream of primal ecstasy as she started to orgasm and spend quite profusely. And, much to her surprise, as she started to remove her fingers, her nearly swollen-shut pussy squirted forward with the juices from her climax. She put her fingers back in and quickly pulled them out. Each time her orgasming hole would spew and spray all over the floor and the mirror.
Without realizing it she brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and started to lick the pussy juices.
�Oh, my god! My pussy tastes SOoooo FUCKING Good!!! I can�t believe it!� she delighted.
Over and over she played with herself that night. She brought herself from one mind-blowing orgasm to another. Her sexual appetite was simply insatiable.
She called into work the next day to tell them that she �had had a bad night with no sleep� and was taking the day off to get some rest.
By noon, Ann Marie Burns was starting to get a little worried about her �unnatural sexual behavior� and, remembering what the old woman at The Magique Shoppe had said, decided to look at the web site for guidance and to see if what she was experiencing was �normal� or �deviant�. She almost stumbled through the door of her computer room and then plopped herself into the large swivel chair in front of the monitor.
Pressing the �enter� and the site prompted for a password. She tried all sorts of things but to no avail. But then she got clever. For the user name she put: Magique and for the password she put: Shoppe. With that the site opened up to her.
The first thing that the over-stimulated brunette was greeted with was a black screen and then a �start-up� movie started to play.
It was an peculiar movie, she thought. Three businesswomen seated in a living room. Nothing unusual. One of the younger women was a very attractive black woman who offered an older, voluptuous Hispanic lady a cup of her �old Aunt�s tea�. All three women engaged in drinking the tea. However, the Latina was feeling strange after a few sips and started to speak to the others about �her pussy being on fire� and how intense it felt. The third woman was white with long curly blonde hair. She nodded �it makes mine do that to: SEE!�:
And with that the younger blonde lifted up her skirt revealing a bald, VERY swollen pussy region. She started to play with it right there in front of the other two as if nothing were wrong with that.
Ann Marie wanted to stop the film from playing right then and there but, instead of giving the mouse a click to stop, she found herself playing with herself again.
In fact, she found herself completely mesmerized with the three women and their openly lesbian behavior towards one another.
Soon, the Hispanic lady in the video was unbuttoning her top and revealing to the others her ample cleavage. Ann Marie thought that the disrobing woman had absolutely beautiful, even magnificent, large breasts that were adorned with large, bumpy dark brown nipples. The busty Latin woman took her two index fingers and started to pinch and stimulate her hardening areolas as she started to moan softly.
Ann Marie could not believe how aroused and erect that the nipples became at the �urging� of the Latina�s fingers. Soon the other two women were sucking on the offered nipples while occasionally biting them gingerly.
�I can�t believe how beautiful these lesbians are!� the ogling brunette squealed as she pulled at her own excited, distended nipples.
Unable to look away, she found herself totally �hypnotized� by a continuous stream of lesbian erotic and pornographic videos.
She was uncontrollably fascinated by the image of the Latina�s breast and nipples being manipulated by the two other video females. Ann Marie, once again, starting to rub and manipulate her already engorged, inflated clitoris. Any contact with her swollen �g-spot� caused her to feel intense sexual ecstasy like nothing she had ever experienced in her thirty-some-odd years.
�SSSSSoooooooo ggggooodddddddd,� she moaned under her breath.
For hours and hours Ann Marie sat transfixed as one lesbian scene after another played out before her. She could not believe how the naked women were turning her on. Young and old women of all ethnic groups squeezed at breasts, pinched and pulled bumpy nipples, licked swollen labia lips, spit on offered assholes and waggled their tongues over and over against excited, erect clits. The once-conservative heterosexual female had never seen anything like these stimulating visuals. And, much to her surprise, she found herself being completely drawn into this lesbian fantasy world where all the women were beautiful, sexy and very horny for one another as each Sapphic moment led towards one onscreen orgasm after another.
And she loved it!
It was at that moment that Ann Marie had a revelation of the oddest type:
She craved lesbianism!
In one short day the formerly heterosexual, suburban woman had been transformed into a sexual creature that no longer resembled the conservative woman who had only wanted a simple cure for her vicious migraines.
Inexplicably, her every active thought had been transformed by the �Love Tea� into wanton desire to be a �deviant lover of other women�!
At first the thought frightened her a bit.
That small �twinge� of Fear subsided quickly and, with little willpower remaining, she masturbated in abandoned fashion. Ann Marie�s growing single-mindedness was to be with any and all of the women in each and every sexy video. Her strongest urges were specifically to become the Dominant, imposing woman having her lesbian way with her submissive partner.
�Tongue fuck me with that naughty tongue!� one aroused busty video blonde shouted at her licking, sucking Asian partner.
Soon, the once old-fashioned brunette was cumming wildly sitting at her computer-- nearly helpless to do anything other than play with her ejaculating pussy and extremely distended labia--- which was now nearly twice the size that it had been just a day earlier. And she could swear that her breasts were somehow, not only straining outwards to over �D� size, but they were now strangely persistent, demanding the attention of continuous autoerotic contact. Likewise, her formerly normal-sized areolas seemed to almost pulsate across their newly-formed bumpy surfaces. Her extremely blood-engorged nipple tips stood out like growing �mountain peaks� all the time seemingly �needy�, as if pleading for the constant attention of her fingers, or any female fingers, pinching and pulling and rubbing them.
Every manipulation created an irresistible sexual euphoria within the masturbating female.
On the Computer Monitor an older, busty brunette pulled on the back of the head of her much younger, blonde paramour while guiding her lips to her responsive and large, pointed nipples as she whispered softly, �That�s right, dearie, lick and suck on your Mommy�s naughty nipples. Oh, yeah! Please Mommy�s nipples with your nasty little mouth! Ohhhhhh, yeah, that�s right.�
The video Dominatrix pulled away the younger woman�s lust-filled face and enquired, �You love sucking on Mommy�s nipples like my little lover-girl, don�t you? You love pleasing your Mommy, don�t you nasty girl?�
The younger video blonde nodded briefly and then went back to enthusiastically sucking and tonguing the older lesbian�s offered nipple as she grabbed the breast with both hands, much as an infant might.
�You�re gonna suck on Mommy�s dirty little pussy, aren�t you, my dirty little slut!?!� the Dominant woman nearly shouted with �Sapphic rapture� as she pushed the willing submissive�s head downward to a, yet unseen, vagina.
�Oh, yes, Mrs. Brown! Oh, god-- YES! Please, Mrs. Br-� but the younger woman�s voice was now muffled by her lips being crushed against swollen genitalia.
�Oh, god I WANT HER! OOOhhhhhhhh, I want her so fucking bad!� Ann Marie nearly screamed in the middle of another forceful, volcanic orgasm as she gazed lustfully at female bodies copulating and continually pleasuring each other in orgasmic after orgasmic scenes of lesbianism of every possible type.
After 5 hours she summoned all of her fleeting strength and turned the computer monitor off.
There she sat, drenched in sweat and orgasmic juices, while hyperventilating.
Somehow, through her sex-crazed mind, Ann Marie Burns decided that she needed help.
With one hand still grabbing her still-demanding left breast she reached and grabbed with her free hand and dialed the phone to call her next-door neighbor, and best friend, Lorna Petrasen.
19 year-old Megan, Lorna�s oldest , answered the phone.
Very agitated, Ann Marie blurted out �Megan, can I speak to your Mom right now, please!?!�
�I�m sorry, Mrs. Burns, but she�s taken Rusty to Little League practice. You wanna leave a message?�
�Tell her that something is wrong with me and I need help getting to a doctor,� the frustrated woman exclaimed.
�That sounds pretty serious. Mom might not be back for a couple of hours. I can come over and help, Mrs. Burns,� the youthful neighbor girl offered.
To her absolute shock, Ann Marie found the sound of the younger woman�s female voice to be tantalizing as she found herself unable to control her newly formed, lesbian impulses.
�No, really, Megan, I�d rather-I, oooh, you must�.ohhh, n-n-noottt�� but her voice softly trailed off as her left hand involuntarily reached downward to once again start playing with her drenched, swollen labia and �g-spot�....... which caused an immediate, completely spontaneous moan of gratification.
�OOOOooohhhh� she blurted out.
�That sounds bad, Mrs. Burns--I�ll be right over, �k?�
And with that the younger woman hung up the phone leaving Ann Marie saying,
�No, w-w-wait�� she protested feebly into the now-silent phone.
In a panic, Ann Marie ran into the bathroom and threw on her favorite dark blue silk robe. She looked like a mess she thought. Just then there was a knock on her front door�..
(to be continued)
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The Master's Note: This is an almost complete re-writing of a story originally just called "The Magique Shoppe". Recently, this story has been "fleshed-out" and now is presented in this edition.
Would any of you care for a "Tea Party".... 
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Diary of a Sex Phantom
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Posted:Jul 21, 2010 6:29 am
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Diary of a Sex Phantom
Chapter One - Intrusion
Every morning Starzi woke up exhausted and could not understand why. The darkly exotic brunette stretched out her voluptuous form while wondering how she could find the strength to even get herself out of bed.
�Why so tired?� she kept pondering. The early30�s, British woman had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour.
But sleep would not come with out experiencing �the dreams��.
�and the dreams would not let her sleep�
They had started several weeks earlier as sensual, fantasy dreams�
Each night they seemed to become more and more bawdy�and erotic ... and wild...
Soon, her libido was being subjected to perverted sexual visions.
Uncontrollable...
�Thrilling�
� and almost �Foreign� to experience�
� as if�
� as if�..
� they came from someone else�
But that was, of course, impossible---or so she thought�
Even though exhausted, ALL the London Businesswoman seemed to think of was odd, sexual situations that kept �playing out� inside her fatigued, clouded mind.
She struggled to dress her lovely, curvaceous form. She placed a lacey black brassiere lovingly around her large 38DD breasts and could not help but notice how amazingly sensitive her large nipples were. They felt like they were being vibrated somehow�and they were certainly quite aroused�
Starzi thought briefly about just standing there playing with her hard, excited nipples. It had become increasingly difficult for the woman to keep her hands off of her erotic zones. For days now, the darkly-exotic Brit had found her mind wandering-- at sometimes embarrassing moments even�to sometimes passionate, sometimes lewd and ALWAYS extremely SEXUAL thoughts. Her fantasy mind seemed to be under constant stimulation.
At work she would steal away to the bathroom where she found her hands drifting downward to her constantly wet vagina and large, swollen clitoris. You could say that her masturbation was rapidly becoming an obsession.
But, from what or where or why?�or who? --- she thought to herself.
Finally dressed she made a feeble attempt at drinking some tea.
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It was amusing to observe my �latest desire�. I could see confusion and barely-suppressed desires. She seemed to shiver as an uncontrolled moment took her for a short instance.
I smiled but, of course, she could not see my expression. I followed her once more into her bedroom. She stopped just long enough for me to approach her unguarded ear.
I whispered, �You are too tired to work. In fact, you are so exhausted that you can barely call your work to report your future absence.�
She yawned as she wobbled over to the phone. She was relieved to get the service instead of �curious-minded others�.
Having left her message she collapsed backwards back onto her bed and slept�.
�at least she thought she was sleeping�
I thought, with an �invisible chuckle�...
I rapidly stripped her garments from her prone body.
Her curvaceous, naked body was again completely at my control.
I spoke out slowly, � Your naughty friend Lisa is here to visit you and your Daddy again. How does that make you feel?�
The woman�s voice changed in pitch and tone. A high and meek, but excited, �little girl�s voice� came from Starzi�s sensual mouth,
�ooohhhh, please make me suck on her titties again, Daddy, please?�
�Soon enough darling. Get the jar from the top drawer.�
�Yes, Daddy.�
She leapt forward to the top drawer of her nightstand and removed a jar of special ointment.
�Good girl. Now, open it and put the lid on the nightstand.�
�Oh, yes, Daddy.�
She unscrewed the lid and completed her instruction.
�Dip your fingers into the jar and then set the jar down. Then lie back down and try not to touch anything yet.�
All she did was nod as she moved purposefully to lubricate her fingertips. Soon, she set the jar down and laid herself back downward while reaching her hands upwards into the air. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly.
��What would you enjoy your sexy friend Lisa doing to you again? She tells me that she wants to do sexy, dirty things to you,� I continued.
�Oh, Daddy, make her play with me again. Please, Daddy,� she managed.
�Lisa is very naughty tonight and has asked to suck on your naughty nipples. Would you like that?�
I leaned forward and whispered, �You will pinch and rub your nipples and pretend that it is Lisa�s dirty lesbian mouth that is sucking and biting on them.�
�ooooohhhhhhhhhh yyyyeeessssssss� she managed before her sexy, childlike voice descended in a �moaning mumble�.
Starzi rubbed and massaged her now, absolutely stiff, nipple tips. The ointment seemed to almost glow with each excited stroke.
�Lisa, suck on my naughty nipples. Yes, oh�YES---just like that! Pleeaaassseee� ooohhhh���yesss������.�
Her pelvis started to move slightly upwards and downwards�
Her swollen cunt was now gushing uncontrollably with wanton desire.
�She starts to play with your boobs. She squeezes and squeezes them hard!� I continued casually.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and sat upward. In hypnotic fascination, she stared down at her own, magnificent boobs. She arched her back and stuck her large teats outward toward her �imagined lover�.
�Yes, Lisa, please play with my tits. Play with these boobies�� her voice trailed off.
Quickly, with an almost desperate abandon, she clutched at her large, sexy globes and kneaded them with her nails and strong fingers. She grabbed and massaged and squeezed and manipulated them over and over again. All this time she stared and stared at her own autoerotic handling. Soon, the ointment was glowing all over her ample breasts. She seemed both unable, and also unwilling, to stop herself.
She was striking to behold in her sexual manipulations. You could see that �Lisa� was completely real to her.
�Stop.�
She did.
�You will play with your boobs now, however, as you do you will see yourself playing with Lisa�s boobs. You will see her nipples get hard and excited as you touch them. You will see her lust for you reflected in her face as you play and play with her. Play with her boobs now!�
I always marveled at how you could somehow see a difference in the lust involved in �giving� as opposed to �receiving�.
�Is she telling you something?� I asked with a knowing smile on my face.
The woman�s demeanor changed in an instance. A husky, powerful voice leapt from Starzi�s mouth as she nearly shouted,
�she says she wants to be My bitch! she says she wants to be My little !�
�Good girl. You want to fuck your little , don�t you?�
Her lovely British-accented voice SWITCHED back into a meek, submissive �little girl� saying,
�Yes, Daddy. Can I fuck her and make her cum?�
�Yes, darling, fuck her little girl pussy for Daddy,� I concurred. �Get the dildo out of the drawer.�
�Yes, Daddy,� she said hastily as she retrieved a ten-inch, lifelike plastic penis that even had �balls� at the base.
She positioned herself back up onto the bed but this time she knelt and faced the headboard as if staring at the �naked lisa�.
�Tell her to spread her legs,� I said softly.
�Spread your legs you naughty bitch! You�re My nasty, dirty naughty little now!�
She rose up and spread her own knees wide apart.
�I�m going to fuck you�re naughty, worthless little cunt!�
I grabbed her hand and positioned the cock-shaped dildo so that it�s head was sticking straight upward. I gently pulled her arm down so that the head of the dildo was positioned directly touching the very wet mouth of her own yearning vagina.
�What does she say, darling?�
Again, the voluptuous brunette changed her entire demeanor back to submissive �little girl�.
�She says, �Oh, please Daddy, please let her fuck my naughty cunt!��
I pushed firmly upon her hand causing the thick head of the dildo to start a very slow, deliberate penetration of her very swollen pussy.
She moaned loudly and uncontrollably for several seconds.
Her motions started slow and deliberate and then built firmly into strong and steady as she pushed the dildo upward splitting open her wet, dark pink pussy.
�Reach down and rub your naughty clit and pretend that its lisa�s. Massage lisa�s clit while you fuck your little cumslut. Make her cum for your Daddy.�
For an instance it looked like she wanted to try to say something but only managed a moan of acceptance as she now moaned, groaned, rubbed and wildly fucked herself with an abandon that was always breathtaking to behold.
Once again, her young, girl-like voice was heard while this time pleading, �Daddy, oh, please, Daddy, lisa needs to cum. Can she, Daddy? Ohhhhhhh, Please?�
�Yes, darling make her cunt gush and gush with cum. Make her cum for Daddy. NOW!�
Needing no extra stimulus, Starzi erupted into a series of uncontrollable orgasms that seemed to go on and on.
I loved seeing her like this.
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The Fortune Teller - Chapter Three
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Posted:Feb 4, 2008 11:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 9:47 pm
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Chapter 3 - On the road to Paris, France 1415
The white beneath me ran like the wind as I chased after the carriage up ahead. I knew that we were closing steadily and soon would overtake them. The driver, François, was doing his best to flee but it soon would be of no use.
The ride for the duchesse was already quite uncomfortable on the road to Paris but she had to endure it. She heard the commotion outside and soon the sounds of two men fighting.
I heard a robust female voice shout “Vive François!” from inside the carriage and that is when a pulled open the door. I threw a large bag onto the floor of the carriage as I leapt into it. The woman, shrieked backwards, quite startled that I had somehow triumphed over the trusty and hardy François. I disguised my regular voice making it sound much lower and gruffer than normal.
“Now, madame, it is time for les fiançailles (the engagement) et la lune de miel (and the honeymoon)!” I announced with great bravado as I jumped into the carriage and slammed the door behind me.
“Comment osez-vous (How dare you)! “ she screamed as she tried to slap and hit my well-covered face. “Au secours (Help) ! “
“Enfin seuls (Alone at last)!” I growled out in a voice as low as the thunder.
I chuckled as I took a rope from my bag and quickly bound her arms behind her back as she futilely tried to escape my grasp. She kicked and shouted as I laughed at her useless efforts.
“Mon Dieu (my God)! Au secours!” she shouted out but no one heard her which is just as I had planned it. “Au secours!”
I grabbed her under her chin and looked directly into her eyes chuckling,
“Quel visage renfrogné (What a sullen face)!”
“Mon mari fait la navette entre Rouen et Paris (My husband commutes from Rouen to Paris),” she nearly screamed out, “and he shall be along any time now.”
“Je te parie qu'il sera en retard (I bet he'll be late),” I muttered under breath.
I took out my dagger and held it to her throat and said in a very low, whispered voice,
“You will cease this noise or I will slit your lovely throat! As-tu jamais été poignardé (Have you ever been stabbed)?”
Her tone became a frail little whimper in response. But then I could see that she was a feisty little wench who would try a different tack with me.
She looked at the only part of my face that wasn’t covered and spat, “A real man would show his face!”
“Ah bon (oh yeah)?” I just laughed as I said quite matter-of-factly,
“Well, madame, this real man has just killed your driver and will not hesitate to do the same to you ONCE I AM FINISHED! Tu piges (You get it)?”
She nodded slowly.
I then set about to slicing open her bodice and girdle right at the seams. Her breasts spilled out as I opened her garments and I was very pleased at their sight. She smelled of honeysuckle which delighted my nose.
She started to scream and I quickly placed my left hand over her mouth. My right hand deftly took the dagger placed it right up against the edge of her left nipple tip which seemed to be already hard and excited for my attention. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear:
“If you so much as make one more sound I will take and slice your lovely teat right off. Do you understand? Attention aux abeilles - elles piquent (Watch out for bees - they sting) ! “
Her eyes got very wide and she shook here head yes.
“Pourquoi es-tu si timoré (Why are you so fearful)?” I laughed raucously not expecting an answer from my helpless victim.
“Tres bon (very good),” I acknowledged her obedience in being silent.
“Je sais que nous pouvons pallier cette........ difficulté (I know that we can overcome this...... difficulty).” I continued cheerfully.
“Aimes-tu les histoires paillardes (Do you like lewd stories)?” I continued to strip off her clothing as I spoke with a huge grin on a face that she could not see.
I put the knife down and grabbed both of the lovely girl’s tits and squeezed causing the duchesse to groan her disapproval (or not).
“La viande devrait être moelleuse (The meat should be tender),” I chuckled.
Then I pulled very hard upon her sensitive, bright pink nipples. I thurst my face downward toward her exposed left breast as I pulled aside enough of the material that covered my face to expose my mouth. I started to lavish attention upon one and then another of her hardening nipples. Her nipples tasted of honey which made for my attentions to them all the more pleasant. I pulled one nipple into my mouth and licked and sucked upon it and then I crushed both of her silky breasts together and sucked both erect nipples inward and gently started to bite upon them.
The feisty woman kicked at me and tried to pull herself away.
“Le cheval donne beaucoup de coups de sabot (The kicks a lot),” I started to laugh as I grabbed her by the ankles.
“Ce n'est pas marrant (It's not funny) !” she nearly screamed in disgust.
I laughed even louder at her struggle and joked, “Elle a décidé de ne pas nourrir bébé au sein (She decided not to breast-feed her baby).”
The woman spat again and hissed, “Il faut te faire soigné (You need to get your head examined)! ”
“Il ne faut pas tenter le diable (Don't tempt fate),” I hissed back at her as I grabbed the dagger and placed it right against her pretty throat.
Her mouth opened involuntarily as I choose that moment to shove her pantaloons into her offending mouth. She continued to act as if she were insulting me further but everything she tried to yell came out as small muffled noise.
I grabbed two more strands of rope from the bag and proceeded to bind her. I started with her right leg. I bent the leg at the knee and wrapped her calf to her thigh. After this I did the left leg in the same fashion.
Finally, I had complete control of the helpless woman. I spread her legs open and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs.
As I moved closer and closer to her beautiful “love nest” my nose was delighted in the beautiful smell of her.
“Suivons le sillage de parfum (Let's follow the scent of perfume),” I said as my mouth and lips caressed her on their journey inward.
She was calming down. Having given up, she finally started to relax in her state of helplessness. I felt that she was going to enjoy my attentions after all.
I still was a little pissed at her so, I gazed down upon her plentiful pubic hairs and teased, “La pelouse de cette maison est énorme (This house's lawn is enormous).”
But I also chose that moment to start licking her wonderful juices that were already issuing forth from her womanhood. My experienced mouth licked and licked up one side of her labia and down the other.
“J'ai gémi de plaisir en goûtant le gâteau (I groaned with pleasure upon tasting the cake).”
Soon every area that my tongue touched was very, very wet. I stuck my long tongue into her and heard what I thought was a moan of pleasure from the younger woman. Slowly, I pushed it into her helpless cunt and then slowly outward. Over and over. Back and Forth.
I looked up and saw arousal in her eyes and said, “Ses yeux pétillants m'ont attrapé (Her sparkling eyes trapped me).”
I rubbed my hands together with great greed and lust knowing what was about to happen. There was a very special item in the bag that was just begging for my usage.
“On doit trinquer au futur des nouveaux mariés (We have to toast the future of the newly-weds) ! ” I burst out with my evil laugh that I knew excited her to hear.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a special bottle of red wine that was just less than half full.
“On va prendre un pot (We're going to have a drink) ! ” I gestured the bottle with a great flourish.
I pulled the cork out and guzzled the superb Bordeaux down my dry throat.
“Et vous, madame (and you) ?” I reached the bottle towards her.
She meekly shook her head no.
I plunged my mouth once again back down onto her gushing cunt. The absolute volume of juices flowing from her now betrayed her arousal to me. She loved being my victim and I was going to reward her welcomed arousal.
Once again I lavish attention up and down her wonderfully swollen, exposed labia. She started to betray her feelings by involuntarily thrusting slightly upward and downward towards my experienced lips and mouth. She already anticipated my next action and I knew within my lustful mind that soon she would not be able to control herself.
Soon she would be my for my use in any way that I desired. My Manhood was completely stirred and swelling rapidly from my loins. I needed to have her. Have her in every possible way that would delight U/us both. But before I completed the act there was one thing I absolutely needed to do to her beautiful helpless body.
I lifted my head away from her just enough to place the bottle to my lips once more and I drank lustfully from it. Then I looked at her lovely, sensitive eyes and announced, “Nous allons déguster du vin (We're going to taste some wine) ! “
I pulled her upward and plunged the opening of the bottle into her neglected cunt.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” she let out a muffled moan of pleasure mixed with just a little exquisite pain.
I delighted in fucking her with the wine bottle. I twisted it into her gapping hole slowly at first. VERY slowly I moved it into her helpless little cunt while twisting it slightly one way and then slightly the other way as I then slowly retrieved it. Her small opening strained and stretched open, trying to accommodate the glass bottle. I continued to fuck her in and out, almost pied à pied ( every inch of the way). The contents spilled into her and she gasped as she felt the wine coursing into her open, welcoming vagina.
I pulled the bottle out of her just in time to save one last “little swig” of wine for me. I smiled and laughed raucously once more at her saying,
“Ne sois pas si radin (Don't be so stingy) ! “
Looking in a mock sadness at the bottle I commented, “Il n'y a pas de reliquat (There is nothing left over).”
Then I set the bottle down upon top of my bag knowing that time was now of the essence. I grabbed her small, lithe body and turned her, as if she were a little, beautiful doll, over on top of me while shouting,
“Je suis pressé ; il faut que je vous quitte (I'm in a hurry; I've got to go) ! “
I spread her legs over the top of my hungry mouth and plunged my lips up to suction her. The wine deliciously seeped, at first, and then started to cascade out of her swollen cunt into my greedy, drinking mouth. I sucked and drank and lavished my tongue once more upon her wine-soaked labia. I fucked her vigorously with my tongue as she continued to feed my mouth with her ALL of her luscious juices. She started to moan over and over again. Soon she was thrusting herself with nearly wild abandon against my experienced mouth. I knew she would not last long so I flipped her over and stood up. Finally, I loosen my pants and pulled them downward. She stared in total lust at my throbbing, hard cock that presented itself before her. I grabbed the wine bottle and set it right down next to her. I grabbed both of her ankles and lifted her upwards for what was certainly going to be a surprise.
“Ça l'a pris comme une envie de pisser (He suddenly got the urge to do it) ! “ I announced in a grandiose style.
My sweet victim looked at me in total shock mixed with lust as she felt my cock starting to poke into her exposed anus. Her tight, puckered opening was saturated in cunt juices as well as the wonderful Bordeaux. She made a low groan as I continued to press myself slowly into her lovely tight ass.
“Je vais boucher cette voie d'eau avec un tampon de bois (I'm going to plug this leak with a wooden stopper),” I nearly shouted in crazed lust for her.
After a few slow strokes she started to relax, much to my delight and pleasure. I started to fuck her gloriously. She started to moan and thrust herself in sexual ecstasy upon my hard, very thick, excited member. I thought I heard her, in between muffled moans, screaming out “Mais Oui! Mais Oui (But Yes) ! “
That’s the moment that I chose to grab the now-empty wine bottle and plunge it into her pleading, neglected cunt. She let out a momentous moan of pleasure at the forced double-penetration. She was now my completely willing victim, or so I thought.... Fucking her lovely pelvis back and forth as furiously as she could. She moaned and screamed her forced approval over and over again.........
I pulled the pantaloons out of her moaning mouth and was greeted by:
“Il faut être taré pour faire ça (You have to be perverted to do something like that) !” she screamed out as much in ecstasy as in mock rejection....
“Reste tranquille (Be quiet) !” I shouted and she seemed to stop momentarily. I could tell that her arousal was betraying her as she was being overcome by my “attention” to her.
The beautiful brunette duchesse started to moan so uncontrollably I thought she would explode in an incredible sexual eruption at any moment. But she was stubborn. She was holding herself back.
“Elle affiche sa beauté (She flaunts her beauty) .” I stared down at her while fucking her so magnificently. She was almost lost to me. It was so satisfying to see her finally give in to her “Master”.
“OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Va-t-on parvenir à finir avant demain OOOOoooohhhhhhhhh OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (Ohhh - Are we going to manage to finish before tomorrow. OH YES)?” She moaned out exposing her obvious delight and satisfaction.
The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...OVER AND OVER until she could not stand it any further....
And stupendiously she exploded in the most intense, wonderful climax that I have ever seen a woman exhibit.....
MMMMMAAAAAIIIISSSSS OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!
MMMMMAAAAAIIIISSSSS OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!
MMMMMAAAAAIIIISSSSS OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!
“Nous avons quasiment fini (We're almost done)!” I shouted as I could no longer hold myself back. Her body was my receptacle and I filled it over and over.....
“OOOHHHH OOUIII OUUUIII OOOOUUUIIIIII!!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as my magnificent erection erupted over and over and over within her marvelous derriere.
There was an expected knock on the carriage door followed shortyly thereafter by the smiling François peeking in at U/us.
“Tu as vu cette fille affublée d'une robe toute déchirée (Did you see that girl wearing a torn dress)?” the very much alive, teasing driver asked jokingly.
I kissed my beautiful wife and asked palyfully, “Est-il encore vivant (Is he still alive) ?”
“François a du pot (François is lucky) !” my lovely “victim” giggled.
“Il nous les broute (He's a pain in the neck) !” I shouted back in between kissing and kissing my beautiful michelle.
“D'ailleurs, on y va (So anyway, are we going)?” François asked chuckling at his favorite “lovebirds”.
“Il est tard, il va falloir qu'on pédale (It's late, we have to hurry) !” I shouted out as I started to unbind my beautiful wife’s ropes.
“Oui,” François acknowledged and looked at his mistress stating with a laugh, “Philippe m'a mouillé dans cette affaire louche (Philippe got me mixed up in this shady deal) !”
He closed the door and soon the carriage was once again on it’s way.
“Je ne peux pas exprimer mon bonheur (I can't express my happiness {how happy I am})” I said while gazing at her beautiful brown eyes.
“Moi aussi, mon mari (me too, my husband),” she cooed in between more soft kissing.
And then, quite unexpectedly, she started to roar with laughter as she tossed the now VERY empty wine bottle at me,
“N'oublie pas de boucher le vin (Don't forget to (re)cork the wine bottle) ! ” she teased.
We both laughed and kissed and laughed and kissed as suddenly
EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
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I thought I had passed out or blacked out or something. I was completely disoriented as I found my hands resting upon some globe-like object. I heard a woman’s voice and felt my shoulders being shaken gently.
“Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford can you hear me? You’re back again,” I heard the female voice saying gently as she shook me one last time.
“Raconte-moi ce qui s'est passé (Tell me what happened) ,” I finally managed to mutter as I reoriented myself. “Le voleur a enfin été repéré (The thief was finally caught).....”
“Je (ne) te raconte pas (You can't imagine).... she said softly as her voice trailed off.
D'une voix saccadée, elle m'a raconté l'histoire (In a halting voice, she told me the story).
“C'est une histoire romanesque (It's a fantastical story) ...” I said softly.
I blushed just then having a strange woman look into my past life the way that she did, intimate details and all.
“Pouvez-vous me renseigner sur lui (Can you tell me about him)? Philippe?” I asked sheepishly.
“Monsieur Ford, Parlez-vous français?” she asked with a knowing grin on her face.
“Non, Lucinda, Je ne parle pas français! (No, Lucinda, I don’t speak French) !” I said in frustration.
The older woman starting laughing. “I’m sorry Mr. Ford, but you have been for well over an hour!”
I looked at her with my mouth wide open realizing more and more what had just taken place.
“Anyway, Philippe was Philippe III ‘le Bon’, duc de Bourgogne, comte de Flandres and lived from 1396 to 1467 in France, of course. He married Michelle de France, the of Charles, duc d'Orléans, in 1409. She was the grandaughter of King Charles VI.”
“WOW, Lucinda,” I said and paused. Then a got what had to be a cheshire cat smile on my face. “Elle est vachement bandante (She is really sexy) ! I’m sorry, I’m sorry WAS really sexy......”
“Mais oui, Monsieur Ford, mais oui,“ she said smiling at me.
“And what happen to her and him?”
“She died in 1422 at the age of 27.....and Philippe was so heartbroken with the loss of his one true love that he spent the 45 year remainder of his life in grief and mourning. I’m sorry, Monsieur Ford, I’m Sorry....”
“Yeah, me too, Lucinda, moi aussi.....
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I went home that night and immediately started listening to Edith Piaf sing her sad French songs that I had grown up listening to in my parent’s living room.
But about half of the way through I got the urge to sing the saddest and most beautiful French song I had ever heard I started singing in English as I listened to the haunting voice of Jacques Brel:
NE ME QUITTE PAS
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'amour sera roi
Où l'amour sera loi
Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
D'un ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
-Jacques Brel, 1959
If you go away
on this summer day,
Then you might as well
take the sun away;
All the birds that flew
in the summer sky,
When our love was new
and our hearts were high;
When the day was young
and the night was long,
And the moon stood still
for the night bird's song.
If you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away.
But if you stay,
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been,
or will be again;
We'll sail the sun,
we'll ride on the rain,
We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind.
Then if you go,
I'll understand,
Leave me just enough love
to fill up my hand,
If you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away.
If you go,
as I know you will,
you must tell the world to stop turning
Till you return again,
if you ever do,
for what good is love
without loving you,
Can I tell you now,
as you turn to go,
I'll be dying slowly
till the next hello,
If you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away.
But if you stay,
I'll make you a night
Like no night has been,
or will be again.
I'll sail on your smile,
I'll ride on your touch,
I'll talk to your eyes
that I love so much.
But if you go, go,
I won't cry,
Though the good is gone
from the word goodbye,
If you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away.
If you go away,
as I know you must,
There'll be nothing left
in the world to trust,
Just an empty room,
full of empty space,
Like the empty look
I see on your face.
I'd have been the shadow
of your shadow
If I thought it might
have kept me by your side.
If you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away,
if you go away........
I found myself openly weeping as I finished singing out my heartache for my lost love. Where was she? How could I find her? Would she even have any idea who I was if we were somehow to meet? Would she love me again as she before?
Or would she Go Away....?
All I could think of right then was that
“I MUST somehow find her...........and love her once more............”
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The Taking of The Desert Rose - Chapter Five
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Chapter Five - “The Journey Continues”
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
-Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000
W/we both had the “distraction” of work the next day. It was really hard for me to concentrate on my duties because my mind continued to wander back to visions of this supremely beautiful woman writhing in ecstasy before me.......
That night I commanded michelle to strip naked as soon as she arrived. She was both delighted and disappointed because she had spent time putting together another sexy outfit to please her Daddy. But she was also extremely aroused, as was I, and was so very hungry to please and pleasure her Daddy.
“Tonight W/we will take a journey into your sexy mind, my darling,” I said starting the lesson.
“Oh, Daddy, my sexy mind just wants you to fuck me!” she said with a girlish giggle.
I laughed out “my evil laugh” that burst forth from my mouth and so delighted my precious little girl.
“You please Daddy so much when you tell him your desire for him.”
“Oh, Daddy, ALL I have is desire for you. All I think of all day is being Daddy’s love object, Daddy’s fuck toy, Daddy’s naughty girl-”
I cut her off, ”-and Daddy’s lover?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Please let me be your lover!”
It never ceased to amaze me that she would plead with me in such a way.
I kissed her fully and passionately and then said, “My darling princess, there is no one in the world that I wish to love but you. You are such a good girl. Such an adorable and special girl. You please Daddy completely when you love him. Did you know that?”
“Well, I guess. Sorta, Daddy.”
I chuckled and decided to drop the subject for now.
Then, unexpectedly, she added, “Special girl wants to love her Daddy.”
“And you shall, my darling,” I said with a smile as I kissed her once more.
“Now, we’re going to play pretend tonight. You like to pretend, don’t you, little girl?”
“Oh, of course, silly Daddy.”
“Good girl”
I pulled a chair over that was alongside the couch and sat in it.
“Now, you are going to pretend that Daddy is not at home. You’ll hear my voice give you instructions and you will follow them-BUT- you will still pretend that Daddy is not home watching you do the things that I have you do. Can you pretend that Daddy’s not home? Can you?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, you’re home alone waiting for your Daddy to come home.”
“Yes, Daddy-oops”
“ssshhhh,” I said calmly. “Pretend Daddy’s not here.”
She started to reply and, stopped herself.
“Good girl. Now, you’re very horny waiting for Daddy. Very, very horny. You may speak out loud telling me your thoughts.”
“Oh, I’m so horny waiting for my Daddy. I’ll just have to play with myself until he gets here.”
“VERY good girl. Show me. Say, ‘Oh, I wish Daddy was here to play with my boobs.’”
“Oh, my boobs are so horny for Daddy.” She started to kneed and cup and caress her breasts. “Ohhhh, I wish Daddy would come home and play with my boobies for me.”
“Very, VERY good girl!, “ I exclaimed while encouraging her own masturbation. “Your nipples want Daddy’s touch, don’t they?”
She starting pulling and pinching her excited, distended nipples with absolute relish.
“Oh, my nipples feel so naughty tonight. Where’s my sweet Daddy to play with them. Ohhhh, he’d make them feel sooo good. Daddy loves my nipples, ohhhhhhhh.”
“Good girl. Good little princess girl,” I continued to encourage.
“Now, you can’t hardly stand it anymore you’ve become so horny for your Daddy. Think out loud about how much you want your Daddy.”
“Ohhhhh! I’m soooo horny for my Daddy. Where’s my Daddy to play with me and fuck me? Ohhhh! Oh, I miss my Daddy so much,” the sexy woman continued while feverishly playing with her gorgeous tits and nipples.
“Such a good, sexy girl. You’ve become so horny that you have to play with your starving pussy and excited clit.”
“Oh Yes, Oh YES! My pussy needs Daddy sooooo much,” michelle continued while now rubbing and fingering her erect clit and gushing hole.
Soon she was completely wrapped up in masturbation. She closed her eyes and spread herself out on the couch. Next she reached behind herself with one hand to start fingering her very eager vagina while her other hand continued to rub and stimulate her clit which seemed to fuel her wanton lust. She was just unbelievably sexy!
“OOhhhhhh! Oh, Daaaaddddddyyyyyyy!” she purred and moaned and made sounds from her rapid breathing.
I knew she would not last long which was pure pleasure for me.
“You will think of Daddy’s hard, beautiful cock fucking your aching pussy. The thoughts of his cock inside you going in and out cause you to lose control. You start to cum as you think of Daddy’s cock spewing his hot, hot white cum inside of your hungry pussy. Your allow yourself to orgasm uncontrollably as you dream of his cum filling up your naughty little girl pussy.”
“Oh, Daddy! Yes! Oh, Daddy fuck my pussy! Fuck your little girl’s naughty pussy! Please Daddy Please! Oh my god! OH MY GOD! OOOOOhhhhhhhh Ddaaaddddddddyyyyy! Oh Yes! Daddy FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK MMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”
Little girl michelle became completely consumed with her orgasm. She came and came so much that I wish I had put a stopwatch on it. I think she orgasmed for fifteen straight minutes.
And then she stopped.
And she got a little self-conscious which I found to be completely adorable.
She looked over at me and said, “Oh, Daddy! WOW!”
“You are a VERY beautiful, very sexy, very GOOD special princess girl!”
“Oh, Thank you Daddy. But, Daddy?”
“Yes baby doll?”
“I want to please you now SOOOOO much! Can I, PLEASE!?!”
“Oh, my darling girl, you just did please me.”
“But Daddy, I want to make your cock cum soooo bad. Can I, huh, can I? PLEEAASSEE? Please Daddy!?!”
“Oh, darling girl, when you beg for Daddy’s cock it give me SO MUCH pleasure! However, Daddy has some special things planned tonight for you. I promise that I will share my hard cock with you in a while. Daddy wants to cum very badly but needs to wait until the lesson is through.”
“Oh, Daddy, you’re no fun!” she said in mock anger. Then she smiled. “Oh, Daddy, what special things? Huh? What special things?”
I smile knowingly and continued, “We’re going to go back to pretending now. Do you like that, my princess?”
“Oh, Daddy, I love to do anything you like me to do. If it makes Daddy happy then I’m happy.”
“Oh, you’re such a very good girl,” and I walked over and kissed her long and hard to express my gratitude for her attitude. “You make Daddy so very happy, darling.”
“Oh, Thank you, Daddy. Oh, Daddy? Daddy?”
“Yes, princess?”
“What special things? Daddy, what special things?”
I chuckled again at her delightful enthusiasm and curiosity.
“Okay, pretty baby doll, you will pretend that Daddy still is not at home and that you’re still so horny because you want so for Daddy to come home and fuck your naughty, naughty pussy.”
Before I completed my sentence she was already contentedly playing again with her drenched pussy. She closed her eyes again. She stuck her middle finger into her wet slit and started to masturbate once more.
“Good girl,” I continued as I sat once more down on the chair. “Now, you will say out loud how much you wished your fingers were Daddy’s cock.”
“Ohhhh, Yes! Oh, why isn’t Daddy here to fuck me?” She slipped a second finger with her middle finger and continued the finger fuck. “Ohhhh, I wish my fingers were his hard cock!”
“That’s right, my naughty girl,” I encouraged her which caused her to speed up her plunging digits. “Now, out of frustration you find your free hand reaching in between the seat cushions of the couch.”
Having heard that, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she looked away and stuck her hand in between the cushions and, of course, discovered something that was there on purpose. She stopped her finger fucking. An absolutely sexy, sly smile crossed her beautiful lips. She pulled a large plastic ziplock bag out from it’s hiding place.
“Oh, What have I found?” she said with absolute glee on her pretty face.
Inside the plastic bag was a note and a large lavender vibrator. She pulled the note out and started to read it:
“Oh, there’s a note from Daddy!” she started out so cute and coy. “Dear beautiful michelle-”
She stopped just long enough to say “That’s me!” and she continued,
“You’re are such a good girl for finding my present for my special baby doll.”
She clutched the note and said, “Aw, Daddy’s so good to me!”
Then she continued reading “Daddy knows that his hard, excited cock will not always be able to fuck your sweet, naughty pussy. Daddy gives you this special vibrator to make your gorgeous pussy cum and cum. You are allowed to use this when Daddy’s not at home. However, you must always pretend that it’s Daddy’’s throbbing cock that wants more than anything to be fucking your swollen, hungry pussy when you use the naughty vibrator. Now be a good girl and make yourself cum for your sexy Daddy. Know that Daddy, and his excited cock, loves you and your beautiful, little girl pussy.”
“Awwwww,” she said.
“Now, since Daddy’s not at home, what do you need to be doing?” I asked slyly.
“Oh, Daddy-ooppps, sorry,” she blushed slightly as she removed the vibrator from the baggy.
“That’s okay little one,” I said in my soothing voice. “You will enjoy Daddy’s gift NOW!”
She didn’t really need encouragement or the command but she always was beautifully obedient to commands so I gave it at that moment.
“Oh, Daddy’s not at home so I need to play with Daddy’s naughty vibrator!” she giggled slightly as she turned the toy on for the first time.
The wand of the vibrator was long, maybe ten inches, and had a pretty small radius. However, the tip, which was curved at an angle was a large egg-shape.
“Oh, I wish Daddy’s cock were here right now. Daddy’s cock loves to fuck my pretty pussy.”
She started to slowly rub the outside of her protruding labia and found that she really loved the way that it felt.
“My pussy loves Daddy’s cock sooooo much,” she started to moan slightly as she continued. “Pussy loves the Daddy cock. LOVES the, ooohhhh, cock soooo, ooohhhhh much...”
And with that her voiced trailed off as she became completely immersed in fucking her stimulated vagina. She discovered pure pleasure by “popping” the “egg” into, and then out of, her once-again hungry pussy. Then she would pull it out and start at the bottom of her labia and bring it slowly upward to the top of her excited, erect clit.
Soon she was accelerating towards orgasm when I stopped her.
“Daddy, comes home unexpectedly and find his little girl about to cum without permission. What do you think you are doing young lady?”
My reaction was only mock anger but michelle immediately stopped her “toying” and sat upward while stammering, “Well, I- I thought Daddy-”
“YOU thought Daddy! Did you think that Daddy wanted you cumming without his knowledge, huh?”
I sat down next to her on the couch and motioned across my lap.
“You are a naughty little girl and Daddy needs to punish you! Sprawl out over my lap. NOW!”
She nearly leapt on top of me with her stomach resting on my lap and her extremely cute derriere beautifully laid out before me. I took my right hand and started to rub softly the silky smooth skin of her right buttock. Then I reared back my hand and spanked the ass cheek at about 75% of what I can.
“OH! Daddy!” she yelped. But it really wasn’t an expression of discontent.
I rubbed the other cheek and then reared back and gave her a good slap at about 85% strength. I rotated from one ass cheek to the next.
“Oh! Daddy! Oh YES Daddy!” my beautiful lover- exclaimed in near-ecstasy.
Each time I would rub the silky ass skin and then I would pound downward with my open hand. Soon I was spanking her bare bottom with all the force that I have. Her pretty cheeks were starting to flush red when michelle screamed out:
“Oh Yes! Daddy Yes! Please punish my naughty ass! I’ve been so naughty!”
She had an absoulutely lovely way of raising her beautiful, baby-doll ass upwards to greet each spank. She truly loved the “punishment”.
“You love being my naughty girl, don’t you!”
“Oh, Yes Daddy! Please punish me more! I really derserve it, PLEEAASSEEE! OH! DAMN! Oh, Shit! Ohhh! OHHH! OHHH!”
I felt that she was almost ready to orgasm again and now wanted to “reward” my “naughty” girl.
“Stand up. Daddy thinks you are very naughty and needs to do something else about it.”
I instructed her to place one hand over the other and to place them on the armrest of the couch. I had her spread her legs while still keeping them in a standing position.
“Now, stick that naughty ass upwards for Daddy!”
She arched her back slightly which caused the beautifully inflamed ass cheeks to jutt slightly outward. Her entire rear end was now a lovely shade of red. It was now time for the reward. This was something that I had thought of since we first met and was delighted to finally be doing it. I knealt behind the “naughty girl”.
“Oh, little girl’s naughty ass has been hurt. Here, let me make it feel better.”
And with that, I proceeded to stick my experienced tongue into and around her gorgeous puckered asshole.
“Oh, Daddddyyyyyyy. Ohhhhh yesssss, Daddddyyyyyyy. Oh, Daddy that feels so naughty! It feels so fuckin’ naughty! Oh, please don’t stop,” michelle somewhat pleaded as she started to slightly move her backside slightly back and forth across my probing tongue.
Soon she was writhing in absolute ecstasy. That’s when I started to moved downward to her gushing pussy slit and hungry labia. I licked and licked and then lick my way back up to her lovely asshole again. I went back and forth like this until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Daddy’s tongues so good! Ohhhhh Daddddyyyy!!!! Your tongue is so, so good! So Naaauugghhttyy !! So, oooohhhhhhh VERY naughty! Oh, Daddy! Oh Daddy! I need to cum! I’m gonna cum! Oh, Daddy, Can I? Please? OH, PLEEEAASSSEEE!??!
“Yes, my darling give your Daddy your naughty cum. CUM FOR DADDY NOW!”
And, WOW, she needed no more encouraging. She exploded in waves of cum. Over and over as I continued to move my tongue back and forth.
“Now, it’s Daddy’s turn, “ I exclaimed as I removed my clothing. “Daddy’s going to fuck his naughty little girl!”
“Oh, Yes, Daddy! OOOOOOhhhhhh PLLLEEAASSEE!?! Yes! YES Daddy! Anything. I’ll do anything!”
Standing up from behind her, I stuck my extremely hard cock once again into her drenched pussy which felt more wonderful than I can give it words.
“You like Daddy to fuck you like the doggy, don’t you my pretty slut!?”
“Oh, Yes! OH YES! Oh, Daddy Fuck me like the doggies do it! Oh Fuck me so good! Like the doggies, Daddy! Yes! OOhhh!!! Oh, god, I think I’m going to cum for Daddy AGAIN!”
“That’s right my pretty little . Your Daddy’s pretty now, aren’t you?”
“Oh, Daddy I’m sooooo your ! Ohhhhh please may I cuummmmm? PLLLEEAASSEE!?!”
I could tell she was barely holding out and I wanted her to spend and spend all over me anyway.
“CUM for Daddy! Give Daddy that fucking cum! Show Daddy what a naughty girl you are!”
And, with that, she exploded in orgasm while just saying one word which was drawn out into a sexual moan, “NNNNNNNAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHTTTTYYYYY!!!”
I pulled back on her beautiful, brown hair as I continued to ride her for all I was worth. As her orgasm started to subside I allowed myself my own which pleased my wanton little girl so much.
“Oh, Daddy! I FEEL IT! I FEEL YOUR CUM! Yes, Daddy give me your beautiful cum! Fill my pussy with your cum, Oh YES PLEASE!!!!”
I did not need her encouragement but, I will tell you, I LOVED IT! I felt, at that moment, as if I were suddenly the luckiest man on Earth. Here was this truly beautiful love- begging for my orgasm and loving my cock so completely that it is hard for me to express how sublime she made me feel just then.
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The Continuing Adventures of Dr. SexDaddy, M.D. - Chapter Four
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Posted:Nov 1, 2007 11:39 pm
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CHAPTER FOUR - Unexpected Discovery
“Hello, HEELLLOOO!!!,” said the 37 year old woman as she walked into the dark Examination Room. The lights from the Waiting Room lit only the entry to the darkened Exam Room and revealed to the woman the figure of a Man moving rapidly toward her.
“Hello to you,” said the Doctor. “I’m Doctor Byron and you are?” said the Man as He extended his hand.
“I’m Monique Statter,” said the redhead as she shook the Doctor’s hand. “I’m the mother of Erika Statter. Is she here?”
“Yes, Mrs. Statter, she is,” replied the Doctor cheerfully. “In fact, we were just about to do an ultraviolet scan of her when you burst into here. That’s why the lights are currently out. Please shut the door behind you.”
The redhead shut the door as asked leaving all members in the Examination Room in total darkness.
“I hope you don’t mind, “ continued the Doctor, “but I have to check you briefly for any contaminants that might effect this delicate exam that we are about to do.”
With that the Man flipped on the silver cylinder. It shown a bluish light out of one end somewhat like a flashlight. The SexDoctor then shown the light on the top of the woman’s head.
“Gosh, I’m sorry about disturbing you, Doc-” said the redhead suddenly finding her words a little hard to come by. “-Doc-, Doctor. I was- was worried...” her voiced trailed off as the Doctor moved the light so that it shown on the woman’s eyes.
The Doctor immediately noticed that the redhead had beautiful, long eyelashes that adorned her attractive green eyes.
“You were worried about erika?” said the Doctor comforting the woman.
The woman started to say “Y-Y-,” but could not even get “yes” out of her lips and then nodded up and down.
“That’s okay, my dear, “ said the SexDoctor with his low, soothing sexy voice. “You don’t have to worry about talking right now.”
The woman nodded again. Fascinated, the woman stared at the light.
“That’s right. There’s nothing here for you to worry about. You’ll see your in just a moment. In the meantime, your thoughts should be moving towards your sexy libido. You have many sexy thoughts racing inside of your head right now, don’t you?” said the Doctor.
erika’s mother nodded her head slowly up and down.
“That’s right. Let the naughty thoughts take your entire focus other than My voice and My instructions. You want to do as your Doctor says to please Him, don’t you?” continued the SexDoctor.
“-please the Doctor---” the redhead managed to say in a tone that was almost inaudible.
“That’s right,” His soothing voice continued. He stood just a few inches from her now and reached over squeezing the woman’s left breast with His right hand. The woman made no movement or sound to protest. In fact, her only reaction was to continue to stare at the blue light while a slight smile crossed her full sensuous lips. “You are a very sexy woman, aren’t you, monique? You love thinking sexy, naughty thoughts don’t you?”
The redheaded mother just nodded and stared at the light.
“Good,” said the Dominant Man. “You desire your SexDoctor to examine you today and to study you sexually, don’t you?”
Very slowly, in a lowered, sensual voice erika’s mom replied, “Oooooohhhhhh Yyyeeessss......” and then her voice trailed off.
Turning back towards the nurse, the Doctor continued, “shelley, turn the light on above the chair and remove the tubes from erika. Then move her off the chair so that her mom can ‘lay down’.”
The nurse followed her orders and moved the disappointed and frustrated off of the chair, making room for her mother.
“Now, come with Me, monique,” said the Doctor, leading the redheaded mother by the hand over to the examination chair. With a blank expression on her face, the woman followed obediently and soon was lying down in the Doctor’s Exam Chair. The Doctor immediately moved the arm above the woman’s head where it shown it’s bluish light on the redhead’s face. He flipped off the silver cylinder and handed it to the nurse who dutifully put it away.
“See, your is right here,” said the SexDoctor while motioning toward erika. “erika, say Hello.”
“Hi, Mom,” said the making no effort to cover up the fact that she was standing there topless.
“erika....,” the mother said quite softly while a slight smile crossed her face.
“In fact, your has been a very good girl today. A very patient girl,” said the Doctor while simultaneously grabbing and pinching both of the young ’s immediately excited nipples.
“ohhhhhh Daddy, yyyyessssss,” was erika’s brief reaction.
“Yes, your is quite beautiful, isn’t she?” the Doctor continued.
The redheaded mother nodded up and down. monique could not believe the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her mind and body. she had not ever had such nasty, dirty thoughts in her life. It made her feel so naughty, so randy, so VERY SEXY...... Even though it seemed somehow wrong she felt curiously aroused by watching the SexDoctor giving her ’s nipples the attention that He was. In fact, she felt her own nipples getting semi-erect beneath her clothes. she even started to feel a bit jealous, desiring the Doctor’s hands on her own neglected breasts.
Stopping, the Doctor walked over to the series of monitors and was followed closely by the nurse.
“What do you think Doctor?” asked the nurse.
The Doctor pointed to a couple of places on the screens.
“Watch this screen in this section and tell me what it does,” he instructed the nurse.
“This is quite interesting, “ he said while walking back to the chair. “Mrs. Statter, you can talk now, but only when your Doctor speaks to you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Doctor,” the woman said with a clear voice.
“Good girl. Now, tell Me how you feel right now.” He asked.
“I feel soooo hot, Doctor,” she tried to explain, “so-so-”
“So naughty?” interjected the Doctor.
“Oh yes, Doctor, I feel so very naughty,” blurted out the redheaded mom who blushed several shades of red in a sexual flush that refused to go away.
“You’ve never allowed yourself to really explore your sexuality, have you?” inquired the knowing Doctor.
The woman nodded her head side to side for “no”.
“nurse, what are the readings like?” He inquired.
“There are spikes all over the place. I’ve never seen such a thing. Some are off the scale,” said the nurse in an excited voice.
“Now, look on the screen where I pointed to a moment ago,” instructed the SexDoctor.
Turning to the redheaded mother he asked, “monique, have you ever thought of having sex with another woman?”
The woman nodded her head rapidly up and down and replied, “Yes-”
She was interrupted by the nurse saying, ”WOW!, Oh, my God!”
“Have you ever had sex with another woman, monique?” asked the Doctor.
The woman shook her head rapidly side to side and said, “Oh, No, Doctor. I never-”
“I understand, monique,” said the SexDoctor cutting off the woman’s last sentence. “You’d love to have great, satisfying sex with anyone right now, wouldn’t you?”
The new sex patient nodded her head rapidly up and down while only vocalizing, “Uh-huh”.
“Now, this is what we’re going to do with you today, monique,” he said while sitting on one side of the Examination Chair. He reached down and turned up the settings on the bluish light by two more increments.
“First, you will no longer address me as Doctor. I am your SexMaster now. You will refer to me as Master, Sire, Sir or My Lord. Do you understand?”
“Yes, M-M-Master,” replied Monique, again having trouble speaking.
“Good. Now Your Master demands complete obedience to His every command. Is that clear?” He continued.
“Yes, Master, Sir,” the now submissive redhead replied as she continued to stare at the bluish light.
“If you are completely obedient then, and only then, you will be rewarded," He continued. "Is that clear?"
The redhead could only stare and nod her acknowledgement.
"You’re going to be Your Master’s own personal nymphomaniac. Your Master is going to turn your into his sexslave. You will follow any and all of Your Master’s commands. You will do so lovingly and derive great pleasure from knowing that you have pleased Your Master. Your will seek your Master’s love, satisfaction and approval at all times. Does the slave understand and agree to this?”
“Oh, Yes, Master, what may I do to please you?,” said the willing redhead.
A satisfied smile came across the Doctor’s face as He continued, “Lean forward.”
The redheaded slave did so. she was wearing a somewhat conservative, long blue sun dress that went to almost to her ankles. The front revealed almost no cleavage which didn’t surprise the Doctor. The Doctor reached behind the woman and deftly slid the woman’s dress zipper downward.
The Doctor whispered into the woman’s ear, ”My slave has way too many clothes on. W/we must take them off. Now, reach your arms upward.”
She did so as the Doctor pulled up her dress off above her head. The once modest woman was wearing one thing that surprised the Doctor and that was a bright red, lacy thong. Her bra, however, was a fairly old fashioned white lace that covered what appeared to be two fairly large breasts.
“The slave wants to be naked for her Master, doesn’t she?”
“Oh yes, Master, Please,” exclaimed the now exuberant slave.
“Please remove the rest of your clothes, slave,” He commanded.
The mother slave immediately responded by removing the rest of her undergarments. With an almost serene look on her face her gaze immediately went back to staring at the hypnotic, bluish light.
erika’s mom had a surprisingly nice body, thought the man. She had darker red hair that probably was dyed, He thought, to cover some gray He guessed. She wore bangs that covered the top part of a nice, oval shaped face. her dark green eyes were somewhat doe-like that gave her the appearance of a woman that was much younger. she had lovely long lashes that she had shared with her . Her full lips were adorned by dark pink lipstick and guarded a mouth of beautiful teeth. The SexDoctor was particularly pleased with the shape and size of her breasts. Her somewhat slender build was punctuated by two large, wonderfully shaped boobs that were widely set apart and barely showed any signs of stretching from childbirth. Each tip was adorned by a large, perfectly round, reddish-brown nipple that stood up proudly and nearly begged for attention. her flat stomach belied some exercise regime that did her 37 year old body proud. The Doctor smiled seeing the C-section scar that made Him think of how wonderfully tight that the mother’s pussy would be.
“shelley, tell me how many colors the spites are when I do this,” He instructed.
“Oh, yes, Sir,” replied the nurse from the background.
The Doctor leaned in close to the now naked woman and started to berate her, “You love to be naked because you’re just a worthless cunt, aren’t you? You’re going to have to beg Your Generous Master to fuck your dirty, worthless hole, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master, YES, I’m a -I’m a-”
shelley from the background shouted, “Red, Blue Green, Yellow....off the scale!”
“You’re a worthless little cunt, aren’t you? A nympho ?”
“YES, Master, I’m a nympho !,” exclaimed the once subdued redhead.
The SexDoctor walked over to erika and reached up under her plaid skirt and then, without hesitation, reached under the girl’s panties and, for the first time, massaged the young girl’s neglected “G” spot while pressing His lips once more down upon the willing teenage girl’s hungry mouth. The ’s swollen clit almost leaped into His skilled fingers. erika flung her arms around the Doctor and enthusiastically kissed her Older Lover’s sensuous mouth. Suddenly moaning uncontrollably the girl gently started thrusting her young pussy up and down toward the Man’s skilled fingers.
Without looking the SexDoctor continued His dialogue with the sex slave mom. “And you’re a worthless little cunt, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master, I’m a worthless cunt,” said the mother, almost eagerly, while she watched the SexMaster fondling her very willing . Again, the older redhead felt a wave of sexually euphoria and stimulation while watching the sex scene that played out before her. she would do anything that her new Master desired from her in order to continue feeling the budding sexual ecstasy that coursed through her.
Lowering His voice to almost a whisper the SexDaddy spoke into the young ’s left ear, “Your mother is very sexy. Do you like her being your Daddy’s sexy little slave?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” said the adoring girl, “Will you let me watch you have sex with her, Daddy?”
“Would you enjoy watching your Daddy do very naughty, sexy things that will make your slave mother cum and cum for your Daddy?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” replied the selfless , almost bouncing up and down with excitement. “Please make Mom cum and cum in naughty orgasms!” she squealed.
Turning back to the older redhead the SexDoctor continued, “And the worthless cunt will enjoy every second of being a cumslut, won’t she? Beg your Master for sex!”
“Oh, yes, Master please, what can I do?” said the pleading redhead.
“The slave will no longer use the word I unless instructed to do so,” commanded the SexDoctor. “you repeat your last sentence properly by saying ‘Oh, yes, Master, please, what can your worthless cunt do?’”
“Oh, yes, Master, please, what can your worthless cunt do?” the mother replied obediently with an almost satisfied smile crossing her lips.
“That’s right, you please Your Master when you obey His commands without hesitation,” said the smiling SexDoctor.
“Oh, Thank You, Master,” said the redheaded slave.
Shelley from the background shouted, “That was Red, Blue Green, Yellow....ALL off the scale over and over again!”
“shelley, I think we’ve just discovered the World’s Greatest Sex slave. Bring me the SB5 with it’s remote,” exclaimed the very pleased and somewhat surprised Doctor.
“Oh, Yes Sir!,” replied the obedient nurse with a sly smile on her face.
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The Taking of The Desert Rose - Chapter Four
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Posted:Oct 19, 2007 10:47 pm
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Chapter Four - “The Journey”
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
-Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000
Business had brought michelle into my state and, poor girl, she had to get up after just a few short hours and get ready for her work. I drove her off to her car and made plans to see her that night at my place.
I was lucky and did not have to work that day and went back home to catch up on my sleep. After a few hours the phone rang and woke me up.
“Daddy?” the little girl voice said.
“Hello princess,” I said in answering.
“Daddy, Do you still like me?”
“Oh course, darling, why would I not?”
“Oh Daddy, I’m so worried,” her little feeble voice trailed off.
“What, sweetheart,” I was fully awake now with that statement. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Daddy, ALL I can think of is you and pleasing you and pleasing, um- me...”
“That’s good, princess,” I continued. “But why are you worried?”
“Daddy, I’m worried that you don’t like me-”
“LOOK-,” I said sternly but calmly. “YOU are my special princess girl."
Then I continued very softly with as soothing a voice as I could muster,
“Last night you made me so very happy. You were a very, VERY good girl. You made Daddy so VERY happy that it is hard for me to express to you how wonderful I feel this morning. Does that make you feel better, darling girl?”
“REALLY? Really, Daddy?”
“Yes, silly girl. You please me and you satisfy me and you make me feel VERY special.”
“Oh, Daddy,” her voice broke slightly. “You make me feel special too.”
“Did Daddy please you too, princess?”
“Oh, Daddy,” she started to get more confident as she spoke. “Oh, Good Grief, Daddy--YOU GAVE ME, like, TEN ORGASMS!”
“And YOU LOVE to cum for Daddy, don’t you?”
“Oh YES! Yes, Daddy, so much!”
“You can’t wait for Daddy to make you cum again, huh?”
“Oh, Daddy, I want to cum for you right now! But, Daddy, I have work to do.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Daddy wants you to do well at your work.”
“Oh, Daddy, I can’t wait to see you later. I’m gonna be so good for you tonight.”
“Daddy loves you being his good girl. Thank you, princess.”
“No, Daddy, Thank YOU,” she paused for a second. “Um, I’m pretty silly, huh?”
“Yes, little girl,“ I chuckled. “You should not worry about Daddy’s feelings. Daddy desires you to be in his life VERY much. You are his special princess. His VERY special baby doll. Do you feel better now, darling?”
“Oh, Yes, Daddy,” she said with joy in her voice. “Daddy makes me soooo happy! Daddy?”
“Yes, little one?”
“I can’t wait to come see you tonight so that I can please you.”
“Very good girl. You please me just by saying so. Now you go work hard and make Daddy proud, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll see you tonight. ‘K?”
“Yes, my sweet, you go now and know that Daddy is thinking good things about you.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Bye now-”
And she was gone. I marveled that such a smart, beautiful woman could be so insecure.... ------------------------------------------
The evening could not come fast enough for me. I’m pretty sure she felt the same way. W/we had her check out of her hotel because, well, she wasn’t going to be spending anymore time there anyway.
She showed up wearing a full length coat while carrying a small suitcase. She was wearing her hair in two pigtails that pleased me very much. PLUS, she was sooo cute!
“Oh, Daddy!” she squealed delightfully as she embraced me passionately.
“Hello, princess,” I smiled at her just before I kissed her fully for the first time that evening.
“I missed my new Daddy soo much, today,” she enthused. “Oh, OH! Look Daddy, I dressed special for you!”
She opened the coat to reveal that she was wearing a sweater with a low cut “V” neckline that showed off her magnificent breasts that now were being cradled in a black, lacy push-up bra that made her cleavage look spectacular. She had on a VERY short, pleated miniskirt that barely covered her pubic region. She had on sheer black stockings and the same stiletto heels that she ahd worn the night before. She modeled the outfit which made her look VERY sexy as both the sophisticated woman and youthful “naughty girl”.
“Well, Daddy, WELL?”
“My special girl looks VERY wonderful. SO SEXY and SO very naughty! My princess wants to be naughty again, doesn’t she?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy, it’s all I think of. I want my sexy Daddy!”
I hugged her tightly and then kissed her once more. Her mouth seemed just starved for my affection. She kissed me with almost a desperate need to give me pleasure. I wanted to just take her right then and there. But that would be another time.
“Daddy? Daddy?” she asked meekly, in complete contrast to the kiss she had just given me.
“Yes, My darling?”
“Daddy, is that bad?”
“Is what bad, princess?”
She put her arms around my waist and, staring up with her “longing” eyes, she said slowly and softly:
“Is it bad for me to want you so bad? Is it bad that it is all I think of?”
“Oh, darling,” I said while kissing her forehead. “It’s hard for me not to think of you constantly. You please me so very much. Just enjoy your Daddy, okay?”
She got a devilish look on her face as she took two steps backwards and “flashed” me by lifting up the very short front to her skirt revealing that she was, as she had been instructed, not wear anything under her skirt with the exception of a black garter belt. She smiled with impish delight as she saw the look of pleasure and excitement on my face as I watched her.
I started to nod my approval and said, “VERY good girl!”
She bounced slightly in reaction to my encouragement.
“Come, Let us continue with the lesson that we started last night,” I commanded as I grasped her small hand in mine and led her into the living room once more.
“Oh, Daddy, please teach me more. PLEASE?”
“Yes, baby doll, I shall,” I continued. “Now, tonight we will explore your body more completely and, if you are very good, you will be allowed to explore Daddy’s body.”
“Oh, yes, Daddy, what may I do so I can please your body?”
I patted the cushions of the sofa, right in the middle, and said “You will sit right here. Please sit on the edge of the sofa.”
She was wonderful at obedience. She was wonderful at following my commands. She had almost perfect instincts for the role that she was playing for us both.
She immediately sat on the edge placing just enough of her beautiful ass onto the furniture so that it could maintain her.
“Good. My princess is so very good,” I encouraged as I kissed her forehead once more.
“You will spread your legs apart so that they are as close to the left front and right front sides of the couch as possible,” I instructed.
I bent downward and grabbed a leather strap that was attached to the far right underside of the couch and proceeded to start to wrap and tie the leather around michelle’s right ankle. I tightened the knot as secure as is safe.
“Daddy’s going to bind your ankles to the couch tonight. It’ll make it easier for me to conduct my lesson tonight,” I stated calmly. “Are you nervous at Daddy doing this?”
“Oh, no, Daddy, I- um I- um -want--um,” she stammered a little.
“What babygirl? Do you need to use the restroom?”
“Oh NO, Daddy. I um-,” she started to blush.
I had moved to the left ankle but stopped and said, “Silly baby doll, You can tell me.”
“I want to spread my legs for Daddy,” she finally let out, “and-and- and I want Daddy to do more of his wonderful, naughty things to me.”
“You’re Daddy’s beautiful girl and you’re going to please your Daddy very much tonight.”
“Oh Yes, Daddy! OH, YES PLEASE!”
I finished binding her left ankle and immediately reached over and gave my darling girl another long, passionate kiss. I was so very grateful, in that moment, to be graced by the presence of this absolutely adorable woman-.
My lover sat spread eagle before me and was quite content to be so.
I lifted her skirt upward and tucked it into her waist. Her gorgeous pubic region was so beautifully exposed now for me. It was “very hard”, pun intended, not to just “fuck her pretty baby doll brains out” right then and there. But I digress.....
“My little girl is my lover and my lover is my little girl, isn’t she?”
“Oh, Yes sweet Daddy. SO MUCH.”
“You were a VERY good girl to remember to not wear your panties.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, smiling delightfully.
I sat down next to her and reached downward to slowly start tracing my fingers across her inner thighs.
“You may take your top off while I give your beautiful pussy my attention,” I stated calmly.
She removed the sweater with enthusiasm and discarded it.
“My sexy bra, too Daddy? Do you want me to take it off too?”
I moved my finger up to the place right between her anus and vagina. “No, my darling, it pleases me so let’s leave it on for a few more moments.”
Her pussy was so incredible to me. I think that if I was asked to design the perfect pussy I could not do as good a job as my pretty princess already had. Her already swollen clit was protruding at least two full inches--telling me of her arousal. Her generous labia was sticking outward along it’s length at least one full inch and sometimes slightly more. Her olive skin transformed into a beautiful reddish-pink as her body changed into a gorgeous genitalia. I turned my hand so that the back of the hand was now facing her lovely labia. I brushed the back of my hand very slowly from the bottom towards the top of her clitoris.
She inhaled very quickly at the first and slightest contact.
Then I turned my hand around and moved very slowly with just my fingertips back downwards. I tried to just barely touch the surface of her very sensitive skin.
“Tonight you will give your Daddy you beautiful pussy,” I said in my soothing voice.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhh” she moaned softly as she became almost hypnotized by the sensual back and forth motion of my hand.
“You want to give your pussy completely, don’t you? In every possible way?”
“Ooohhhh Yessss Daddy plleeassee?”
“Tell Daddy you want him to touch it.”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy Pllleeeaassee touch my pussy.”
“Tell Daddy you want him to lick it.”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy Pllleeeaassee lick it with your tongue, your beautiful tongue.”
“Tell Daddy you want him to kiss it.”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy Pllleeeaassee kiss my pussy with your beautiful lips.”
“Tell Daddy you want him to eat it.”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy eat my pussy! Pllleeeaassee!”
“Tell Daddy you want him to fuck it.”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy fuck my pussy! Pllleeeaassee FUCK my pussy!”
“That’s right. That’s my good little baby doll. Do you wanna be Daddy’s Fuck Toy tonight?”
With that I started to rub gently at first, and then more rapidly and harder, her protruding clit.
“Oh, yes, Daddy, make me your Toy! Make me be your blow up doll! Pleeeassseee make me be your fucking BLOW UP DOLL! Yes, OH, GOD! Oh, god YES!”
“Good girl. You’re such a special girl. Daddy’s going to fuck you like you’re his special, pretty little toy.”
“Oh God, yes! Oh please, Daddy!”
I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear all in one motion. My cock was already as hard as it could be and stood there proudly throbbing. Sexy michelle stared and stared at it and slowly moaned out,
“Ohhhh yess Daddy.”
I grabbed the back of her head and thrust it downward upon my rock-hard cock. She positively grobbled up the sensitive cockhead and licked and suck so furiously that I thought she had become the perfect vacuum. I started moving her head up and down as she struggled to take the entire length.
“Take your bra off and play with those beautiful boobs. NOW!”
She was fabulous at doing two things at once and managed to give beautiful head as she also stripped off her bra and started to kneed and pull and pinch her breasts and very erect nipples.
“Good girl,” I complimented as I knelt in front of her and, cradling her gorgeous ass in my hands, I set about to “feast” upon her gushing pussy. I licked the beautiful lips of her pussy with passionate abandon. She nearly squealed with delight as my tongue forced open her gushing hole and forced it’s way inside. I stuck out my tongue and fucked inward and outward as if it were a small cock. Soon she was moaning out her praises to me.
I got up and from a standing position placed my erection at the entrance to her wonderful pussy and said,
”What does my fuck toy want? Tell Daddy you want him to fuck it.”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy fuck my pussy! Pllleeeaassee FUCK my pussy!”
But, instead of continuing at the hurried pace I had set I slowed way down. I purposefully pushed my cock VERY slowly inward until it was up to it’s hilt. Then I VERY slowly withdrew it. Slowly inward and slowly outward. Fucking such a beautiful woman made it REALLY easy for me to stay excruciatingly hard which made it really easy to go slowly while staying so VERY aroused.
“Do you love it slow, my little blow up doll?”
“Ooohhhhhhhh Goddddddddd. Yes Daddddyyy, God Yessssssss. So close, so close. Oh, Don’t stop, Daddy! Don’t stop!”
“Do you want to cum all over your Daddy’s naughty cock?”
“Oh, yesss, Daddy---oooohhhh yeesss. Daddy, can I? Can I plleeeaasseee?”
“Yes, my little fuck toy-- my little blow up doll. Cum for your Daddy. Cum and Daddy will reward you. Daddy will fill your pussy with his own hot, white cum!”
“Ohhhh, Yes, Daddy! Ohhhh Daddy! Ohhhh Daddy! Ohhhh Daddy! Ohhhh Daddy!”
And then she exploded in orgasmic joy and proceeded to rake her nails into my back so hard that she left little bloody marks. I didn’t care I just loved watching my precious girl experiencing such ecstasy at my hands.
“Tell Daddy that you want him to fill your pussy!”
Oh, Daddy PLLEEEAASSSSEEE fill my pussy with your cum! Please! Oh, Please! Cum all over me. Cum all in me. FUCK YOUR BLOW UP DOLL!!!!!!
Much to my great satisfaction, I started to orgasm as profusely as I ever have while my beautiful girl exploded in a second, very unexpected orgasm. We both thrust and thrust at one another in completely orgasmic bliss. There is nothing more special physically than that mutual sexual satisfaction.
“Very good girl,” and with that I stopped and stood up.
Pretty michelle bucked and thrusted her now drenched pussy upwards but found no cock to please her. She looked at me with just a slight disappointment in her eyes.
“You’re a very good girl, “ I said calmly. “So, what lesson has Daddy been teaching you my precious little one?”
“That Daddy makes me REALLY HORNY really easily?”
I laughed and said, “No, my silly, sexy girl. Although Daddy REALLY loves how beautifully horny and aroused you get at his hands. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Daddy, I just want to listen to what you say and do it for you. For me too.”
“Beautiful princess, that is mostly right. Good girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“The point of the lesson is obedience and trust. Daddy wants you to trust him and do what he says. He wants you to respond to his requests, no matter what he asks, and trust that he wants you to be safe and for you to really LOVE the things he has you do or the things that he does to you or for you. Does that make sense baby doll?”
“I think so, Daddy.”
“Do you trust me, princess?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. You’re my special Daddy.”
In my own goofy moment I brought my shoulder over to where her arms could reach and leaned down toward her.
“What Daddy?”
“Go ahead and hit it. You would have if I’d been closer.”
She burst out laughing at my joke and my playfulness and hit it slightly.
“Oh, silly Daddy. You’re a goof ball!” she said with a wide, bright smile on her face.
I knelt between her legs just then and surprised the hell out of myself by saying, “But you love me, don’t you?”
“Oh, Daddy, “ she said while surprising both of us with tears rolling up into her eyes. “I’m falling hopelessly in love with my goofy Daddy.”
She was smiling but the tears started to run down her face very slowly.
I placed my arms around her and hugged her from my kneeling position.
“Oh, my sweet little angel, don’t cry,” I tried to soothe her by stroking her beautiful hair.
Then I pulled her back with my hands on her shoulders and looked into michelle’s sensitive, beautiful face.
“YOU are my special girl and, more than anything in this world Daddy wants to love you, and take care of you, and give you all the pleasure and happiness in the world.”
“Really?” she said with her wide eyes that still were slightly crying.
“Really, darling. REALLY.”
She flung her arms around me and held me tighter than she ever had and said softly, “Please don’t leave me, Daddy. Please? Please don’t ever leave me, Please Daddy?”
We hugged and hugged as I said softly in return, “Daddy wants you, darling, SO VERY MUCH. You’re Daddy’s good special girl. Now that I’ve found you I won’t ever let go of you.”
I pulled back again and looked at her as she slowly started to calm down. I looked into those deep, soulful eyes of hers and saw such pain within them. It almost took my breath away.
“My sweet princess girl. I have this feeling deep within my soul. Do you know what that is?”
“No, Daddy,” she said still quite emotional.
“I believe that more than anything in the whole world that I was meant to meet you and to love you. And I also believe that more than anything in the whole world that you were meant to meet me and to love me.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she said slightly sniffling as she wiped away her tears. “That’s beautiful.”
There was a pause and then I said very slowly:
My special little baby doll, Daddy’s been so lonely. Daddy has searched all of his life to find his special little girl, his beautiful princess girl. Daddy was so lonely the other night before you sat down next to him. Did you know that?”
“No, Daddy.”
“I-”
She cut me off saying, “Beautiful princess girl was lonely too, Daddy. So lonely too.”
I grabbed both of her hands as I knelt there.
“Daddy is going to give you a special promise tonight. Do you want to hear Daddy’s special promise?”
“Oh yes, Daddy, please.”
I really don’t know what happened just then. But, for the first time in years, I started to shed tears in front of someone, but I spoke anyway, “As long as your Daddy is alive I swear to you in my special promise that you will never, EVER be lonely again.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she reached her hand out and gently brushed away the few tears that were rolling down my cheeks.
She grabbed me once more and hugged and hugged me.
And then, out of nowhere, she cried out softly, “Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!”
“I love you too, princess. Very, very much. Thank you for being with Me.”
And with that I started to kiss and kiss her. I wanted all of the passion within me to somehow be realized in that special kiss. It wouldn’t surprise me if it went on for one solid hour. I don’t really care. I have never felt so much love and so much pain, the pain of loneliness revealed and realized, all at the same time. I knew at that moment that I would never, ever feel complete without my beautiful michelle to love and cherish and to be the focus of the passion in My Soul........
I undid the leather straps and took My beautiful princess girl off to bed with Me.
W/we made love five more times before dawn. Each time W/we fell asleep holding each other and telling each other how much W/we loved one another........
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The Continuing Adventures of Dr. SexDaddy, M.D. - Chapter Three
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Posted:Oct 8, 2007 9:07 pm
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CHAPTER THREE
In the waiting room, 18 year old erika fidgeted as if uncomfortable. she was happy, no relieved, to finally be back to see the SexDoctor. she had so many questions about what she felt was odd behavior on her part in the three days since see saw the Doctor for the first time.
First, was the strange dreams that she had been having-- followed by an almost overwhelming urge to reach down and play with her vagina. she would wake up very wet “down there” for the first time in her young life. But, she knew that she could ask the Doctor “why she felt like that....”
Second, was the shopping spree that she went on for no apparent reason. The day after her first appointment she felt an insatiable urge to go buy the somewhat odd clothes that she felt she had to wear to today’s appointment. erika had never owned a plaid skirt or black and white saddle shoes before. But she JUST HAD to go buy them the other day.
As she sat there she glanced at her attire: White button-down blouse, plaid skirt, short white bootie socks and the saddle shoes. Her dark auburn hair she absolutely had to put into pigtails today. But she felt a sense of relief to be attired the way that she was and just about to finally have her appointment.
Thirdly, she could swear that her breasts were somewhat bigger than just a few days earlier.....
Just then the door opened to reveal nurse shelley.
“Hello, my dear,” exclaimed the nurse. “It’s very nice to see you so soon. My-my,...look at how you are dressed today. The Doctor will be very pleased. So, let’s go," she finished with a motion towards the door.
“You think he’ll like it? Really?,” said the while starting to blush slightly.
“I KNOW he will, my dear," said the older woman reassuringly.
As the 18 year old passed the other woman she thought to herself, “Wow, nurse shelley’s not wearing a bra! I can even see her hard nipples-” Even without speaking this it caused Erika to blush. She giggled aloud.
“What’s amusing?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said as she entered the examination room and headed toward the chair without receiving any instructions to do so.
The Sex Doctor approached the girl and extended his hand to her which she shook. “Hello Miss erika, it is very nice to see you again...I should say see you so soon,” He said with a big smile.
“I’m sorry about canceling next week’s appointment, Doctor, but I felt like I just had to come and see you again THIS WEEK.”
“That’s okay, my young dear, many times someone in their first several “treatments” feels like they need to get some more immediate attention to their needs......” replied the Doctor knowingly. “Please take your position in the examination chair and we’ll talk further about your situation.”
“Oh, yes, Doctor,yes,” exclaimed the girl, “Ummm, do you like the way that I dressed today?” she said almost flirtatiously.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my sweet girl, for not mentioning that.” said the Doctor, “I would say that you look very lovely. I like your hair in those cute pigtails. I would say that you look very adorable today, Miss erika. you have pleased me very much.”
“Good,” said the girl, “I just felt like I had to dress like this today. I’m glad you like it, Doctor.” erika positioned herself so that she was comfortable reclining into the large, odd Examination Chair.
“Nurse, lights please,” requested the Doctor. The nurse dutifully walked over and flipped off the normal room lights. “Now, my dear erika, tell me about your experiences,” He said while positioning the main light arm above the auburn haired girl’s head.
“I’ve had the strangest dreams, Doctor,” said the girl, “Wild, sexy dreams---like I’ve never had in my life.”
“This sometimes happens after the first treatment, my dear. This is not unusual,” comforted the Doctor while turning on the bluish light above the girl’s head.
“But I’ve been waking up so wet, down there, y’know?”
“Oh, yes, I know, my sweet girl.” He replied while turning the intensity of the blue light up two settings.
The girl started to comment further but found that she couldn’t speak any further.
The Doctor reached over and started to unbutton the girl’s blouse while saying, “You will now remember everything that your mommy and Daddy did with you the other day. You will remember how aroused you were when Daddy sent you away. How old are you today, Little Girl?”
“I’m-I’m 14, Daddy,” said the girl with her voice rising slightly higher than it had just been a moment before.
“Good girl. And what do you want to do more than anything else?”
“I want to please my Daddy and mommy.”
“Yes, you do. It’s all you can think of, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy, how can I please you?”
“First, you’ll enjoy Daddy talking off this cute top that you’re wearing today. Won’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy I want you to play with my boobies again.”
With that the girl leaned forward to give the Doctor better access to take off the blouse and then to unhook and remove her bra. The now topless girl leaned back in the chair and smiled sweetly up at the Doctor as if to say “What now, Daddy?”
“Your boobs have gotten bigger this week, haven’t they?” inquired the Doctor.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” she said while reaching down and squeezing each of her teenage titties. “I had to buy some new bras this week.”
Actually, her milky-skinned breasts were nearly flat when she visited the Doctor for the first time. They now were a very healthy C cup with pink nipples that had grown from tiny up to several inches across.
“That’s very good, my dear. The next time you visit your Daddy he would like for you to buy a sexy bra just for him to see. Would you enjoy doing that for your Daddy?,” asked the SexDoctor.
The nodded her head rapidly up and down. She giggled and said, “What type of sexy bra, Daddy?”
“Daddy would love for you to buy a demi-bra or one that has holes where your nipples are. Would you do that for your Daddy?”
The nodded her head rapidly up and down while giggling further.
“Good,” He said.
The Doctor reached down to the side of the chair and into the utility drawer to bring out two small two inch vacuum tubes. He flipped the compressor switch and brought both vacuums “online”.
“That’s right, my dear. You love your boobs, don’t you? You’d love your Daddy making your boobs even bigger wouldn’t, you?”
“I love having big boobs for Daddy,” she said while cupping her lovely breasts.
“Yes, you’re just going to love having big boobs for your Daddy. Sometime soon your Daddy will fuck your big boobs with his hard, excited cock. He’ll cum all over them sometime soon. That will give your Daddy great pleasure. Daddy cumming and cumming all over your lovely boobs. You know that your Daddy’s cock has to cum sometimes, don’t you? You’ve been dreaming of your Daddy’s cock, haven’t you, My Naughty Girl?”
The girl blushed several shades of red and nodded yes and then said, “Daddy’s cock has got to cum!” she blurted out excitedly and then blushed again having just uttered the nastiest sentence of her young life.
“Yes, and you’ll please your Daddy very much when it does. But let’s get back to focusing on your pretty titties,” said the Doctor switching back to the original subject.
“Oh yes, Daddy, I love to play with them in front of Daddy,” she said while demonstrating some of the things that she had learned to do to her breasts just that week.
“You want your Daddy to do what to them?”
“I want Daddy to lick and suck and squeeze and play with them. Oh, Please, Daddy?”
“That’s right. You’re such a Good girl for your Daddy," he continued while reaching over and squeezing her left breast while lowering his mouth to her more-than-willing nipple. He licked the pink flesh causing the nipple to harden and distend. He pulled the rapidly distending nipple into his mouth and enjoyed the young girl’s reaction.
The girl started to moan, “Oh, yesssss, Daddy, yessss, plllleeeeaaassseee,”
He then proceeded to enjoy the girl’s nipple for several minutes. The young girl moaned her approval over and over. Then he stopped and brought forward the first of the two vacuum tubes and placed it to the young girl’s lips. She immediately licked and lubricated the inside lip of the tube---just as she had been taught. The Doctor then removed it from her mouth and placed it on top of the excited left nipple. Immediately, the tube sucked the nipple forward giving the girl more pleasure.
“OHHHHH, Daddy’s soooo goooodddd...”
The Doctor then repeated his actions on the right nipple with much the same reactions from the sex-starved girl. Dr. SexDaddy leaned forward to within a few inches of the girl’s angelic face. He proceeded to stroke the girl’s long auburn hair. Somewhat unexpectedly, The Doctor then proceed to kiss the young girl’s hungry and willing mouth. He kissed the girl’s top lip gingerly and then the lower lip. The excited started to stick her tongue out from her mouth but found it greeted by the older Man’s skilled tongue. The SexDaddy then smothered the young girl’s mouth with His and kissed her deeply, using His experienced tongue to caress the girl’s. The girl reacted by moaning softly while putting her arms around her Daddy’s neck. The Man kissed and kissed His aroused patient. For erika, she found her head swimming in erotic and sensual sensations and sexy thoughts.
At that moment the Doctor pulled Himself slightly away and said to , “Now, your Daddy is going to take off your panties. Would you like that?” He asked as He reached up under the ’s plaid skirt. His fingers started to stroke the outside of the girl’s panties. As expected, the girl’s lacy underwear was very wet to the touch. He could feel through the wet material that the young girl’s labia was already sticking outward, very excited.
The girl nodded her head rapidly up and down. erika could not believe how wonderful the Doctor’s fingers felt against her panties. Much to her surprise, erika’s teenaged hips started to move slightly, involuntarily, back and forth with the same rhythm of the Doctor’s fingers.
“Good girl, now next time you need not wear any panties at all when you visit your Daddy. That way your Daddy can get easy access to your cute, pussy. Have you been thinking about your cute, little pussy this week?”
Again, the girl nodded her head rapidly up and down.
“Oh, YES DADDY, Every morning my pussy would be so wet and I - I-”
“You wanted to touch it and do naughty things to it, didn’t you?”
“Oh, Yes, Daddy, but I was good and brought it to you. I thought Daddy will know what to do about me being sooooooo sooooooo-”
“So, Horny, my dear? Are you horny for your Daddy’s attentions?,” said The SexDaddy with a sweet smile crossing his lips.
Just then there was a very unexpected knock on the examination room door. The Doctor turned and said, “What the-”
He moved from His position to a place just behind the chair where He opened yet another utility drawer and pulled out a long, silver cylinder that looked somewhat like a flashlight. The knocking continued.
“shelley, do we have anyone scheduled right now?,” He barked out very loudly.
“No, Sir, this is completely unscheduled-” replied the nurse.
“DAMN-, shelley, KILL the Lights! All of them!” He shouted.
“Yes, Sir, got ‘em,” The nurse shouted back as she flipped the switches that would plunge the entire room into total darkness.
”So, Who, I wonder-” The Doctor said as He moved toward the door but it was too late. Bursting through the examination room door was an attractive redhead woman in her late thirties.
It was erika’s mother.........
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The Taking of The Desert Rose - Chapter Three
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Posted:Oct 8, 2007 8:51 pm
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Chapter Three - “Exploration, Part Two”
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love
-Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000
“Oh, Daddy, let me clean the floor,” she implored, somewhat embarrassed at her “outburst”.
I stopped her as she started to pull away and pulled her back in towards me once more. I took her left hand in my right and pulled it gently downward and placed it upon the bulge in the front of my pants.
Her eyes got very wide and then a large smile broke out on her face. She looked downward in complete fascination and slowly, very gently rubbed the surface while saying very softly:
“Oh, Daddy, Oh Daddy--- ,” she repeated this over and over again almost as if it were a sexual mantra.
I then took the hand away and, grasping it firmly in my own, led her by saying, ”Let us go into the living room now my sweet princess girl.”
She put both hands around mine and followed obediently while saying softly, in her beautiful, high little girl’s voice, “Oh, Yes, Daddy. Oh, Yes.”
As I walked U/us into the living room I guided U/us over to the sofa and grabbed off of the top of it a vary large throw pillow which I set upon the ground in front of the couch.
I kissed michelle’s forehead softly and, while looking into her deep, longing eyes, I said calmly, “You will kneel upon this pillow. This is my little girl’s special “kneeling pillow”.
She kneeled upon the pillow without hesitation. She sat slightly upon her own ankles as she continued to stare upwards at me.
“I like having a special pillow, Daddy," she said with a hint of both innocence and nervousness in her voice.
“Good girl,” I continued calmly while placing gently my right hand upon her chin and lifting her head to look into my multicolored eyes. “You will remove your pretty high heels now, my sweet princess. You will not be needing them anymore tonight.”
Immediately, she lifted her beautiful ass off of her ankles and removed the stilettos and placed them aside.
“Very, good girl,” I encouraged. “You always please your Daddy so much when you do exactly as he says. Did you know that?”
“Oh, yes Daddy,” she said enthusiastically as I bent down to kiss her once more on her lovely, tanned forehead. “I love to please my Daddy.”
I bent downward and once again kissed her generous, sensual mouth. She was already in a state of great arousal and probably wished that I would just “throw her down onto the floor and take her right then and there”---But that would be another time.
“You are the most sweet and special girl for Daddy,“ I continued.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said softly as she looked downward, somewhat insecure.
I pulled her chin upward once more to look at my approving, accepting face.
“Now this part of the lesson deals with pleasing your Daddy. The most special “little girls” want only to please their special Daddy in any way that he desires. What will you do to please your Daddy right now?” I said, somewhat testing her.
“Oh, Daddy,--Oh, I want so much to-” she started to reach towards the front of my pants and stopped herself, much to my amusement and delight. She was really trying to make sure that she answered exactly right. She then placed her hands at her sides and, looking lovingly up at me once more, said:
“I will do exactly as you say, Daddy,” she said somewhat, but not completely, confident that she had given the right answer.
“VERY GOOD girl!,” I said as I lifted her completely off of her feet with my powerful arms. I once again crushed my mouth upon hers and kissed her exquisite lips and mouth. I gently set her downward upon her feet as I continued to kiss, and generously tongue, her very willing oral cavity. Both of U/us were eventually gasping for air as W/we became almost overcome by the thrill of having discovered such mutual need and desire within one another.
“You will kneel again,” I said as calmly as my heavy breathing would allow.
She did so.
I looked down upon her sternly and asked, “You’ve been trained by another Daddy, haven’t you?”
Her face moved from elation to fear and insecurity in a split second. I was crushed to change the mood and wanted to kick myself.
She looked downward at the floor once more and stammered nervously, “Oh, NO, Daddy. Oh, please don’t be angry with me. Please. Please, Daddy?”
As some of the Dominants would tell you: sometimes Our flaw is to “desire control more than happiness”.....
Because of my own displeasure with my “desire for control” I did something that I have not done before, nor have I done since: I knelt in front of the fragile woman so that we were exactly on the same level. I lifted her chin to see a look of sorrow and to see that she was almost in tears.
A completely genuine smile crossed my face and I said, as lovingly as I can,
“Don’t be worried, little girl. Daddy is not angry with you. Daddy wants to take care of you.”
I grabbed and held both of her hands. Then I continued:
“He wants to make you happy because you have a loving Daddy in your life. What my special princess has done in her past will not make me angry with you. You please me so much by following my commands with such wonderful obedience. I love you being obedient for your Daddy. My princess is so special to me. My darling girl makes me so very happy. I can not believe that we met each other some how. I have needed you all of my life.....”
And then my voiced trailed off. I could not believe that I was that vulnerable in that moment.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said as she both smiled and started to cry. “You are a beautiful Man. And-and--”
She wiped the tears away and continued to smile although she was being overcome with deeply felt emotions, “and-and I’ve needed to find you all of my life...”
Her voice trailed off also and we both knelt there in silence for what seemed like ages. Then, out of nowhere, she slugged me on my shoulder saying:
“Silly Daddy made me cry,” she said as she continued to smile and stifle her remaining tears.
“I’m sorry, darling girl,” I continued as sincere as I have ever been. “Daddy doesn’t want you to cry or be hurt--EVER.”
And, with that, I grabbed her once more and W/we held each other as tightly as W/we could. I found myself, in that moment, feeling absolute love for this beautiful, fragile woman.
“So, I’m probably really stupid to ask this but-” I continued cautiously. “Has my sweet little girl ever had a Daddy relationship before?”
“Oh, Daddy is not stupid,” she said starting to calm down and hitting my shoulder again.
Then she paused and said,
“I’ve dreamed of having my Daddy. I’ve read books and stories that I’ve found, well, different places. They made me so horny to be with Daddy. I’ve talked to people online about it. But, Daddy, there are mean people out there trying to hurt me. And so many people have said that my dreams are very naughty and even nasty! I don’t like those people very much. I’ve dreamed of being with my Daddy and I’ve even written some stories about me and Daddy. Oh! Oh! Would you read my stories Daddy, PLEASE!?!”
“Yes, sweet girl," I said while caressing her soft cheek with my hand. “I’d love to read your Daddy stories.”
“Oh, Thank you, Daddy,” she said with a sense of glee in her voice now.
I rose to my feet again and said, “Okay, special girl we will now continue with your lesson.”
“Oh, OH! Pretty PLEASE! Oh YES, Daddy! Pretty PLEASE!” she cheered outward while she bounced her cute ass on top of her ankles.
“Now you will tell me how much you wish to please me,” I said, on purpose, giving her an open ended request to see her response.
“Oh, Daddy, please make me please you. PLEASE!?!” she pleaded in an aroused tone of voice.
“Okay, my princess, how will you please me?”
“I’ll do whatever Daddy wishes. What do you wish? Please tell me, Daddy.”
“Tell me that you have pretty boobs to show Daddy,” I requested in my soothing baritone.
She arched her back and moved her shoulders backwards so that her beautiful breasts were thrusting outward.
“Daddy, please look at my pretty boobies, please.”
“Now you will cup and play with your pretty tits,” I continued. “Tell me how much you love for me to watch you play with your lovely titties.”
“Ooohhh, I just love to play with my titties, Daddy. They feel so good for Daddy.”
It was not long before she was very self-absorbed with her auto-erotic experience. She genuinely loved to kneed and massage and caress her own breasts. But then she stopped and pleaded:
“Ohhhh, Daddy, may I please play with my nipples, please?”
I kissed her generously on her welcome mouth and praised her, “My little girl is such a good girl for asking her Daddy’s permission. You pleased your Daddy very much. You will please Daddy more by showing him how much you love to play with your lovely nipples for him.”
And with that I kissed her again as she proceeded to play with her rapidly re-hardened nipples. I move slightly backward just to gaze at the sight of this beautiful female playing so sensually and successfully with her own self.
“Do you love to play with your nipples? Do you love to play with your nipples for Daddy?”
“Ooohhh yesss Daddy. Nipples are sooo good. Nipples are sooo goooddd,” she moaned out her response as she continued to pinch and pull and massage and rub.
“Good girl. Daddy loves you to play with yourself for him. Daddy loves to watch his beautiful little princess enjoy her beautiful, sexy body. Does my princess know that Daddy finds you to be very beautiful and very sexy?”
She stop her auto-erotic stimulus and stared at my kind face as I reached downward and kissed her lovely, sensuous lips once more.
“Really, Daddy? Oh, REALLY?” in a childlike voice that showed a sense of astonishment in it’s fragile tone.
“Really, my darling girl. You are very, very beautiful to Daddy,” I said as I stared with great affection into her lovely eyes.
From out of no where she reached behind my head and pulled me downward to crush her own mouth on top of mine while kissing and kissing my slightly-surprised mouth.
Then she stopped, suddenly realizing that she might have done something wrong.
“Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry I- I um-”
That’s okay, my innocent babygirl. NEXT TIME, However, you will ask ‘Please Daddy, Please may I kiss your beautiful lips and mouth’” I said while grinning widely and then bellowing out one of my “evil laughs” that she loved so much to hear.
“Daddy? My sweet Daddy? Please?” she continued in her high, childlike voice.
“Yes, my darling?”
“Daddy, you do have beautiful lips and mouth for your princess, huh?” she said softly but also very coyly.
I thought for a moment about giving a serious reply but chose romantic instead, “Daddy’s mouth is only REALLY beautiful when he is kissing his beautiful girl.”
This time I grabbed both of her still excited nipples and pulled her upwards toward me as I proceeded to kiss her mouth and then traverse my way down her neck until I was once again kissing and licking and caressing her gorgeous boobs.
“Ooohhh yyeesss Daaaaddyyyy. Yeessss, ooohhhh,” she purred in absolute sexual bliss.
I took her right hand and placed it upon the bulge in my pants. She moaned her approval as she slowly, tentatively, started to caress and massage as best she could.
“Tell Daddy that you want his cock. Tell Daddy that you want to please his beautiful cock!”
“Oh, yesss. Oh, Please. OH PLEASE!” and then she pleaded “Please may I touch it? May I please it? Please?”
I stood up and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She knelt there in complete fascination while removing her hand so that I could pull the pants downward so that she was not just inches from the bulging cock that was barely restrained by my underwear.
“Kiss and lick the outside of my underwear,” I instructed.
As if hypnotized, she stared lustily at the protruding material and moved her mouth open on top of the first place that she placed it. Soon she was kissing and licking and sucking forward my cock through the flimsy material.
“That’s right. That’s my good girl,” I encouraged as I slowly stroked the back of her head again. “Tell Daddy how much you love his cock.”
“Ohhh, Daddy, I love your beautiful cock,” she purred and moaned.
“You want to lick and suck and please Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Ohhhhh, yess, Please Daddy,” she answered very slowly and seductively.
I pulled the underwear downward and exposed for the first time my cock and balls to my new, special lover. My cock immediately leaped outward, no longer restrained by the cotton fabric.
She stared at to with a look of pure lust and stimulation on her face.
“You will grab the shaft and slowly stroke it for Daddy,” I said soothingly.
“Ohhh, yes, Ohhh Daddy, YESsssss,” she continued slowly purring while staring at the full erection that presented itself before her.
“Oh, Daddy, it’s so smooth and silky to touch,” she continued in a lowered, sexy tone as she slowly moved her small fingers around the pulsating shaft. She slowly, almost gingerly, moved her fingers up and down the length up to the head and then back down the shaft to it’s base.
“I love it Daddy. I love your cock so much,” she said softly while still in an almost trancelike state.
“You will kiss the shaft and tell Daddy how much you want to please it with your mouth.”
“Ohhh, yyyess, Daddy,” she moved the shaft slightly to the side so that she could place her mouth in various places along it’s length.
“Please it with my mouth. Please it with my mouth,” she continued to repeat in between beautiful tender kisses that were both sensitive and sensual.
“That’s a very good girl,” I complimented as she continued to kiss and stroke, kiss and stroke my burgeoning, throbbing cock.
“You will reach down and start to play with your naughty, little-girl pussy as you continue to please me,” I said in almost complete contentment. “But you must not allow yourself to cum. You must ask Daddy’s permission to cum. do you understand?”
Beautiful michelle eagerly reached down with her free hand and started to furiously masturbate herself while taking just enough time to lift her mouth off of my cock long enough to say, “Oh, yes, Daddy!”
“Good girl. Now my good little princess will kiss the head of my cock. Place your lovely lips completely over the head and kiss it with your beautiful tongue.”
Without any reply she placed the sensitive, pulsating head into her sexy mouth and started to tongue and lick and suck upon this new object of her desire. She started to moan softly as she generously tried every way that she could think of orally pleasing the cockhead. It was one of the most satisfying moments of my sexual life at that moment.
She removed her lips and pleaded, “ohhhhhh, Daddy! Oohhhhh, I’m sooo close! OH, DADDY PLEASE! May I cum for you. Please DADDY?”
“Stop,” I said calmly but firmly. She did so. “I will teach you more about oral sex another time. Stand and follow.”
I reached out and led her over to the couch. I sat down and brought my legs somewhat together.
“You will straddle me with your knees on either side of my hips. You will take the cock in your hand and tell your Daddy how much you desire for him to fuck you,” I instructed in my soothing voice.
“Oh Yes! Daddy Oh! OH YES!!!,” she could barely get up on top of me fast enough. She gingerly stroked my full erection with both sensitivity and great passion.
“Daddy, Oh please, Daddy--WILL YOU PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!?! PLEASE, OH PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY!” she begged so very splendidly for me.
“Yes, my sweet. Daddy will fuck his little princess now.”
I almost could not stand anymore of the foreplay either and proceeded to grab her beautifully tapered waist and pulled her down on top of me. Her pussy was lush and so very wet and also, much to my delight, VERY tight.
It only seemed a minute before michelle was pleading with me once more, “Oh, Daddy, Please MAY I !?! PLEASE MAY I CUM FOR YOU DADDY? OH, FUCK! PLEASE!?!”
“Yes, my pet,” I started to shout “CUM ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING DADDY! GIVE YOUR DADDY THAT NAUGHTY CUM INSIDE OF YOU! GIVE YOUR DADDY YOUR CUM! NOW!!!”
“Oh, God! OH SHIT!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!!! YESS!!!
She started to grind her luscious pussy down upon me and proceeded to orgasm as profusely as I’ve ever witnessed anyone orgasm. She bucked and grinded and screamed and moaned out as if she had never orgasmed before. Her cum felt WONDERFUL.
Then she started to repeat over and over again, “Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!....” and then “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” in rhythm to her fuck strokes.
Then, much to my surprise, she slowed and became completely obsessed with my pleasure. She leaned down and started to rake her extremely hard nipples across my nearly hairless chest. She rubbed her nipples against mine and moved her breasts up and down upon me.
“Ohhh, Dadddyyy, OOOhhh Ddadddyy. It’s your turn to cum. Please cum for me. I want your cum soooo badly, Daddy. Please!?!”
“You want Daddy to cum inside that pretty little girl pussy? You want the naughty cum to fill that naughty pussy?”
“”Oh Yes! Yes, Daddy,” she started to speed up again and straightened herself so that she was almost seated upon my hard, driving cock.
“Please cum. Please cum. Please cum Daddy! Please cum. Please cum. Please cum Daddy! Please cum. Please cum. Please cum Daddy! OOOhhhhhhhh PLLLEEASEE! Please cum. Please cum. Please cum Daddy! Shit!!! DADDY! OH! DADDY!”
I raised myself up so that I was almost upright too and said, “You may cum again. You're Daddy’s beautiful slut now. CUM AGAIN NOW!!! Now you little slut!
And, on the second time that I used the word “slut” she did start to orgasm once more. This time it was, much to my complete surprise, even more intense than the last one.
I could no longer hold out, nor did I want to, and started to spew intense white hot cum up into her extremely hungry pussy. As I started to ejaculate her eyes got very big and she started to cum a third time just from the excitement of feeling the rush of semen within her.
“Oh God! Oh God! I’m sorry, Daddy! OHHHHH!!! I couldn’t help it! Oh God DAMN!!!!”
Afterwards, we both collapsed downward as I wrapped my arms around her drenched body and whispered into her ear, “It’s okay little one, Daddy understands. Daddy thinks your orgasm was very beautiful.”
She brushed her swet-laced hair away from her face and asked in between deep breathes, “Really, Daddy? Really?”
She smiled at me so sweetly just then. For the first time that night I did not see longing in her eyes. What I saw was pure satisfaction.
I took her to bed and much to my surprise she did not fall immediately asleep. She curled up in my arms and cuddled there.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Have you ever had other little girls like me before?”
“Yes, princess.”
“What happened to them?”
I sighed a loud sigh that was not lost on her.
“Some went off to other Daddys. Some left because it was time to go.”
“Daddy, What happened to the last one?”
I sighed again--this time quite loudly.
“She became an alcoholic.”
“What do you mean, Daddy?”
“She started getting drunk all the time. She learned to love getting drunk more than loving me....” my voice trailed off.
“You loved her, didn’t you, Daddy?”
“Yes, princess, I did. I did very much.”
There was a pause as michelle thought of what to say.
“You can love me instead, Daddy.”
I squeezed her as tightly as I dared.
“I need the love of a good little girl.”
“Oh, Daddy, it’s okay to love me. I’ll take care of you, Daddy.”
“I hope so, princess. I hope so”
There was another pause and I thought she was finally sleeping when she said:
“She made you sad, Daddy, didn’t she?”
“Yes, little one, she did.”
“I promise not to make you sad, Daddy”
“I hope so, princess. I hope so”
With that, she finally went to sleep. I don’t think she ever knew that tears were streaming down my face at that very moment..........
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The Fortune Teller - Chapter Two
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Posted:Sep 10, 2007 5:59 pm
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Chapter 2 - New Year’s Eve, Prohibition Chicago 1932
“It was a whole race gone hedonistic, deciding on pleasure.
The Jazz Age now raced along under it’s own power
served by great filling stations full of money...”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
I entered The Aragon Ballroom on Lawrence Avenue wearing my dress whites. I removed my overcoat and hat and checked them with the nice-looking check girl in the lobby. You could hear the band playing through the walls and even in the lobby the driving rhythm of the Swing Orchestra was pounding at your head and stomach. I pulled back the heavy curtains and stepped into the small hallway that led to the Ballroom’s main entrance. Crowding the hallway were several couples engaged in “amorous endeavors” and/or sharing various hip-flasks around. As I passed one “happy couple” the man, obviously drunk, reached out toward me to offer me a sip from his flask saying, “Here ya go, Admiral.”
I waved him off with a smile on my face saying, “No thanks, buddy.”
I entered the back of the Aragon and gazed upon the largest dance floor that I had ever seen. It was packed like a can of sardines. Shoulder to shoulder, body to body.
I grabbed the first bright-eyed blonde that I set my eyes on and had two dances under my belt with her before she sheepishly said, “I’m sorry, Sir, but I need to go back to my fiancé now.....”
I blushed slightly and smiled saying, “Oh, Gosh, Mame, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it’s O.K. You dance divinely, Lieutenant. My man, well, not so much.....” and then she smiled and said. “You’re a fella who’s going to make some girl here tonight REALLY happy!”
She giggled as she nearly ran back to, I’m sure, her waiting, jealous man.
I turned and stumbled, partially tripped actually, over a young woman who was still wearing her overcoat for some reason. She dropped her purse and I easily beat her downward to retrieve it for her. She was young and she was beautiful. I stood back upward and found myself looking into this face. She looked exotic, like a young Roman or Greek Goddess with perfect olive skin, but she also had her short hair in ringlets that framed her face so adorably. So, she looked like Betty Boop as well. She had absolutely large, beautiful brown eyes that were adorned by the most gorgeous, long black eyelashes.
“Here you go, Betty,” I said with a huge smile on my face as I handed her purse back.
She batted those gorgeous eyes at me and said, “Betty?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, um, Miss Boop, isn’t it then?”
“Ohhh,” and she placed her right index finger in front of her neck so that the tip came up and slightly touched the bottom of her chin. She curtsied while never taking her eyes of me and said, “Poo-poo-Pee-Doo!”
We both burst out laughing as much from her imitation as our mutual sexual tensions.....
“So, Miss Boop,-”
“Oh, Please call me Betty,” she said, cutting me off and giggling loudly while batting her lovely eyelashes at me as fast as she could. At the same time, she offered me her hand to shake.
I surprised her by turning her hand sideways and kissing the top of it. She blushed bright red and I knew that she found me attractive. But there was something else.
I knew her. I know I did. That face. Her laugh. Those eyes....especially those soulful brown eyes that allowed me to look right into her soul, or so I thought......
“Let me take your coat and check it,” I said.
“O.K., Captain,” she said smiling as she opened her overcoat for the first time.
She handed me the worn out coat and smiled even wider as I positively gawked at her. She was wearing a formfitting dress like I had never seen before. It was a black silk dress from somewhere in Asia. It clung tightly from her knees all the way up to her neck. It was buttoned diagonally from her waist across her nicely-shaped breasts up to a two-sided rounded collar. The black silk had golden highlights. The skirt had a long slit up it’s right side which exposed a partial view of what just had to be a very shapely “set of gams”.
I tried not to stare as I crossed past her to go back to the lobby for just an instant. As I hurried back to her I came upon her from behind and saw that her black silk dress had the most beautiful golden dragon stitched into it’s back.
She was unreal. A girl-woman from some other time and place. I was mesmerized.
I grabbed her small hand and said softly into her ear, “Come. Dance.”
I did not ask. I just simply took her. I knew that she would not protest. She was there for me and I was there for her.
We did “The Lindy” and we were an absolute force on the dance floor. After more than an hour I decided that we needed a break and, much to my surprise, as we exited the dance floor at least three couples came over and congratulated us on our dancing.
She started to reach into her purse fumbling for something. Anticipating her I pulled out my silver cigarette case and removed two cigarettes while saying, “You don’t need your own.”
She was pulling one cigarette out of her purse as I stopped her and again she smiled at me with a sense of gratitude. I placed the smokes into my mouth as I pulled my lighter from my pants pocket, flipped it open, and lit both cigarettes simultaneously. I pulled one out and turned it towards her mouth as I offered it to her. She gratefully grabbed the butt and took a long drag off of it. She exhaled and again smiled in great satisfaction.
“Thank you, Captain, um Sir,” she said coyly while again batting those lovely eyes.
“A lady should never light her own cigarette, darling,” I said smiling. “My name’s Jackson.”
“My name’s Evelyn,” she said while grabbing my hand and this time shaking it vigorously. “It’s nice to meet ya, Captain.”
“I’m only a Lieutenant, Miss Evelyn,” I said chuckling at her manors. “And it’s very nice to meet you too. So, just how old are you, little girl?”
“Um, 19, um, just two weeks ago on the 16th.......”
“Well, you’re old enough not to get me into too much trouble,” I continued to chuckled.
I pulled her back out onto the dance floor just as the music slowed down. She clung to me and I could feel her jiggling breasts rubbing against me in such a splendid fashion. All the time she stared and stared at me. And then she became insecure and looked down and talked about the first thing that caught her eye.
“What are your gold wings for?” she asked suddenly while pointing to the gold wings medal that was pinned on me.
“Those are my aviator’s wings, sweetheart. I am a Stunt Flyer for Squadron VF-1B, assigned currently to the U.S.S. Saratoga, mame.” I said.
I smiled broadly while snapping her a quick salute which became the only time that I let go of her. We both burst into laughter.
“So, what does that mean, CAPTAIN?” she said giggling.
I grabbed her once more and pressed her as close I as could to me. My mouth now was next to her ear.
“That means that I fly airplanes that fly and fight off of Naval ships,” I whispered somewhat solemnly. I pulled back slightly and looked at her.
“WOW, you fly aeroplanes! It sounds so--, so dangerous,” she replied seriously for one moment with her sensitive eyes opened very widely. I placed her head back against my shoulder.
“It is, Miss Evelyn. It is...” I said softly into her ear.
The two of us danced in silence for several moments after that.
I pulled back and, smiling broadly at her, I exclaimed, “But, I’m VERY good at it!”
She smiled back and encouraged me, “I’m sure you are, Sir.”
I could not stand it any further and pulled her off the dance floor. I placed my hands intertwined behind her small, tapered waist and stared deeply into those hungry brown eyes.
Then I leaned forward and whispered, “Say, Please Kiss me, Sir.”
She could not obey fast enough as she nodded her head and rapidly started saying, “Please Kiss me, Sir. Captain, Please? Will you ki-”
And before she could continue any further I pulled her upward toward me and quickly placed my open mouth down upon hers. As I inserted my tongue into her mouth her eagerness was evident. She tongued and tongued my experienced appendage. I enjoyed immensely the exploration of her completely willing mouth. The underside of her tongue was just luscious and soft. We went on and on until I noticed that, out of the corner of my eye, we were actually drawing a crowd.
As I pulled slightly away I looked to find evelyn still with her mouth partially open and her eyes still closed.
“Please don’t stop, Sir, Please,” she said softly.
“Little girl, look around, We’ve putting on a show.”
“Oh. GOSH, Captain, you REALLY know how to kiss!” she squealed as she realized that we had been drawing all sorts of attention to our own amorous behavior.
“Come with me, little girl,” I commanded as I once again took her small hand in mine but this time led her away to the check girl and our coats.
When I placed my Naval Officer’s hat upon my head she looked at me for a moment and then positively hurled herself at me and started giving me sweet little kisses all over my face and neck.
“Oh, Sir, you’re sooo handsome!” she squealed again right there in the lobby. “I just love to kiss. Is that okay, Sir?”
“Sure. Besides, I always dreamed of being kissed by Betty Boop!”
We both were laughing as we exited the Aragon, arm-in-arm, as I took her to my hotel.
My father was best friends with the owner of the hotel and had arranged for my room to actually have a radio and a bottle of champagne on ice in it. As we entered the room I did not turn on any lights but just let the flashing neon lights and street lamps bring their muted illumination in through the windows. I turned the radio on and was pleased that the station was playing slow dance music. I swept evelyn up into my arms and slowly danced with her as we kissed and kissed.
I started to slowly unbutton the bodice of the black silk dress.
“You want me to take your clothes off, don’t you?”
“Oh, Please, Sir,....I just want to please you so very badly. I don’t know why I feel like this. I’ve never felt like this ever with a boy, ur-, um-, man. I can’t help myself with you.....” her voice trailed off as she pressed her lips up into mine, just begging to be kissed once more.
I put my arms around her waist and, crushing her lithe body against mine, I tongued and kissed her precious mouth once more. It was so satisfying to be with her. It felt so right and so comfortable all at once.
“You will do anything and everything that I say from now on, won’t you?” I asked while removing my mouth from hers. “You wish to give yourself completely to me, don’t you?”
She looked at me with both great longing and lust and a queer innocence.
She nodded her head slowly, but then she blurted out:
“I’ll do anything for you, Jackson. I don’t know why, but I’ve had dreams of meeting my Knight in White. (she sighed) I’ll do anything. Anything you ask. Anything you say. PLEASE let me please you. What may I do? I don’t want to disappoint you, Sir, but---”
And she paused.
“But What?” I said chuckling.
“I really don’t know much at all about loving a man, Jackson, um Sir.”
“Are you a virgin, evelyn?”
“Um, Oh, God! I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry about anything, little girl,” I said softly while trying to calm the suddenly emotional girl.
“Now, just tell me, Are you a virgin, evelyn?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir, I am---Oh, please don’t be disappointed in me, please!?!”
And much to my surprise she dropped to her knees in front of me as she said the last sentence. She looked up at me, and I thought this was quite curious, with a great FEAR of being rejected just then. How could I, or would I, reject such a lovely creature? A man would be insane to not completely possess this woman if given the chance is what I thought just then.
“You do not disappoint me, little girl. Why would you think such a thing?”
I noticed a slow trickle of tears start down her cheeks as she said, half crying,
“You’re such a beautiful, handsome man and you can have anyone you want, I reckon---WHY WOULD YOU WANT A GIRL LIKE ME?”
I reached down and very slowly started to stroke her hair as she continued to stare up at me from her kneeling position. She looked downward in what I thought was some type of shame --- which I just did not understand.
“And I don’t know how to please a man.......,” she said in such a melancholy tone.
Then I very gently cupped her chin with my right hand and pulled her head up again so I could look into her tearstained eyes.
“When I look at you, darling girl, I feel something so rare and so special. I think you are SUPPOSED to be my special princess. Besides, I can teach you how to please me, you silly girl.”
“REALLY?” she said softly. “But how could you know these things? So soon?”
“When you looked at me was I, or was I not, the White Knight? And didn’t you feel something more than just attraction?”
“Yeah (she paused and thought for a moment) YEAaaahhhh-- Do you feel it too? REALLY, Sir?”
“You have knelt before me before, haven’t you, my princess?”
“Uh, well, um--- I think..... I have. Yes, Sir-”
“But you want to call me Sire don’t you?”
“Yes, Sire or----or---- My Lord....... or a word I do not understand--is that not weird?”
“What word?”
“So-gun or Show-gone or something like that.....”
“I believe the word is Shogun and it’s Japanese....”
“But I don’t know any Japanese....”
“I know,” I said softly. “You have found me because you need to serve me, my darling. At least that is what I think....”
“Yes, Sire, How may I serve you?”
“Is that what you desire, more than anything?”
“Oh,Yes Sir. Oh, Please, Sir. How can I? How may I?” the young woman pleaded as she started to tremble slightly.
“Relax, my darling,” and I paused as I observed her starting to calm down. “I will teach you what you desire. I will teach you how to serve your Master. Do you wish to serve your Man? Can you be his obedient little girl?”
“Oh, Yes, Oh Yes Sir. Please teach me,” she begged and then added, much to my surprise, “I would be so grateful....”
“Good girl,” I said softly.
Her beautiful mouth, and those lovely full lips, slowly broke into a smile just then. She was “The one” that I had been looking for, I could tell somehow. She was submissive and obedient and really wanted to give pleasure. And there was this absolute longing in her eyes when she looked at me. I had seen this before....or had I? She had a hunger to be with me. I FELT this so strongly just then. The whole thing was so unreal.
“You will lean down and kiss my feet.” I said softly.
Without hesitation she made herself completely prone and started to kiss and lick my black leather dress shoes. I had a strange surge of euphoria just then that I could not explain.
“Tell me what you feel,” I asked again in my soothing baritone voice.
“Oh, I love your feet. I love your beautiful dancing feet,” she said in a slow, almost hypnotically low voice. She continued to lick and kiss. She looked up and said very softly, while almost pleading, “Does that please you, Sir?”
“Yes, it does, little one,” I said very softly as my mind started to whirl with all of the possibilities that she presented to me and U/us.
The young woman smiled again and it occurred to me that she was happy. It was more than that though....She was thrilled. This caused that surge of euphoria to grow by leaps and bounds within me. That look of submission on her gorgeous face was something that satisfied me on levels that I had never experienced before, or so I thought. O/our whole encounter also seemed far from unusual, I would say it was FAMILIAR.........
But how could that be?
I reached downward and found myself caressing the top and back of her head. Without thinking I found myself saying, “You wish to give yourself completely to your Master now, don’t you, my pet?”
“Yes, Please, Sir.”
“Stand”
And she did. I completed unbuttoning her bodice and let the dress fall to the floor. It was a wonderful surprise to find that she was wearing only a pair of lacy pantaloons. Her breath quicken slightly as she felt me gaze upon her young, succulent nipples. They stood outward, both erect and puffy, and were a wonderful shade of brown. I pulled her underpants down to her feet and had her step out of them.
“You may remove your shoes.”
She did and she now stood slightly quaking in front of me. Nude she was, as I had first described her, like looking at the body of a young Greek Goddess.
I cradled each of her sensitive breasts in my hands as I once again pulled her towards me and kissed her lovely mouth to show her my approval.
“Your Master is very pleased to gaze upon you.”
“Oh, Thank You Sir,” she replied with a somewhat awkward smile on her lovely face.
I pinched both of her nipples in between my skilled fingers and pulled them outward. She let out a small yelp but did not at all protest the way that I handled her.
“Does that feel good, my pet?”
“Ooohhhh yesss, it’s soooo nice. Thank you, Sir.”
I took my hands away for a moment and asked, “How about now?”
“Oh, Please don’t stop Sir, Please?”
“Soon you will long for my touch every moment that I am not with you. Thank your Master for touching your nipples,” I said calmly but forcefully. I continued to pinch and pull.
“Thank You, M-Master, for touching my nipples. You make them feel soooo good.”
“Good girl.”
I leaned downward and started to lick and kiss the very silky smooth skin of her breast bone, right in between her nicely shaped tits. She inhaled very quickly indicating that she was reacting to that sensation.
I soon moved to touching and fondling and kissing both of her sensitive breasts. I moved back and forth with my mouth from one to the other. I reached over with my fingers and flicked at whichever nipple I was not giving attention to with my lips and tongue. Her nipples got extremely hard and excited responding to me. Soon her head was tilted back slightly, with her eyes closed, as she started to moan her appreciation for my skilled attention.
I certainly knew that I needed to strip off my uniform just then. As I remove my pants she stared at my hardening cock with such wonder and eagerness that I wish I could take that picture and frame it. I took her small hand and placed it right in the middle of my pulsating shaft.
“You will kneel again and tell your Master how much you want to please his cock.”
“Master, will you let me please your cock, Please?” she said while kneeling and placing her head just opposite my erection. Not once did she take her eyes off of it as if she was hypnotized by it.
“You will kiss and lick it with your mouth while massaging the shaft with your hand.”
“Oh plleeeaassee..” her voice trailed off as she started to kiss and lick my thick cockhead.
“Good girl. That’s pleases your Master very much,” I encouraged her as I started to slowly stroke her thick brunette hair with my right hand.
“You will reach down between your legs and make yourself feel good by playing with yourself.”
My instruction was immediately obeyed as she started to slowly massage herself while stroking my cock shaft with her other hand as she continued to kiss and lick my excited cockhead.
After a while of experimenting with her mouth and oral sex, she said softly, “Let me please it completely with my mouth, Master. (she kissed it) Will you teach me how to make it orgasm? (she kissed it again) Please let me make it orgasm inside my mouth. I want to feel you inside my mouth. (She kissed it a third time) Please?”
Her plea was completely innocent and genuine. And soooo sexy in her eagerness to please me.
“Open your mouth,” I instructed. (She did) “Now as I put my cock into your mouth you should use your tongue on it and massage it. But don’t let your teeth touch it at all.”
She started to try this as I slowly pushed my erection into her anxiously awaiting oral cavity.
“As I push farther into the back of your mouth you need to try to keep from gagging. You’ll need to try to relax from this reflex. Now as I pull outward (which I started to do) you should take your hand and massage gently the exposed part as I pull back.”
She adapted to me very easily and it occurred to me that maybe she felt a strange sensation of knowing how to please me too.
The submissive young woman gave me wonderful, sensual oral sex. She kept looking up at my multicolored eyes longing for my approval.
I grabbed the back of her head and intertwined my fingers with her thick brunette hair at the base of her skull and started to move her head back and forth faster and faster.
Suddenly, I pulled my extremely excited member out of her disappointed mouth.
“Now, if I desired to I would allow you to please me just with your mouth. But not tonight.” I said matter-of-factly. “You will stand.”
She did.
“Did you not like it, Sir?” she said half-pouting.
“Oh, no, little girl. Your mouth is VERY pleasing to me,” I encouraged her.
Once more I crushed my mouth against hers and kissed her with fiery passion. After she started to moan again I stopped and pulled myself away. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the nearby bed. I set her down so that her legs were dangling off the side. I spread her knees apart and said softly,
“Now, it’s your turn, my princess girl.”
Her whole body smelled wonderful, like beautiful Jasmine.
As I spread her legs her hair-covered pubic region presented itself to me. I spread her knees apart as wide as I could and knelt in front of her. Her beautiful vaginal area was very pink, almost red and appeared to be slightly swollen in anticipation of my “visit”.
Her underdeveloped labia stuck only slightly outward leading up towards a little “nubbin’” clitoris. I reached inward and spread apart her glistening labia and immediately moved my mouth downward until my lips were just an inch or so away. Purposefully, I started to kiss and tongue her silky smooth innermost thighs.
“Ohhhhh pllleeeaassee......” she said very softly as she closed her eyes.
I kissed all the way around her labia and clit. Then I finally started at the extreme bottom of her virgin slit and very slowly started to tongue and lick that very sensitive area. I moved VERY slowly up the right side of her labia. Stopping and starting. Stopping and starting. Occasionally waggling my tongue very gently back and forth across her sweet little lip.
“Oh, My God! Oh, My God! Oh, My God! Ohhhhhhhhh....yessss, pppllleeeasseee,” my new submissive lover moaned out her approval and gratitude. She started to slowly move her pelvic region upward to meet my exploring mouth.
I made my way up to her clitoris and stopped.
“Oh!” she yelped a small protest which was easy for me to forgive.
I smiled as I moved back down to the bottom of the left side of her labia and started VERY slowly upward once more. Stopping and starting. Stopping and starting. Soon her moans were starting and stopping along with my tongue.
I looked up as I once more got to her clit and said, “Tell me you love my mouth.”
“Oh, Sir, My Beautiful Master Sir, I love your mouth. Your mouth is-is like, like, HEAVEN! Please use your mouth on me. I want it sooo much! Plleeasseee!”
“You beg very nicely for being a new to this. Good girl.”
I could see the smile on her face once more as she tilted her head back with her eyes closed again.
“I will prepare you now for me, little one,” I said softly. “This might hurt just a little but it won’t for long, my love.”
At that moment I did two things simultaneously: I VERY slowly started to insert my right index finger into her virgin vagina while, at the same time, I grabbed her swollen clit with my mouth and pulled it into my experienced mouth.
Her pelvic region literally started to shake as she exploded verbally, “Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh, My God! Oh, My God! Oh, My God! OOOOOoooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
She was so deliciously tight as she enveloped all of my finger. She also was gushing her beautiful juices that made the insertion much easier and, I’m sure, MUCH more pleasant for her to experience.
At the same time, my mouth suctioned as much of her unexplored clitoris into my mouth as I could. My skilled tongue was, at first, slowly caressing and, as time went forward, lashing out and creating as much “heavenly-friction” as I could across her small pink “g” spot.
I very slowly started to pull my finger outward which caused a completely new sensation within my beautiful evelyn. She was both moaning and verbalizing-- but no longer in complete or intelligible sentences. Soon her pelvic region was pushing upward as my finger plunged into her willing “love nest” and then pulling backward as my finger retreated from her warm, wet confines.
I slowly but steadily increased the pace of both my finger and my tongue until both were moving almost rapidly. In and Out. Over and Across. In and Out. Over and Across.
From seemingly no where young evelyn wailed out, “I can’t stand it anymore! It’s So GOOD!!! Oh God! Oh Please! PLEASE MASTER LET ME HAVE YOU NOW! Now....ooohhhhhhh PLEASE! PLEASE RIGHT NOW!
I did not really wish to take anymore time and decided that I would heed my partner’s begging (which I loved).
“How much do you want your Master to fuck you?” I said in a louder voice as I rose up in front of her spread legs. “How much!?!”
“Oh, more than anything! OH PLLLEEEAASSEEE!!! I want you SOOO BAD!”
I smiled and placed my very thick cock at the gushing opening of her starving, ravenous vagina and very slowly started to insert my length into her as I said, “Good girl. Very good girl.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss MMMMmmmaaaaassstttteeeerrrrrrrrr,” She nearly screamed out as I, excruciatingly slowly, entered her and pushed my way up as I placed my hands under her well-rounded ass and lifted her up slightly to meet me.
I continued my slow onslaught all the way up to the hilt and then started to, just as slowly, recede outwards again. Over and over I moved at a very purposeful and extremely slow pace. Inwards slowly. Outwards slowly. Inwards slowly. Outwards slowly. Inwards slowly. Outwards slowly. Over and Over.
The once virgin girl looked up at me with a look of complete adoration upon her lovely face.
She LOVED being fucked by her Master more than anything in the world.
I did not have to ask for her reaction or feelings.
It was something beautiful and unspoken between the two of us just then.
“Tell me your thoughts, slave girl,” I said in a voice filled with my passion for her.
And she surprised me by saying, “Please do it faster, Please?” in a soft, moaned out sentence.
“Say, ‘Please Master Fuck me faster. Please,’” I commanded.
“Ohhhhh God Yes! Please Fuck me Master. Fuck me fast and HARD! PLEEAASSEE!?!”
I was quite happy to oblige her and steadily increased my motions. Soon I was moving her pretty ass upwards and downwards while ramming myself into and out of her as fast as I could go and she was wailing:
“Oh, God SO GOOD! SO GOOD! GOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SSSoooooooooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooooooooddddddddddddd!!!”
I decided to just let loose just then and proceeded to gush my hot orgasm up into her. I spent and spent myself into her in what seemed like wave after beautiful, gushing orgasmic wave. I laid myself on top of her and sucked one of her extremely erect, excited nipples into my mouth as I continued to gush like a geyser up into her loving hole. It was the most intense and wonderful orgasm and sexual experience that I had ever had. She placed her hand upon my head and gently stroked my hair. She let out a deep moan of both satisfaction and disappointment as I removed my drenched, and still very erect cock, from her swollen vagina.
I kissed and tongued both of her lovely nipples once more before looking into her beautiful face and saying, “Tell me your thoughts now, slave girl.”
And once more she really surprised me. Her expression was peaceful and serene as well as satisfied. She looked at me with that smile that echoed within my soul of distant times in the past and said so sincerely,
“I love you, Master. You are my Sir. I love you so much Sir....and I don’t know why.....”
I kissed her in a moment of complete bliss for U/us both.
Then I smiled a sly smile as I started to rise up, “I love you too......BETTY!”
I started to chuckle as I turned to cross the room. My young lover rose up and spank my bare bottom while calling out, “That’s MISS Boop to you, Sir!”
We both burst out laughing in a moment that was filled with mutual ecstasy. I grabbed the Champagne bottle out of it’s holder and popped it open. I poured two glasses and brought them back to bed with me, handing one to my young love.
We toasted and, as I smiled and clinked her glass, I said,
“Happy New Year, darling-” WHEN EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
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(The following takes place Six Months before Chapter One. The Present =Summer, 2006)
I thought I had passed out or blacked out or something. I was completely disoriented as I found my hands resting upon some globe-like object. I heard a woman’s voice and felt my shoulders being shaken gently.
“Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford can you hear me? You’re back again,” I heard the female voice saying gently as she shook me one last time.
“What? What’s going on?” I finally managed to mutter as I reoriented myself.
“Mr. Ford, what year is it?”
“I’m not sure. Is it midnight yet? It’s 1932 or 1933----”
“No, Mr. Ford, you’re back in 2006 again remember?” the older gypsy woman said softly as she took up her normal place across the table from me.
I turned as white as a sheet just then and said, “But, evelyn......oh, my beautiful evelyn.......”
I could feel tears starting to well in my eyes.
“Was she the one that you’ve had the dreams of, Mr. Ford? Was she?”
I nodded while still trying to deal with a moment of COMPLETE anguish in realizing that the euphoric moment that I had just experienced was very much dead and in the past. So, was the beautiful woman-girl who looked like Betty Boop and who seemed to long to be with me, as I did her.
“Um-Um-mame?” I muttered still in a confused fog.
“Lucinda,” she said calmly.
“Lucinda, that’s right. Damn, Lucinda!” I exclaimed in now total frustration.
“I warned you, Mr. Ford. These things are very emotional at times,” she said wisely.
“Was that really me? Was it, Lucinda? The Naval Officer?” I asked as I started to calm down.
“Yes, Mr. Ford. That was you. That was your life just prior to this one,” she said matter-of-factly.
“And the girl, Did W/we?”
“Yes, Mr. Ford, you married her and you both filled each others lives with love, happiness and REALLY wonderful sex!”
I blushed just then having a strange woman look into my past life the way that she did, intimate details and all.
“And what happened to me then. I was born in 1958, Jackson still would not have been that old, you know?”
“Mr. Ford, Jackson died a hero on the 4th of June, 1942. One of the bombs from his plane directly hit the Japanese aircraft carrier Soryu and was responsible for sinking her during the Battle of Midway. His plane, alas, was shot down shortly after that and he died in the ocean. You, Mr. Ford, have died many times in the ocean. But we will have to leave that for another day and another session if you like.”
I reached into my wallet and handed the Fortune Teller my credit card for payment.
“She’s, um, no longer that girl either, is she?”
“No, she not, Mr. Ford. No, she’s not. Thank you for visiting me again, Mr. Ford,” she said handing me back my credit card.
“What happened to her, Lucinda? Do you know?” I asked.
Evelyn was misdiagnosed with having Tuberculosis in 1947 and died at the end of 1948 of what we would call today Lung Cancer. She survived just past her 35th birthday......
“Somebody had blundered
and the most expensive orgy in history was over.
Now, once more, the belt is tight
and we saw in the proper expression of horror
as we looked back upon our wasted youth.
Sometimes though,
there is a ghostly rumble among the drums,
an asthmatic whisper in the trombones,
that swings me back into the early twenties.
When we drank wood alcohol
and every day, in every way
grew better and better.
And there was an abortive shortening of the skirts,
and people you didn’t want to know said
“Yes, we have no bananas.”
And it all seems rosy and romantic
to us who were young then
because we will never feel quite so intensely
about our surroundings anymore.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
The JAZZ Age was over.......
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The Fortune Teller - Chapter One
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Posted:Jul 24, 2007 2:11 pm
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The Fortune Teller
Chapter One - Haight/Ashbury, San Francisco 1967
Purple Haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple Haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
-The Jimi Hendrix Experience, 1967
The stereo was blaring. The lava-lamp was bright fuchsia. The black light shone on the posters on the wall. They were almost hypnotic to look at. One showed a castle that had bright lime highlights under the light. The other showed a longhaired Knight that was raised up upon a white stallion with bright orange and yellow highlights under the lights.
Someone passed me a joint, which I was taking a drag on when I heard what I thought was a small scream coming from the hallway. I got up off of the couch handing the joint off to my friend Jay as I passed him.
As I walked into the hallway I found a struggle between some oaf named Hal and a girl that was too young to be in the house-- but was.
“Come on you want it, you bitch, don’t tell me that you DON’T!” he said in a smoldering rasp.
I grabbed him and spun him around to face me. His scowl changed immediately into smirk. “What the fuck! Oh, Man, what the hell are you interrupting me and my “new friend” for?”
“First, I think “your friend” is too young to have been invited here. Second, I have a guess that she is not all that attracted to you. Third, oh, Back the Fuck Off of Her Hal!”
“Yeah, What the Fuck, MAN, are you gonna do about it? HUH!?!” he rasped further as the young girl quaked in the background.
“Just this,” I said somewhat casually as I rammed my right elbow into his exposed Adam’s apple.
The blow rammed his head against the wall and he collapsed immediately down upon the floor.
I grabbed the hand of the young lady and took her back out to the living room as Hal gasped for air.
“Man, does your date want a beer or what?” my friend Dave said as we passed the kitchen on our way back to the living room.
“”No, Man, but I do,” I said grabbing the bottle from his hand.
I sat the two of us down upon the couch.
“So, little girl, What the hell are you doing here?” I said somewhat pissed and somewhat relieved at having “rescued” her.
She looked at me with her soulful brown eyes and lovely olive-skin face.
“They said there was a party....” she said slowly and somewhat sheepishly.
“Well, YEAH,” a blurted out. “How the fuck old are you, little girl?”
“Um, 18 um-- just last week.”
“Oh, great, you know that you shouldn’t be here?”
“O.K. ‘Daddy’-” she said with both sarcasm and sincerity. “Um, Thanks, --that was really cool....”
The moment was a little surreal. I felt that I knew her...but that was impossible... or so I thought.
“So, um, do you like Hendrix?” I said trying to not be too hard on her.
“Oh, Man, Hendrix is the coolest!” she squealed in a way that made us both somehow excited about our meeting.
“What’s your favorite group?”
“I don’t know--- I love the Stones...But the Beatles are really groovy too!”
“Have you heard any Jefferson Airplane?”
“Well, yeah, I guess...”
Her reaction told me that she probably had not
“Hey, Jay, put on ‘Surrealistic Pillow’ next, ‘K Man?” I shouted out over the blaring guitar rifts.
“Oh, Man that shit is sooo cool!” he yelled back.
Soon we could hear Grace Slick singing:
When the truth is shown to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
Out of nowhere the young reached over and, placing her arms around my neck, pulled me over and started to kiss me as passionately as I have ever been kissed. Then she really surprised me by pulling away and starting to sing along:
Don’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
I couldn’t help but kiss her back. And really enjoyed it too. I pulled back and looked at her. She radiated some emotional response to me that I should not have understood but somehow did.
“What’s your name, little girl?” I said somewhat breathlessly as I momentarily pulled myself away from her.
“My name is Ali. It’s short for Alexandra. What’s yours, Daddy?”
“My name is Mark.”
Your eyes, I said, your eyes may say they look like his,
but in your head, baby, I’m afraid,
You don’t know where it is-
Her lips reached outwards towards mine in a way that felt so familiar....it was so very odd...We continued to kiss and kiss. Her mouth was warm and welcoming for my probing tongue.
Don’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You’d better find somebody to love....
I pulled away suddenly and, suddenly quite serious, I looked into her innocent eyes and blurted out,
“You know when you call me your Daddy it’s something special, don’t you? You’re telling me something about yourself and how you want to be treated. Do you know that?”
“Oh, Daddy, would you rather I called you Poppa?” she replied quite sincerely and really sweetly.
She stared into my blue eyes perhaps seeing something in me like I saw in her.
“Poppa or Daddy, it don’t matter none. What I’m really asking you, baby, is about something inside of you. Are you looking to be with an older man because you really want him to be your ‘Daddy’? Do you understand what I’m asking you here?”
“I think so,” she said slowly and not with much confidence.
“Well?”
“I’ve always wanted older men. The boys my age are really awkward and BORING. PLUS, they don’t really know much about loving a woman or well, um, little girl, you know?”
“And you want to be treated like a little girl?”
“Sorta yes and sorta no. I want to be his woman, you know man? But I want him to be my strong ‘Daddy’ who will love me and take care of me...”
“And?”
“And I want my ‘Daddy’ to love me! But to love me like his woman. I just thought that that would be soooo groovy, ya know?” she nervously explained.
“Come with me,” I said rising to my feet and holding out my hand.
She placed her small hand in mine as we walked out of the house and down Haight the two blocks to my house.
We entered the small house. I grabbed a half-smoked joint out of the ashtray that was on the sofa.
“So, if you want me to be your Daddy you are going to have to obey me and my rules. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Oh, no Sir.”
“Are you good at obeying commands?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, I’ll tell you that the best little girls never argue and are always polite. You will say “Please” when asking for something and “Thank You” whether or not you are granted what you’ve asked for. Do you understand and agree to this?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank You Sir.”
I smiled at her and reached over and kissed her once more.
“Good girl.”
She smiled a smile of surprising satisfaction just then. She was “The one” that I had been looking for, I could tell already. She was submissive and obedient and really wanted to give pleasure. And there was this absolute longing in her eyes when she looked at me. I had seen this before....a long, long time ago I thought. She had a hunger to be with me. I FELT this so strongly just then. The whole thing was almost surreal.
“Now I’m going to kiss you again in a moment and I want you to kiss me back but as you do I want you to inhale the smoke from my mouth. Does that bother you at all, little girl?”
“Oh, No Daddy, I want to kiss you too.”
I motioned for the two of us to sit on the couch. I lit the joint and inhaled fully. I held the smoke in my lungs for a good long while and then I grabbed the young woman and pulled her up against me as I started to kiss and kiss her. As I tongued the beautiful, soft underside of her tongue I started to exhale the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled the “gift” as she continued to kiss me back. We did this several times in a row.
“So, do you enjoy getting stoned with Daddy?”
“Oh, Wow, Daddy yes, thank you, it’s soooo cool. WOW, Thank you.”
“Now Daddy is going to start removing your clothing,” I said casually as I started to unbutton her blouse. “You want Daddy to take your clothes off and make you feel good don’t you, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, Please kiss me more, Please?”
“Daddy is going to kiss you all over your body. He’s going to make you feel Very, very good,” I said softly as I removed her bra.
She had lovely “pert” breasts that had small dark brown nipples that were standing out in obvious excitement. I started to kiss and lick her neck as I reached downward and started to caress her soft, silky tits and worked slowly toward her anxious nipples.
“Tell your Daddy how much you want him to make you feel good.”
“OOoooohhh please, Daddy,” she said softly.
I squeezed her luxurious tits, which caused her erect nipples to stand out even more. I licked and kissed slowly up and down her left breast making sure to avoid her stiff, brown areola. Then I started to flick her nipple back and forth with my tongue, which caused Ali to gasp in pleasure. Soon I was giving her right breast the attention that it deserved. Suddenly she was moaning with her eyes closed as I continued to stimulate her. After making sure that she was VERY aroused with my breast play, I proceeded to crush her tits together so that I could lick both of her extremely hard nipples simultaneously.
“Daddy, this is sooo weird,” she purred.
I grabbed both of her excited nipples as I rose up to look once more into her pretty face.
I kissed her briefly on the lips and asked, “What’s weird, little girl?”
“Ooohhhhhhhhhh This Daddy...I feel like we’ve....ohhhhhhh that’s so good...We’ve done--”
“We’ve done this before, babygirl?”
“Ohhh yesss, but that is not possible....”
“I feel the same thing, babygirl,” I said in between kisses. “And, yeah, it’s wonderfully weird...”
I pinched and pulled on her nipples even harder.
“Plus you don’t look right.....oooohhhhh please don’t stop.....ohhhhh......Seen you in dreams.... ooohhhhhhh yessss.....plllleeeaasseee.....”
“Darling babygirl, I love finding a special little girl,” I said looking into her lust-filled eyes. “I’ve been searching for my special little girl.---for a long time....” my voice trailed off.
I stood up and pulled her up with me. “Just say ‘Please make me feel good again, Daddy’”
“Daddy, will you please-”
And before she could finish I covered her mouth and once again explored her mouth with my own. This time I reached down and stripped off her “bell-bottom” jeans and her conservative white panties.
Her teenage “pubes” were completely covered with lots of thick curly black hairs.
“Oh, that just won’t do, my dear,” I said while shaking my head no.
“What Daddy?” she asked in obvious disappointment.
“The next time you shave you need to shave off all your pubic hairs.”
“But, why Daddy?”
“Because little girls don’t have hair there, silly girl,” I explained while smiling.
I got down on my knees in front of her and grabbed her legs and spread her open before me. Soon I was diving into her beautiful pussy with my lips and tongue. She gasped in near ecstasy at the sensations that my experienced mouth started giving her. She had sweet labia lips that pouted outward and seemed to grow slightly with each lashing of my tongue. Soon she was moaning her encouragement as I moved up to her hardening clitoris. I pulled her maidenhead into my experienced mouth and very slightly and very skillfully started to grind my teeth against her “g” spot.
“Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! No one’s ever done anything like that to me before. OOohhhhhh Goddddddddddddd, yyeeeessssssss Dddddddaaaaddddddyyyyyyyyyyy yesssss!”
“You LOVE Daddy’s mouth, don’t you?”
“Oh my god, YES! YES! Oh, my god, Oh, my god, Oh, my god, Oh, my god,” she repeated softly.
I stuck my long tongue into her now open, gushing pussy hole and started tongue fucking her. In and out, in and out my tongue poked her as if it were a small prick. She started wildly bucking, pushing and thrusting her pussy upwards to drive my tongue as far inward as possible. All the time she was making deep and loud moans of pure sexual satisfaction. Somehow I knew exactly what she wanted me to do and did it.
“How can I please you!?! Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she managed to moan out. “Please, Please you--oooohhhhh--What, Daddy!?! OH! God! Ppppllleeeaasseeee?”
I certainly knew that I needed to strip off my Levi's and underwear just then. She stared at my hardening cock with such wonder and eagerness that I wish I could take that picture and frame it. I took her small hand and placed it right in the middle of my pulsating shaft.
“Tell Daddy how much you want to please his cock.”
“Daddy, please let me please your cock,” she said while lowering her head towards it as if she was hypnotized by it. “Oh plleeeaassee..” her voice trailed off as she started to kiss and lick my thick cockhead.
“Good girl. That’s pleases your Daddy very much,” I encouraged her as I started to slowly stroke her thick brunette hair with my right hand. “You will reach down and continue to make yourself feel good by playing with your pussy.”
My instruction was immediately obeyed as she started to slowly stroke my cock shaft with her other hand while continuing to kiss and lick my excited cockhead.
“You will not let yourself orgasm without asking my permission,” I said calmly as she started to give me increasing pleasure with her hand and mouth. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy, but-” she said while temporarily removing her mouth from me.
“But WHAT little girl?”
“I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she said somewhat sheepishly and a little embarrassed in her admission. But then she looked back at the throbbing cock and she got the most wonderful “cat-ate-the-canary” look on her face.
“Really?” I chuckled slightly. “Man, we’re gonna sure change that!”
Without taking her eyes off of my cock she said softly, “Let me make it orgasm with my mouth Daddy. (she kissed it) Will you teach me how to make it orgasm? (she kissed it again) Please let me make it orgasm inside my mouth. I want to swallow your sperm. (She kissed it a third time) Please let me swallow your hot Daddy sperm, Please?”
Her plea was completely innocent and genuine. And soooo sexy in her eagerness to please me.
“Open your mouth,” I instructed. (She did) “Now as I put my cock into your mouth you should use your tongue on it and massage it.”
She started to try this as I slowly pushed my erection into her anxiously awaiting oral cavity.
“As I push farther into the back of your mouth you need to try to keep from gagging. You’ll need to try to relax from this reflex. Now as I pull outward (which I started to do) you should take your hand and massage gently the exposed part as I pull back.”
She adapted to me very quickly and it occurred to me that maybe she felt a strange sensation of knowing how to please me too.
Soon she was giving me wonderful, sensual oral sex. She kept looking up at my deep blue eyes longing for my approval.
I grabbed the back of her head and intertwined my fingers with her thick brunette hair at the base of her skull and started to move her head back and forth faster and faster.
“That’s right babygirl. You’re doing that so good for your Daddy. Good girl! Good fuckin’ girl! Now, get ready to swallow it. You’re going make your Daddy cum so good in that pretty little girl mouth. Ohhh yeah, babygirl. Ohh yeaahhhhhh...”
My voice started to trail off as my cock exploded into the back of her throat. I started to spew and spew my cum as she did her best to try not to gag and please her new “Daddy”.
AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
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I thought I had passed out somehow or something. I was completely disoriented as I found my hands resting upon some globe-like object. I heard a familiar voice and felt my shoulders being shaken gently.
“Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford can you hear me? You’re back again” I heard the female voice saying gently as she shook me one last time.
“What? What the hell?” I finally managed to mutter as I reoriented myself.
“Mr. Ford, what year is it?”
“It’s 1967---wait---DAMN!”
“No, Mr. Ford, you’re back in 2007 again remember?” the older woman said softly as she took up her normal place across the table from me.
It came rushing back to me and I was certainly a little pissed at being “interrupted”.
“Lucinda, What the hell?” I finally managed to complain.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ford but your time was up 15 minutes ago and I waited as long as I could hold the spell,” the Fortune Teller confided.
“Damn, Lucinda it was just at the good part,” I said still trying to get my bearings.
“So, tell me was it her?” the sliver haired woman asked with a sly smile on her face.
“Yeah, yep, it was her. But it couldn’t be me that time, could it?”
“No, Mr. Ford, she was with a different man that time. Besides, you had already been born into this life in 1967, hadn’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was 8 or 9 years old. So, YEAH, it couldn’t be me that time. THAT was weird, being someone else....”
I reached into my wallet and handed the Fortune Teller my credit card for payment.
“She’s, um, no longer that girl either, is she?”
“No, she not, Mr. Ford. No, she’s not. Thank you for visiting me again, Mr. Ford,” she said handing me back my credit card.
“What happened to her, Lucinda? Do you know?” I asked.
“She died of a heroin overdose in 1973, in San Francisco.”
“Oh, wow, that’s-that’s tough. What happened to Mark?”
“He had been married to her for four years when she died. I’m sorry, Mr. Ford, but I must get to my next appointment.”
That last bit of news really shook me up a bit. I had only spent a short moment with the young “hippie chick” and had completely fallen in love with her. But, of course, I always loved Ali wherever I would find her.......
As I turned my black Mercedes out of the Fortune Teller’s driveway I switched on the radio for the long drive home. Much to my surprise it was the last part of another Jimi Hendrix song playing:
(Well) I know, I know, you'll probably scream and cry
that your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
are you tryin' to prove to that you're
made out of gold and-uh, can't be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you,
yeah
-The Jimi Hendrix Experience, 1967
As I drove down the highway tears started streaming down my face.....
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This is Chapter One of a Special Valentine, with Much Love, for the beautiful, and very groovy, "hippie chick" Ali......
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The Taking of Alexandra, Chapter Two - A Bedtime Story
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Posted:Jul 15, 2007 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2007 9:07 pm
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The Taking of Alexandra, Chapter Two
A Bedtime Story.....
Chapter 2 - O/our First Time
I knew that she only ever slept with her window wide open. She loved the cool, fresh Swedish air that poured in and refreshed her. An adjacent tree gave me easy access as I slowly and silently set foot for the first time into her bedroom.
It was a full moon that night and the light from the lunar body shown down and allowed me to stand and stare at her pretty, angelic face. I knew that soon my surprise would be complete and I would be gazing into her huge, beautiful blue eyes that would reveal her startled lust and longing.
I slowed my breathing so that I could be as silent as possible in this last moment before revelation. I was content for a moment to drink in the soft contours of her body and that calm, pretty face.
I slowly inched forward and noticed her breathing to be long and deep. She probably was in a deep, deep sleep. I hoped she was dreaming of being with her naughty, sexy Daddy.
I could swear that there was a slight, sexy smile on her closed, but very kissable, lips as I finally reached the bedside.
I took one more moment to appreciate her young, virginal beauty and realized that I was about to change her life forever......
I leaned downward and, as my lips reached outward to plant a loving kiss on her forehead, I simultaneously reached out and covered her mouth.
As both my hand and lips made contact with my young, lover-girl her head moved forward with a start. She burst out a loud, startled yelp that I successfully muffled with my hand. Her large, beautiful blue eyes showed a rapid-fire succession of emotions.
First was fear and surprise. Then a surprised and confused expression. Then a slowly growing excitement and delight.
She seemed to say a muffled, “Oh, my god! How?”
I held her down and whispered into her ear, “Daddy has come to visit you, darling girl.”
I smiled a comforting smile and whispered, “I could not stay away from you one more day, little girl. I needed to come here and show you, in person, how much I love and desire you, Alexandra.”
I removed my hand and was greeted by the young woman’s excited, shaking hands leaping outward and around my neck and head and then pulling me very close to her.
Her embrace was impassioned and lasted many minutes as she kept whispering over and over, “Oh, my god, Daddy, Oh my god...Oh Daddy, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it!”
I crushed my mouth down upon hers for the first time ever. In that moment, I plunged my wanton tongue into her to find her inexperienced, excited and VERY willing oral cavity--- ready to accept anything that I desired.
I removed my hungry mouth from hers so that I could kiss and caress first her upper lip and then her soft, lower lip. Not quite knowing what to do, the lovely, brunette 18 year old tentatively tried to reach her tongue outward to try, once more, to contact mine.
I smiled and said, softly, “Patience, my love.”
I placed both of my lips upon hers and proceeded to kiss and kiss her until she started to moan so loudly that I thought that we might be discovered by her parents down the hall.
I smiled slyly and cautioned her, “If you feel you are going to scream or moan too loudly, darling, you will have to place the pillow over your face long enough to express yourself.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she said meekly.
I again whispered softly into her ear, “I am not disappointed, little girl. I just want our privacy to be undisturbed. Now be as silent as you are able to be while I do the following...”
I pulled her sensitive earlobe into my mouth and softly started to bite it. Her body rippled as if to portray to me a small, “sexual earthquake”. She started to moan and closed her mouth as she surpressed most of the sound.
She smiled sweetly at me me and whispered, Oh, Daddy, ...Daddy, your mouth is so, so wonderful....”
I continued to softly pull her earlobe into my mouth as I bit it just hard enough to arouse my young lover exquisitely. Soon she placed her own hand over her mouth as she tried, in vain, to stifle all of the sounds of moaning now issuing over and over again from her excited body.
It was at that same moment that I reached under her covers and, for the first time, grabbed her luscious, large 36D right breast. I massaged with expert sensitivity and pressure her lovely breast.
“Oh, yes Daddy. Oh yes pllleeeaassee......” she encouraged me softly.
When I came upon her excited, large pink right nipple it was already very hard and swollen with arousal. I smiled as I moved my mouth to her lovely neck as I then started to lick and kiss her while pinching her nippled flesh very softly and then harder and harder between my thumb and forefinger.
Her pelvic region involuntarily started to move very slightly and very slowly upward and then downward, much to her surprise.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned softly, no longer really caring about the sound as much as the feelings that were coursing through her young, inexperienced veins.
I whispered once more, “You love it when Daddy kisses your neck, don’t you?”
I raised my head up and looked at her gorgeous, lust-filled face as she smiled widely and nodded rapidly her approval. I moved my hand to her left nipple which caused her to leap upward and let out an audible yelp for just a split second before she covered her own mouth with her hand again. Her left nipple was very special in that, by her own admission, it seemed to be directly attached to her beautiful and, by now, very swollen, VERY sensitive light-pink clitoris.
From behind her hand I could make out that she seemed to say both sheepishly, and with a trace of embarrassment, “Sorry”.
I pulled her excited, VERY erect nipple tip upward, tugging on it in a very hard pinch.
She made muffled sounds behind her clamped-down hand as she closed her eyes and laid her head once more upon one of her bed pillows. Her back arched slightly in the center as an erotic ripple once more ran the length of her lovely, sensual body from her now rock-hard nipple to her hungry, wet pussy. Soon her virgin pussy would be bucking slightly forward and back as she became consumed by my attentions to her.
“Daddy is going to ravage you tonight, my sweet darling,” I said softly and slowly with my low baritone voice.
She seemed to say “Oh, pllleeeaaassseee....” from behind her hand.
I leaned down and placed my free hand behind her head and pulled her upward until her mouth was next to my ear while saying, “Tell Daddy what he wants to hear.”
She removed her hand and slowly started to say in a whispered-moan, “Ohhhhh, Daddy, I want your hard cock DEEP inside me. I want you to molest your little girl and ravage my virgin pussy. I want Daddy to me hard and fast and MAKE ME CUM! Oh, pllleeeeaaassseeee Daddy! Pleeeaaassseeee....”
Her voice trailed off into a passionate moan.
I was VERY pleased that my “naughty little girl” had learned, and now was able to recite, the sexy, nasty dialogue that I had taught her in our many previous connections.
“Good girl. VERY good girl.”
She moaned softly as I began to twist and turn her sensitive nipple between my thumb and my forefinger.
“You want Daddy’s hard cock to fuck and fuck your naughty little girl cunt now, don’t you?” I whispered excitedly.
“OOoooooohhhhhhhhhh yyyyeeeessssssssssssssss......”
I pulled and twisted and rolled and twisted and pulled some more.
“And you want to be Daddy’s little . Daddy’s naughty little slut? Slutty little ?” I continued.
“Yes, Daddy, oh please! Make me your slut! Make me your , Daddy! I want that sooooo much. Ppppplllleeeeaaasseee!” she whispered back as passionate as ever. “I’ll do anything you want......ooooohhhhhhhhh.....”
Her voice again transitioned into a stifled moan of pleasure.
“Good girl. VERY good girl,” I repeated softly. “Now sit up and raise your hands above your head for Daddy.”
She did as I said, “You have far too many clothes on, darling.”
I pulled her pink nighty above her head and discarded it onto the floor.
In that sitting position her beautiful, round boobs stuck outward and were completely inviting to gaze at. Her large, bumpy nipples were a lovely pink and stood out proudly for her older lover to admire.
I cupped her large breasts in each of my hands and crushed them together as my lips opened and, for the first time, I licked and sucked both nipples simultaneously into my now-ravenous mouth. Her erect aureolas leapt inward. The sexy little girl blurted out another un-stifled moan.
W/we both were getting to the point where W/we neither much cared how much noise W/we made.
I bit ever-so-slightly down upon her left nipple with the right side of my mouth while simultaneously doing the same to the right nipple with my left side. I suctioned them inward as far as they would go as I now licked feverishly at the very tips with the sides of my skilled tongue as a bit at the base of both nipples.
She reach her hand behind my head and crushed my face and mouth forward into her lovely, soft, silky bosom.
Alexandra was now in an almost constant state of moaning and arousal as she responded to me. I licked and sucked and bit. Over and Over again. Soon, I felt her lust and excitement building into an inferno of young desire. Her pussy was now driving itself downward against the mattress of her bed. She wanted desperately for her clit and pussy to have contact and attention.
Licking Sucking and Biting. Licking Sucking and Biting. Licking Sucking and Biting.
And then she could not stand it any longer and started to beg, as she had been taught to beg, by whispering out loud, almost frantically, “Please may I cum? Please, Daddy, may I cum!?! Pppllleeeaaasssseeee.....oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....”
I removed my mouth from her breasts while simultaneously whispering. “Yes, darling. Be Daddy’s slut! Be Daddy’s little ! NOW!”
My right hand flew downward and reached under her lacy pink panties to stroke her completely engorged, now-massive clit. It was so large and so beautiful and SO wet for her Daddy-lover to fondle and massage rapidly over and over.
“Show Daddy how that naughty little girl cunt cums for him! CUM FOR DADDY NOW!!!!!” I whispered with an intensity that I had not been revealed until then.
She responded by grabbing a nearby pillow and cramming it into her pretty mouth as she started to scream! She screamed out her orgasm. Wave after wave. Over and Over. She screamed out the word “cummmmmmmiiiinnnnngggg” over and over again.
She positively erupted in my hands. Wave after sexual wave of newfound ecstasy.
It was beautiful for me to behold.
I looked at her face and saw that she was crying. Her tears were completely joy-filled and not at all unexpected for me. She had cried many times during orgasms before for me.
But this was the very first time I could gaze into her eyes and to see such love and euphoria as she wept her “orgasm-tears”.
Never in my life had I EVER been as satisfied as I was right then........
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For the real Alexandra, my one perfect love. A beautiful butterfly that has flown off into her own future.
May she return to me someday.........and may she choose to stay.......
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The Master of the Castle - Chapter Three (2007 re-write)
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Posted:Jul 14, 2007 7:27 am
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CHAPTER THREE - First Kiss
Obediently, the redhead removed her robe revealing to the others that she was wearing a very unusual jet black bodice that was adorned with ivory just below breast level that created two alabaster curves that supported her magnificent, large breasts. Her ample teats were held upwards to her audience, revealing her large, sensitive dark pink nipples. The bodice ended abruptly at the beginning of the slave’s hips. She wore absolutely nothing below or above the garment. Staring at her auburn-haired partner, Deirdre could not help but glance and see that her fellow slave was adorned with beautiful reddish hair protecting “her womanhood”.
“She is very beautiful to behold, isn’t she, my new slave?” The Master asked.
“Yes, she must be the most beautiful of all women,” exclaimed Deirdre, trying very hard to keep from involuntarily licking her full, lusting lips.
“Do you wish to touch her?” he asked the curious love slave.
“Oh yes, very much......” her voice trailing off as her glance downwards showed still a little embarrassment.
“Have you ever touched another woman before?”
“Oh, no, my beautiful Master, never!” she replied. Her gaze suddenly was involuntarily driven upward to her partner’s large nipples. Deirdre stared wantonly at them.
“Do you like her breasts?” He asked
“Oh yes, Sire,” she said, no longer able to take her eyes off them. “May I call you Sire?”
“Yes, my slave. You may address Me as Sire, Sir, Lord, Grace, Liege or Master. All of those titles will please your Lord and Master.”
“Yes, Sire,” a delighted Deirdre responded happily.
“Now I desire for you to reach out and touch her right breast” The Master instructed.
The now obedient love slave reached out tentatively and touched the outside of Phaedra’s right breast.
“Touch her nipple now. Do you see how it responds to the touch?”
“Oh, yessssss-” responded Deirdre as she gingerly touch the redhead slave’s right breast nipple. She stared in fascination as she watched it start to enlarge and harden in her own, exploring hand.
“She desires your touch too, don’t you Slave Phaedra?” The Man slyly inquired.
“Oh yes, ohhhhhhh, that’s sooo nice Master,” chimed in the very patient Phaedra. “Please let her kiss the nipple, Master.”
“Very well, my sweet,” he continued. “Kiss her nipple with your mouth.”
The inexperienced, yet now very amorous, slave pecked tentatively at the large nipple.
“No, my dear,” the experienced Man said knowingly, “Place your opened mouth on the nipple and lick it with your tongue. Lick the nipple and, by suckling it, draw it into your mouth.”
Deirdre started to experiment with her mouth and tongue on the nipple. With the new attention the right nipple started to puff outwards. Soon it was completely hard and erect within her lust-driven mouth.
“Ohhhhhh,” was the sound of Phaedra as she let out a small moan.
“You see, my dear, she is enjoying your attention,” The Master observed.
At that moment something very odd happened within the novice slave girl. Deirdre, upon hearing the moan of approval from the other woman, felt a sudden, astounding rush of sexual euphoria. It was unlike anything that she had ever felt before in her young, virginal life. Giving sexual pleasure to this other woman was both thrilling and satisfying to her. She realized just then that she desired, somehow, to feel this feeling over and over again.
“Oh, yes Master! You are a Master of great wisdom. You have chosen wisely with this one. She is fast to learn your commands......ohhhhhh---,” continued moaning stopped Phaedra’s sentence.
Spurred on by this encouragement, Deirdre, began to lick harder.
“Now, suck her nipple into your mouth as hard as you can.”
She did so.
“Now, tongue her nipple back and forth. Lash her nipple with your tongue. Do it as hard as you can. NOW!”
With increasing eagerness, the new slave sucked on the more experienced slave’s very sensitive nipple.
“Now, slave Phaedra, what do you desire of your new lover?”
“Ohhhhhhh, please, suck on the other nipple. Ohhhhhh.......” Phaedra voice trailed off.
Deirdre looked over at the Master for his approval. He nodded. Having seen this, Phaedra immediately removed the right breast from Deirdre’s mouth and replaced it with the left breast and neglected, hungry nipple.
The Master smiled his approval. “Phaedra, tell her what you’d like her to do to your sensitive teat.”
“Ohhhhh, please keep sucking it into your mouth,” she said, finding her voice again.
“Now please bite my nipple gently with your teeth.....NOT TOO HARD!”
Deirdre was about to obey when she thought better of it and looked again at the Master for approval.
“Good girl. You may proceed.”
Deirdre gingerly started to bite her Phaedra’s very eager nipple.
“Ohhh, that’s right, harder please,” was the redhead’s reaction. “Oh, not too hard, not too hard......ohhhh, yesssssss.”
“Good, now you may stop,” The Master commanded. “I don’t want either of you to feel too much pleasure yet.”
At this point, much to her surprise, The Master bent Deirdre’s head back and placed his mouth upon hers. His expert tongue began to caress his new slave’s mouth and tongue. Deirdre felt that she would both melt and explode at this very sensuous moment. That same rush of sexual ecstasy started to course through her young veins once more. The kiss went on and on for what Deirdre felt was an eternity. It was an eternity that she wished would never end.
He finished and pulled his mouth away revealing a smile saying, “Now, you may show your new love slave how to pleasure another woman’s breasts, Slave Phaedra. But first, I wish for you to kiss my new slave and exchange tongues with her as I have just done.”
The voluptuous redhead moved quickly into an embrace, crushing her very erect-areolas into her fellow slave’s. For Deirdre, it was an odd sensation feeling her own nipples touching the taller slave’s excited, nippled flesh. It made her heart race even faster. She almost found it difficult to breath. Her head was spinning with sexual and once forbidden thoughts. Strangely enough, the once-foreign visions were somehow becoming natural to her, as if her mind had always been a swirling cauldron of lustful, sexual imagery. Her body felt like it was alive with feelings in certain parts that she had never dreamed of, let alone experienced.
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As always, The Master would love comments...........
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The Taking of The Desert Rose - Prologue/Chapter One
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Posted:Jul 13, 2007 12:24 am
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The Taking of The Desert Rose
I could not sleep anymore. Even though I had seen her off the night before, and had fallen asleep, alone, well after midnight, I was up as the dawn was. I stood in my dark kitchen, sipping my coffee, looking out the south-facing window. The sun had not quite appeared and there was a beautiful crescent moon almost right above where her solar companion would appear any moment now.
“I have to write down the story,” I thought to myself.
Prologue
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this........
-Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000
Sex and Love. Pleasure and Pain. Experience and innocence. Longing and Fulfillment.
Michelle was on a journey of sexual discovery when I first met her. Of course, I could not know this at first. Michelle was an amazing dichotomy that goes with being a modern, extremely beautiful, and very unsatisfied, woman. When I first met her there was something beneath that beautiful exterior that begged me to discover it. I was her man from the mountains. Michelle was the Desert Rose....
First, we must go back to the beginning........
I was seated at the bar watching several games on the multiple video screens that I really did not give a damn about. I had just taken the first sip of my second beer when SHE came walking up and, much to my surprise, sat down right next to me even though there was another chair next to that that was still empty.
She was beautiful and tan. Yet, her skin was silky and rich. She had gorgeous, thick brown hair that was up at the time. She had soulful, deep brown eyes that, at times, reminded me of a beautiful doe. Her eyes were adorned with luxurious, long eyelashes. She wore a dress that had a plunging neckline that accented two, sumptuous breasts that, at first, I had trouble diverting my eyes from.
She seemed to notice my “dilemma” and smiled slyly---but she did not say anything.
Somehow, we eventually struck up a conversation and I discovered that, much to my surprise, she was both charming and shy. I made her laugh and I made her blush. When I saw her blush a jolt of great excitement welled up within me because I knew that she was attracted to me.
“So, you wanna get a table for dinner?” I somewhat stammered in a voice that did not cover up that excitement.
“Sure, that’d be nice. Um, I’m Michelle,” she replied while extending her hand.
I shook her soft hand and was surprised at how small it was, almost like that of a .
We went off to dinner.
Chapter One - “Discovery”
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
-Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000
We ordered and chatted. We ate and chatted. We flirted and laughed.
But, on one level, the dinner was ordinary until, after a short silence, Michelle surprised me by saying,
“Have you ever heard of the term ‘vanilla sex’?”
I was taken back by the expression on her face. It was pleading about something yet unspoken between us.
I stopped chewing the bite I was in the middle of. Then I hurried and swallowed. The whole time she was staring intently at me.
“Yes, um, YES, I certainly do-um-” I started to reply but she stopped me.
From out of nowhere, Michelle’s voice changed. It became much higher, like that of a . There was a sound of pure innocence about it. She became wide-eyed and took on the demeanor of the young girl that was inside of this full-grown woman.
“Daddy, tell me about vanilla sex?” said the voice of the little girl.
I nodded knowingly. My heart started to race. I suddenly realized that I was completely in my own element. I knew exactly what she was asking for and it thrilled me to no end.
I smiled my knowing smile and answered slowly, “Well, little girl-”
As I said the words “little girl” Michelle’s expression softened and showed an odd combination of excitement and, what I would call, relief.
“Oh, Yes, Daddy,” she exhaled in a sigh. There was longing now on her beautiful face.
“Well, little girl,” I repeated. “Vanilla sex is normal sex. It is what most people have when they, um, make love to one another.”
“Daddy, Tell me about sex, will you please, huh, Daddy?” she said while slightly bouncing up and down in her place.
I’ll never forget the look that she gave me just then. Michelle was hungry. Over the last couple of years she had discovered an overwhelming need within herself to play-act the role of a little girl with her sexual partners. But most of the men that she had dated thought she was too weird. Or they had no idea how to play-act the role of the “Daddy”. OR BOTH. The little girl had hungered for acceptance and to be understood by a man that could be a special paternal figure to the innocent, and yet very sexual, “little girl”.
“Well, my sweet girl,” she smiled brightly when I used the word “sweet”, “sex is a very special form of physical expression between two people.”
She reached over and grabbed my hand. For a brief moment she spoke as the adult woman once more, “Isn’t it mental, as well, darling?”
My heart leaped up into my throat when she called me darling.
“Well-uh, um-yes-” I kindof stammered.
She patted the top of my hand with her free hand and, once again, as the “little girl” spoke,
“Oh, Daddy, don’t be nervous you can tell me.”
And then she smiled and sighed as she looked into my own sensitive, multicolored eyes.
I sighed very deeply and continued, “Sex is very complex and very simple.”
“What do you mean, Daddy?”
“It is very simple to ‘just have sex’ with someone. However, discovering all of the passions and desires within each sexual being can be very complex. Vanilla sex for most people is how they define all the sex they ever have. Kinda dull, kinda boring---DEFINITELY SAFE ---but mostly the same day-in and day-out.”
“Oh, Daddy, that really does sound boring. How would you make it more exciting?”
“First, I would romance my lover. I would take her to a nice restaurant for dinner and, at the appropriate time, I would reach over and let her hair down,” I replied while reaching behind Michelle’s head and letting her hair down. I ran my fingers through her beautiful think brunette hair. Then I slowly started to stroke her hair from the top of her head back downwards towards the middle of her back.
“Then, I would slowly stroke my little girl’s beautiful hair to soothe her and make her feel safe,” I continued. “Then I would-”
I reached my hand behind the nape of her neck and, while intertwining my fingers upwards to firmly hold the hair at the back of her head, I pulled her forward and started to softly kiss her beautiful, full lips. I teased the front of her mouth with my lips and just the tip of my tongue. She put up no resistance and, in fact, tentatively moved her own tongue to the very front of her mouth so that it could come into very brief contact with mine. I kissed softly the top lip and then the bottom. Then I thrust my tongue ever-so-slightly into her waiting mouth and found that her willing tongue was there to greet mine. I crushed my mouth down upon hers as I pulled her head from behind upwards to crush back at me. We kissed passionately. There was mutual hunger and budding lust in such a kiss. Our tongues explored and caressed each other inside of her generous mouth. It was the best kiss that I have ever given a woman.
I pulled away, finally, and continued, “Then I would kiss her with all of the passion in my soul.”
From a few inches away I stared into my new lover’s soulful brown eyes.
“Ohhhh, Dad-dy-,” Michelle nearly moaned in the voice of the full grown woman.
“Yes, Babygirl?” I said slyly as I reached to take a sip of my wine.
Still in the woman’s lowered, sensual voice, that had great lust within it’s tone, she asked,
“Ohhh, Dad-dy, how can you do that?”
No longer shy, I looked to find that her magnificent breasts were heaving upwards and downward within her chest as she started to breathe rapidly.
Then, as a defense mechanism, she reverted back to the “little girl”. She slugged me on my shoulder, much to my surprise, and then she blurted out,
“Daddy, that was very naughty!”
She then giggled and turned away slightly while blushing bright red.
“YOU, are a very-” I pulled her faced back toward mine again, “-silly-girl.”
Once again, I crushed my mouth upon hers and found that she was completely eager to continue exploring my mouth and tongue. I thought I heard a soft moan and, this time, when I broke away, I could see the slight outline of what had to be very erect nipples that were now straining against the material of her dress.
“Little girl is not really interested in vanilla sex, are you?” I asked knowingly.
She turned away and stared outward with very wide eyes. She shook her head “no”. Then she giggled again. Then she turned her head back to gaze with a big “cheshire cat” grin upon her face.
“No, you don’t, do you?” I continued.
Then I leaned downward and kissed her lovely sloping neck just below her ear and placed my lips just a fraction of an inch away from the ear. I spoke in my low, soothing baritone voice,
“In fact, you want to have naughty, VERY naughty sex with your Daddy, don’t you?”
“Princess wants to be naughty,” she said in a very small voice. “Please Daddy, Please?”
I slid my way out of the booth that we were seated in. I reached my hand out to help her out as well. I gave her a long, passionate hug as she stood up. I looked once more into her pleading, hungry eyes and said,
“Come, my princess, Daddy will take you home now.”
I started to step away only to find Michelle clinging to me in another hug and pleading,
“Please take care of me, Daddy, Please?”
“I will, my darling princess. I will,” I reassured the beautiful “little girl” while stroking her hair once more.
Then I kissed her on the forehead, took her by the hand, and led her off into the night......
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The above is for the real "michelle"--- the fragile flower blooming in the desert of Arizona........
As Always Daddy would love comments.......AC
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