3 comments/ 41814 views/ 12 favorites Confidence By: johnnieblue44 Monique was used to being looked at and admired and she enjoyed it, especially today. Today, for her tediously long trip from Albany, New York to St. George, Utah, she had adorned herself in an outfit that was designed to be ogled, and she was not disappointed. Monique's tall slender body was almost a gravity-defying freak of nature to begin with, exceptionally so for a woman who had recently celebrated her forty-ninth birthday. There was not a hint of fat on her torso, and her impossibly long, defined legs and luscious butt were kept shapely and toned by a very simple daily exercise routine. Walking. Five to ten miles a day, six days a week. But that was only Monique's second favorite aerobic activity in recent years. Fucking was first, and since her divorce almost two years ago, Monique had not been a stranger to cock. In fact, she was becoming sort of a snooty penile connoisseur, accepting only the best, a fledgling size whore, as she described herself. However, more than anything, Monique also craved a man who could stimulate her intellectually as well. Monique realized that she could entice essentially any man that she wanted to, but this was becoming a bit mundane to her. Monique respected strength and confidence in a man, and she had a closet submissive side that lay dormant due to the fact that no man had successfully induced her interest and passion enough to extract that subservient side of her. Fortunate, oh so fortunate, would be the man who shall succeed in capturing her mind, she mused. It was for these very reasons, the promises of nature and exercise, and the potential for uncomplicated sexual encounters, that Monique decided for this year's Christmas Holiday season she would make a ten-day solo getaway to the town of St. George, or "Utah Dixie" as it was sometimes referred to, for its temperate year-round climate. Monique was a hiker, not a skier, and the travel agent had recommended the allure of the Pine Valley Mountains as one of the most desirable hidden vacation gems in the country. However, right now, Monique wanted to strangle that very same travel agent for booking her on a connection that caused her to spend almost four hours in Baltimore Washington International Airport. Oh, well, she mused, shame on me for not looking more closely at the itinerary. Besides, this gave her ample time to take a long, leisurely walk through the wide corridors of BWI, and she was becoming more horny with each man whose head swiveled when she passed. She kept her legs deliberately close to each other as she walked, which had the effect of causing her hips to sway even more than usual. More than one man tripped over a stray piece of baggage as they visually followed her path with wandering eyes. And small wonder. Monique was adorned in a cherry red and charcoal grey pencil-cut miniskirt that barely covered her shapely, taut, mature ass. Almost like a schoolgirl uniform, reminiscent of her own adolescence in Southern France. A short, flirty fit, a tease, a 'boner stimulus plan' as she called this skirt. She augmented the slutty, edgy, sophisticated schoolgirl look spectacularly by adding sheer, opaque backseamed pantyhose with a hint of lace. Crotchless? You bet. Is there any other way to wear pantyhose? Her still humid cunt almost steamed in the cool air of the terminal after a rousing digital self-exploration session in the restroom on the short flight from Albany to Baltimore . She also wore a tight, ribbed ebony sweater with an open-zippered crimson red cardigan vest that only served to accentuate her smallish but firm, uplifted breasts. Her always responsive nipples were nearly bursting with arousal beneath the material. She rarely wore a bra and was without one today. The tiny brown pearls of her nips became more pronounced with each glance or gape from an admirer, male or female. Of course, there were the obligatory red and black pumps, but only with three-inch heels, a small concession to comfort for the cross-country day of air travel. Monique secretly considered them her 'I-don't-want-to-be-too-uncomfortable-but-I-still-want-you-to-fuck-me-silly' shoes. Even with the somewhat conservative length of the heels, Monique still stood just over six feet tall, and she capped off her timeless palette of fashion hues with an authentic French beret, jet-black to match her short hair, cocked sideways to cover one of her smoldering dark brown eyes. Sex on a stick was what she looked like. The more that men looked, the more her ass wiggled, and the wetter she became. She glanced at her watch. Three-thirty-one. Her flight to Vegas, which was the closest big city to St. George, was not scheduled to leave gate C-8 until seven-fifteen. It was then that she saw him, at the adjacent gate, C-6, accompanied by a small boy, perhaps ten, who was deeply engrossed in his Nintendo, and thus blissfully unaware of his father studying this beautiful woman so brazenly. The man's gaze was so intent that she first slowed her gait, and then stopped completely, to return his bold stare. He wasted no time as their eyes locked into each others. The man whispered something into the young lad's ear, who nodded, but never looked up from his Super Smash Brothers Brawl game, and he patted him on the head and walked directly towards Monique, his brilliant green eyes like a laser into her dark-almond-colored pupils. His confident smile was almost like a boyish smirk as his eyes finally lingered up and down Monique's impeccably attired frame. His obvious confidence seemed both to arouse and discomfort Monique. He approached her so closely that Monique took an involuntary half-step backwards and she noted the curly wisps of salt-and-pepper hair that tugged at his temples. This guy must get laid like a madman if he's single, Monique thought. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but there was just something about this sexy, brazen daddy. Approaching fifty years old himself, she guessed. His verbal introduction was short, simple, succinct. She would soon find that was the essence of this man. To the point, his words and actions tempered with an alacrity and purpose. "I'm John, and you're lovely." He extended his hand, and his countenance softened into a warm grin. Monique felt her cheeks flush and the rush of heat beneath her skin. That simple, straightforward approach was all it took for Monique to already wonder what it might be like to fuck this guy. She met his hand and gripped it warmly, and the spark of sexual chemistry was lit with just this simple initial touch. "Thank you, John. I'm Monique." The usual time to release a natural introductory handshake was only a few seconds, yet their hands continued to softly yet firmly pump each others, while John's index finger inched up Monique's wrist. She glanced at the youngster, whose head was now raised, watching his dad talk to the stranger. "Is that your son? He's adorable, but I think he's curious as to who Dad may be talking to, and why." They both looked at the sandy-haired boy now and smiled as one, and the boy shrugged, disinterested, and returned his focus to the electronic battle on his lap between Mario and Pikachu. "Yep, that's my son, Taylor, he's off to his mom's in Ohio for the holidays. I'm the primary parent, he lives most of the year with me, and he's flying solo now that he's ten. I just have to stay with him until they announce it's time to board, and, oh........" John cupped his hand to his ear. "There it is now." A small scowl of disappointment came over Monique's face. "Well, if you must go, well, it's been nice...." It was only then that Monique became conscious that their hands were still intertwined, and she looked down at their grip. John took the opportunity to pat her one hand and grip the other, which resulted in her being pulled a bit closer to him. "Don't be silly, Monique, please, what time is your own flight?" John's eyebrows raised hopefully. "And, where are you going, lovely Monique?" "I have quite a few hours to kill, John. My flight doesn't depart until after seven. And my final destination is St. George, Utah, via Las Vegas." John was happily satisfied with both answers. "Ah, Zion National Park, the scenery there is almost as lovely as the woman whose hand I still hold." She blushed more deeply at the tender compliment, and was impressed that he was familiar with the area. "Wow, so you know the region? You've been there, I presume?" John glanced over Monique's shoulder, and her head turned to follow his gaze. "Monique, I have an idea. Why don't you go over to Starbucks and I'll be there in a few minutes once I assure my precious cargo gets on his flight to majestic Columbus. Then, we can chat and flirt and learn all about each other, and I'll be the envy of every man in this terminal who's been peeking at you and they will wonder why I'm the lucky man who will have the pleasure of the company of this incredibly sensual woman in the hot schoolgirl uniform." Monique's cheek flushed the shade of her vest. Before she could answer, John patted her on the hand again and held up a finger in a shushing gesture and did his best to mimic her accented lilting voice. "Why, that sounds like a splendid idea, John." Monique watched John as he went through his parental duties. There was something inherently sexy about a good dad. As she walked over to Starbucks, now unaware of the throng of other men that still surveyed her every wiggle, she let her mind drift. She was intrigued by him immediately and, well, it had been months since she had had a man between her legs and she suddenly wanted that right now. Getting herself off, as she had done in the shuttle flight from Albany to Baltimore, only went so far. It really didn't count as an initiation into the Mile High Club, she thought with a soft chuckle. There was nothing like the real thing. A warm tongue and a hard cock. Priceless. There was just something about him, she thought, as he waited for his son's plane to depart, diligently performing his required duties of not leaving the gate area until the plane was off the ground. She was starting to fantasize about what it would be like to be in bed with him while she waited. What it would be like to suck him, and to have him eating her, sucking on her desperately sensitive nipples, and to finally have him between her legs. She was having such a good time in the fantasy that she felt herself starting to drip down her thigh, and her nipples were doing push-ups against the fabric of her sweater. She didn't order anything at Starbucks. What she wanted was not on their menu. Instead, she sat on the stool in front of the window, crossing and uncrossing her legs, hoping that John would get an even better view of her naked pussy. Her efforts did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated. John stopped a few feet away from the window and made not the slightest pretense of staring anywhere but directly between Monique's legs. As he did so, he took a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed up a number. After a brief pause, he began to speak into the mouthpiece, and while doing so, he made a motion with his eyes and tilting head for Monique to look down at his crotch. She nearly slid off of her stool with delighted desire when she saw that John's hand was buried in his pocket and he was stroking a very erect, very prominent bulge beneath the fabric of his khaki trousers, right in the middle of the terminal, but had positioned himself strategically so that Monique could get the best birds-eye view of this subtly brazen display of exhibitionism. Monique quickly calibrated his length in her mind as she watched, mesmerized. It starts THERE and ends WHERE? Geez, wow, could it be that long, really? Monique was brought back from her impromptu algebra session (eight inches, more?) as John snapped his cell phone shut and strode through the store's entrance. Monique made notice that a young blonde to her left had also caught John's act, and seemed to be squirming in her own stool, a bit glassy-eyed, and looked at Monique enviously as John walked past the blonde and directly towards Monique's seat. Monique opened her mouth to speak, but before she could do so, John had quickly and gracefully cupped his hands around her face and stared directly into her dark brown eyes, the color of rich mocha, and lowered his lips onto hers, his tongue gently easing ever so slowly into her mouth, probing, exploring, and Monique felt her mouth part to greet his. The blood rushed to her head as she had expected the kiss to be a fleeting one, an introductory preamble. Instead, his kiss lingered and intensified, and the fact that they were in public and had met less than ten minutes ago only served to fuel Monique's desire. This was what she had wanted, to be taken, completely, and her legs instinctively parted further as she felt John's knowing hands begin to slide up her thigh and raise the hem of her skirt even higher. Using his hand on her thigh, John turned Monique on her stool ninety degrees so that she was facing the blonde young woman directly now, perhaps a mere five feet away, and with the other hand, he guided Monique's manicured hand down to his own lap, reluctantly released his kiss, leaned into her ear, and whispered, mouthing the words so that the blonde could clearly see them, "We're going to fuck." The blonde herself felt a small rumble of excitement pulse beneath her own skirt as she watched Monique's long fingers fondle John's testicles, cradling them in her palm. John reached down with his mouth to capture Monique's lips once again, and guided his hand down to her ass and lifted it from the seat. Monique brought her head back from his, and asked only one word. "Where?" Monique's chest heaved from arousal. If this man could fuck like he could kiss, she was in for the afternoon of a lifetime. Monique had a time-tested theory that the first kiss was a precursor for all future sexual chemistry, and John had passed the test with an anticipated final grade of 'Monique-cum-loudly'. John smiled at Monique and extended his hand, which she grasped. "Follow me." Over their shoulder, they heard the blonde murmur to them, "That is so fucking HOT, have fun." John led Monique to the moving walkway where he stood directly behind her, his impossibly hard cock pushing into the crevice of her ass cheeks, feeling the firmness of her buttocks inching backward to accept his pelvic invasion into her. "I've booked us a room at the Sheraton next door," he hissed into her ear, nibbling on the soft lobe seductively. He swiveled her head so that she could see the astonished faces of the many people in the crowded terminal, which served to arouse Monique even more. His right hand eased under the wool miniskirt's hem line and he began to massage her ass on the walkway, parting the globes slightly with his index finger, walking the daring tightrope between public affection and indecent exposure. Deliberately. He had sized Monique up perfectly. His words continued to flow, soothing, assuring, causing her to melt into his strong grip. "Every man here wants to fuck you. I'm going to. They all want to know if you are a classy woman, or a slut. I know that you are both. And you will be mine in just a few moments, and I will control you, completely. Your mind. Your actions. Your sensational body. For the next few hours, until your flight, you will ONLY be my slut." Once more, his tongue grazed her ear while his hips pressed into her nearly exposed backside. "And this tongue and cock will bring you great joy." She moaned, milky liquid beginning to ooze out of her cunt now, and her beret fell to the tread of the walkway as she turned to kiss him deeply, her tongue dancing into his hot, warm mouth, announcing her non-verbal yet binding agreement to the proposal. John scooped up the trendy hat and placed it back on Monique's head. "I want you to leave this on when you suck my cock. What's that song? Leave your hat on?" They finally reached the area outside of baggage claim where the hotel shuttle picked them up. The couple was the only one to board the van in the mid-afternoon hour, and the elderly driver eyed them quizzically as the boarded. "No bags?" "Nope," John replied, leading Monique into the back row of the empty van. "We're only here for a few hours of relaxation." The driver seemed partially satisfied with that response. "Layover?" John smiled at him, while easing his hand beneath Monique's skirt on the seat, hidden from the driver's view. "Yes, it's about to be." John parted Monique's legs wide, and his ring finger plunged into her slit as the van bumped into motion. Gasping, she drew a quick breath as she felt her body yielding to him, molding itself around the welcome invasion. His thumb glanced over her clit, sending an electric current through her. He circled that stiff nub over and over as he pushed his finger back and forth, eliciting more gasps from her. "Oh, Jesus," she softly whimpered, as she spread her legs even further, granting him unfettered access to her cunt, surrendering to the pleasure overtaking her. He twisted his finger, making her muscles tighten around it with each movement. He could feel her body's reactions with each turn, her wetness increasing, making each thrust smoother as her back arched and tensed. Other than the hum of the heater the only sound breaking the silence was her ragged breathing, and this did not go unnoticed by the driver. "You folks enjoy yourselves now, don't hold back on my account. Your secret is safe with me." With that thinly disguised urging of their driver to essentially make his day, John decided to give the pleasant septuagenarian a little show he would not soon forget and would be the fodder for many a conversation during the slow times in the hotel shuttle business. "I'm telling you, no shit, he finger fucked this hot bitch right on my van, standing up." Monique was a more than willing participant as she heeded John's silent, eyebrow-arched plea. She rose, stood in the aisle, lifted her left leg onto the seat next to John, and slowly took the hem of her plaid skirt in her hand, and peeled away her salmon-hued labia to lewdly expose her jewel. The old man peered into the rear view mirror and ran onto the shoulder of the airport exit road as the sound of two of John's fingers squishing into Monique's spewing hole permeated the small van. She caressed her own clit while she looked into the eyes of the driver through the rear view mirror until she came in a spurt, the juices flowing into John's hand, with a force that caused the nectar to puddle in his palm. The shuttle pulled into the hotel driveway now, and John reached for Monique's own hand and rubbed it all over her drenched crotch. The old man was almost panting now, his ability to speak momentarily paralyzed. Before exiting the small stairs, John took Monique's juice-covered fingers and guided them to the driver's mouth, while looking at his name badge. "Here's your tip, Otis, have a nice day." The van screeched away after Otis had his first taste of pussy in more than a decade, and the couple laughed out loud as they saw the van pull into a isolated corner of the hotel parking lot. Otis would need to take his blood pressure medicine after his first masturbation session in many moons. They walked into the lobby, nodded to the doorman who took quite an extra stare at Monique's skirt, now wrinkled, never noticing her flushed face. The pleasant young woman behind the front desk looked as thought she was straight out of a Sheraton commercial. "Welcome to the Baltimore Washington International Airport Sheraton," she said cheerily. John thought that must get tired saying that hundreds of times each day when a simple "Hi" would suffice. Again, John was a man of few words. "Do you have a reservation?" Confidence John perused her name badge, which covered a set of ample, perky breasts. God, how he hated name badges, he thought, but he did love ample, perky tits. "Hi, Jennifer," he tried unsuccessfully to match her cheerleader enthusiasm. "Yes, we do, Grady is the name, John Grady, I believe I just spoke to you on the phone a few minutes ago." So THAT was this man's last name, Monique thought, engraving the name into her memory bank, a tad disappointed. She kind of liked the idea of fucking a stranger known only by his first name. Oh, well. Jennifer tapped on her keyboard with the intensity of John's son manically playing his Nintendo game. "Of course, Mr. Grady!" She raised her head and noticed Monique's attire for the first time, her beret once again askew on her head, her skirt hiked up almost to the Promised Land. She paused, stuttered for just a second, before regaining her cheerleader-like demeanor. "Um, it looks like you'll be staying with us for just one night, correct?" She resumed her relentless attack on the keyboard. "Actually," John said patiently, wondering when they would ever get to the room, "We're just here for a few hours on a layover." And to fuck wildly, he thought, pulling Monique closer to his body. "Understand, Jennifer?" Jennifer nodded in vague recognition, only half-listening, still making digital love to the keyboard. "Very good, Mr. Grady, room 331 is ready for you, sir. Would you like the bellhop to help you with your bags." What part of layover didn't you understand Jennifer, he thought. Instead, he took the key, and said pleasantly, "That won't be necessary, Jennifer, we travel light. Thank you so much." "Have a nice day, folks. And thank you for choosing the Baltimore Washington International Airport Sheraton." As the walked arm-in-arm to the elevator, chuckling softly, John turned to Monique and shrugged. "I hope you'll find out soon enough that I have a lot of stamina, but Jennifer just almost exhausted me with overt perkiness." When the doors closed to the elevator, Monique pushed both of her hands deeply into John's lap. She couldn't wait to get this monster inside of her, she couldn't fucking BELIEVE how big and thick this thing felt. The elusive magic penis she'd been waiting for. "Think your stamina can hold out for a few hours, Mr. Grady?" She caressed the entire length of his dick, and made an internal golfing analogy. Christ, I've three-putted from shorter distances, she thought. "Grady," Monique muttered, enjoying the realization that she would be thoroughly filled in a few short minutes. "So you're Irish?" The doors opened after the too brief ride to the third floor, thereby precluding any elevator shenanigans. Damn, Monique thought. She always wanted to do it on an elevator, and John's hard shaft that she still held might be as tall, if he were laying down, as the entire elevator shaft. He finally answered, "From the waist up, yes." As they walked down the corridor, his cock still being caressed by Monique's eager hands, John suddenly feigned schoolboy shyness. "By the way, I realize this is a very personal question for a first date, lovely Ms. Monique, but, gee, um, since you ARE stroking my cock, well, just what is YOUR last name, pray tell?" "Julian, my name is Monique Janelle Julian, Mr. Grady," she cooed in that incredibly sensual accent. They had reached the door to Room 331. "Pleased to meet you." John slipped the key in the slot as Monique raised her sweater to her shoulders in the hallway, baring her hard, milk chocolate nipples and areolas that were almost three inches in circumference. "So, you're French?" His lips lowered to accept one of her nipples in his mouth, backing her against the door, and he dribbled saliva on the small stone of her chest, softly licking it to even greater heights. She took his hand and guided it again to the overflowing sex fountain gushing between her legs. "From the waist down, yes. Now, I really need to see that magnificent non-Irish horse cock of yours, if you please. Would you like it sucked, Mr. Grady?" She took command now and eased him to the king-sized bed and sat him down on the edge. "But, first, how would you like a little show?" She returned to the area near the door and kicked off her pumps. "I have far too many clothes on for having been in the room for sixty seconds." If John hadn't already deduced by now that the woman he was about to ravage in their hotel room for the next few hours got off on revealing her splendid body, he was about to get a reminder. Surely, his cock hadn't forgotten, and he lifted his hips off of the bed to unbuckle his belt and undo the clasp on his trousers as he settled in for the show. Though he was just a spectator for right now, Monique would soon enough assure it would be an audience participation exhibition. Monique strutted to the television and bent over the display console, showing John that her crotchless pantyhose were also backless. Her round, firm buttocks peeked out towards John as she found that hotel-TV station that had only music, no picture on the screen. Almost as if by fate, the extremely sensual sound of Enigma wafted from the speakers. Music simply made for fucking. Monique wasted no time in extracting the beret from her head, holding it in her right hand, and with the left, she pulled the tight, ribbed sweater over her neck so that she was naked from the waist up. Above the waist still looked very French to me, John thought. He began to rub his snake through the trousers, admiring Monique's lean waist, the curve of her hips, the huge dark brown areola that he had just been sucking on a moment ago, the nipples erect, the size of M and M candies, and as John could attest, every bit as tasty. She put the hat back on, by prior request, and with one hand began to tweak her nipples by running her thumb and index fingers and pulling softly, while the other hand quickly unzipped the zipper on the side of the tiny wool mini and eased it to the floor. She stood there in only the sheer hose, her hips swaying in rhythm to the 'fuck-me' music emanating from the console, and John started to choreograph her performance at this point. "That's it, Monique," he growled huskily. "Leave your hose on for me. After all, it IS our first date." He smiled at his own humor and pulled his pants down to his ankles, and sat there with his huge rod twitching under his boxer briefs. Monique nearly drooled from anticipation of the long-awaited debut of 'The Cock'. "And pull your pussy lips apart like you did on the shuttle van. I want to see all of your sensational pussy." Monique gladly acquiesced to his demands, and used both of her hands to pull her labia far apart, happily exposing her light pink folds and thick lips, as her fragrance permeated the room. "Do you know what the difference between my pussy and my cunt is, John?" John shrugged at the anatomy pop quiz question, his eyes riveted on her crotch, his hands diving beneath his shorts as his huge length saw daylight for the first time, popping out in a salute to watch the beautiful tunnel that it would soon be impaling. Monique rubbed two fingers on either side of her lips, the moisture now visibly oozing from her hole. "My pussy is to look at. My cunt is to fuck." John looked up at her eyes finally, amused by her definition. Monique coyly raised an eyebrow. "And this pussy needs to turn into a cunt real soon, John. Real soon." Her eyes locked onto his cock. She had underestimated, it was bigger than she had guessed, the most beautiful organ she had ever seen, well over eight inches, easily. She audibly groaned, imagining how that gorgeous manhood would feel inside of her, splitting her cunt as she had never known. John kicked his bundled pants to the floor and began to leisurely stroke the shaft. Monique made a mental note that he used his hand down near his balls, which made her intuitively know where John was most sensitive. This was not Monique's first rodeo, she knew from cock, a connoisseur, a stickler for detail, paying rapt attention to every detail, every curve, every bump, every vein. "Gorgeous," she mumbled, getting down on her knees, about to pay oral homage to this marvelous penile specimen. She crawled over to John, cat-like, and she damn near purred as she took John's hand off of his shaft and replaced it with her own, her hand barely wrapping around half of the thick pole. She looked deeply into John's blazing green eyes as she used her other hand to lift and cup his impossibly swollen testicles and raised the heavy sac to her mouth. "Incredible, oh what a cock, I've waited for this cock." Both hands ran up and down his shaft now, while her lips and tongue and teeth gently alternated between massaging and lustfully assaulting his balls. For his part, John appreciated Monique's restraint not to just dive onto his cock for several reasons. John had been the recipient of many women's oral techniques, and Monique seemed to know instinctively that John liked it slow, a journey, not a sprint. He got off best when a woman resisted the urge and challenge to see if she could devour his cock whole, when in fact, a slow, marinating sucking was what truly roasted John's loins. Also, many women became intimidated or frustrated if they somehow felt that their oral skills and abilities were not satisfactory. Monique was devoid of neither skills, confidence, nor enthusiasm, John could tell instantly. This was a woman who indeed used cocksucking for her own pleasures as well. So, he simply propped his elbows on the bed, laid back and watched the performance below the beret. This was not a woman who he would have to coax or reassure or tutor. This was a woman who savored a good cock, and John knew he had the goods. Monique inspected the wonderful slab of man meat in front of her and slapped it against her face. Unsurprisingly, it ran from her chin up to her forehead. She pushed it back against his stomach, and it reached almost to his belly button. She had to use two hands to wrap around the circumference, and though she had proportionate hands for a tall woman, her long fingers didn't begin to encircle the shaft. She felt like a kitten with a huge ball of string. She finally covered her mouth over the large head, pursing her lips and sucking the droplet of pre-cum from the engorged tip. In her daydreams, she had dreamed of tasting this very cock. She gripped it tightly with both hands and it swelled even more. For several minutes she was content to just lick the length of his long shaft, then she lifted his balls again to lick the ridge of skin right under them and then between his legs, eventually rimming his clean, shaved asshole. After five minutes, she still hadn't tried to take him in her mouth. Her profound excitement increased, the musky taste of his balls and anus firing her lust. Summoning up the courage, she moved up his shaft and once again pursed her lips. Carefully opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slipped her lips over the head fully, eventually stretching her mouth wide enough to accommodate a little more. She was methodically working both hands up and down his shaft, and when her saliva-filled lips moved down to take his entire head a bit more into her mouth, he began to rock his hips in time with her sucking and fondling. She sucked harder, deeper, taking her cues from the movement of his pelvis now attempting to face fuck her, and she heard the rumbling of an oncoming locomotive of semen rumbling through the testes. She moved her head back to await the inevitable crash of his cum and her face, but her eyes remained open so that she could bear witness to the oncoming torrential burst that she had coerced. She grabbed his shaft with both hands, used her face as the target, and waited. He soon flooded her with his warm, sticky globs of thick cum. She'd braced herself when she felt his huge stalk pulsate, but she wasn't ready for the sheer volume and force of his ejaculation. It exploded against the back of her throat initially and then subsequent streams shot onto her cheek, eyelid, forehead, beret, neck, and lastly, her chest. Monique desperately swallowed what she could and let the rest cascade and drip down his shaft and across her fingers, sucking one particularly large drop that stuck between a "V" in her fingers. Monique continued to lubricate his shaft even though the onslaught of semen had finally subsided. She looked up at him with those fawn-like brown eyes, her own arousal still peaked, ecstatic that she had sated him so. She expected him to begin to become flaccid after that flood of cum, but instead, her eyes met his and the words slid out of the side of his mouth in almost an apology. "It's not going to get soft, Monique." She almost laughed out loud in amazement. "My God, just how many tricks do you have, Mr. Grady?" He rolled off of his elbows and in one motion, flopped her down on her stomach and covered her with his body. His shirt was still on, and he reached to remove it, wanting to feel his skin on hers. "A few more, Ms. Julian, a few more. Even my middle name is stamina." He leaned down to kiss her deeply, in gratitude for her expertise as well as a prelude of the pleasures to now come to her. He suddenly propped himself up once more. "Well, actually, it's Charles. But 'Stamina' sounds much more Machiavellian, don't you agree?" She laughed again, he could elicit her laughter almost as easily as he could provoke her climaxes, and she was about to have many. It was her turn to cum. And cum. She felt his hands knead the muscles of her shoulders, his massive cock brushed over the cleft of her buttocks. She lifted her hips to encourage John to move lower and take her and heard his breath quicken. His lips began a moist trail down her back, pausing at her ultra-sensitive backbone. How did he know THAT, she thought? His hands began to squeeze and caress her buttocks softly. He put his knee between her legs to open them. He could see her toes curling as his mouth neared her ass. "It's high time to remove your pantyhose, Ms. Julian, we're well into our first date now, don't be such a prude," he teased. He lifted her lithe body and gracefully eased the hose down her slender legs. "But don't you dare touch that beret." As he kissed and massaged her toes, dropping the hose to the floor, he looked up at her and said, "Do you know I used to work in a hosiery factory?" She shook her head, not knowing whether to believe him. He gazed at her earnestly. "I was a diesel fitter, a quality control position." Before she could inquire further, although she really wasn't all that interested in small talk or job history at this particular moment, he finished his point. "Yep, I used to run around the factory, yelling, 'Dese'll fit 'er!'" As she erupted into delirious laughter, he took the opportunity to ease one finger into each her vaginal and anal holes simultaneously, shocking her back into reality. "Joke time's over, Monique, it's time to make you cum." He wiggled four fingers of his other hand close to her face. "Dese'll fit 'er". Thus the intense digital exploration of her cavities began. With her cunt now completely saturated, John took his fingers and pushed two of them into her opening. Slick from her own juices, his fingers slid in without any difficulty, causing a moan from Monique's mouth. John pushed them in after almost pulling them out and twisted them all around like a corkscrew, readying her for his cock, which was harder than ever now. Monique's hips began moving with his motion as he slipped a third finger inside of her. In and out he pushed them as he digitally explored her tunnel deeply. Her body lost control with his movements and her own fingers found her swollen clit. She began mauling it as he continued fucking her with his fingers. Finally, the fourth finger entered her which almost brought her off of the table. A sense of urgency rushed through her loins and to stop her from cumming, he took her hand away from her clit and removed his fingers. The tease continued. John looked down at her and smiled and started pressing a finger from his other hand into her ass. She lifted her hips off of the bed and made it easier for him to enter her tight asshole. One knuckle, then two had entered her ass. He pushed harder and broke through her muscle ring and his finger was now embedded in her ass all of the way. He began moving it in and out of her ass now with a steady fucking motion. Her hips moved with his hand as she tried to relax her anal muscles so he could move more freely. Monique was delirious now, wanting, needing for him to fuck her now. Her hand shot back to her clit so she could make bring herself to orgasm, but he moved it away again. Monique felt more pressure at her ass as she realized that he was placing a second finger inside of her now. She pushed harder, helping him until the other one was in her now. He began his fucking motion again with her begging him, screaming, to fuck her. John lowered his head now to her pussy and let his tongue touch the silky flesh of her inner labia. He wasn't going to touch her clit because he knew that she would surely cum so he started teasing her with his tongue as he continued fucking her with his fingers in her ass. Monique thrashed around on the bed wildly, and rolled over, and her hands shot out and clutched John's head trying to pull his face deeper into her pussy. She was frantic now, needing to cum and would do anything at this point to fulfill that need. Finally, John succumbed to her need and took her clit between his lips and began sucking it hard as he fucked her ass with his fingers. Again, she pulled his head harder against her pussy and lifted her hips as her body exploded with desire. Next, he took his sweet time before he spread Monique's firm globes. She jumped and moaned when the tip of his tongue touched the bud of her brown-puckered anus. He slowly circled around it, increasing the pressure ever so slightly until it penetrated her tight hole. He tongue fucked her ass, finger fucked her cunt. Her cunt was a waterfall of juices now, and he turned her back onto her stomach, and covered her asshole with his mouth. His fingers worked into her and pressed gently on her spongy g-spot, sending flames through her entire being. His other hand slid between the cheeks of her ass until his fingers again pressed against her anus, and his tongue switched from her anus back to her cunt. He slowly worked a finger inside of her and vibrated them when her muscles gripped him. He could hear her panting and calling out to him as he brought her over the edge and beyond. His fingers worked her as his tongue flicked over her clitoris, sucking and nibbling on it as he drank in her sweet flavor. Her fingers fisted in his hair and she called out as she tumbled over the edge. Her body pulsed around his fingers as she went limp, her body paralyzed. "Oh god, John..." she whimpered. She gathered all of her strength to roll over once more and pulled him down to her and kissed him, tasting her on his lips. She could feel him pulsing, his heart beat rapid from his arousal. She desperately wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. Wrapping his warm lips around a big, taut nipple, his tongue circled it, mimicking the action of his thumb now back on her clit. She shivered with each sensation, no longer able to tell where his mouth ended and his fingers began. Her body felt like one continuous nerve as the pleasure coursed through every pore of her skin. He could sense the tension in her body as she once again reached her peak, saw the sweat bead on her upper lip and felt her grip his hair as her back arched even higher. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body shook with another huge release, the teasing of the afternoon reaching the culmination point. He took this opportunity to release her nipple from his lips and gaze on her face as she rode the waves of her endless orgasms, unaware of his perusal. Confidence This was the moment John loved best, watching all the emotions play across a woman's features at the height of multiple climaxes. He knew it was the instant when a woman was at their most vulnerable and he always felt honored that he was able to elicit and share this response with this new, beautiful lover. He had exhausted her, finger-fucked and tongue-fucked into blissful oblivion. Which meant it was finally time she got thoroughly fucked by his huge dong. John caressed and squeezed Monique's pert breasts as he readied to enter her, his cockhead twitching at the entrance of her sopping hole. She arched to take it inside of her, and he mercifully complied, finally. Her hand fisted his hair as he eased his way into her tight cunt, half-inch, by half-inch, and she sucked him in deeper with her clenching muscles, urging him to penetrate her fully. Her cunt squished each time he moved his hips, and the glorious sound echoed off the walls in the small room, resulting in a percussion-like accompaniment for Enigma's dulcet tunes. Her nails lightly dug into his strong back and shoulders as he slowly took her. Her breathing was shallow and she was licking and kissing his neck. She groaned when he filled her to the hilt, and he slowly eased out of her until his head was nestled at her cunt lips before he drove into her again, a bit more firmly this time. He kept his pace slow at first despite her hips urging him to move faster and harder. He made love to her mouth, his tongue matching the movements of his hips. Her wonderful body moved in time with his, matching him stroke for stroke, urging him to take his pleasure. With these next words from her, Monique learned an example of 'be careful what you wish for'. She looked at him wild-eyed. "Take me as deep and as hard and as rough as you can." He lifted her lean, long body of of the mattress, suspending her almost in mid-air, wrapped her legs tightly around his own ass, and plunged into her relentlessly, savagely, each stroke splitting her cunt farther and farther apart, his hands gripping her lean ankles in a vice-grip and spreading her legs wider and wider. She wailed and thrashed and convulsed on the bed, one lighting strike after another exploding through her cunt, and her eyes fluttered open to see his face contorted in a wicked grin, like a carnivore of cunt devouring its prey with its massive weapon. The louder she cried out, the harder he fucked her, his cock tip snapping against her cervix with every thrust. The bedsheets pooled into a puddle of liquid that was quickly becoming 'Lake Monique', and together they splashed around on her pond of cum. Suddenly, John picked her up from the bed, carried her to the plate glass window and virtually threw her against the sill, his cock escaping her cunt momentarily with an audible 'squish'. He bent her over a small circular work table and her face was only inches from the window, and he kicked apart her legs to spread them widely. "It's time for your ass to be fucked, my sophisticated slut. And people are gonna watch it." Monique looked out the window to see that their room was almost directly over the entrance to the hotel lobby, and when she looked down, she could see the young woman from the front desk, Jennifer, gazing up at her, slack-jawed, as she copped a quick cigarette break. From over her shoulder, John could see what Monique saw, and this heightened his desire exponentially. "Looks like perky little Jenny is going to witness her first ass-fucking, I'll bet." Monique spread her arms as wide as she could to brace herself against the wall and window jambs as she then experienced what felt like a flagpole penetrate her sphincter. Her asshole had already been prepared, loosened by John's expert digital administrations, so the huge cock slipped in surprisingly easily despite the girth, sloppily lubricated by Monique's cunt juice. Monique sneered down at the young woman, who dropped her smoke and craned her neck to watch the anal fuck show in disbelief. This was Monique's sexual nirvana, being ass fucked by the biggest cock she had ever had while being watched by an envious stranger. The next sensation she felt was John's stream of hot cum pulsing into her bowels, and Monique milked each last drop with her fluttering ass cheeks, while Jennifer scurried back into the lobby. Otis had told her about the escapades of this couple who were already urban legend, Jennifer thought to herself, running to the ladies room to seek her own relief. John looked at his wrist watch even while his cock still twitched out the last vestiges of semen into Monique's ass. "Six-oh-five, Ms. Julian," he said, positioning his hips so that they reluctantly slid out of Monique's gaping anus, as a dollop of cum dripped to the carpet. "Time to fly." Monique didn't even have time to wash up, she stumbled back into her hose, skirt, sweater, pumps, and cum-stained beret. John dressed himself and hurriedly escorted her to the lobby and kissed her on the cheek as she stumbled onto Otis' shuttle van for the return ride to the airport. Otis didn't know whether to wind his ass or scratch his watch as the taste of Monique's cunt still lingered on his lips. It had cost him three hypertension capsules. Monique hesitated on the steps of the shuttle, turned to John, and asked, "Would you be interested in coming to St. George in a few days?" John smiled at Monique just before Otis closed the doors. "No thank you, Monique, there ain't gonna be no rematch. But you were great layover fun, thank you." Monique dejectedly slid into the van's back seat, cum still leaking from her ass, and she immediately decided that she was going to revenge-fuck half of Utah this coming week. At the same time, John walked back into the lobby and winked at Jennifer behind the front desk. Before heading towards the elevator, he looked to his left into the hotel bar, and saw a statuesque redhead in a flight attendant's uniform crossing her legs at the bar. She caught his stare and smiled back at him coquettishly. He walked up to the woman, extending his hand, his cock already growing hard again beneath his pants. "Hi. I'm John, and you're lovely." Twenty minutes later, Jennifer felt her panties moisten as John and the redhead walked past her counter on their way to Room 331, the comely flight attendant clinging to his arm, cooing, "Yes, a refreshing shower sounds like a splendid idea, Mr. Grady." Confidence Boost Daddy wasn't doing very well. I went to visit him over my college summer break. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked haggard when he picked me up at the airport. He appeared much older than his forty-two years, flecks of gray salted his pepper colored hair. He was thinner than I remembered. I noticed he needed a shave as he greeted me with a half-grin and a peck on my cheek. He said, "You've really filled out Haley since the last time I saw you. You were all knees and elbows, now look at you. You're a full grown woman." With a smart-alecky attitude I shot back, "Now I'm all tits and ass." I was only 5'2" so my curves were more accented on my small frame. I teased him with a little shimmy that made my big breasts sway back and forth under my blouse. "I was sixteen then, Daddy, I'm nineteen now. You bet I've filled out in the past three years, 38-27-34 with a D-cup." Blushing he quickly changed the subject, "How was school?" "Great, I aced my psychology final." After fetching my luggage from the baggage carousel Daddy led me to a yellow taxi cab parked just outside the terminal. He slipped the waiting skycap a tip and opened the back door for me. Daddy slammed the door after me and got behind the steering wheel. I was agape as Daddy pulled away from the curb and into traffic. I checked out the Taxi License that hung from beneath the rearview mirror to ensure I wasn't dreaming. It had Daddy's picture on it and a number then his name, Todd Wilson. "When did you start driving a cab? Did you lose your job at Anderson's Auto Lot?" I asked. Daddy glanced into the rear-view mirror his sad gray eyes looked directly into mine, "No, I still sell cars for Big Jim Anderson. I just haven't sold very many lately. So I drive a cab to make ends meet. The Law says I have to pay your mother her alimony payments on time. Last time I was late I was hauled before a judge again." I caught his bitter undertone and the slight shame in his voice. I finally said, "I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't know things were so bad for you." "It gets worse." He pulled up in front of an apartment building and parked the cab then popped the trunk. He grabbed my luggage and led me into his apartment. It wasn't much, a small living room, a mini-kitchen, a bathroom and single bedroom in back. "Not much to it. You get the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch." I wrinkled my nose and said, "You could do better than this, Daddy." He chuckled, "Not really, your mother really took me to the cleaners in our divorce. Her alimony payments are outrageous. Anyway this isn't so bad. I know its cramped but I'm not here that much." I looked around the dim apartment again and shrugged my shoulders, "I'm sorry, Daddy I didn't know." His face was drained and he looked tired, "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry you're so disappointed. I need to get the cab back on the street. Did you have supper?" "Yeah, I ate before I got on the plane. You're going back to work?" Daddy nodded, "My shift ends at 6AM. Call for a pizza if you're hungry. There's a number on the door of the fridge. Go to bed whenever you want there's fresh sheets on it. See you at breakfast." I slept fitfully in Daddy's bed. I was up and going when he walked through the front door at half past six the next morning. Pouring cereal into a bowl at the tiny dinner table in the kitchen I asked him, "Did you get the milk I texted you about?" Daddy smiled at me as he pulled a half a gallon of milk from a paper bag. "Yeah, here it is. You should call me. I can't text very well, especially when I'm driving." I took the milk, opened it and poured it over the cereal, "The milk you had was three weeks past expiration. It was stinking up the whole fridge. I'll clean it out later. You have some other science experiments going on in there. I might have to get a HazMat suit." Daddy smiled weakly, "I know I'm not much of a house keeper and it's a far cry from our house we had when you were a kid. But, there's a pool in the courtyard of the apartment complex. You can work on your tan while you're here." I nodded and chewed thoughtfully and then asked "You've lived here since the divorce? You've lived here for three years?" "Yep, as part of the divorce settlement our house on Colorado Boulevard had to be sold and the profit split between your mother and me. I put my share in a trust fund solely for your education. Your college is paid for and your mother can't get her greedy hands on it." "I could transfer to a cheaper college if it will get you out of this dump." He violently shook his head, "No, Haley. Cal Tech is the best school in the country for your major and my Baby-girl deserves the best." His voice became stern, "If you'd rather not stay here I can put you on a plane to your mother's this afternoon." This time I shook my head, "I'm sorry Daddy. I knew Mother had been ugly in the divorce but I didn't know it was this bad. Besides she doesn't have time for me this summer. She's too busy being a Cougar on the prowl." "Cougar?" I giggled, "Oh, Daddy. A Cougar is an older woman who goes after younger men." Daddy smirked with bitterness, "I just don't understand your mother. We were married for eighteen years and then all of sudden she decides she doesn't want to be married anymore. It pisses me off. I played by the rules. I never cheated on her. I was a good provider. I loved her, yet she still left me and took you with her. I just don't understand." "I know..." I mumbled my mouth full of half-chewed cereal. "Chew then speak. I know you were raised right," scolded Daddy. I swallowed and then said, "Sorry Daddy. I think Mother has Gerascophobia." "What?" "The fear of growing old. Its based on anxieties created by society." Daddy cocked and eyebrow unsure, "Societal anxiety?" I nodded, "Yes, I learned about this in psychology class. Society says the young are beautiful and the old are not. Society says the young are stimulating, so the old must be boring. Mother fears growing old so she dresses younger, acts younger and chases younger men. She has turned her fears into a phobia." "You learned all that in psych class?" Daddy chuckled, "the value of a college education." "Let's talk about something besides Mother. Are you dating anyone?" "No, how can I? I'm working two jobs so your Mother can act younger than her age. I don't have time to date. What about you, any college boys sparked your interest?" I shook my head negatively. "I'm looking for a man. I'm tired of boys." "Don't the boys at college like girls with pink streaks in their hair?" he teased. "They're called highlights and I just have a couple. The pink makes my purple top pop don't you think?" Daddy's eyes fell on my ample bosom and he said mischievously, "No, I think your big boobs make your top pop." I laughed and gave his shoulder a little push. "So why drive a taxi?" His smiled faded, "The short answer is I need the money. My sales have been off. I used to sell close to twenty cars a month before the divorce. Last month, I sold only four...four cars the whole freaking month. Besides driving a cab beats sitting at home." "I don't understand, you used to be the top salesman at Anderson's." "Used to be is right. Big Jim has been great. He should've replaced me a long time ago. I guess since car sales are strictly commission sales I really haven't cost Big Jim any money but I haven't made him any either. He's a stand up guy." "So how much did you make when you sold a car?" Daddy grinned, "I made roughly $300 a car and I averaged 18 a month. You do the math." "So what happened?" He rubbed a hand through his tangle mane, "I don't know. So much of selling is confidence. When your mother left me I just lost my confidence." Daddy choked and he turned his face from me. A moment later with teary eyes he said, "I'm not blaming her but it is what it is, you have to have confidence to sell and I don't have any." I grimaced I had never seen my father this way before and it frighten me. He patted my arm and said, "Don't fret Haley. Your college is paid for and I make enough driving the cab to make my alimony payment," he paused and glanced around the apartment, "plus all this luxury." Daddy jumped into the shower then crawled into the only bed in the apartment. I cleaned the kitchen as quietly as possible so as not to disturb him. Once I was satisfied the apartment would no longer be considered a Bio-hazard I stripped off the long yellow latex gloves and threw them away. I took out my laptop and logged onto the World Wide Web to do some research. Something Daddy had said about confidence seemed to trigger a memory from my psychology class. I needed to investigate it further. I loved my father and it hurt to see him so miserable. Soon I found an Internet article entitled: Sex and Self-Esteem A Big Boost for Men. It said being in a relationship with the opposite sex boosts a man's sense of self-esteem. A man's level of sexual self confidence influences everything he thinks, feels, says or does and affects everything and everyone who comes in contact with him. It even influences his success. My mind began to whirl as I digested the article. I thought men just sought out sex to gratify their primal drive. Now I had discovered that men need a steady sexual relationship for successful self-confidence. I smiled as a plan began to form then frowned as the societal prohibitions to it came to mind. At noon Daddy's alarm went off. I giggled as he stumbled out of the bedroom sleepy-eyed into the bathroom. His boxers were tented with an erection. "Don't pee on the floor. I just cleaned the bathroom." I chided him. A few moments later he came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. He had lost his erection and didn't seem at all embarrassed to be standing in front of his daughter in his boxers. I stood up and kissed his cheek. "Afternoon Daddy, how did you sleep?" He smiled, "I slept better than I have in long time. The pillow had the scent of your perfume on it. It's been a long time since I had the scent of women in my bed. What's the name of your perfume anyway?" I giggled, "Amore. Sit down I'll get you some coffee." "Just one cup. I need to get to Anderson's. I might sell a car before my taxi shift begins at six." "Daddy you're working yourself to death. You only got about five hours sleep. I can get a job this summer and help out." "You can if you want, but it won't change anything. Why don't you just enjoy your summer with me? Just lay out by the pool. You have the rest of your life to work." He finished the coffee and started to get up from his chair. I pushed him back down and said, "Scoot back from the table. If you're going to sell cars you need to look presentable. You look too shaggy to be a salesman." Daddy started to protest and then acquiesced. He looked at the scissors in my hand and then up at me, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I smiled as I wrapped a towel around his shoulders. "Not exactly but I did give Mother's poodle a trim last spring." He laughed and I went to work. We made small talk as I trimmed his hair. My big boobs lightly caressed his arms and shoulders as I moved around him snipping his dark hair. My nipples hardened beneath my purple top with each teasing touch. I deliberately made sure he felt them on the bare skin of his arm. When I had finished I whispered in his ear in a husky, sexy voice, "All done, Daddy." The hair on the back of his neck immediately stood on end. I chuckled and told him that just wouldn't do. I fetched his razor from the bathroom with his shaving cream. I filled the sink with hot water. I dapped the shaving cream on the back of his neck and shaved the baby hairs from it. "Might as well shave your face while I'm at it," I offered. I wrapped a hot wet towel around Daddy's face for few minutes to soften and sooth his scraggly beard. I noticed Daddy's eyes drifting to the camel toe between my legs created by the tight material of my pink booty shorts. I lathered his face with shaving cream then straddled his leg. I began to scrape the stubble from his face. An electrical charge of excitement ran from my leg to deep inside my belly each time the bare flesh of my leg touched Daddy's uncovered leg. My pussy dampened and my hand trembled as I tried to quickly accomplish my task without cutting Daddy's throat. "All done," I croaked betraying my sexual stimulation. I tapped the razor in the sink and pulled the drain plug. I looked over my shoulder and caught Daddy ogling my ass. One word was written in white block letters across the rear of my booty shorts: Naughty. My shorts were wedged into my crack and they didn't quite cover me so my butt cheeks peeked out from beneath them. I flashed Daddy an impish grin. He detected my surveillance, smiled at me, mumbled his thanks and staggered back to the bedroom to change. His erection was back. As he closed the door I reached between my legs and pulled the seam of my booty shorts out of my pussy. The material was very wet and refused to be dislodged. It excited me to know that I had aroused my father with such illicit lust. I felt a wicked pang of reasonable doubt but I wouldn't let it deter me from what I knew I needed to do. I gave Daddy a peck on the cheek as he left for work and spent the rest of the afternoon poolside. My bikini clad body enjoyed the lazy respite on a towel-covered chaise lounge as my mind raced with wild and lurid thoughts and schemes. I twisted a pink strand of hair lost in thought. Suddenly I giggled as I reflected on Daddy's reaction to the pink highlights that decorated my honey brown hair. My belly warmed with lust as I entertained taboo thoughts of my father. He had gotten a vasectomy several years ago so there was no danger on that front. Gleefully I recalled his tented boxers. His erection had looked enormous in his boxers. At least it appeared to be bigger than the ones I had experienced in college. I glanced around the pool to make sure I was alone. Satisfied that I was, I lightly ran my index finger down over my bikini bottom through the slit of my pussy. I damped more and the material clung to my nethers. I slyly slid my hand down the front of my bikini bottom this time under the moisten material. My fingers inched their way toward my slick clit. Somewhere across the courtyard a slammed door echoed. I jumped plucking my hand from my pussy and out of my bikini. Spooked by the chance of getting caught masturbating in public I hopped up and hurried to Daddy's apartment. My lust was stilled not satiated. I kicked off my flip-flops and made my way to his bedroom. I opened his closet and found a white button down shirt hanging inside. I undid the strings to my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Bare breasted I slipped the shirt on. My nipples hardened as I picked up the scent of Daddy's masculine pheromones left in his shirt. I left the shirt unbutton and reached inside its lapel and gently pinched my nipples until a feral groan escaped my throat. I seductively swung my hips as I strutted to the bed pretending that Daddy was already in it watching and waiting for me. I cocked a hip and untied the string to my bikini bottoms on the left side. Then repeated the process on the other side. The bikini bottoms failed to fall to the floor. They clung to my saturated snatch by the gusset so I pulled them and they dropped. Then I crawled from the bottom of the bed feeling the cool air on my overheated sex. I collapsed and rolled over on to my back when I reached the top of the bed. I rested my head on a pillow as my breath came in excited pants. I traced a pink painted fingernail between by breasts down my belly. I was careful to avoid my engorged clit. I had a small patch of honey brown pubic hair neatly trimmed above the cleft of my cunt but the rest of my pussy I kept completely bald. With delicate care I immersed my finger between the folds of my labia lubricated with lust. Slowly I worked my finger in and out of myself. My pussy grew slicker and I edged another finger inside it. I hissed feeling fuller. I quickened the pace of my poking paw. My other hand urgently dawdled my clit. Gradually the pressure built to a crescendo of blood pounding pleasure. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I steadily shook it from side to side in tempo with the in and out action of my fingers. Suddenly orgasmic colors of white and red burst through my brain I fought for consciousness. I lifted my butt off the mattress with my fingers buried deep in my pussy. I screamed, "DADDY!" Panting I pulled my fingers from quivering quim as my tummy trembled in post-orgasmic enchantment. I had never cum like that before. Temporarily satisfied I curled up in Daddy's shirt and drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of my father fucking me silly. Daddy called me later asking me to meet him for supper at a diner a short distance from his apartment. He waved from a booth as I came through the door. He smiled and his eyes gleamed with giddiness as he watched the alluring undulation of my hips. My stiletto heels echoed clickety-clack on the tiled floor. I was wearing a pair of skin tight white low-rise jeans which clung to my cunt in a natural camel toe. The waist band set just below my exposed hip bones and three inches below my belly-button which was further exposed by my mid-riff crop top. It was white as well and since I wore no bra my hard nipples were visible and made the material jut out advertising my ardor. "Hey Baby-girl," said Daddy as I slid into the seat across from him. "How was your day?" I replied. "Good. I almost sold a car. A guy who just retired came in looking for a luxury model. I spent most of the afternoon with him. He test drove two different models. I broke out a contract and he back-pedaled. Said he'd be back tomorrow with his wife." "I'm sorry Daddy. You'll sell him a car tomorrow." He shook his head disgusted, "Be-backers seldom come back." I patted his hand on the table to comfort him. He pulled it back like he had been zapped with cattle prod. I noticed goose-bumps racing up his arm. He rubbed his excited flesh vigorously with his hand. "Are you chilly?" he choked. "No I'm hot." I teased fanning my face with my hand. Daddy smiled back, "Your sure are Baby-girl." An auburn haired waitress with decent size boobs arrived at our table to take our order. She smiled at Daddy and frowned at me. "Good evening Todd. How are you?" Daddy introduced us, "Julie, this is my daughter Haley. She's visiting me from college for the summer." She gave me a half-smile, "Hello Haley. Your dad is sure proud of you he talks about you every time he eats with us." Before I could reply she turned her attention back to Daddy, "You want your usual?" Daddy smiled, "Make it two." He scooped up my hand off the table and squeezed it, "They have the best lasagna here." I grinned like a little girl at Christmas pleased with Daddy's complete dismissal of Julie. I giggled as she suppressed an offended outburst with an asphyxiated cough. I glanced over my shoulder as she swung her hips trying to catch Daddy's attention as she hustled our order to the kitchen. I turned and smiled at Daddy who only had eyes for me. He was oblivious to the waitress' jealous flirtation. After supper at the diner Daddy drove me back to his apartment in his taxi cab. I subtly glanced over my shoulder as I sauntered to the door. I was pleased that he scrutinized my oscillating derrière with such intensity. I could almost hear him groan when I bent over to pick up my dropped key. I opened the door and then waved at him as he pulled away and back into the bustle of the city. The next morning I was once again up and going before Daddy got home. I had already bathed and dressed and had put on my make-up when I heard him came through the door. Confidence Boost I've always been envious of those people who can make the opposite sex fall for them easily, because it's never happened for me. But I don't want to come across as bitter or vengeful, because it is in fact quite the opposite with me. I have been told from time to time that I have the looks that some girls would find attractive if I just pursued things with them, but when you get rejected as often as I have, you tend to go into a shell about these things and think that you're not good enough for anyone. But no matter how down on myself I happened to be at a particular time, I could always find solitude in the music of Paramore, who is of course fronted by that red-haired goddess Hayley Williams, who I, like the majority of her male fans do, have always had a crush on. And I'd like to tell you that that crush had found a way to resolve itself sine Hayley was engaged to be married now, but all that seemed to do was make me want her even more. So it drew my attention right away when I heard a radio ad for a contest that they were doing before their next show in my city, in which the prize was getting the chance to meet Hayley after the show. It seemed like a loaded ad, to be honest, as most guys automatically equate "getting to meet someone" with getting a chance to sleep with them, but once I looked into the contest a little more, I realized that there was a chance that I could actually win, seeing as how you had to send in a video to Hayley telling her exactly why you're such a big fan of hers, and why you'd be perfect to win the contest. So I sent her one proclaiming myself the biggest of her many legions of male fans, and spent the rest of the video lamenting how I've never had any luck with the opposite sex and then sent it on its way, not really expecting to hear back from anyone. But a few weeks later, when the day of the show was drawing near, I received a ticket to the show, along with a backstage pass, and a personalized note from Hayley about how she was looking forward to meeting me. It was probably a small miracle that I didn't die right there and then, but somehow I managed to settle my nerves enough to get ready to go to the show, throwing on a pair of pants and the shirt that I considered my nicest one and headed for the show a few days later, deciding for once in my life to just let things fall where they may and not worry about anything. But try as hard as I wanted to, I couldn't get my mind off of getting the chance to meet Hayley, who was looking fabulous in a simple blue tank top and a tight-fitting pair of jeans, but my mind was wandering far too much to actually enjoy the concert. Next thing I knew, the concert was in its closing stages, and Hayley was asking for the winner of her contest to please raise his hand so that security could escort him to the back, so I raised my hand and smiled back and Hayley who smiled, waved at me and said she would be seeing me soon. Because of my obvious confidence issues, I damn near hyperventilated waiting on Hayley to arrive, but soon she came bounding into her dressing room, closing it behind her and asking for privacy as she introduced herself to me. "Damn, you didn't look nearly this good in your video...well, I guess I forgot your name baby. I'm sorry," she told me as I took her hand and looked her in the eyes, trying to find the right words to say to her. "It's John Hayley," I told her as I tried not to stare at her for too long, "and don't worry, I'm not gonna take it personally that you forgot my name. I'm used to it by now." "Aw honey. it's not like that," she told me, her hand resting on my thigh as we started talking, "and I thought the video you sent me was really endearing. It takes a big man to admit something like that to someone he doesn't even know." "I wish you could tell that to all the girls who've rejected me in the past Hayley," I told her as I looked her in the eyes and pulled her hair back, freezing as I went in for a kiss, seeing her engagement ring shining in the light of the dressing room. "I think this is where you're supposed to kiss me baby," she whispered as she ran her hands between my legs, smiling when she grazed my dick and felt me jump at her touch, "you really are a good-looking guy, John. You just need a little..."confidence boost"...to bring you out of your shy little shell and get you back on your feet again. And don't worry about my fiancé. You don't see him anywhere around here, do you?" "Look at me baby. Now kiss me," she whispered as I leaned in and kissed her, feeling my confidence starting to swell as I made out with her, pushing her to the couch in her green room as she returned my kiss, locking her long legs around me as I reached for her shirt. "Keep going," she whispered, sensing my low self-esteem kicking in again as I pulled off her shirt and reached for her bra, unhooking it and lowering my mouth to her tits, beginning to lick and suck on them. "OHGOD, keep sucking them John. You feel so good baby," she moaned as I sucked on her tits, her legs hooking around my back as she reached for my shirt and pulled at my pants, both of us losing ourselves in the moment when I reached for her the button of her jeans. "Can I-?" I started to ask her, my self-doubt creeping in yet again, as Hayley took my hand in hers and unbuttoned her jeans, helping me slide them off. "You can do whatever you want to me tonight John," she whispered as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her hands around my dick, blowing on it as she led it to her mouth, "because it breaks my heart to see boys like you feeling bad about themselves." "FUCK, suck it Hayley," I hissed as she suddenly lowered her lips around my dick, beginning to earnestly suck on it as she wrapped her hands around it, both of my hands going to the back of her head as I started to fuck her face. "FUCK, you feel so good Hayley," I hissed as she ran her tongue along the underside of my dick, her eyes closing as she worked me over, moaning in my ear as she cupped my balls and gave them a healthy squeeze. "MMM," she purred from around my dick as she held it in place, slurping down on it as she deep-throated it, her head bobbing back and forth as I slid it to the back of her throat. "Cumming Hayley baby," I whispered, my confidence reaching higher than it had ever been as I lurched my hips into hers and came down her throat with a shudder, her lips still sucking down on my dick as she drank down my cum and pulled off of it, licking her lips and laying down on the couch for me as I buried my face between her legs and started licking her pussy. "OHGODYES, lick it and then stick it inside me John," Hayley purred, arching her back and thrusting her hips into my face as I slid thrust my tongue into her, darting it in and out of her like I would soon be doing with my dick as I felt her walls start clinging to it. "Gonna make you cum first Hayley," I told her, surprising even myself with how confident I was sounding as I started to take charge of the situation, my tongue burying itself deep inside of her pussy as I thrust in and out of her, her eyes rolling back into her head and her legs wrapping around my head as she started writhing underneath me. "FUCK. OHGOD. Make me cum John. YES, YES, YES," she hissed as she squeezed her legs around my head a little more, burying myself inside of her as she arched her back and went limp. "OHGOD, gonna cum for you baby," she moaned, throwing her head back as she came for me, flooding my face with several loads of her cum as I drank down her juices and gradually pulled my tongue from inside of her, giving her a kiss as I lined my dick up with her pussy and shoved it inside of her. "FUCK, give it to me John. Fuck me baby," Hayley moaned as I kissed her and started thrusting in and out of her, her walls wrapping up my dick and pulling me deeper inside of her as they stretched out around me. "SHIT, so tight Hayley. You feel so good," I whispered to her as I drove in and out of her, her hips twisting around my dick as I pounded away on her, her back arching as I bottomed out inside of her. "UH. UH. OHGOD YES. Fuck me baby," she purred as I slammed my hips into hers, her eyes starting to roll back in her head as she twisted her hips around my dick once more, banging her fists into the couch as she went limp and started to cum all over it. "OHGOD, cumming. SHIT YES," she softly purred, her body going stiff as a board as she shot a couple of loads of her cream out on top of my dick as I grabbed a hold of her hips and started giving it to her faster and harder than before, feeling my own orgasm quickly building. "Hayley baby. Gonna blow. Where do you-?" I asked her, not able to get the rest of the sentence out before she grabs the back of my head with both hands and held me to her chest, allowing me to suck on her tits as I started picking up the pace of my thrusts into her. "Cum in my pussy John. It's okay," she directed me as I gave her one last thrust and came with a grunt, a low, long moan escaping both of our mouths as I erupted deep inside of her, the head of my dick slamming into her cervix as I filled her womb with my baby batter, holding it inside of her as I finished filling her, and then quickly pulling out of her. "Do it again. I don't bite. Unless you want me to," she teased me as we made out on the leather couch of the dressing room, her legs wrapping around me once again as I slid back into her and started fucking her again. "So tight Hayley. I wish I could feel this way forever," I told her as I started thrusting in and out of her yet again, her walls closing in around my dick as I beat her pussy up with it. "UH, OHGOD. So good. Don't stop," she moaned as I drilled her pussy, her walls pulling on my dick as I buried it deep inside of her, her back arching as she twisted her hips around my dick and started thrusting her hips into mine. "Come on baby. Cum for me again. Make me the happiest man on earth," I teased her as I buried myself inside of her, her walls wrapping tighter still around my dick as I nudged it against her cervix and into her womb, her body going limp as she started to cum all over it. "OHGOD, cumming. So hot," she moaned as she twisted her hips around my dick one last time as she squirted her load out over it, my thrusts getting deeper and deeper into her as I picked up the pace of my thrusts into her yet again, her body going limp as I shot my cum into her again. "FUCK, Hayley. You feel so good baby," I whispered to her as I held myself inside of her, firing off one load after another into her cunt as she wrapped her legs around me, finally pulling out of her after completely draining myself inside of her. "I've never been lucky enough to fuck a girl's ass before Hayley," I told her as we made out on the couch, Hayley getting up and bending over it as she motioned for me to get behind her. "Well I guess tonight's your lucky night John," Hayley whispered as I grabbed her hips and slid into her backdoor, thrusting in and out of her ass as she threw her head back and pushed her hips back into mine. "FUCK, such a tight little ass," I grunted as I drove my hips into hers, my dick disappearing into her ass over and over again as she threw her head back, her anal ring clinging to it as I buried it inside of her and felt her start to cum for me again. "FUCK, OHGOD. Pound my ass John. Gonna cum for you again," she whispered as she went limp, shuddering as I buried my dick inside of her one last time and came deep in her ass. "Cumming in your ass Hayley baby," I whispered as I shot my load into her bowels, her anal walls squeezing on it as I held it inside of her and filled her bowels with my cum, pulling it out of her after I had nothing more to give her. "Feel better now, don't you?" she whispered to me as she kissed me one last time, her legs hanging limply off the bed as we swapped spit, finally breaking things up after a few minutes. "I'll always remember this night Hayley," I told her as I followed her out the door, still conversing with her as she headed for her bus, "you made me forget why I even used to be down on myself in the first place." "The next time you come to a show of mine, I better see you here with a date," she teased me as she climbed aboard her bus and blew me a kiss, "and if you don't have one, we can come back here on the bus afterward and hook up again." "See you around Hayley. Thanks baby," I told her as the bus started to drive away, taking Hayley to the next town as I headed home myself, feeling confident about myself for the first time in a long time.