0 comments/ 18682 views/ 1 favorites Surprise Honey By: littlemissnaughtygal She asks you to clear your schedule for the weekend not telling you what she had planned… setting up a surprise for you… they got into the car, she drove them to a little place totally secluded from the rest of the world. She takes him by the hand and leads him inside… locking the door behind them… “Baby why don’t you go ahead and sit on the couch…make yourself comfortable,” she says in a sexy voice. Looking at him with a look of desire in her eyes…she turns to walk by him when suddenly he takes a hold on her arm. ”Why don’t you come and sit with me…its been a long week and I’ve really missed you”…he replies softly. Sitting next to him…he pulls her in closer to him…lightly kissing the nap of her neck… “What made you do all this for me? He asks softly. Her fingers running through his hair…as she enjoys the feeling of him kissing her neck…she couldn’t say a word…Kissing her softly…yet deep…his tongue searching for hers…their bodies locked to one another as their hands explore each other. She stops him managing to break out of the hold. ”Baby I will be right back I have to do something”…as he tries to pull her to him again kissing her…she kisses him and again pushes away…looking at her with a confused look on his face. ”Honey why don’t you let me help you do what ever you have to do” he replies. “You just stay right there this is your night let me take care of you” she slips into the bedroom to change into his favorite shirt as he loves to see it on her. She goes into the bathroom, drawing him a hot bath, candles lit all around the tub… walking into living room turning the lights down to a dull glow the light from the fireplace warms the room. Standing in front of you… staring at her she can see the delight in his eyes she bends down kissing him gently… rubbing his hair… his hands find their way to walk all over me…looking deep into his gorgeous brown eyes as the light of the fire highlights them. Extending her hand for his…”come with me” she whispers softly. Taking his hand she leads him into the bathroom, Stopping and looking around in total amazement “What is all this?” he asks in disbelief “Baby just relax and enjoy it” her hands running up and down his chest as she work open the buttons on his shirt. Removing it from him she begins massaging his shoulders, rubbing his back working her hands down to your pants beginning to open them…taking his hardening mass into her hand she strokes it gently. “Honey what are you doing?” He asks with a soft moan… ”I told you I wanted to take care of you tonight… this is your night now please just enjoy what I do” she drops his jeans to the floor… He steps out of them… with a very strong sexy look of desire in his eyes; She strokes his hard member, his body trembles…looking at him and at the tub ”This bath was drawn for you now please get in”, she whispers. She checks the water to make sure that it wasn’t to hot, he slowly gets into the tub and sit down “Aren’t you going to join me?” maybe in a little bit but first I have something that I want to do for you… sitting behind him she has him lay back and begins massaging his shoulders with the hot oil that she had brought in the bathroom… her fingers working deeply into his shoulders and his neck as his head falls back gently. She kisses his ears and a soft moan escapes his lips… ”Oh baby please come in here and join me…I want you so badly,” he whispers. Slowly she works her hands down his chest massaging it gently working her way up his arms and back to his shoulders as she kisses his neck softly as his breathing deepens…his hands start rubbing her hair. Looking up at her, he begins to kiss her passionately as their tongues meet and dance feverishly together moaning softly as he tries to get her to come around to him. Standing up in front of him… she slowly and seductively begin to unbutton the buttons on the shirt that she is wearing and to his surprise she slowly push it off her shoulders and it falls to the floor. He realizes that she has nothing on underneath it… licking his lips softly as he looks at her, “Come over here to me please” he asks in a soft whine She stands closer to him, pulling her down to him gently... his hands begin to walk all over Her body… taking his cock into her hand as it slowly begins to harden even more. “Oh girl come and join me I want you in here with me “ he says in a soft sexy whine… She gets into the tub with him… facing him straddling his legs… she begins to stroke his cock gently… loving the feel of it hardening in her hand, she sits and stares at him… she begins to melt as the look of him with the candle light shines on his tanned wet skin… drives her crazy as they begin kissing deeply. She takes that hard cock and slowly begins to enter it into her…he stops her…with a look of lust and need in his eyes…”Stand up baby” she stands in front of him he pulls her toward him…gently he sits up kissing at her pussy…her body jumps lightly as she feels his tongue beginning to search for her clit…opening her pussy lips his tongue probes in and out of her as far as he could…nibbling her clit as he body spasms. She grinds into his face… she feels the intensity of her orgasm ripping through her…holding his head she pushes him in closer to her...wanting him to take all her sweet nectar…as her body begins to relax…she looks down at him wanting him inside her so badly. Taking his hard member into her hand she slides her very wet pussy down on it as she strikes her very sensitive clit against it… His head throws back as a moan of ecstasy releases from his lips. Grinding her hips into him…he places his hands on her hips and push deeper into her as her pace picks up… grinding him harder… “I love the feel of your cock throbbing inside of me” she cries out in ecstasy… wrapping her arms around his neck as she is overwhelmed by the feel of your cock and balls tightening as her pussy clamps down on it and suddenly we scream in harmony as we reach a intense climax as he feels the orgasm ripping through her… he shoot hot streams of cum into her…wrapping his arms around her holding her close. When they finished she began to wash his body starting at his head and working her way down kissing him with every move she makes rinsing him off they get out of the tub. She dries him off completely and he slips into his robe. They go into the bedroom…she removes that robe from him as he looks at the … he realized that there is a red rose sitting laying on his pillow and again there are candles all around the bed as she gets him into the bed… she has him lay on his stomach. She begins again to massage his shoulders and his back gently as he peacefully drifts off to sleep kissing you softly on the cheek. She lies next to him… holding him…and the last thing she says to him is “Good night baby… I love you.” Surprise Honey Chapter One I had been divorced from my first wife for about ten years. We were married right out of High School, and had a baby girl that first year. We stayed together for nine years. Nine years of pain and suffering. We shouldn't have gotten married like we did. I had been young and strong willed. I got my ex pregnant in our senior year, towards the end of the school year. We decided to get married because we were so in love. Looking back on it, it was lust not love. Our 'love' became a very strong dislike, leading to the divorce. After our divorce, my ex had left the state, taking my daughter with her. I never saw her after that. I tried to keep in contact with Julie, my daughter, but I was sure that my vindictive ex-wife never let her know I had. My new wife had developed a cancer, and on one dark spring day she passed. Mary had been everything that my ex hadn't been. She had been supportive, loving, and very sexual. Mary was the one constant in my always-changing life and I missed her terribly still, two years later. I had dated some but I knew that none of the women I took out were 'right' for me. Partly because of my not being completely over Mary, and partly because of my wealth. You see, I had made a goodly amount of money in the dot com eighties and nineties. I was now retired, at the ripe old age of thirty-eight. I had a nice boat down at the marina where I spent quite a bit of time. It was large enough to require a crew of four, and since I had purchased it I had lived aboard. My house I had sold, too many reminders of my past life and Mary. The boat had been a suggestion from my grief counselor. He deduced that I had always wanted to have a boat to go out on and just cruise around. He had helped me in a very real and good way to start to rebuild my life after Mary. I needed to hire a crew, so I advertised around. A placement firm came up with three people, two women and one man. The captain that I chose to hire had all the qualifications and experience I needed. She was a lithe and built blonde lady of about twenty-eight years of age. The sole male crewmember was my engineer. He had great training as a mechanic on marine vessels and was foot loose and fancy-free. The third person was a nice lady who was an excellent chef. Her recommendation had come from a gentleman who greatly missed her. I had gotten a good crew so far and was very pleased. I was on edge, I wanted to get going and travel up to Alaska, through the inside passage and then around the gulf up to Anchorage and spend some time there. My whole crew was looking forward to the trip since none of them had been there before. About three weeks before we were to pull out, the agency sent over the fourth crew candidate. She was young, being about nineteen years old. She was built like the proverbial brick-shit-house. Her brunette hair flowed around her as she walked on board to meet me. I was awe struck at her beauty, and poise. I had never seen such an exquisite creature in my life. Her name was given to me as Anne. We shook hands and she proceeded to tell me about herself. I decided to hire her for the trip as a deck hand/maid, and plans were made to sail one week early. That left us one and a half weeks to get ship shape, and ready to go. Anne turned out to be a very hard working lady. I was surprised since I had thought deep down she would just be eye candy for the dirty old man. (ME) She was always nearby as I worked. (Yes, I worked with the crew getting ready to go.) My Captain, May, was very surprised at my casual and laid back manner. I guess she had worked for some rich people before and they had been very, well, stern and cold towards the 'hired' help. I had made my fortune the hard way, by work and yes, quite a bit of luck. But I was a common man. I treated everyone with respect and only expected the same from him or her. It didn't hurt that three-fourths of my crew were good-looking ladies single and fancy free either. Working around those ladies ended up being harder than I thought it would be. I found myself not thinking of Mary as much any more and thinking of them more and more. I noticed that Anne seemed to have knowledge of me that nobody else had. What she knew about me and how I didn't know, but I could tell she knew something more than the others. I wasn't too concerned, since I had plenty of experience with gold-diggers and the like. She didn't seem to be like that though. Out at sea we all became closer. I determined that we would all eat together as much as possible. This was so we could get to know one another as much as we could. Capt May was in charge of the crew, which made it easier for me to relax. Her directions were always fair and intelligent. We took our time cruising up the coast and as we went past Portland Anne mentioned she had a girlfriend in Seattle that would love to go to Alaska with us. After a bit of talk I decided to let this friend of Anne's sail with us. Anne said that she would work as a maid or whatever. I felt Anne needed some help in that area (mostly so I could see her topside more if the truth be known). In Seattle we provisioned for the extra person and added a bit extra in case we had guests at some point. Anne's friend showed up and as we first met I found myself struggling to maintain a conversation. Anne's friend was introduced to me as Charlene. She was every bit as goodlooking as Anne, with a certain 'fire' in addition to the beauty. Where Anne was brunette,Charlene was blonde. Charlene also had rather large breasts and they didn't need support. Her body was very toned with legs that had great definition. I found out that she was a dancer in Seattle. I imagined her on stage as a ballerina or modern dancer. That image didn't fit her build at all though. I didn't ask what kind of dancing she did figuring she would tell me if she felt like it, at a later date. Charlene was almost bold in her attitude, and it fit her well. Anne seemed to get even more friendly after Charlene came on board. I assumed it was because of her friend being there let her feel more natural or perhaps safer for some reason. May made a comment that first night about not all the sharks were in the ocean around here, and then laughed as I tried to figure out her meaning. She was joking around, but there was a light seriousness to her words also. We talked for a bit about other things then as I was heading to my cabin Anne caught me and took me aside. "Would it be alright if Charlene and I just wore our swimsuits tomorrow? I know that they are not proper crew wear but the weather is so nice we would like to work on our tans if possible." "Uh, well, I don't see a reason why not. I will run it past May first though ok?" "Oh sure. That might be a good idea since she is the boss. I hope she won't mind." "I'll put in a good word for the both of you." I caught May just before she went into her cabin. "May, what would you think if the crew wore their swimsuits tomorrow to take advantage of the weather and all?" "Are you sure about them wanting to take advantage of the weather and not take advantage of you? I don't mind of course, it's your yacht, would those directions include me also?" "Oh, this wasn't my idea May, Anne asked for her and Charlene, although if you wanted to I wouldn't complain. Matter of fact, how about those who want to wear swimsuits whenever they want?" "I guess I would be amendable to that only I want the crew in uniform as we dock and leave port OK? We should have a bit of decorum on board sometimes don't you think?" "Yes Ma'am Captain May." She laughed as I saluted her and turned to walk away. "Just don't get bit by the sharks on board sir. It could be a permanent wound." Her parting comment caused me to think a bit that night. It would be nice to score with either Anne or Charlene, hell, even May or Betty, the chef. I went to bed with fantasy world in high gear. The next morning I was surprised to see Jim, our engineer in a speedo. He actually looked very good. He had six pack abs and put my body to shame. I was a bit self concious about my body, since it was soft and I had a small pot belly going on so I elected to stay in shorts and Tee shirt. I got teased quite a bit by my very scantily clad crew. All the girls wore thong bikinis that left nothing to the imagination. I was impressed with all of them. Jim got a lot of looks as he went about his duties and my ego suffered a bit. I let it pass though, since after all, I owned the boat. I was talking to him and he offered to work out with me in order to get my body ship shape, and that was an offer I didn't refuse. We sailed on up the coast through B.C. and anchored up off shore near Prince Rupert one night. As we ate I noticed that Jim and Betty were exchanging a 'look' that told of a more intimate relationship. I didn't say anything to embarass them and acted like I didn't see a thing. They dissappeared together below decks. May engaged me in a game of poker and soon I had three beautiful women in thong bikini's playing cards with me. I held my own for the first part then the suggestion to switch to strip poker came up. I figured that since they had so little to loose and I had on more than all of them at the time there was no way I could lose this game so I agreed. WRONG. Within the next five hands I lost all my clothes except for my underwear. I had been set up by real sharks for sure. May was laughing at my predicament as were Anne and Charlene. Soon the comment was made that if a person lost all their clothes they would have to perform for the winner of the hand. I had been had big time so far and I knew that this was going somewhere else soon. I pled broke and tried to get out of the game but they wouldn't let me. Being pretty brave and yes, a bit horny too, I let myself be talked into staying in the game. This was not what I had envisioned at the start of the game, but it seemed to be heading in a good direction anyway. I won the next hand and Anne lost. Finally things started to turn around. Man, she had great breasts and when her top came off her nipples were hard and sticking out an inch at least. I realized that if I lost a hand I would be exposing my cock and that was going to be real embarrassing now since I was rock hard. Believe it or not I won the next two hands after that and now all the girls were topless. I was in heaven for sure. I should have realized that the odds of them all losing in order were too astronomical to be natural in this card game. I just didn't care at that point. I then lost the next hand. As I stood up to pull down my shorts I heard some gasps. I had been fairly endowed when born and since I was hard as steel now the head of my cock had pushed up above the waist band on my underwear. I pulled them off and the girls got a real good look at it before I sat down again. They seemed to be impressed for sure. I won the next hand and May lost. Seeing her clean shaven pussy was a treat I'll not forget, ever. I think I detected a bit of moisture on her pussy lips. I will say that her lips were all I imagined and more. They had a 'butterfly' spread to them and the shape of them were mouth watering to me. They all laughed when they saw me lick my lips uncounciously. May blushed, then turned sideways in her chair and gave me a real good and long look at her most intimate area. I then saw Anne and Charlene were standing up and looking over the table at my very painful erection. All the girls got a good look at me then the game finally resumed. My embarrassement had passed and a certain heat was running in my veins now. May kept glancing over at my cock and that coupled with some comments about my 'endowment' were driving me crazy. Anne won the next hand and I lost. Her orders for me were not expected by anyone at the table for sure. "Bill, I want you to come here and kneel by me to start with. I have something else for you to do after you assume the position." I was stunned for a moment, and then knowing I had made the bet and lost I stood up on shaky legs and walked over to her seat. I then knelt down in front of her. "When I stand up I want you to remove my bottoms, then worship me with your tongue." Everybody's breath caught in one collective gasp. Even mine. I looked around and saw that may had a hand in her lap on her pussy. Charlene's hands were both out of sight under the table, but I could guess what they were doing. Anne stood up and as she did her pussy was just inches away from my face. I could feel the heat from it wafting over me. I could smell her arrousal and need. My cock was bobbing and I felt like I was going to cum in a moment without even touching it. I reached out and grasped Anne's bikini bottoms and started to pull them down. As they came past her pussy I could see that she was clean shaven there, and her lips were shiny wet. The little bud of her clit was protruding out and begging for my tongue. As I slipped her bottoms the rest of the way down her legs I leaned in and began to lick her overheated pussy. "Oh, Bill, yes...right there. Uhh-h-h yessss. God...mmmmm" Her hands had grabed my head and she was pressing my face into her now very wet, hot pussy. My tongue was busy carressing her clit and the lips of her wet slit. I put a finger into her and began to finger her like it was a cock in her. Her cries were getting stronger and louder and she was shaking a bit. She collapsed back into her chair and I continued to lick and suck on her pussy as I fingered her. Pretty soon Anne's moans became small cries then as she orgasmed, one long wail. Her legs were pressed against my head trapping me there, not that I minded in any way. Her hands had grabbed my head and were pulling me hard into her hot wetness. My tongue was busy poking at her clit. I hummed a bit and she locked up tight almost smothering me in her hold. After she came down, I sat up and looked around the table. I couldn't see May or Charlene. I looked under the table and on the other side there they were...locked in a sixty-nine. Naked and side by side, heads buried in each other. I had never seen such a sight in my life. It was very hot. I realized that my cock was being stroked by a hand. I looked down and saw that Anne had grasped it and was lightly stroking me as I looked at the two women going after each other. She leaned down to me and whispered. "We have all been trying to figure out how to get you to fuck us. Looks like some of us couldn't wait, just when we were so close too." "Well, it wasn't my intent to end up here doing this. I mean, you are all beautiful women, but I really didn't expect this to happen like it has." "Oh Bill...you silly man. You are quite good-looking and your endowment is very nice. Yes, very nice indeed." Anne pushed me back until I was on my back. Her head was on my chest, lips caressing my nipples then she started to move down. Slowly, building my desire more and more, she worked her way down. Soon I could feel her hot breath on my cock. Her lips lightly brushed the head as her tongue shot out and began to explore the shaft in front of her. As she licked my engorged hardness May and Charlene broke apart and came over by us. I soon had four hands busy stroking my chest and legs as Anne gave me an exquisite blow-job. I tensed and was very close to shooting off when Anne pulled away. she moved up straddling me and May reached down grasping my cock. Her hands were warm as she gently yet firmly guided my cock to Annes heavenly gates. As soon as I was started into Annes tight wetness, May and Charlene both sat close to my head so that my tongue could lick their nipples. My hands were on Anne's tits as she worked herself up and down on my painfully hard cock. I could feel hands exploring my body and soon a finger started to push into my ass. It was Charlene, and she was soon stroking in and out of my ass with her finger in time to Anne's bouncing. I couldn't last long with all the stimulation going on and soon came hard. Anne followed soon after me. Anne rolled off of me and May pounced on my cock, her lips softly stroking up and down as she started to play with my balls with her hands. Charlene now had both of her breasts in my face and I was alternately sucking on one nipple or the other. Soon, to my surprise, May had me rock hard and ready to go again. To add to my surprise, she offered Charlene my cock. Charlene didn't hesitate and soon she was posting up and down on me. May just laid next to me and offered me her tits to suck on. Charlene came quickly and as she slipped off of me May got on all fours. "Take me. Take me like a bitch. Give me your cock, hard and fast." Never one to pass on a great offer, I knelt behind May and inserted my cock into her hot pussy. As I began to stroke in and out of her, Anne came back and slipped underneath May and started to lick my ball and May's pussy. Charlene slipped down and began to suck on May's tits. This was so hot. I was so hot. I couldn't last long even though I had just came a bit ago. May was cumming as I started to shoot off. My cock fell out of May's pussy and Anne took me fully into her mouth. I shot off, dumping my cum down her throat. Charlene and May were sixty-nining, moaning and groaning as I collapsed on the floor of the cabin. Anne slipped into my arms and we watched the oral show going on for a bit. I woke up later to the feeling of warm lips on my cock. I was hard as iron and still on the floor. May was between my legs and her eyes were on mine as I woke up. Charlene slipped next to me and began to fondle my balls and play with my nipples and then Anne started to kiss me hard. Her tongue was very talented and I just laid there and let them use me however they wanted. Anne broke apart and looked into my eyes. She held my attention with a look of something that I could not quite define. She kissed me lightly one more time and then let Charlene begin to kiss me. Charlene kissed with what felt like an angry tension. Her whole attitude had become that of a lioness with her prey. I was a bit wary of her now. It was like she had something on her mind, more than sex. Anne had sat up and was watching us closely. Then, while Charlene pushed my shoulder down firmly, May moved off of my cock. Charlene straddled me and grabbing my cock she inserted it into her tight pussy. As she began to fuck me, and it was a hard attitudal fuck too, she leaned in next to my ear. "Well, you fuck pretty good for an old rich bastard." "What?" "You heard me. For an old rich bastard you are a good fuck. I like fucking old rich bastards." I was a bit confused. She sounded almost mad. Kind of like a woman on a vendetta. I was getting a bit concerned about where this was going to end up and because of that my erection began to fail. "Damn you! Don't you dare give up on me now. Fuck me you prick!" "Ummm...Why are you so angry at me? Isn't this fun for you? You don't have to..." "SHUT UP. Fuck me. Ohhhh...Goddamnit!." I had gone soft. This was too much for my senses to take in. May reached in and took my hand in hers. Anne took Charlene by the hand and pulled her off of me. As Charlene stood up I could see a faint recognizable look about her. As dawning came over me Charlene stood in front of me with hands on hips. Anne knelt beside me with a sympathatic look in her eyes. "Well old man...you are a better fuck than mom said you were." Charlene's words took a moment to sink in. I was rapidly trying to understand all of what had happened in such a short time. The blissful sex to the anger now before me. "I...I don't understand. I know your mother? How could I? I have never known anyone in Portland or Seattle for that matter." Surprise Honey "How could you forget her? You married her right out of High School." "Married!? But..." "Yes... I knew you wouldn't remember me. I told you Anne. He forgot his own daughter. Prick bastard!" "Daughter? My daughter's name is Julie. I may not have seen her in all these years, but I have always loved her. Her mother took off and I never had a chance to see her after the divorce." "Oh yeah? Mom told me that you dumped her and ran out on me." "Well, I only have one daughter and you can't be her. Her name is Julie and yours is..." "Julie. My name is Julie. I lied about my name. So, do you think your only daughter is a good fuck...daddy?" I was almost sick. My stomach was churning and my head spinning. Oh shit...I had been fucking my daughter! I headed to the master head knowing that I was going to throw up any moment. Anne followed me and May stayed by Charlene...Julie...whoever she was. Realization hit me as I splashed cold water on my face. I had recognized i her, my first wife, as Charlene...Julie...damn...anyway, as she had stood up over me. Her profile and facial features had rang a bell faintly. Anne held my back and shoulders as I gagged over the sink. Oh fuck...I had just been fucking my daughter...and loving it. Of course I hadn't known she was my daughter...but still. "Bill...I didn't know she was going to act this way. I thought...I thought..." "You knew about her? You knew who she was? You let me have...have sex with my own daughter? Why? How could you? Damn!" "Hey, I didn't know she was going to go this far with things. At first I thought she was trying to see what her mom had seen in you so long ago. I had no idea she was going to fuck you too." 'Yeah...well you didn't say anything while we were warming up last night. You knew she was my daughter and you let me...fu...you let her...you let us..." "What, you think you are the first father to fuck his daughter? Shit Bill, my dear old dad fucked me for my eighteenth birthday. I led him into it. I used every trick in the book to get him worked up and then I took him. No big deal." "No big deal! Huh...easy for you to say...damnit! Julie is my daughter, not some fucking slut that..." "Hey fucker...I ain't no slut or whore either. I like sex. I like sex with older men. I am not a fucking slut and neither is Julie. Watch what you say. Look, Julie thinks you ran out on her and her mom. When her mom died three years ago she moved in with me and..." "Her mom died? Three years ago? Why didn't she try to contact me? I would have helped her. I would have been there for her." "Like you were when her mom's boyfriend was beating up her mom? Like when that same boyfriend of her mom's took her in her bedroom and raped her? She never knew you. She had nobody to turn to that she thought she could trust. Except me." I was lost. I felt sick at heart because my daughter, a daughter that I had never had a chance to get to know had been so badly mistreated and I had not been there to help or protect her. On top of that, I had just had sex with her. I took a long shower, alone. My thought were jumbled and my mind full of memories. Memories of the night before...of years before. When I stepped out of the shower May and Anne were there to check on me. May handed me a towel and then stood back. The look on her face was unreadable...to me anyway. Anne looked upset, but not angry. Charlene...Julie came into my room as I was pulling on my underwear. "Hey...I'm dressing here..." "Like I haven't seen you before...Dad?" "Yeah? Well I wasn't aware that you were my daughter at that time either." "So, how was I daddy? Am I a good fuck? Do I give a pretty good blow-job? How tight is my pussy? You know..." "Shut up. Don't ever talk to me that way again. I had no idea that you were my daughter. Had I known I would never have..." "What, fucked me? I'm not good enough to fuck either? I am just yesterday's trash?" "Why are you so angry with me? What have I done to you to cause you to..." "You ran out on me. You left me alone with that bitch. You weren't there when I needed my father most. You...you..." Crying hard Julie collapsed on my bed. May moved in close and hugged her as Anne looked into my eyes. What she saw I do not know. I was stunned. My only daughter hated me. I hadn't been there for her when she had needed a father to protect and nurture her. Not only that, like some dirty old man I had been having sex with her. Like a man with no morals or scruples at all. I was having a hard time with all of this information overload. I sat down in a chair and rested my head in my arms. Quiet soon reigned. May came to me and pulled me out of the room. Julie had fallen asleep in my bed. She was still naked from last night. Anne had sat next to her and was softly stroking her hair. "What do you want to do Bill?" "Do? What do I do? Christ! I never saw this coming. I never knew." "Don't blame yourself. She didn't tell you and it has been a long time. You can't blame yourself for things out of your control. Let her rest. You need to figure out what you are going to do about her." "She's my daughter. I will treat her like my princess. She hates me...but she is still my daughter." "I thought that is what you would do. Just let her sleep and matter of fact...you go to my cabin and get some sleep too. I will manage the boat. We will dock in Ketchikan tomorrow night...you have time to find out what she wants from you." Surprise, Honey This short was written as an entry to a contest which asked us not to use names or physical descriptions. I would like your constructive criticisms. Thank you. * "Oh!" I yelped as I stumbled on the steps. "Please slow down." "Now honey," he said in a hoarse whisper. "You'll have to trust where I lead you and keep up." "I don't like this one bit. You said there was a surprise, but you never told me I'd be blindfolded." He dropped the hand he was using to lead me and moved behind me at the bottom of the stairs. His arm went around my waist and his breath was hot on my neck. I felt his excitement probing my ass. "Would you rather I stop here and end the game?" he asked, sounding annoyed with me. My "surprise" started in the car when he slid the blindfold over my eyes. I had no idea where I was. "No please," I begged. "Don't stop. I'm sorry to sound impatient. I'm just a little uneasy, you know?" "Don't you trust me, honey?" I leaned back against his hard body, "With my life." He now guided me though a door, which I heard close and lock behind us. The air was filled with a combination of musk and patchouli. He moved away for just a brief moment. Standing alone, I felt my body become excited. My hard nipples ached and the nub between my legs began to throb. I jumped when I felt him tie the silken fabric around one wrist, and then the other. He pulled my bound arms and made me follow him, once more. I couldn't have taken more than twenty steps before I felt him drop my arms, so I stopped. His strong hands went to my shoulders and pushed me forward until my legs touched the piece of furniture in front of me. Very gently, he pushed me forward to crawl onto a bed. "Now lay down on your back, honey," was his next order. The bed was covered with what felt like eight hundred thread count sheets. I knew exactly what was expected of me. I spread my arms and legs, feeling my dress slide up my thighs when I did. As I expected, I felt him gently secure my arms to the corners of the bed. My breathing became shallow and fast with excitement. He was gentle when he removed my shoes, and I heard him drop them on the wood floor. Slowly, I felt his hands slide up my stocking-covered legs, grab hold of the lace-edged hose and begin to slide them down. He sucked on my toes after he set them free. I pulled at my restraints, writhing with pleasure on the bed. "Oh baby," I said panting. "You know what that does to me." "Yes I do, honey. Now be a good girl, lay still, and shhhh...." His hands felt hot against the cool skin on my legs. I felt him loop more fabric around my ankles, and then secure them to the other corners of the bed. He inched his way up my body, lightly trailing his fingers around my ankles, up my shins, massaging my inner thighs with feather-like touches. And then, leaving me wanting more, he pulled his hands away. I felt him pull at the belt tied at my waist that helped to keep my dress closed. Within seconds I felt it loosen and he opened my dress. In my mind, I could visualize him looking down on me. I imagined my head lying on a white pillow, my navy dress opened against white sheets. I knew from the way I was breathing, my chest was heaving, my nipples straining against the pale blue lace bra, and my thong was wet with my excitement. I heard his breath catch in his throat and then felt his lips on my cheek. "This is going to be so good," he whispered, leaving a moist kiss near my ear. I felt him get off the bed and strained to hear what he was doing. He was completely silent, and I tingled in anticipation of what was going to come next. I felt it on my forehead first, then down along my cheek; soft fur across my face and onto my neck. I trembled at his touch. It was so soft and so sensual. I wanted him to wrap my entire body in the fur and hold me, but he wouldn't. He just kept running what I imagined was a fur-covered mitt over my throat and shoulders. With one quick movement, I felt him pop the clasp on the front of my bra. The light-weight lace fabric was pushed aside and he slid the fur around each of my heaving globes, barely touching my very sensitive nipples. I clenched my teeth as I moaned, "Ohhhh, Mmmmiiii....." "Shhhh honey, just lay still and enjoy," he said, interrupting my plea. I forced myself to appear outwardly calm, but inside I was jumping. I wanted to grab him and kiss him and wrap my legs around him, but that wasn't going to happen. He was going to do things the way he wanted, at his own pace. Across my ribs, over my belly, he moved his hand. Occasionally, he would go back to my breasts, and another moan would escape my lips. Still he continued to move the fur over my thighs, calves, and feet. The touching stopped and I was left in silence, with my body feeling like it was on fire. The cold touch of metal on my hip caused me to jump. I heard the "snip" of fabric being cut and then felt my thong fall away from my body. Knowing I was completely exposed, but not sure of my surroundings, caused a chill to run through me. The anticipation was almost more than I could take, when I felt "it" touch the bottom of my foot. I don't know what "it" was. It felt like it was probably a wheel with tiny spur-like teeth. All that popped in to my mind was a "pizza cutter". He began running it up and down the bottom of my foot, then over the top of my toes, traveling up my leg, before repeating the movement on my other leg. There was no pain, not even a minor prick. All I felt was cold, hard steel tracing my body. He ran the object up my shin bones and then softly around my knees, before continuing up my thighs. He paused, very briefly, when he reached the top of my leg. I squeaked when he lifted it off my skin and placed it at the bottom of the crease where my pussy meets my leg. The cold metal in the crease made me squirm. "Shhhh, honey, settle down," he said. Up and down, across the top of my mound and down the crease on the other side. I shivered again, wondering what was next. When he touched it to my puffy lips, I felt myself grow wetter. He never touched my clit, but what he was doing made it throb even more. It felt like he did this for hours, when I know it was only minutes before he moved further up my body. "Oh, oh, oh," I cried when he came to my hard nipples. I cringed but yet yearned for the sensations being caused by the cold metal. Around my breasts, over my nipples, back down to my ribs and all over my belly before returning to my breasts, once more. My limbs trembled uncontrollably as he ran over the diamond-hard peaks of my breasts. "Please babe, please...." I panted. He stopped touching me and all I felt was his warm breath at my ear, "Not yet, honey." "I don't know how much more of this I can take," I began to beg. "If you don't...." Once more I was interrupted; this time by an icy cold kiss on my lips. When he pulled away, I felt cold water from a melting ice cube drip into my mouth. "Oh God, no -- you wouldn't! Not ice," I pleaded. "Shhhh," was all he said. I tried not to panic while he began this new sensory game. My body felt like it was lying on a bed of coals, and now he began to move an ice cube over my neck, leaving trails of water behind. This didn't hurt, and wasn't intolerably cold, but I was caught up in the suspense. Being blindfolded and not knowing was driving me crazy. He held the cube over my nipple until I thought I would scream, and then all of a sudden it was gone and replaced by his now hot mouth. I relished that feeling until I felt him cover my other nipple with ice, at the same time. The contrast of hot and cold on my breasts cause me to arch and pull at my bonds, again. And still, he stayed silent. He released my breast from his mouth and moved to warm the other one. I sighed, feeling more at ease until I felt the icy cold moving down the center of my body, to my navel. He let the ice melt, until it filled my little indentation and then trickled out, over my waist and hips. I shivered at the touch of cold water running around my body. After he left my chest, I felt him suck the water out of my navel, then press his tongue deep. At the same time, the ice traveled ever south. He stopped at the top of my slit, holding the ice there, letting it melt. With my legs secured wide-open, its coldness found its way inside. It was icy wet meeting my hot moisture. I thought he was through; the ice felt like it was just about gone, by the way he held it. He removed the chip from near my clit and as I breathed a sigh of relief, he pushed the remains deep inside me. If I could have jumped off the bed, I would have. As fast as he pushed it in, shocking me with its freezing touch, it was gone. The last of it had melted inside me. There was silence. I couldn't hear a thing. If he was moving, it was like a cat burglar. Not a rustle, not a jingle, nothing. My heart started to race and it was though I could hear it pounding in my ears. The hairs on my body were standing up. My breathing sped up and I was rolling my head back and forth, straining to hear anything. "Open your mouth," his deep whisper broke the silence. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I had no idea what he was going to do, but I knew I trusted him. "Taste," he said as warm drops hit my tongue. I was confused. It was sweet, but without sight or smell, I couldn't place it. I tried rolling the small amount he had given me around in my mouth, but still I couldn't figure it out. "Now smell." The spicy fragrance of the air was pushed aside by the warm, comforting aroma of chocolate. I smiled and stuck my tongue out for more. "No honey," he said. 'This is for me to indulge." He kissed me long and slow. My mouth opened slightly, inviting him in. When he joined me, he pushed more chocolate into my mouth. Our tongues danced in the creamy sweetness. When he broke away, that's when I felt it -- the drop, drop, drop of chocolate down my body. I could feel him place a straight line of sweet, down my middle. Then he dripped the chocolate around my breast in a circle - then another, and another, going ever closer to my nipple, finally covering it. He moved to the other breast and I wondered what my skin looked like, with the dots of chocolate all over it. He finished the artwork on my chest and began to drop chocolate on my freshly shaved valley. It seemed as if he were creating an arrow, pointing down toward the pot at the end of the rainbow. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt myself become even wetter, now. I knew he was going to lick the chocolate off me, but I had no idea how turned on the touch of his tongue would make me. Starting at the base of my neck, he flattened his tongue and made a very broad, slow, firm swipe, removing the first drop of chocolate. He placed a kiss where the sweet drop had been. Oh God, I thought, he was going to do his best to drive me crazy with desire. He traveled in a straight line down my belly, using the same deliberate movement he had from the start, lick then kiss. He stopped short of my mound and turned his attention to my breasts. His speed increased, his tongue was less broad and each of his licks was followed by a nibble. Round and round my breast, he got closer and closer to my chocolate covered nipple. He paused for just a moment. I visualized him looking at me like a tasty treat, licking his lips before he licked me. I was shocked when he covered the end of my breast with his mouth. There was no licking -- he was sucking and lightly chewing on me. My back arched and I again pulled at the silken ties that kept me his prisoner. I wasn't sure of anything anymore -- only that I felt I like I would lose what control I had left, at any moment. He feasted on my body. As his mouth devoured my other breast, his hand massaged the first. My hips began to move uncontrollably, with what little movement my restraints allowed. I was throbbing with sexual tension. It was that horrible feeling of having an itch you can't scratch. I felt him get off my chest and move between my legs. I was moaning, trying to tell him what I wanted, but I know there was only gibberish coming out of my mouth. My begging made no sense at all. I felt him start in the crease of my leg, near my hole, and lick all the way up. He did the same on the other side. I was trembling uncontrollably and I felt my juices begin to flow. When he started licking my mound with his broad flat swipes, I lost it. My abdomen began to undulate. I felt my pussy muscles begin to contract, trying to milk something that didn't exist. I felt the perspiration bead up on my forehead and I gritted my teeth as I began to moan. I was in the midst of the most exquisite orgasm, without him ever touching my pussy or clit. He never stopped; he covered my smooth skin with his tongue, lapping up the chocolate he had drizzled on me. I strained and panted and begged him to stop, but I knew he wouldn't. Only when he was satisfied that he had properly cleaned me, did he back off, leaving me to calm down while my cum puddled at my ass. "Oh my God," I panted. "Never... never... oh God... please...." "Honey, you're not making ay sense. What do you want?" he asked slyly. "Do you want this?" I felt him open my lips and then felt his hot breath. His tongue started at my crinkled bud and moved straight up to my clit. He repeated the movement several times while I lay like a helpless victim; a victim who was receiving more pleasure than she had ever received in her life. I knew my clit was distended and I felt it throb in time to my heart beat. Each time he touched it, I jumped, even though I anticipated his movements. Finally, on one of his journeys up my slit, he stopped to latch on, while pushing his fingers inside me, reaching my g-spot. I immediately knew what would happen. He sucked and massaged until I cried out. Then he lowered his mouth to my hole, lapping the wetness as I squirted. He knew that rarely happened to me; only when I allowed all control to be removed. He was in control and I loved it. He stopped everything and let me calm down. I couldn't breathe normally. I was too excited. He lightly ran his fingers over my thigh and I lurched as much as I could, being secured. Then I heard him chuckle and felt him begin to pull at the silk that held my legs, until I was free to move them. "Ready, honey?" "Oh God, for what? What's left?" He picked up my legs and put them on his shoulders. I could feel him run his engorged cock up and down my slit. My clit was so sensitive; I still jumped when he touched it. Up and down he moved until I felt him stop at my waiting hole. I couldn't breath. He was silent, waiting, making me wait, and to the point I want to scream at him. "Miii....," my cry was cut short as I felt him move. With one slow, sensual movement he pushed his hot dripping shaft inside me. I suddenly felt complete; my void filled by him. Taking his time, he began to rock back and forth, urging me to come with him on this adventure he created for me. We moved together, slowly, allowing the other to feel every inch of pleasure. As he began to increase his speed, I pressed my legs into his shoulders, lifting my hips, urging him deeper. This spurred him on. All the foreplay he had performed was foreplay for him, too. There was a sense of urgency in his thrusts now and I could feel his need for relief. Harder and faster he moved. His breathing came in pants, and I felt his sweat drip down on me. His cock became hotter and I could feel it swell. His legs began to tense and I knew from his grunts that he was close. I clamped my muscles around his cock and opened myself up to follow his lead. I wanted us to experience this together. He drove himself into me, plunging in as deep as our bodies would allow. With one last heave, he released the passion he had kept inside all night. When I felt the heat fill me, my flood gates opened and we joined. He rocked and pushed, filling me until I could hold no more. As his body started to relax, I felt our essences seep from my body. My legs stayed on his shoulders because it was the only way I could hold him. When he gently pulled away from me and my legs fell on the bed, I felt so alone. "Honey, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing a tear slide out from under my blindfold. He could hear the quivering in my voice. "I need you to hold me. I need to hold you." "Oh baby," he said as he gently loosened my ties. I moved to take the blindfold off, but he stopped me. "Not yet," he whispered as he pulled me into his arms. Our arms were around each other, our legs were intertwined. For the first time that evening, I was able to bury my head in his neck and breathe his scent. I kissed him on his cheek, along his jaw and up to his lips. I couldn't have held him closer if I had tried. He smoothed the hair off my brow and ran his hands down my back. I shivered. "You okay?" he asked. "I still feel like every nerve ending is on fire," I said, trembling in his arms. He lifted the blindfold off my eyes. It took me a couple of minutes to focus and see we were on a four poster canopy bed, in a room filled with lighted candles. I looked at him, silently questioning, because I had no idea where we were. All he said was, "Surprise honey -- happy birthday."