4 comments/ 63019 views/ 11 favorites A Winter's Night By: Shallkneel4u My wife had gone off to visit an old girlfriend from high school for the weekend, so I was home alone. A Nor'easter had blown in by surprise, so she'd decided to say through till Sunday, Monday if the roads were bad. I'd spent the day watching some football, and occasionally looking out the window as inch after inch of snow surrounded our neighborhood with an ever increasing blanket of snow. As night fell there was a knock on the door that startled me. Who could be out on a night like this? What reason? Wearing only sweats, I grabbed a tee and pulled it on as I walked down the stairs into the front entry hall to open the door, my mind quickly wondering if my wife was OK. Flipping on the front porch light I saw an older man, maybe 64-65, suit and tie, no overcoat with a gash over his left eye. As I ripped open the door he asked if he could use my phone to call the police. Seems he'd been on his way home from work at the local hospital when someone side swiped his car, pushing him off the road and into a tree half a block down the street. His cell phone was not working, and he'd seen lights on in my house. The police asked if he was OK, took down his information, and informed him that in this weather, and since he was not hurt badly, that they would have someone stop by his house the next day to fill out a police report. Off the phone, snow dripping off his soaked suit onto my hardwood floors, blood sliding down his cheek from the gash over his eyes he introduced himself as Bill. He asked if he could make another call, but I suggested we clean up his eye, and get him into some dry clothes first. He kindly, but sternly refused, stating he needed to let his wife know that he was OK and safe first. He dialed the number, and I was not paying much attention to the conversation when I heard him say, "Hold on and let me ask." His hand over the receiver he coughed to get my attention and said, "My wife is afraid to come out in this weather, and wants to know if there any chance that I could stay here for the night? I'll never get a taxi in this weather." Not exactly a request one could refuse. The police were busy with more pressing issues, I'd already told my own wife to stay put at her friend's home, and there were already 12 inches of snow on the ground. "Sure, my wife is out of town any way, so let your wife know you have a roof over your head for the night." The call ended, I suggested that I take a look at his eye, and that he should maybe take a hot shower while I got him something dry to wear. I walked him up to our second floor bathroom, turned on the lights and had a look at his eye. The cut was not deep, and other than some skin abrasions, and a slight bump it looked as if he would be fine. I got out some towels, told him to make himself at home, and then asked if he wanted something to knock the chill off. "Got any Scotch?" Bill asked a hopeful tone to his voice. I could not help but chuckle. "Sure, let me find you something to put on, and I'll bring back some Scotch as well." I'm 5'8" and Bill looked to be at least 6'2", maybe a bit taller, and had to outweigh me by at least 40 pounds. Obviously, the only thing I had that would fit him was one of my robes. I went down to the bar off the kitchen, poured a nice three fingers of Scotch into a tumbler with a few cubes, went up to the master bedroom, retrieved a robe and returned to the bathroom thinking Bill would still be in the shower. As I opened the door, I saw him standing, back to me, combing his hair in front of the mirror, a towel tossed over his shoulder. Before I could say anything he smiled at me via the mirror and said, "Great shower, is that Scotch I see?" As he turned around for the Scotch, it was impossible to miss what had to be at least an eight inch flaccid cock. Again, as I stood there somewhat dumbstruck, he reached out, took the Scotch, turned back around to finish combing his hair, and said, "Thanks for the Scotch, meet you down stairs." It was not a question, but a statement, even a demand. "Sure Bill, I'll be down in the den watching the game." Perplexed, I left the room and retreated to the den, stopping in the bar off the kitchen to pour myself a drink. I could not believe how hung he was. A few minutes later Bill came in, plopped himself down on the leather couch across from the one I was on and said, "Nice house, how long have you lived here." I answered the question, and the two of us chatted for awhile and watched the game. At the end of the quarter Bill asked if he could have some more Scotch, and started to get up. I told him to relax, that I'd get it. He asked, "You sure you don't mind waiting on me?" I stood up and went over to get his glass, and could not help but notice his robe was opened just enough for me to catch another glimpse of his cock, could not help but notice it had a bit more stature to it. Must be the warmth from the gas fire place, and the Scotch I thought. Having taken his glass, I must have hesitated for a moment as I heard him say, "You going to get me that Scotch?" "Oh, sure, be right back with it, can I get you anything else?" "No, the Scotch is fine, and maybe you should get yourself another drink as well, I hate drinking alone." When I returned with our drinks, Bill was lounged back into the sofa, his arms stretched up over the back, his legs parted, the robe partially open, his thick flaccid cock dangling between his legs, supported by two pear sized and shaped balls. All I could do was stare at it as he smiled, and then spoke. "You like what you see, or just amazed at the size?" Blushing, realizing I'd been caught staring at this almost strangers cock and balls, I stammered, "Both." I wanted to turn away, but my feet seemed frozen in place. "It's the biggest cock I've ever seen." "Good" he said as his smile broadened. "Why don't you bring me that Scotch and have a closer look at it." Again, I was gazing at his cock which had noticeably swollen, and I could not resist his subtle command. As I moved to obey his words, I suddenly noticed he'd pushed the coffee table out of the way while I'd been off to get his Scotch. As I handed him the Scotch, he took my drink as well and tossed a throw pillow on the floor between his now fully spread legs and said, "I think you will find kneeling on this far more comfortable than your hardwood floor." A part of me wanted to refuse, but the other part of me seemed to be winning as I unconsciously began to lick my now dry lips. A voice inside my head kept screaming over and over again, "Oh My God, he's got a big dick!" It was as if the shear size of it was overriding my senses, washing away all resistance to his commands. I stared at his cock, looked into his eyes as he smiled and said, "Come on boy, you know you want to touch it, now kneel." His words pushed aside my few remaining doubts. My hands trembling, I steadied myself on his naked knees and knelt before him. "Yes Sir." Where did that come from? Why did I instinctively call him Sir? "Good Boy." Kneeling before him, his cock staring back at me, I could not help but be mesmerized by its size and girth, the mushroom shaped cock head straining to leap out of its uncircumcised skin. Again, my tongue darting across my partially parted lips as a soft husky whispering voice from deep inside me began almost chanting, "Oh my God, oh my God, it is so fucking big, oh my God." Here I was, in my own home, kneeling before a man I scarcely knew, but one thing was certain. I could not resist his advances, was not even sure I wanted to any more. All I could do was stare at his hardening cock, knowing that soon I would be his cock sucking boy. "You want to suck that dick boy." It was not really a question, but a simple statement of fact. "Yes Sir." "Yes Daddy, boy!" "Don't make that same mistake again. You will refer to be as Daddy, Master, or Master Daddy, but not sir." "Yes Daddy." "Good boy, now tell me what you want boy. You want to suck some of this BIG DADDY DICK?" Did I? I stared at his cock, then looked up into his eyes. "Yes Daddy, I need to suck Big Daddy Dick. Please Daddy." My words, my voice shocked me, but on a visceral level it was true. At that moment, more than anything else, I wanted to suck his cock, wanted to suck his very impressive and commanding dick. "Yes Daddy Master, I want to suck your Big Daddy Dick." Almost involuntarily, my hands began to rub and massage his thighs, slowly moving upward; closer to their target as I gazed into his eyes, watched him smile as my tongue continued to dart across my lips, as if they had already tasted the massive cock that was now demanding my undivided attention. He leaned forward, placed his hands on my head and kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing itself past my lips as I felt myself further surrendering to his desires. After a minute of this assault he leaned back, his left hand extending a finger too, and caressing my lips. I could not help but begin suckling on it. He withdrew his finger, took a swallow of his Scotch, and then gazed down at me. "Settle down boy, and take a sip of your drink. We have plenty of time; I may even stay and extra day if this snow keeps up." I took a sip of my drink, watched as he placed my drink on the side table, and returned his gaze to me. The intensity of his gaze too much, I looked down again, my eyes locking on his cock as it began growing harder, watched as my hands began working his thighs right where they became one with his testicles, two succulent shaved balls that seemed to almost glisten. A Winter's Night Ch. 02 I gazed at Daddy's succulent balls, stared as my hands massaged ever so close to the object of my desires, watched as his right hand gently grasped hold of his tremendous girth, lifting its meaty head, gasped as he began to gently graze it across my mouth, my tongue involuntarily darting out to moisten my dry anticipating lips. My earlier hesitation was replaced with a raw, almost animalistic need. Incapable of speech, all I could do was emit a deep guttural moan of desire as his beautifully large mushroom cock head settled upon and ran across my lips, my tongue snaking out in the hopes of a real taste. His cock head moving back and forth, his voice soft and commanding, "Yes boy, show me how much you want this cock, show me you are deserving. " At first, all I could do was moan, my mind swirling further away as lust and carnal desire consumed every part of me, his cock head caressing my lips the center of my universe. Daddy's voice reaching out, "Talk to me boy, tell me how much you want this big Daddy Dick." As I gazed back up into his eyes, saw his understanding and knowing smile, he leaned back into the sofa, as his hand left his cock, only to guide first one, then my other hand onto his large, substantial dick. I gasped at my first touch on his manhood, my eyes quickly looking down to see my fingers wrapping around and caressing the bottom portion of his thick dick, his large mushroom head, and about four inches of cock still in plain view. I hungrily licked my lips, thought about plunging my mouth down onto him, but instinctually knew it was not what was expected of me. Knew I'd not yet earned the privilege of having Daddy Master's cock fill and stretch my hungry mouth, feed my starving soul. I forced myself to look away, and tilting my head upward gazed into his eyes, watched as he took a sip of his Scotch. "I want your Daddy Cock." The words came out slowly, tentative. "Do you boy?" It was a very serious question, his gaze leaving no doubt that he expected a very honest and heartfelt answer. "Yes Daddy" "Say it like you mean it boy." I knew what he wanted, even expected. Knew I would not be allowed the privilege without surrendering completely to him, and to his cock. To him, this was not a game, to him, he demanded all, and would settle for nothing less. My lips trembled as conflicting emotions battled inside of me. I gazed down at the massive cock in my hands, a small gasp escaping my lips. I looked back up at him, his eyes boring into my soul, and with a visible shudder, as tears began to trickle out of my eyes and down my cheek I almost whimpered, "Oh God...please Daddy Master, I want to taste your cock, want you to train me to serve your Daddy Dick." The tears began to pour, all will to resist gone, "Oh God, Oh God, I cannot help it, I need to suck your cock, need to lick and kiss your beautiful shaven balls." On and on I babbled, the tears streaming down my cheeks. Pleased that I had fully surrendered, Daddy Master's hand began to caress my hair as his other hand guided his cock to my lips, and with slow steady pressure he hushed my words as his cock head found its way into, and filled my mouth. His hands upon my head were so gentle, yet firm as he controlled my every move, allowing me nothing more than the thrill of swirling my tongue around his mushroom head over and over again, my own saliva moistening my lips as he began to slowly pump in and out as a bit more of his cock filled me, his cock head almost but not quite entering my throat with each inward thrust. Just then, the phone rang. It was Bill that stopped his thrusting, and commanded me to answer it, explaining it might be his wife checking in. I pulled myself up off his cock, and still on my knees reached over to the end table to pick up, "Hello." "Are you OK honey, you sound out of breath?" It was my wife checking in before she went to sleep. "I'm fine sweetie, was just outside trying to get a jump on shoveling the walk." As I carried on chit chat with my wife, my new Daddy Master stood up from the sofa, drank down the last of his Scotch and then kneeled behind me. His hands lifting my tee-shirt out of my sweats, his fingers gently rubbing my back, he kept me tingling as he striped off my top as my wife chatted about her day. Daddy Master then wrapped his arms up and around me, his fingers finding, then teasing my nipples, gently at first, but then rolling and pinching them in a painfully delicious way. "You get some sleep honey, I am going to go out and shovel some more snow for a bit, but promise I will not over do it." "I think you should get me some more Scotch boy, and when you return I want to see you naked." "Yes Daddy Master." Before I could rise up off my knees, he appeared in front of me, and grabbing my head stuffed his cock roughly into my mouth, rapidly stroking in and out for a few moments, then stopping. His hands were back to working, pinching and pulling on my nipples, soft gurgling moans somehow escaping from my cock filled mouth as he spoke, "Oh yeah boy, you are meant to serve Daddy Cock. Before we are finished tonight, you will be my slut boy, and I will own your ass." Slowly, teasingly he began to withdraw his cock. "Now, you need to go get me that Scotch, and you had best be naked when you return." As he slowly withdrew his cock, I instinctively tilted my head upward, gasped as his magnificent cock paused, just his head remaining in my mouth as I looked into his all knowing and understanding eyes. He reached around and picked up his now empty Scotch glass, my hands raising up to receive it as his cock was pulled out, left dangling just out of reach. "You love worshipping Daddy Cock don't you boy?" "Yes Daddy, I love sucking your big thick Daddy Cock." As he spoke, his hands on mine as they held his Scotch glass he pulled me up off my knees, and held me in a tight embrace, "I want you to worship my cock, want you obsessed with a desperate need to serve and please me." As he finished speaking he pulled me even closer as his lips found mine. I melted as his tongue forced itself through my lips, moaned as we passionately French kissed, his tongue fucking and ravaging my mouth like a smaller version of the cock that had just left. As he relinquished his hold, and withdrew his tongue, weak kneed I almost collapsed as I blurted out, "Oh God DADDY MASTER, I want to be your cock slut Daddy." Smiling, he quickly French kissed me one more time, and swatting me on my ass said, "Go get us each another drink." A Winter's Night Pleasure It is a cold winter night; the heat coming from the fireplace warms the room. I feel the cool air on my naked body as I lay tied up, spread eagle to our 4-poster bed. My mind wanders as the time passes, seems like you have been gone for a while. I am thinking about what will happen after you come back; those thoughts definitely have gotten me excited. The more I think about it, the more hot and excited I am getting. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and my nipples harder in the cool air. You come back into the room interrupting my hot train of thought. I look at you as you walk towards me; I can see something in your hand but cannot quite make out what it is yet. My mind really races now as you approach the side of the bed; you lean down and kiss me. How is My Pet doing, are you comfortable, you ask? Is anything too tight? I am fine Master, all comfy and nothing is too tight. I love how you take care of me, making sure that I am not in much discomfort if any at all. Good, you say as you walk down the side of bed running your hand from my shoulder all the way to the front of my thigh, leaving goose bumps in its' wake as you touch me. You turn around, walk towards me, your hand going up my inner thigh. I whimper as it brushes across my pussy heading upwards across my belly, finding it's' way to my breasts. You encircle my breast with your hand, sliding it up so your thumb now rests on my nipple. You start to rub it making me moan softly with the feeling of pleasure going straight down to my pussy. You lean down and kiss me again, as you straighten up; you pick up whatever you brought in with you off the bed. I had not even noticed that you put it there. As you lift it higher up and tails uncurl, I realize it is a flogger. I instantly react, my body tenses up and my mind starts racing more. I have never encountered one of these before, but from my readings I know that they can be quite painful. I wonder just what you have in mind fro tonight, but whatever it is I will do what I have to please you. Besides I do trust you and know you would never do anything to hurt me. Obviously you know me well enough by now; you know that I am very nervous, and you can see it in my eyes. Now, Now My Pet, it is alright, you will just be fine. Relax for me. Yes Master. Do you trust me? You ask. Of course I do. That is My good girl, you tell me as you hand strokes my inner thigh. I try to relax but it is still a hard thing to do. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. You are still standing at the side of the bed and raise the flogger up laying it gently down so it rests on my shoulder. As you pull it down my body the tails fan out caressing my everywhere as it moves slowly downward. The sensations from it are so delicious, teasing my body all over, making my nipples even harder, tickling my belly, brushing across my pussy. I moan softly as you bring it between my legs, the tails being pulled across my very open and visibly wet pussy, teasing my clit, too. You drag it all the way down to my feet and then back up again on the other side. I start to pant as you bring the flogger back across my pussy, arching my back up for more contact. I am getting so hot and wet from all of this; I need your hard cock in me badly. I can feel my juices running down into the crack of my ass now. The tails fan out again coming up my body and across my belly and up to my breasts, my moans and whimpers increases; you know how hot this is making me. Please Master, I need to be fucked, I need your hard cock in me, and I ask you, panting. Hmmmmmm, well My pet needs to be fucked, huh? Yes Master, please fuck me. You crawl between my spread thighs and then I feel something parting my swollen pussy lips and rubbing against my clit making me shudder and moan in delight. Rubbing up and down getting wet with my juices and then sliding into me, I start to fuck it back, it feels so good. So I look down to see what it is just as you say, mmmmmmmm, baby you are such a lil slut, look at you fucking the thing that you were so afraid of earlier. Then I see the handle of the flogger sliding in and out of my pussy, the black leather glistening with my wetness. I moan more as you fuck me faster with it, my hips bucking moving with it. You leave the flogger there; I must be a sight with the handle buried in my pussy with the tails hanging out between my spread legs. You come up to untie my hands and you kiss me and then go down to untie my feet and then tell me roll over onto my stomach. I of course obey your command, rolling over feeling the handle in my pussy as I do. You tell me that you are not going to tie me up again but I have to behave myself. I tell you that I will. I spread my legs wide for you not knowing what you have in mind now. You smack my ass hard once catching me off guard and then kiss my ass where it is slightly pink from your smacking, making me moan. I feel your fingers with a cool liquid on them playing with my tight little ass, sliding a finger in. MMMMMMMMMMMM. Your fingers pull out and I feel your cock at the entrance of my tight ass. You slide in slowly; I whimper and moan as your cock slides all the way in. I feel so filled up with the flogger handle still in my pussy and your hard cock in my tight ass. You start to fuck me slowly, building up to a little faster pace. My moans increase more as my clit is being rubbed against the bed as you fuck my ass. I can feel my pussy contracting around the handle, I need to cum soon. You lay down on me so you are on my back fucking my ass deep as you kiss my neck and shoulders. I feel you nibbling on my neck and then biting me a little. I know that is going to leave a mark, marking me as yours. I feel my orgasm building to the point of no return and ask you if I can cum, you tell me I can. I let it go moaning and cuming hard feeling my pussy tighten around the handle and my ass tightening around your cock. You cannot hold back much longer either, my ass is so tight, a few more deep strokes and you cum in my ass. I feel your body relax as you lay on top of me and we catch our breath. I thank you for letting me cum. We lay there fore awhile like that, sweaty, sticky and your cum dripping out of my ass mixing with my juices. You roll off me finally. You reach and pull the handle out of me, the leather is very wet. You laugh and say, well I guess we better let this dry out for a while huh, as you show it to me. We both start giggling. As we lay there I tell you that the hot tub would feel really good right now, but I do not know if I have the energy to walk all the way outside and besides it is really cold tonight. Ah but we have a Jacuzzi tub very close by and it is already partly filled, just have to put more warm water in it, you say with a smile. MMMMMMM, that sounds really good, thanks baby, you always take such good care of me. I lean over and kiss you deeply. You get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to fill the tub up more and turn the jets on. You walk back in and I am lying on my side facing towards you smiling and looking very content. Your Jacuzzi awaits my sexy girl, as you pull me off the bed and lead me to the bathroom. We both slide into the tub feeling the warm water swirling around us. You lean over and kiss me and tell me that I am such a good girl and I please you very much. I tell you thank you and all I ever want to do is please you. We soak in the Jacuzzi for a while until we both are feeling really sleepy and decide that it is time for bed. We get out and I dry you off first and then myself. We crawl into bed with the fireplace still on, you turn off the lights and we snuggle up together and drift off.