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Daddy's Birthday

By: Julie20



I have already written about how one night after a party I ended up in my Daddy's bed and how, when he comes to Portsmouth on business, I go to see him to "pay the rent" on my student flat which he owns. My Daddy is the best lover a girl could have and when his birthday was due we made special plans for a birthday treat.

I suspect that he deliberately planned his schedule so that he would be in Portsmouth that night and, as usual, the bank had booked him into the best hotel in the city. We had talked about roughly what he would like and he had even given me a budget to make sure that I wore the type of clothes which he liked. Of course I had taken the proper precautions so there would be no need to bother with cumbersome bits of rubber.

As I parked my little red car in the hotel car park I was ridiculously nervous mainly because I so wanted tonight to be special. Things were not made any better by my having to park my tiny car between a Porche and a Jaguar, I hoped that I did not look too out of place.

Would my "client" like the clothes which I had bought for tonight? I wore a plain black dress which was quite short and high at the neck. My black stockings were holdups and my black shoes were flat and not at all dressy. I was carrying a plain black little clutch bag. For some reason I thought of the Black Dahlia who was a girl in America who came to a very messy end in a case which has never been solved.

He had told me his suite number and I walked straight across the foyer to the lifts. I felt exposed and conspicuous as if everyone were looking at me and wondering what I was doing here. My mouth was actually dry as I wondered what I would say if anyone challenged me. This was silly as all I had to say was that I was visiting my dad but, of course, there was a bit more to it than that.

The lift took me to the top floor and I walked out onto thick carpet which deadened all sound and had that "new" smell. The corridor was eerily silent and empty and I slowly walked along reading the gold numbers on the doors. I stopped outside 1015 and knocked.

His voice came from within.

"Who is it?"

I knew what I had to say.

"It's Julie from Cute Kittens."

He summoned me in and I went in closing the door behind me. The suite was impressive and he was reclining on a sofa wearing only a white towelling robe. He looked like a Roman Emperor awaiting his slave girl.

"Where's Gemma, my usual girl?"

There was no script for this. Why had he used the name of my sister? Was he just tapping into sibling rivalry or was he hinting at something which I did not know about? I made up an answer.

"Gemma couldn't come. The agency said that as you are a good customer and I have never done this before there is no charge for tonight."

He grinned at me.

"Gemma couldn't come? She doesn't usually have that problem. Well we'd better see what we've got. Turn around, slowly."

I turned all the way around so that he could inspect me and note the rise of my bum and my small breasts.

"Well let's see the goods. Undress Julie."

Facing him I placed my little bag on an occasional table. I don't know what the table was the rest of the time. Then I reached back to unzip my dress and I stepped out of it. I was wearing a little cotton bra and brief set which would not look out of place on a fourteen year old. It was white with multi coloured spots. I am only five feet three and very slim so can easily pass for much younger than the nineteen which I really am. Of course stripping in cold blood when you know that every move is being scrutinised is always a bit embarrassing and I am still sensitive about my boobs being so tiny but there was a pride in undressing for my Daddy. I knew that the black holdups made a pleasing contrast against my white skin and I again reached behind to unfasten my bra which I dropped on top of my dress as I stood there sticking out my chest (well sticking it out as far as it would go).

Just for a moment I stood posing and noting the approval on his face then I pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them to reveal my white, smooth shaven pussy. I held my hands above my head like a Roman erotic statue as I kicked off my shoes. He told me to keep the stockings on and do another pirouette which I did oh so slowly feeling like a confusing mixture of a tart and an innocent little girl. 

My Daddy got to his feet and began to walk to the bedroom. As he did so he waved one hand over his shoulder in a brisk gesture which clearly meant "Come".

I followed him into the beige room which was dominated by a large double bed. He dropped the gown from his shoulders and lay back on the bed displaying his lovely body with his hairy chest and impressive muscles. His manhood was not quite fully erect but it still rose quite impressively from its thick black nest. It was obvious that I was to join him on the bed and, as he lay on his back I climbed on top of him and began to nibble his chest hair. He put one hand on my left buttock and began to knead me as I increasingly needed him. I was laying flat on his body and could feel his hardness beneath me. He rolled over in a very smooth movement so that how his full weight was pressing me into the mattress.

He nibbled my ear and began to whisper.

"You do know that the agency will ask me if I was satisfied with you?"

"Yes Sir."

"What would they do if I gave a bad report Julie?"

His weight was crushing my boobs and I was feeling quite hot.

"I'd get locked up without my clothes Sir in a very tiny cupboard for a very long time."

I felt him at my intimate lips and I spread my legs as he slightly shifted his position.

"Well you'd better be good then hadn't you Young Julie."

He did not ram into me as a younger man may have done but he gently increased the pressure against my tight little entrance. It was not harsh but it was relentless and it was not going to be denied. I tightened all the muscles down there to squeeze him; I really wanted him to enjoy this.

Daddy plays squash and is very successful in his career. High achievers like him tend to be high achievers in every area of their lives so a voracious sexual appetite and an almost supernatural ability to bring a woman to a perfect climax are not unexpected. His hips fell into a vigorous rhythm and his manhood was now like a thick bar of iron pushing against my tender flesh and completely filling me. His breathing was not laboured but it was the powerful controlled force of an athlete and he could still speak.

"How did you get into this work Julie?"

"My landlord is a very hard man Sir. If I don't pay my rent I will be on the streets and have to earn my living up against walls down by the docks."

"Do you think you can be as good as Gemma?"

There was that cruel reference to Gemma again which stung me. What we were doing was part fantasy but he had the knack of making me feel the emotion as if it were deadly serious.

"I will try very hard Sir." 

His stamina was incredible. He seemed to go on for hours as my legs, of their own accord did the splits and my head went back so that the top of my head was digging into the bed and I was panting like a Jack Russell Terrier. When he came it seemed that he sprayed gallons of hot juice into my depths and he still kept pumping at me as it happened. At the end he did not suddenly roll back leaving me alone while he let out a cry of victory. It was more gradual and there was none of the YEEEES which immature boys let out; I cannot imitate his cry of victory, it was a long, deep and satisfied sigh. Immediately his arm went behind my head and pulled me towards his warm strong body so that we were very much sharing his climax. The secret of a successful lover is not a matter of technique; it is a genuine desire to please one's partner even if she is a young whore.

As we lay there looking out of the huge windows at the lights of the city I felt so satisfied that I thought I would explode. Life does not get any better than this. He was hugging me and nibbling my ear and smelling my hair while his fingers so tenderly explored my face and my body and then, eventually, found their way down to my very wet pubis where he began to stimulate me so that my bottom rose from the mattress as my back arched.

A really experienced man can play a woman's body like a harp as even his lightest touch in just the right place can fill her with ecstasy. In such a way he brought me once again to the very brink of climax then he once again rolled on top of me and took me right over the edge.

I cannot describe his second filling of me beyond saying that it was pure Nirvana and then we were once again in the afterglow on our sides belly to belly in a tender embrace. At some point in that encounter (I had lost all track of time) the phone rang on the bedside table.

He lazily reached out a bare arm and answered the phone. When he knew who the caller was he pointed at my face with his free hand then pointed down at his rising member. The instruction was clear and I knelt up with my lips lowering over his shaft. I moved up and down trying to squeeze him as hard as the muscles in my mouth would allow. At the bottom of the action my tongue darted out around his heavy sack and occasionally I would pause in working on the shaft to give his sac a very thorough licking.

Of course I could hear one side of the phone conversation and I realised that Mum had phoned to wish him happy birthday.

His side of the conversation made the content very clear.

"Oh yes I love that. Mmmm. I love it when you say that. I would do that to you over and over.."

He had two women pleasing him at the same time and there was no way to be sure which one of us was drawing the most reaction from him but I like to think that his passionate replies to my mother had something to do with the work which I was doing.

As soon as he put the phone down he took me again and we both came to a huge mutual climax then we made our naked way to the shower where we soaped each other very thoroughly and he dried me very carefully. As he did so he reminded me of how, when I was living at home, I would often come down to breakfast in just a short nightshirt or how I would have a shower then sit in the lounge in a bath towel as I watched television and dried my long hair.

"Young girls seem to have no regard for what they put their fathers through," he remarked as we went back to the sitting area where I had left my clothes. It was well past midnight and he was Daddy enough not to send his daughter out into the night so at this point we dropped our roles and made our way back to that big bed where we settled to a lovely night together.

However the fantasy returned in the morning when he announced that he used this hotel regularly and would prefer not to be discovered with an attractive young girl in his bed. He lolled naked on the sofa as he watched me dress then we stood in the middle of the room where we kissed. He told me to wait a moment before leaving and he went back to the bedroom.

When he came back he was holding his wallet from which he produced £50.

"I know the agency let me have you for free but this is for you Julie. Now leave swiftly so that no-one sees which room you left."

Daddy's Birthday



Editor's Note: story contains gay male sexuality.

*

"Happy Birthday, Dear Dad! Happy Birthday to you!" My father smirked at me, before quickly blowing out all the candles on his cake. 

"Ah, no boyfriends." I said, sitting next to him at the table. My father was gay, so was I. He never came out to me, and I never came out to him. We just sort of always knew, I guess. 

When I was younger my father used to bring his boyfriends over fairly often. But none of them ever really lasted. He had me when he was really young, and as such, most of the men he met were young, and not prepared to deal with a child. As soon as my mother had given birth to me, she'd stepped out of the picture. But it's fine, I really love my dad. He makes up for her not being here. 

"No! I can't be single for another year." He exclaimed before laughing. 

"I know, especially now that you're so old." I said with a smirk. 

"Forty is not old! I'm in my prime." 

He was right about that. He looked great. 

My father works in construction. He's been working with the same company since he graduated high school. Throughout the years he was able to move up into management, but he didn't lose his muscular physique. He was fit, he was always weight lifting, training for marathons or half-marathons. 

He was different from me in that way. He had an athletic build, whereas I was more slim. I was still fit, but I was a dancer, and I had that sort of body. But I was definitely more drawn to his body type than mine.

"You're twice my age, Jeff. I'll have to send you to an old folk's home soon." My father laughed again. 

I glanced at the clock behind him. 

"Shit," I cursed, "I have to go. I'll be late!" I quickly stood from the table, grabbing my bag from the kitchen counter. My father followed me. 

"I wish you could stay. You haven't even had a piece of cake yet." He said, frowning. He looked so sad. I wished I could stay too, but I had work. 

"I'll have some when I get home, around one. You'll still be up then, right?" I asked, pulling my sneakers on. He rubbed his hands through his thick brown hair. 

"Yeah, the guys will probably still be over. I guess you can meet them then." He said, giving me a small half-smile. 

"Sure, Dad. Sounds great." I stood, pulling him into a tight hug. He was taller than me, by about six inches. He kissed the top of my head before releasing me. He always did that, kissed the top of my head. I realized, as I got older, that it sent a sort pleasurable shudder down my spine. 

"Happy Birthday, Dad." I said, before quickly leaving the house. 

I felt bad. It was awful having to leave him on his birthday. He had been trying to introduce me to his friends for a while now, and I still hadn't made the time to meet them. 

And to make matters worse, I was lying to him about my job. He thought I was a bartender, which was true, Monday through Thursday. But today was Friday, and I'd be working at TKO, the gay strip club about ten blocks from our house. 

If my father knew about it, he'd die. 

My father didn't always have a lot of money. He'd had me when he was twenty, which is far too young to have a child. But he always tried to give me the best. So as soon as I was old enough to get a job, I got one. 

After I turned 19, I was able to start bartending, and was making a pretty good amount in tips. But I make a lot more stripping. Most of the money I make goes towards savings, so I can go to college. I give the rest to my father, who is way too reluctant to take it. 

I don't mind though. I sort of feel like we're partners, we take care of each other. And I like that. 

Besides, I don't really mind stripping. It's not like I feel used or dirty. It's just a job, that's all. But my father wouldn't see it that way, so there's no way he can ever, ever, ever find out. 

"Hey Ty, we switched the rotation. You're on the floor tonight. Check the schedule." Tom said, as I entered the building. I nodded my thanks to him and carried on into the back to change. 

The entire thing was all very organized. We had specific times that we went on to dance. The more popular the stripper, the later they went on. 

We had five stages. Four smaller ones, and one main stage. Usually I only worked the stage if one of our more veteran dancers was sick or away. Which was fine with me, I found serving drinks and giving lap dances got me the same amount of tips. But the work was easier because, ironically enough, I'm pretty shy. I'm better with one on one interactions. 

I went to the back room and began undressing quickly. The server's uniform was pretty basic. A pair of silver spandex booty shorts and a bow tie. (Because we had to look "classy"). 

As I pulled the shorts on I felt a strong hand grip my ass cheek. 

"Hi Paul." I said with a smirk. Paul pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around my stomach. I could feel his erection through his pants. Must've just come off the stage. 

"Mm, you dancing tonight, babe?" He asked, kissing my neck. 

"Not on the stage." 

"Well, I suppose I'll have to buy a lap dance then. How much do you charge again?" He asked, grinding against me. I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

"Whatever the price baby, you could never afford it." I said, quickly pecking his lips. I gave him a wink, then left the back room. 

"You're such a tease!" He called after me. I chuckled. 

Paul had been trying to get into my pants ever since I started working here. But we weren't really supposed to date coworkers, and that's what it would take to get into my pants. 

I'm not easy. As I said, this is just a job, not a lifestyle. 

Sure, I'd been a little promiscuous in high school, blowing my boyfriends in the front seat of their cars during lunch. But no one had ever fucked me. I was waiting on that one. 

Yeah, call me old fashioned, but I want to actually care about the first person I sleep with. And yes, I get that saying that is sort of ironic. 

If I was being completely honest, I was holding out for one man in particular. It would probably never happen with him, but I would wait a few more years, just in case. 

"Ty, these drinks need to go to table seven." I nodded at the bartender, Matt, before grabbing the tray and heading off to the table. 

The night seemed to go by quickly. I gave a good amount of dances, I'd have a good tip at the end of the night. I'd get my father something nice with it. I still felt awful about leaving him on his birthday. 

Around midnight I served table nine. There was a group of three men waiting. 

"What's your name, babe?" One of the men asked me as I set their drinks down. He looked about middle-aged. He was cute, had black hair and brown eyes. 

"Friends call me Ty." I said with a wink. I looked around the three men. They were all about the same age, late thirties, early forties. 

"How old are you, Ty?" A different one asked, smirking at me. 

"Twenty." I replied, smiling back at him. I ran my fingers through my blonde hair. It was a lie, I was only nineteen, but I'd be turning twenty in a week. I was born exactly seven days (and twenty years) after my father. 

"That's perfect," The first man said with a large grin. "How much is it for a dance?" 

"It's $20 for a song, full contact." I answered with a smirk. I knew I had him. 

"Done." He said, handing me a twenty. The music changed, a new song began. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and lowered myself onto him, grinding my body against his. 

Dancing was easy. It came very naturally to me. I think being a virgin for 20 years actually helped, I had a lot of pent up sexual energy. 

The man I was dancing for seemed to be enjoying himself. He was smiling at me, his hands rested firmly on my hips, his eyes locked with mine. My hands roamed his shoulders, down slightly onto his chest. He was sweating slightly, from me or the heat in the room, I wasn't sure. But his breath was short, I could tell he was getting close. The song was almost over.

"Wow, I leave for a couple minutes and Roman buys a lap dance? I miss everything." A man behind me said. I smirked, grinding against the man one final time. 

The man, Roman, gasped quietly, his hips jerked upwards, his hands gripped me forcefully as he came. He panted quietly as his orgasm died, his grip on me relaxed, the song ended. 

"Whoa. That looked like a good one. How much for a dance?" The new member to the group asked. I smiled and climbed off of Roman, turning to face him. 

My eyes widened in surprise and horror as I faced my father. His mouth dropped. We stared at each other for a good twenty seconds, the other men in his group began to worry.

"I-I-I'm actually off now. My shift's over." I lied, hurrying quickly into the back room. 

Oh. My. God. 

My father had caught me. He'd caught me giving one of his friends a lap dance. 

And it had turned him on. No. I had turned him on. 

My cock stiffened. 

Yes, I'm attracted to my father. He's gorgeous, anyone would be attracted to him. And he's nice, and sweet and...protective. 

Protective. My father is protective, and when I get home he's going to give it to me for putting myself in this type of situation. Shit.

And, on top of it all, I've ruined his birthday. I'm terrible. 

I looked in the mirror in the back room, willing my erection to go down. I still had another half hour of my shift, but with any luck my father and his posse would be gone. 

I sucked in a deep breath and entered the main floor feeling guilty and ashamed. Thankfully my father and his friends were gone.

***

I stood outside the front door for at least five minutes, trying to figure out a plan of attack. 

There was only my father's truck in the driveway, so he probably didn't have his friends over. Maybe he'd gone to bed. Maybe I could just sneak up to my room and deal with it tomorrow. 

Shit. 

I breathed deeply, opening the door. 

The lights in the living room were off. That was a good sign. I kicked my shoes off and dropped my bag at the front door. Usually I'd take it up to my room to hide it, but my father had already seen my outfit, and besides, he wasn't the type to rifle through my things anyway. 

I walked quietly throughout the house, heading for the stairs. But my plan of sneaking to my room was foiled, my father was sitting in the dining room, waiting for me. 

He sat at the head of the table, chewing his lip anxiously. He was running his fingers through his thick brown hair, his brown eyes looked me up and down. 

"Sit down, Ty." Dad said quietly, motioning to the chair to his left. I nodded and reluctantly sat. 

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry I ruined your birthday." I said quietly. My father just shook his head slowly.

"I don't even know what to say," He said, sighing deeply, "I want you to quit, obviously. But I can't make you and I won't force you. You're nearly twenty, you're old enough to make your own decisions." I nodded slowly, processing what he was saying. It was so much worse that he wasn't angry, he was just sad. It killed me. 

And I felt doubly guilty, because just thinking about this situation - my father watching me give his friend a lap dance, was turning me on. My father had never seen me so sexual before, and before he knew it was me, well, he wanted me. He wanted me. That turned me on more than I could say.

"Can I ask you something, Dad?" I asked, eyeing him. He nodded, rubbing his eyes. 

"Was I good?" 

He looked at me startled. 

"What?" 

"Was I good? Good at dancing? Did it... did it turn you on?" I asked the last part quietly, anxiously. 

"That's...that's completely irrelevant son." He said, standing. He went to leave the dining room. 

"Please don't be mad at me Daddy." I said. I hadn't called him Daddy in a long time. It was something that just sort of came out when I was scared. But it worked. He stopped, and sighed again. He looked at me, rubbing his neck. He looked so worn out. 

"I'm not mad, son. It's just... I don't like the idea of you being with other men. They won't take care of you, they don't love you... it's just... but I guess it isn't my place. You're an adult, Ty. I just still see you as my little boy, and I don't want you to get hurt." 

"I know, Dad. But I... I haven't been with anyone. Not like that." I said, standing. I moved towards him slowly. 

"Really?" He asked, "You're still a virgin?" 

I nodded, "Yeah, Dad." 

I wrapped my arms around him, and pressed my ear against his chest. His arms in turn, held me. And he kissed the top of my head. 

"And I'll always be your little boy, Dad. That's not going to change." I said.

"I know, son, I know." 

We pulled away from each other only slightly, and I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His hands trailed down my back, resting on my hips. We looked at each other. 

"Son," He breathed softly, before I pressed my lips against his. Our lips moved softly together, tenderly. The kiss lasted for maybe five seconds before my dad pulled away.

"Ty, we can't." He said, his hands falling away from my body. My cock was rock hard already. And I could feel his erection through his pants too. I persisted.

"Why not, Dad?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him again. 

"I-I'm your father, it's not appropriate." He said quietly. He didn't push me away. His arms just hung limply at his sides. 

"Jeff, you said it yourself, no one else will love me or take care of me the way you do." I said, looking up at him. I needed him, needed this. 

"Don't call me that, son." He breathed, avoiding my eyes. 

God, I'd been in love with him for so many years. No way I could handle rejection from him now. He didn't move. I tried one final plea.

"I'm in love with you, Daddy." 

He looked down at me. There was a look in his eyes I had never seen before. I couldn't place it. He looked sad and lustful and desperate all at once. For a moment I thought he was going to push me away, run to his room and shut me out. 

But then, his lips were on mine. 

He was rough, dominating. His kisses were desperate, so were mine. My father's hands moved to my waist, and he held me, almost painfully tight. He was in control. 

God, I had wanted this for so long. And now that the dam holding it all back had been broken, there was no stopping it now. 

My hands travelled up his chest, feeling his muscles. I was eager, more eager than I'd ever been with any of my high school boyfriends. I was with a man, my father. He was masculine and dominating and protective. He'd take care of me. He always had. 

My father's tongue traced my lips, and I opened them, allowing him full access to my mouth. His tongue moved with mine, exploring me desperately. My hands flew to his hair, and I gripped his delicious brown curls, holding his face to mine. 

He pushed me back slowly, still kissing me, until I was trapped between him and the dining room table. My father's erection pressed forcefully against mine, I moved my hips slowly, further stimulating our hard members. 

My dad's hands moved quickly to the backs of my thighs. He picked me up easily, setting me onto the dining room table, so our faces were the same height. His kisses slowed. 

He took my face in his hands, and finally pulled away. His earnest brown eyes stared deeply into mine. 

"Son," he breathed softly, panting "if we do this, there's no going back. Are you sure you want this?"

I gently brushed his cheeks with my fingertips, feeling the short stubble there. 

"Daddy, I've wanted this for years." I murmured, pressing my lips against his, in a short, tender peck. He smiled, the right corner of his mouth pulling up. 

"Me too." He admitted sheepishly. "I love you, son." 

We kissed again. Both of us were filled with an urgency, a disparity, as though we had no time, though we had all the time in the world now. His lips moved to my neck, and I tilted my head back, softly whimpering as he sucked and nibbled the sensitive skin there. 

My father's hands gripped my thin white t-shirt and eagerly pulled it over my head. He threw it onto the floor with a growl. His hands ravaged my chest, hips and stomach, feeling every inch of my exposed flesh. I felt powerless against him, but I loved it. I wanted to give everything I had to him. 

I pulled his shirt off gently, dropping it carelessly to the floor. My hands moved along his body. He was so deliciously warm. My fingers curled softly in his chest hair, and he let out a soft groan against my neck. 

We pulled each other closer, our bodies nearly flush. I let my hands trail down his chest, feeling his sculpted body, my cock aching for release. When I reached his jeans I undid the button eagerly and pulled down the zipper. My father finished the job for me, pulling down both his jeans and his boxers quickly, and kicking them off. 

I gently took his hard prick in my hand, stroking the length. My breath caught.

"Jesus, Daddy." I breathed, looking down at his impressive cock. It was at least 9 inches, and fairly thick. I swallowed, my eyes widening in surprise. My father chuckled. 

"What's the matter son? You see dicks this big at work, don't you?" He asked. He was right, I did. I just assumed those were reserved for, I dunno know, porn stars and strippers, not site managers. I had no idea how this would fit into my unused asshole.  

"Does it make you nervous, son?" He asked gently, taking my chin in his hand and looking into my eyes. I nodded slowly. "Do you want to stop?" I shook my head. 

"Daddy'll be gentle." He cooed, pressing his lips tenderly against mine. He had always taken good care of me. I trusted him. 

I slid off the table, so I was standing in front of him. I unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying my hips a little so they fell to the floor. My boxers went with them. 

I was completely exposed to my father, as he was to me. His hand gripped my cock, and he stroked me slowly. I could already feel the pressure begin to build in the pit of my stomach, just being this close to him. My eyes fluttered closed. 

"That feels good, Daddy." I moaned softly, my arms locking behind his neck. His lips moved to the crook of my neck and he kissed me gently. 

"Don't be nervous now, son. Daddy's going to make you feel so good." He murmured. His hands moved to my ass, and he squeezed it, my cock jumped in excitement. My prick was rock hard, and aching. I needed him to make love to me, I needed him to do it now.  

"Turn around for me, son." He said, pulling away to look at me. I nodded up at him, and turned, resting my hands on the table top. 

"God, you're beautiful, son." He breathed, gripping my bottom again. His cock slid between the crack of my ass, teasing me. I shuddered against him, backing up slightly. 

I heard him spit, then I felt his wet fingers gently rub my asshole. I whimpered, my breath hitching. 

"If it hurts, you just tell Daddy to stop, okay son?" He said, pressing his middle finger against my hole. I nodded, biting my bottom lip. I wasn't going to stop him, I didn't care how much it hurt, I wouldn't stop him. 

His finger entered my ass, probably up to the first knuckle. I groaned at the invasion, my back arching. I breathed slowly through my mouth, willing my body to relax, to let him enter me. 

"Good boy." He said softly, pushing more of his finger into me. My toes curled against the hardwood floor, I hissed in pain. He slowly began thrusting his finger in and out of me, stretching my hole. My ass clenched around his finger, holding him inside of me. 

His finger ran past the sensitive nub inside of me, and I moaned loudly, my back arching again, this time in pleasure. 

"Do it again, Daddy." I whimpered. He chuckled softly behind me, stroking my prostate again. My fingers pressed firmly against the table, while I whimpered with pleasure. 




Daddy's Birthday



"More, Daddy. I can take more." 

His index finger pushed into my hole. My hole tightened with pain, but I kept from crying out again. He scissored his fingers slowly inside of me, while I exhaled shakily. My father's free hand moved lovingly over my back, calming me. 

Again, my dad continued to rub my prostate. My dick was begging for attention, but I didn't dare stroke it. If I did, there was no way I'd last until he was even inside of me. 

"You're being such a good boy, you're making Daddy so proud." He murmured, his fingers pulling all the way out of me. I whined at the loss, but quickly quieted when I felt his hard member pressing at my tight entrance. I sucked in a deep breath. 

"Don't worry, son, Daddy will go slow." 

His cockhead slowly pushed into my asshole. I groaned loudly as he entered my virgin hole. His hand rested on my back to settle me. 

"It's okay, son, Daddy's got you." He murmured quietly. He was moving slowly, tenderly, as he pushed more of his length inside me, going inch by inch as my body tried to adjust to his impressive prick. 

Even as gentle as he was going though, I felt like I was splitting in two. My entire body felt like it was on fire, as waves of pain shot up my spine. My breathing was rapid and heavy, I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My father's hands ran soothingly over my body, and I tried desperately to relax. I bit my lip hard, I wasn't going to let him stop. I'd wanted this for years, I wouldn't back out now. 

My father moved out of me, before gradually filling me with his dick once more. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, he'd fill me with more of his length, until I was taking all 9 inches of him. I sunk lower onto the table, resting on my elbows.

With every pump into me, I felt a tiny amount of pleasure mixed with the pain. With every thrust the pleasure seemed to grow and the pain seemed to dissipate. And then, it seemed so sudden, he pushed into me and my entire body seemed to radiate only from pleasure, my asshole finally accepting all of him, gripping his cock greedily. 

"Oh, Daddy." I breathed as the surprising pleasure filled me. 

"Is it starting to feel good, Ty?" He asked, his hands moving to grip my waist. I let out a loud moan in response, as he pushed all the way inside of me again. 

He picked up the pace, pumping into me at a steady rhythm. I moaned with every thrust, backing my ass up slightly to meet him part way. My toes curled again, this time with pleasure, as I began to feel my orgasm mounting in my stomach once more. 

"Oh, Daddy, please more, please, please more." I whimpered like a little whore, begging him for all he could give me. 

My father picked up speed, slamming his cock roughly into my asshole. His balls slapped against my ass, and he began to moan too, matching me in volume. We were both so uninhibited, our bodies filling with need for each other, as both of us finally had what we'd been craving for so long. 

"Yes, yes, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your little boy!" I cried as he screwed me on the dining room table. I began desperately stroking my cock, using the copious amount of pre-cum as lube. But Daddy quickly grabbed my arms and held them firmly behind my back.

"That's Daddy's job, son. From now on, only Daddy gets to make you cum." He growled, pulling me up so my back was against his chest. His cock still pumped quickly into my asshole, while his arm locked around my torso, making me immobile. His other hand rapidly began stroking my cock. 

"Please, Daddy, you're going to make me cum." I moaned. My balls began to tighten, my toes curled, my hands fisted. 

"That's it, son, cum for Daddy." He said gruffly in my ear. 

My breath caught in my throat for half a second, before I let out a loud, long moan of pleasure. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me as my orgasm overtook me. I shuddered against my father's body, my hands gripped his arm, my nails dug into his flesh. Thick ropes of cum shot onto the dining table as my father milked me for my load. 

"Fuck, yes, son!" My father groaned, as his orgasm tore through his beautiful body. I felt hot waves of cum fill my hole, as he pumped his seed deep inside of me. His body quivered against mine, and he slowly released my cock as our orgasms died. Finally, he pulled his dick out of my sore asshole. His jizz ran slowly down my leg. 

He wrapped both of his arms around me, holding my body against his. 

"That was the second best birthday present I've ever been given son." He said quietly, his fingers dancing up my stomach. I sagged against him. 

"What's the first?" I asked. He kissed my neck. 

"The best present I've ever received was you, twenty years ago."



Daddy's Birthday Gift to Me



All participants are over age 18.

*****

Daddy,

The other night, you asked me what I want for my Birthday this year. I told you then that I didn't know, but really, I do know what I want and I am embarrassed to ask for it. I know it seems silly to be embarrassed in front of you, after all that we've done together - all the fucking and love-making and intimacy we've shared the past few years - but I'm not sure how you'll react, so I decided to write you a letter instead of telling you in person. You always give me such lavish gifts, like sexy lingerie or a night on the town together, and I love them very much! This year, since you asked, I have a very different request...

I know that you love me and don't want to share me. I don't want to share you either, and I so appreciate you committing to me like you have - not dating other women, asking me to be with you when you watch pornography and masturbate, protecting me and giving me your love... I love you so much, Daddy, and I can't imagine having another man in my life. You are my everything.

So, here is my request: for my Birthday, I want to share US. I want to invite a girl to be with us. I have never experienced intimacy with another woman, but I have wanted to for many years. I even have an idea of who I want to invite to be with us - she is a waitress at a local restaurant, a few years younger than me, and very cute. I don't know if she would say yes or not, but if you agree, I would like to ask her to join us for a night.

Daddy, I am nervous that you will say no because you don't want to share me. I am also nervous that I will get jealous while she is there and my heart will ache, but I love you so much and have pictured this for such a long time... I know that you will stay within any boundaries that we set, and that we will not love each other any less when it is done, no matter what happens. I want to try this with you, and I hope you will say yes.

I would like to invite her to our house, and take her to your bedroom. My favorite thing about you is how you instruct me, talk to me, tell me what to do, and allow me to be quiet and shy and play innocent when we are in your room... I would like you to instruct us, Daddy. I would like you to bring your comfy chair to the bedroom so you can sit near the bed and tell us what to do. I think you should take her hand and walk her to the bed, so she has a little contact with you. I want to sit beside her on the end of the bed and await your instructions. (My heart is beating faster just writing this letter - I am smiling because I know you will laugh when you read this. You have a fantastic laugh!)

I want you to tell us what to do, like to hug, kiss, touch and undress each other. I know she and I will both be nervous, so it will be good for you to help us along. I hope you will call her by name, and not use any of the special names you have for me - good girl, princess, special girl, baby, child... I think that would keep me from getting jealous. You can also touch us and help us move our arms or bodies into better positions, and I will want you to touch her... This is what I have imagined:

I would like to start by giving her a hug, so we can try to calm each others' nerves. When we break the hug I would keep my arms around her for our first kiss. I think a long, gentle kiss would be nice. During the kiss you tell us to run our hands through each others' hair, and to kiss again. Her hair is short like mine. She will probably be shy, so you will instruct me to touch her first. While we are kissing you tell me to touch her breasts through her shirt. She will pull away slightly, but I will kiss her more gently so she knows it is safe. You tell her to rub her hands up and down my thighs, because you know how quickly that turns me on.

Next you will tell me to take off her shirt and play with her breasts. If she has buttons or a zipper I will slide it off her shoulders, but if not I will break the kiss long enough to pull it up over her head, and then I will keep kissing her while I start to caress her beautiful breasts through her bra. I will rub my hands up and down, massaging her nipples each way, covering the cool exposed flesh at the top, and cupping their weight in palms at the bottom. Her breasts are smaller than mine, but round enough to fill my hands. She will probably start to moan, like I do when you rub my chest. You reach over to take my shirt off over my head, and tell her to play with my breasts the same way. I will move my hands to her thighs so she can reach me, and I will lean in to let her know that she can be forceful with her hands.

Now I am hoping you will play with us... I would like you to tell us to stand up, and when we do, I want you to take our pants off. You can start with me, so she knows what is happening. You can press your body against me while you slowly undo the hook and let my pants fall to the floor. Your hands will slide over my hips and my belly, and hopefully around to my bum! Then move on to her and do the same. You can stand with her a little longer; you can tell her how pretty she looks, and tell her you know she will have fun. Then you tell us to hug again; this time our almost-naked bodies will be touching, and we will be nervous, but also very excited!

Then you can pull back the duvet and the warm sheets and tell us to lay down together and kiss while you undress. When you are naked, you climb into bed with us. You sit beside me on your knees so you can see both of us, and begin to rub your cock. (Ohhhh Daddy, you know how much I love to watch you masturbate... I am afraid I might stop playing with her to play with you instead!) You tell us to take off our bras. We each reach back to unhook them, slide them over our shoulders, and toss them to the floor. You tell her to roll onto her back, and tell me to suck on her nipples. I move in beside her, and since we are both very nervous now, I look into her eyes and smile. We both let out a giggle before I dip my head onto her breasts.

I want to nibble on her round, pink, stiff nipples but I know they will be sensitive, so instead, one at a time I will put them into my warm mouth and slowly move my tongue around them. You will encourage me, asking if they taste nice in my mouth, and telling me to swirl my tongue around them, then to suck gently. While I am suckling her breasts, you tell her to slip her palm under my pussy and slowly rub it back and forth on the crotch of my panties. She will probably be nervous, so you might need to take her hand and guide her. I will hear you whisper to her, "Can you feel the wetness?" I imagine her eyes will be closed and she will moan in response; I think that will make me even wetter! Then I will feel your hand on my arm, sliding it toward her panties, telling me to rub her pussy through her panties. I will hear you moan, watching two girls stroking each other in front of you. You lift my head from her nipples to kiss me, then you tell her to lift her bum, and tell me to take her panties off. 

I need you to show me how to lick a girl's pussy, Daddy. You spend a lot of time with my pussy, exploring it, touching it, licking it... You are definitely an expert! I want to make her feel as good as you make me feel, but I don't know where to begin. I have seen girls lick each other in porn videos, but now I want to watch you please our girl, and help me please her, too.

You move off the bed from behind me and walk around to the end, then climb up so you are facing her pussy. You tell me to lay back down beside her and to caress and kiss her while you work. You lock eyes with me and ask, "Are you sure?" I slowly nod my head, reminding myself that I asked for this. You dip your head down, still looking at me, and tell me to hold her. I wrap my arm behind her shoulders and lay my other hand on her stomach, watching you drop between her thighs. You part her legs and stick out your tongue, moving forward and pressing it onto her pussy lips. She flinches and moans, and I instinctively pull her close to me. I start to kiss her pretty lips and she moans into my mouth. She continues to wriggle and moan as you lick her, dipping your tongue in and out of her wet cunt.

You stop licking long enough to tell me to suck her nipples again. You push her thighs further apart and continue to lick while I place my warm mouth back onto her breasts. She is moaning louder now, but unable to squirm much with my weight on her upper body and your strong hands on her thighs. For minutes we pleasure her together, her breath quickening and her moans increasing in volume. You lift your head and she quiets; you tug my arm and tell me it's my turn. I grin at you and shift my body so I am looking at her pussy; you moved to the side but have now almost rolled on top of me so we can both see. You can sense my nervousness, so you put one hand on the small of my back and the other hand on the back of my head to gently push me toward her pussy lips. "Lick that pussy, my special girl..."

I kiss her pussy, not quite ready to lick. Her lips are puffy and pink, warm from you pleasuring her. She wriggles as I kiss her, encouraging me to continue. She needs a release, I know, but I am still nervous. I look up into your eyes, nervous, needing you to make me feel safe. You look into my eyes and whisper, "Lick her pussy with your tongue, child... There, that's it... Lick it slowly. Good girl..." I am caressing her warm pussy with my tongue, slipping it up and down the valleys between her lips and her hole. You continue to encourage me: "Princess, you look so sexy with your mouth on a pussy... Keep licking it, she likes what you're doing. Dip your tongue into her hole. That's it, good girl... Yessss princess, moan for Daddy..."

She is squirming and moaning loudly, sliding her fingers down to part her pussy lips for me. I know she wants to cum, and I know what I want to do next. Without instruction I focus my tongue on her clit, and I slip my right middle finger into her warm pussy. I move it in slowly and feel her clench it along the way. I start to move my hand in and out, thinking about how hard I cum when you finger me, trying to match the movements and rhythms, while I slowly circle her clit with my tongue. I hear you groaning and kissing, grabbing your cock tightly and stroking as I lick. It makes me smile, and I start to move faster in and out of her.

A minute later she tenses and presses her body hard into the bed. I keep my finger still and rest my tongue on her lips, feeling her spasms while she enjoys her orgasm. When she relaxes I remove my finger and tongue and slide backwards on the bed. You slip your hand down to my bum, slowly caressing to let me know I have done a good job. We both look up at her and she flushes with embarrassment, but smiles and whispers "thank you."

Daddy, this is where I think you will hesitate to go along with the plan... I want you to fuck her. I don't want you to command her or instruct her like you do when we fuck, but I want to see you lying on your back with her sitting on top of you. I want you to pump your hips up and down so your cock is slamming into her. I will watch you, and maybe lay in between your legs so I can see her pussy lips spread with your cock between them. As jealous as I am, there is something intriguing about you fucking her while I watch...

You will lie on your back and I will tell her to sit on top of you, facing away. You will have your hard cock in your hands to help guide it inside of her warm pussy, now swollen from her orgasm. You will put your hands onto her hips and help her move up and down to fuck you. I will watch quietly, Daddy, and occasionally you will look over at me and see me staring at her face and her breasts, pinching my nipples to release some tension. I will hear your thighs slapping against her bum, and I will listen for her little whimpers. I move in front of you both, laying forward on my knees to put my face near your sex. I will watch her pussy expand and drip over your cock. Her pussy will spasm and clench your cock, bringing you closer to cumming.

When you are close to cumming, you will lift her hips up and move her off of your cock. I will move back to the side of the bed to watch your purple head explode for us. I love to watch your fist work up and down your hard cock... Your hot cum will spurt out as you throw your head back, and it will land on her back, dribbling down to the top of her bum. You will grunt and gasp for air while you cum; while you finish she will finger her clit to finish another orgasm you gave to her. You will both relax your muscles, tired and satisfied.

After you cum, I want to kiss you, so we reconnect after you've fucked her. While you sit up and regain your composure, I will go get towels from your bathroom for you both to clean up. You can wipe the cum off of her back while I gather her clothes for her. You can make small talk, but I think I will be jealous while you sit naked together on the bed. I will hand her her clothes so she can get dressed, and I will throw on the shirt you had been wearing when we started. When she is dressed, I will take her hand and help her off the bed. You will turn and say goodnight, then I will walk her to the door. I will thank her and kiss her goodbye, and when she has made it to her car I will come back to your bedroom.

I haven't cum yet, and since it is my Birthday, after all... (I think you probably laughed at that line!) I hope you will invite me to stay in your bed, and you will lift your shirt off of me before I climb under the covers. I would like to lie facing you so you can caress my face and kiss me gently while you talk to me, as I have returned to my quiet, naive, innocent status. My pussy will likely be dripping from the evening we've had. I would like you to kiss me hard and deep while you masturbate me with your fingers, and ask me if I had fun with her. I hope you will tell me how beautiful it was to see me with her, and tell me that I am your good girl, and your special girl, and instruct me to cum for you. I also hope you will ask me to spend the night with you in your bed, and cradle me in your arms for the night.

Thank you, Daddy... I know that you will accept my request because you love me and hardly ever say no to me. I cannot wait to share this experience with you. You own my heart, mind, body and soul. I love you, Daddy!



Daddy's Birthday Girl



It was four in the morning and I couldn't sleep, so I made my way to the den, turned on the big screen TV and popped in a porn. I knew that would do the trick. I'd get off and then go to bed. I had the house all to myself that night, what with Vicki working her regular night shift and Lacy out until god knows what hour. My wife is a nurse, and her daughter Lacy had headed out a few hours before with friends to celebrate her twenty first birthday. 

I was sitting in my boxers, just thinking about pulling my cock out, when I heard a noise behind me. Before I could even reach for the remote, she was standing in front of me. It was my step-daughter, Lacy. She was wearing tall black boots, a very short skirt, much shorter than anything her mom would have let her out of the house in and only a black bra under her leather jacket. 

"You need some help with that?" She giggled and sounded a little drunk as she stared right at my crotch.

I froze, except for my cock which was still growing, creating an increasingly noticeable tent in my boxers. There was no denying that I liked the way she looked. 

When I had married her mother, Lacy was just sixteen and a total tomboy. She was flat as a board and she always dressed like a boy. You could hardly tell she was a girl. I guess you would call her a late bloomer, because in the last couple of years she really blossomed. Her long legs swelled perfectly into a pair of muscular thighs and full hips. She also had a nice round ass that was so perky I had been having quite a hard time ignoring it. It didn't help at all that she often liked to run around the house in only panties and a t-shirt. During the last few months, I had actually begun to think that she might be trying to tease me, but I had told myself that couldn't be. Nevertheless, here she was in front of me, apparently offering to help me with my hard cock. 

Lacy stripped her jacket off and let it fall to the floor. Her tits looked like they wanted to burst out of her little black bra. I certainly hoped they would. 

"You know Daddy, it's my birthday and you haven't given me any spankings, yet." She turned her back to me, reached up her skirt and slid her black panties down, letting them fall around the ankles of her boots. Then she bent over giving me an amazing view. 

My cock jumped at the sight and ordered me to get up, but I remained immobile. I was still confused about what was actually happening. 

She turned back to face me. She lowered herself to the floor and began crawling towards me on her hands and knees. When she got to me I just stared dumbly, but that didn't deter her. She reached into my boxers. She stroked it for a moment and then pulled out my engorged cock, slipping the elastic of my shorts under my balls. 

"Oh my Daddy, what a big cock you have." She had a wide eyed look of excitement in her eyes.

Normally, she didn't call me Daddy, just Jim, but I admit I kind of liked the sound of it under the circumstances.

Taking it in her hand she began a strange ritual of rubbing my cock all over her face. First she rubbed it on her soft cheeks, then against her forehead, across each of her closed eyelids, tickling the head of it with her eyelashes and then she teased it back and forth against her freshly glossed red lips. She kissed the head, stuck her tongue out and began to lick a trail down the bottom of the shaft to my tight balls. She tickled their wrinkled flesh with her fingernails and then began licking and sucking at them. Then she gently took each ball, one after the other into her hot wet mouth. I wondered where she had learned that.

She licked her way back up my cock and finally opened her lips, letting just the head slip in. She swirled her tongue around the head for a few minutes and then lowered her mouth onto the shaft, taking as much of my fat cock in as possible. She wrapped a hand around the base and began stroking slowly up and down, matching the rhythm of her mouth. When I put my hands on the back of her head she didn't fight me like her mother sometimes did. She let me fuck the back of her throat for a few moments. Fearful I might blow too soon, inside all that soft wetness, I pulled back. 

Kneeling in front of me, she slid each of her bra straps off and unhooked her bra in the back, releasing her beautiful pale breasts. I already had a sense of what they might look like, from my many glimpses through thin t-shirts, but her small nipples were the palest pink blush on her white skin. I immediately wanted to put my mouth on them. She leaned against me and wrapped her tits around my cock. They were big enough to engulf it almost completely. She smiled and stroked my cock between her soft tits a few times, before she stood up. 

Standing right in front of me, she unsnapped her little skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was clean shaven, except for a small patch of blond hairs right at the top of her slit. Her pussy reminded me of a cut peach and I wanted a bite. 

"You like my pussy don't you Daddy?" She was looking at my cock again, which seemed impossibly huge at that point.

I nodded yes, still not totally sure where we were headed, but getting a pretty good idea. 

"Can I sit on your lap Daddy?" She twisted a curl of her blond hair and gave me a mischievous smile.

I nodded again, but she was already turning around, bending over and climbing into my lap.

"Oh my, this big thing is getting in my way." She squirmed against my dick, pretending to be trying to take an actual seat in my lap. "Here let me see what I can do." She reached between her legs taking hold of my cock and guiding it to the entrance of her wet slit. Then she slowly let it push into her as she lowered herself onto my lap.

I could tell it was a bit bigger than she was used to by the little noises she made and the way she struggled to get it all the way in, but she was a good girl. She didn't give up until I could feel the cheeks of her ass resting on my thighs. I swept her hair off her shoulder and kissed the back of her neck as I began to pump up into her. She leaned back against me and I reached around taking each round breast into my hands, pinching and twisting her already rock hard nipples. She moaned. I slipped a hand down over the swell of her belly, to her downy patch of blond and slid my fingers into her damp crevice. 

Finding her hard little clit I began rubbing small little circles with my fingertips. She let out a whimper and I felt her tighten around my dick. I stepped up the pace of my fingers on her little nub and my thrusts up into her increasingly wet slit. Suddenly her pussy clamped down on my dick and she began to scream. I thought for a moment I had hurt her and then I realized my little girl was a screamer. 

I felt her gush, her cum dripping all over me and onto the carpeted floor and then she relaxed like a rag doll in my lap. I began pumping harder up into her hot twat. She was so slick and open at that point that I could hardly take it another second. Soon I was exploding inside of her, filling her up with my hot load and then to my disbelief she started to scream again. I felt her squeezing my cock again, milking every ounce of jizz out of me as I finished pumping up into her. 

****

I am a little embarrassed to admit it, but my sex life with my wife really picked up after that night. Vicki seemed very pleased with the increase in sex. I was glad she didn't ask too many questions, but the truth was I couldn't stop thinking about Lacy. I tried to play it cool around Lacy, just being thankful for the one night we had together. Honestly I worried a bit about whether she had been drunker than I realized and had forgotten what we did. She sure did a good job of acting like nothing had happened. Of course I was glad nothing changed, but it did make me wonder.

Vicki had the night shift three nights a week, which left Lacy and I with plenty of opportunity for a repeat evening, but nothing happened at least for a while. She usually went out with her friends before her mom left or stayed in her room with the door shut. I just couldn't see knocking on her door. A couple of times I heard her come home late at night, but by the whispers and giggles in the hall I knew she wasn't alone. Sometimes I was pretty sure I even heard boys voices which I knew her mom would totally freak out about, but I wasn't about to say anything. I figured Lacy knew that.

I couldn't help but wonder if Lacy did remember what happened between us and if so if she might have been up to some sort of power play with me. She was twenty one now and yet she didn't seem to have any plans to move out or support herself. Of course her mom wasn't in any hurry to see her baby girl go, but until that night in the den I had actually been looking forward to her moving out. 

I was asleep the next time she came to me. I had gone to bed already, but I heard her come home. There was the quiet creek of the door from the garage, more than one pair of footsteps in the hall and the low whispers of her voice and definitely a man's going into her bedroom. Soon after, I turned the fan up for white noise and went to sleep. I was awakened a couple of hours later by someone crawling into bed with me. At first I assumed it was Vicki home from her shift, but it was still dark out. She curled up naked behind me and as she snaked a hand into my shorts I knew it was Lacy. I could smell him on her, whoever the voice in the hall had belonged to. 

She smelled like cigarettes. I knew she didn't smoke. I could also smell cologne and his sweat on her. My cock in her soft little hand didn't seem to care and soon neither did I. She crawled under the sheets and pulled my boxers off. She was invisible to me, in the darkness and under the sheets, but soon I felt her hot mouth on my cock. God how I loved the way she could suck a dick, the way she used her hand and mouth in unison, leaving no part of it unloved. I wished for a moment that she could teach her mother the same skill. 

Apparently satisfied with how hard she had me, she slithered up my body, stood up, hovering over me for a moment and then began to squat, lowering herself onto my exceedingly erect cock. She was very open and wet. I tried not to think about why, but when I did it actually got me hotter. Her pussy felt like molten velvet surrounding my cock and it had no trouble swallowing all of me rather quickly. She leaned over me, so that her breasts hung in front of my face and her hard little nipples bounced against my lips. I licked and bit at them each time they came close. 

She leaned down on top of me, resting her head on my shoulder. No longer content with letting her be in charge, I pulled her down against me and thrust hard up into her sloppy cunt. Then I flipped her over and shoved her extremely limber legs over her head. For a moment I was reminded of all the money Vicki and I had put out for Lacy's gymnastics lessons several years before. At the time I had thought it was a big waste of money, little did I realize how much I might directly benefit. With both hands pressing her legs down to the bed, I felt like I was practically splitting her in two, I couldn't believe how deep I was into her. And then my little angel started to scream. I loved that sound. She screamed and shook. She reached out and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me into her, practically forcing me to slam harder and deeper, until her screams turned to laughter. 

"God that feels so fucking good Daddy!" She had a huge smile on her face. "Nobody makes me feel that good."

I could see her teeth gleaming in the early morning light, which was beginning to peek through the blinds. I wished I could turn the light on and take her in more fully, but there was no time for such things.

She was gushing now, even more than before and I felt my own pressure building inside. She clung to me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pressed her face against my chest. I pumped only a few more times into her and blew my wad so hard that it felt like I hadn't cum since that first time with her.

Lacy was in my arms when I fell asleep, so you can imagine my surprise when I woke up to Vicki crawling into bed and sliding up against me. Fortunately Lacy had slipped away.

"Oh my, you're poking me in the back. I believe you have what they call morning wood." She turned around to face me.

When she started to put her head under the covers I stopped her, not wanting her to taste Lacy on me. This surprised her, because it was very unlike me to refuse a blow job, but I distracted her by flipping her onto her back.

"Oh Jim!" Vicki laid back and opened her legs.

I slid between them and pushed my cock into her. Thinking of a couple of hours before with Lacy, I only had to pump a few times before I came and practically feel asleep on top of her. I didn't want to be that way with her, but I was fucking exhausted. 

****

Lacy became more and more brazen as the months went by. She would wear her regular t-shirt, panties and socks around the house, but intentionally bend way over right in front of me to grab something out of the bottom drawer of the fridge. Or she would be fully dressed except she wouldn't wear any panties. When Vicki's head was turned she would open her legs wide giving me a good look at what I couldn't touch. It was excruciating and thrilling at the same time. 

When Vicki ran to the store for coffee one morning, Lacy came into the kitchen. She deftly pulled my cock out of my boxers, dropped to her knees and sucked it until we heard the garage door opening. She didn't finish me, so I was forced to spend an extended period in the shower after breakfast remedying the situation. 

Another time when Vicki was gardening in the back yard, I found Lacy in the laundry room. She didn't hear me, so just I watched her for a few moments as she leaned over to pull the wet clothes out of the washer and bent down to shove them into the dryer. She had flashed me at lunch, spreading her legs and showing me her shaved pink slit, while Vicki's back was turned plating our sandwiches. So I knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. I pulled out my cock and gave it a tug. It was already hard. I rubbed some spit on the tip of it and then made my move. Within seconds I was into her, bending her over the vibrating dryer.

"Oh Daddy, yes finally!" She squealed.

I covered her mouth quickly not knowing for sure if her mother was close enough to hear her, especially considering how loud Lacy could be. 

I knew we had to make it fast. I reached around and started fingering her little nub fast and hard. I slammed up into her with so much force that I was lifting her off the ground. I looked down and watched the dirty little soles of her feet flail around. I couldn't think of a single part of her that wasn't beautiful. 

I felt her pussy begin to grip my cock. I tightened my hand over her mouth, knowing that a loud scream would be next. As her pussy began to pour down my thighs and her mouth opened and shut in a muted scream, I started to cum too. I pushed deep into her cunt as it massaged every last drop of jizz out of me. 

We heard the back screen door swing open and shut. Lacy looked at me wide eyed. I pulled out of her, shoved my dick back in my pants and dashed through the door into the garage. Only moments later I heard Vicki's voice on the other side of the door talking to Lacy, praising her for finally helping out around the house. Before Vicki made it out to the garage I had the hood of my car popped and was looking inside.

"Hey Hon, something wrong with the car?" Vicki came up behind me. 

"Just making sure all the fluids are good." I wasn't really a car guy, but women always seemed to think guys know what they are talking about when it comes to cars.

"You look so manly there working on the car." She ran her hands over my back and shoulders and then wrapped her arms around me.

What was it with these two women I thought, always wanting sex on the same day? I wondered if maybe it had something to do with the moon. I knew I wasn't quite ready for another round. Not just yet, but I knew when Vicki was horny I would be finding myself inside her soon.



Daddy's Birthday Girl



I was just getting to work when I sent a text to my daughter.

'Happy birthday baby girl' I smiled down at my screen. My little girl just turned 18 today and she looks just like her mother before she died. Curves all in the right places, blond hair that shimmers and big blue eyes behind black frames. 

Work in the morning went by in a blur. Many of my coworker kept coming by my cubicle saying, 

"Hey Tim. Tell your little girl I said happy birthday for me." Or something like, 

"I'll be by tomorrow for the party, save me a plate of birthday cake." I loved my job. I just hated the people I worked with. I leaned back in my chair and laced my fingers behind my head. I looked at the clock. Cara should be getting back from her run right about now. 

She would take off her running clothes to go take a shower. 

I caught her in the shower once I got home. She was washing her long toned legs. She had one foot on the edge of the tub massaging her calf with her soapy fingers. She had her back towards me so I could see her shapely ass. I had felt my cock grow hard in my sleep pants, I rubbed myself through the material. I moved away from the door when she turned around to wash her other leg. I walked back to my own bedroom. I shut the door and walked over to my bed. 

I pulled my pants down, turned back the blanket and climbed in. I reached over to open my nightstand drawer. I pulled out a roll of condoms and tore one off the row. I ripped it open and rolled it to the base of my cock. I held the bottom of the condom to my dick and started to stroke myself with my other hand. Fuck this felt good. I closed my eyes and saw Cara. I saw the water running down from her hair over her back and down the crack of her ass. I bit my lip and let my imagination go further. She bent over and reached up between her legs. The water was still running down her ass and now up her arm as she was rubbing her clit. With her other hand she held onto the wall of the shower, holding herself up so she doesn't fall. The next thing I know; my imagination took a left turn. I saw her on her knees with my cock in her hand looking up at me with her glasses on. 

"Daddy I love your dick." I bit my lip harder and stroked myself even harder. 

"Baby girl what are you doing?" She smiled up at me while she slowly put her mouth to the tip of my cock. I saw that there was no condom on me and I groaned. I watched as she sucked me in her mouth. She took all of me into her mouth and silently gagged a little bit when she reached the base. When she pulled back almost to the tip, her cheeks caved in and I almost came right there. She pulled back completely and jerked me while she looked up at me. 

"Daddy will you fuck your little girl? Please daddy?" Oh fuck! I couldn't hold it in any longer and shot my load all over her face. It went in her freshly washed hair, over her black framed glasses and over her tongue ring. I didn't want her to have it at first but now it felt so amazing on the underside of my dick. 

I opened my eyes and looked down. My spent cock laid in the condom full of my own jizz. I took the condom off, tied off the opening and tossed it in the trash bin next to my nightstand. I took a tissue from the box and cleaned myself up a little bit. I laid back against the pillows after I turned the light off. My beautiful daughter was sleeping next door in her bed. She slept in the same positon every night. On her side with her right leg bent by the knee and her hugging her pillow. I hissed through my teeth when I thought about her sleeping like that. 

I got up and put my pants back on. I tiptoed out my door and walked the couple feet to Cara's room. Her door was slightly ajar so I just pushed it open all the way gently not to disturb her. Her bedside lamp was still on and I looked over at her. The blanket was pushed down over her legs so everything from her thighs up were exposed. She was wearing those cute little red boyshort panties that said 'New York' over her ass cheeks and a black camisole. I loved her in those panties. I catch myself watching her breathe and sometimes shuffle to get comfortable. I start to get hard instantly again. I reach down and rub myself through my pants. I take a step forward, then another until I'm next to her bed. I swiftly take my pants off and bared my cock to the cold air. She sniffled and I stiffened in more ways than one. I gripped my nut sack in my hand and massaged it. She flipped over on her back and her camisole rose up a little bit. I reached my hands out and traced the top of her panties from one side of her hips to the other. I ached to run my tongue over the same path my fingers took. I gently pushed my fingers underneath her waistband and started to pull them down her legs, stopping every so often to make sure she was still sleeping. Once they were all the way off I ran my hands up and down her legs from her hips to the tips of her toes. 

She moaned and bit her sleep. I ran my hand up the inside her thigh and traced her slit. I stopped and made sure she wasn't disturbed. I pushed my finger a little bit deeper and brushed against the tip of her clit. She moaned again. I pressed my finger all the way inside her and felt her pussy dampen drastically. I moved it in and out of her and sure she wasn't going to wake up, I got up on the bed being as careful as I could be. I put her legs on either side of me and gently pulled her down by the tops of her thighs. The tip of my cock rubbed against her slit. I ground my hips against her clit. I moved my thumb up and down her little button while I inched my way into her pussy. I was bottomed out when I felt a change in her. I looked up from where we were joined and saw that Cara was awake. 

"Oh daddy that feels so good. Please don't stop." Her little voice just confirmed what I was dreaming of. I moved my hips back and forth so that I was fucking my little girl. 

"Baby girl, your pussy is so fucking tight." She arched her slender back. I pounded her tight pussy harder, making sure I bottomed out and ground my pelvis against her clit. She cried out. 

"I always knew that you'd be my first daddy." Her confession made me go harder and deeper. I was my own daughter's first. I groaned as I flipped us over so I'm on my back. I guess my daughter watches a lot of porn because she knew what to do right away. She swayed her hips and rode my cock just right. 

"Slow down baby girl or else I'm going to explode." She just grinned and placed her hands on my chest and went faster. 

"That's what I want daddy." She leaned down and whispered in my ear. 

"I want you to make me pregnant." I came right then and there. I shoved myself deeper inside my little girl and shot my load into her. After I was done, I felt my cock being milked by her pussy walls. She laid her head down on my chest and tried to regain her strength. I just wrapped my arms around her and traced patterns over her creamy back. My cock twitched inside her ready to go for round two.



Daddy's Birthday Present



Both parties in this story are of legal age and are in no way related. They live in the Dom/Daddy and sub/babygirl role in their relationship.

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You and I have been seeing each other again in a "vanilla" relationship for a short time, but exclusive like we have been looking forward to for years. We continue to talk and research the lifestyle that we hope to step back into some day. The researching and talking always leads to amazing love making which is always satisfying, but we know something is missing. Something we had experienced before and longed for again. I decide that I am ready to finally take that step. I remember the day that we talked about how you would know I was ready...when I told you that I would tell you, you made the statement that I should show you.

I decide that this will be the perfect birthday present, so for the few days leading up to your birthday, I make all the preparations I can during the daytime while you are at work. I go to the "toy" store to get the basics that I know you will want to use, leaving the more intense gear for you to pick out when we go shopping together. My purchases include a blindfold, nipple clamps, ropes and a flogger...the kind we talked about with all the suede tails on it. Already in our small collection are vibrators and a few anal toys/plugs. This will be enough for now to get us through the weekend ahead. 

Although I know that you prefer me in no clothes in this world, I found something that I know will make you happy. We have talked in the past about me being collared someday, but since that much anticipated day hasn't happened yet, I find an "outfit" that will serve you well with your requirements. A simple leather harness that circles my body under by breasts and at the neck with one leather strap between my breasts that connects the two. It is adorned with a ring at the neck. The black leather and rhinestone studded leash will go well hooked to that ring. 

The big day finally arrives. I have all the toys wrapped in a box and waiting on the bed, and give myself plenty of time to get myself ready. I start with a shower and ensure that my skin is all soft and smooth for you. I am completely shaved and ready for you. I can't help from being so wet with arousal with the thoughts of how you will react to your surprise. 

I want so badly to take care of my own needs right now, but know that is to be saved for you and you only, unless you give me permission. Since I completely want to please you, I refrain from finding my own release. I continue with getting ready, make-up done, hair pulled back and then put on the harness and. I walk around the house for a bit to get used to the feel of my new "clothes". 

Since you think we are going to dinner for your birthday, you call and tell me that you are leaving work and will just need to jump in the shower and change before we leave. In reality, I have dinner already prepared and in the fridge so that it just needs to go in the oven when, and if, we ever got around to eating. With your call, I know that I have about 30 minutes before you get home, so I take care of the last minute details. 

When I know you are about to be home, I position myself in the living room, clearly visible from the front door. I want to be the first thing you see when you walk through the door. After attaching the leash to the ring at my neck, I get in the proper kneeling position, modified by your standards a bit, hoping you won't mind since I want you to see what I am wearing for you, more specifically, the leash. I am down on my knees, my ass resting on my feet, back arched back a bit, hands clasped behind my back which forces my breasts out, and head down. 

I sit there in that position for a bit and feel the moisture already building between my legs. I am so excited to please you in any way you wish on your special day that is turning me on beyond belief. I have missed pleasing you in this way. I hear your truck pull up to the house...it's time!

I hear the key in the door and then a few moments later the door opens and closes. I do not dare look up to see your expression, but I hear you let out a sigh and soft moan and know that I have pleased you already. I can hear that you aren't walking, so I assume you are standing there looking at me taking it all in. I sit there silent, not making a movement at all. I am just enjoying the silence of knowing that you are seeing your possession waiting to please you. 

Finally I hear your footsteps moving slowly towards me. Once you reach me, you stand over me, looking down on me I assume, since all I can see are your feet in front of me. You then begin to walk around me, taking in every bit of quiet and my respect for you. Then I feel your hand on my hair, and then just one finger touches my left shoulder never leaving my skin, across my back, and to my right shoulder. When you are in front of me again, you tell me to look at you.

I slowly raise my head, my eyes finally allowed to meet yours; you then ask me if I am ready to be in your full possession. 

My simple response, "Yes Sir, Happy Birthday." 

Then my favorite words you have ever spoken to me, "That's my girl." This brings a smile to my face, oh how I have missed those three simple but powerful words. Words that tell me you are pleased and that I am under your complete control and protection. You reach down to touch the leather on my neck and take the leash in your hand and order me to get on my hands and knees. You then pull on the leash and begin leading me around the living room. 

When you stop walking, I stop just behind you knowing my place. "Good girl," you tell me. You place the leash in my mouth which I know means that I am to stay in place. You then walk around behind me and tell me to spread my legs further apart and to turn to look at you. When I comply, you reach down and run your fingers between my pussy lips feeling that I am dripping wet. "Always ready for me," you say, bringing your fingers to your mouth you taste the effect you have on me. Walking back to where I can face you, taking the leash from my mouth you tell me to kneel and to stay there and not move until you return to me.

Time is the most frustrating and exhilarating part of life. When we are together there is either not enough time to touch, or too much time when I can't touch you. I sit there kneeling, waiting for your return; I hear the shower being turned on. As the minutes pass, I being to feel the effect dripping down to my ass, oh how I need you. Finally, after what feels like forever, I hear you turn the shower off and begin moving around the bathroom. Many more minutes pass, what could you be doing in there...and then I realize, you are making me wait as long as you want. You are now in full control and it is obvious that you are going to take full advantage of this.

You finally step out of the bedroom, but don't come over to me. Instead you tell me to crawl to you. Since my head is still bowed with the leash in my mouth, you can't see the smile that I am wearing because I know how much you love to see me crawl for you. I get on all fours and look at you, standing there in nothing but a towel and, and as commanded, I crawl slowly towards you. 

Once I am at your feet, you reach down for the leash again and lead me to the bedroom, where you take a seat and bring me between your legs to kneel at your feet. I notice that your present is still on the bed unopened. I am excited to see what your expression will be when you open the box of playthings. You then take the present and begin to tear off the paper. Once you have the box open and see the gifts inside, you look down at me and smile, which tells me you are definitely pleased with the additional surprises. 

You ask me one simple question, "Are you ready?" 

To which I respond, "Yes Sir, may I please you?" 

You open the towel revealing your arousal which looks amazing! My mouth, having a mind of its own, automatically opens, ready for you as expected. You take the leash and pull me up on my knees and closer to you. Leaning down you kiss me so hard that it hurts. After kissing me long and hard enough to truly take my breath away, your mouth moves to my ear and I hear the words, "Suck Daddy's cock." I immediately drop my head to your lap and take you in my mouth. 

Your cock is so hard and tastes so fucking good, I can't get enough of you. I move further down to suck your balls into my mouth as my hand moves up to stroke your amazing cock that is already coated with my spit. My tongue moves to lick every part of your balls, I realize I am moaning as my mouth is hungry for you. I give each one the attention they deserve. I feel your cock growing harder and harder with each flick of my tongue. 

I then turn my attention to your hard throbbing cock. I slowly take you back into my mouth forcing myself as far as I can go, not quite taking all of you, but so wanting to. As my mouth lifts back towards the head, I hear you let out a groan as your body shifts as if to not let my mouth go. I continue moving my mouth up and down your length, letting my tongue glide along the underside which makes your whole body respond. 

My cunt is dripping knowing the pleasure that I am giving you at this very moment, knowing that for this moment only you are giving me full control of your pleasure. That control is short lived, because I feel your hand move around the back of my neck. You force me down on your cock until I feel you hit the back of my throat and the initial intrusion causes me to gag, which again, brings a moan from you. You have my hair in your hand and bring my head back up and allow me to come up for air, but then quickly force me back down until your entire cock is in my mouth and down into my throat and hold my head down on you. 

My eyes move to yours with that look of panic that I can't breathe and gag again causing my eyes to water and your mouth forms into a smile. Yes, my false sense of control I initially had has vanished. You stand up and put your hands on each side of my head. When I look up at you from my knees, you look down at me and say, "I am going to fuck my baby's mouth and feed you my cum." No mercy is shown, you own my mouth and you abuse it like you love to do. 

You start off going fast and hard, hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag with every thrust. Then you slow your pace, but when you push back into my wet and ready mouth you hold my head to your stomach, robbing me of my breath. I manage to move my tongue to where I can lick your balls at the same time, your body jerking again in response. You pull my mouth off of you and the spit in my mouth forms a string to the tip of your cock. You hold me there for a moment taking it all in and allow me to catch my breath. 

I look right into your eyes seeing your pleasure in this raw desire that is indescribable. You are my Master in this moment...completely owned, mind and body, all Yours. My mouth is still open, hungry for you and you feed my hunger again, guiding my mouth back onto your length lying on my tongue. I don't have time to close my mouth back around you because you pull it out again completely, causing my mouth to water even more. You do this multiple times...enter my mouth, stroking my tongue to the back of my throat and then completely out again, I am drooling all over you. 

You ask me, "Do you want Daddy's cum baby?" My only response is my open mouth and my tongue out for you. You begin fucking my face again in a fury. I can feel your urgency now. When I begin to gag again from you forcing me back down on your cock, I feel your whole body shudder at the same time your cum begins to fill my throat. This forces me to swallow quickly to be able to breathe. 

Your cum tastes and feels so good as I swallow every drop. I hear you moan as you watch me clean your cock to perfection. The moment ends perfectly, when you pull me up to you and you tell me, "Daddy is proud of you baby girl," and you kiss me passionately, tasting the last of you in my mouth.

You tell me to get on the bed and to lie on my back. I do as I am told as I see you grab the variety of ropes in your toy box of presents. You begin at the head of the bed by tying my wrists to each bedpost and then move to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs for Daddy," you say. Just hearing those words has my pussy quivering and I spread them wide for you, exposing my glistening folds for you. You respond with only a grin, knowing that you affect me so much. 

You then move to my head and place my headphones in my ears, music already playing. Once you are sure I am comfortable, you then place a blindfold over my eyes and the darkness sets in. My breathing becomes heavier as my fear of the unknown takes over. "I'm scared," I admit out loud. I don't know that you have moved back to my head and you touch the side of my face, which tells me that you are there and to trust that I am safe. Then I feel nothing. 

Minutes pass, but I don't know how long. The only thing I can hear is the soft music and my heart beating into my ears, getting louder and louder as the minutes pass. Then the music gets louder. I can hear every instrument; each beat of a drum as if it is matching my heartbeat. Together the two are so erotic. I am waiting for your touch, but still, it doesn't come. One song turns into two, and then three and still no touch. My breathing becomes heavier and you must sense that I am scared and needing you because I am instantly calmed with the softest kiss on my lips. 

You mute the music and I hear your voice again, "Daddy's got you baby girl...you are safe." Safe, you give that word its true meaning. I trust you beyond belief, but there is always fear of the darkness. Yes, I am safe and immensely aroused. The volume gets louder, blocking out all other sounds. Then your breath, I feel your breath on my chest and then those soft gentle kisses on each of my breasts, taking turns between the two. I begin to moan with the music, your touch feels so amazing on my skin that has grown so sensitive with the anticipation of feeling you. 

I feel your tongue circling my nipple then your breath as you blow on it causing it to become even harder instantly. Moving to the other side, you repeat the same pattern. I try to arch my back to force my nipple into your mouth, but you pull away from me and then my entire body jerks at the unexpected slap to the top of my thigh, hard, which is your way of telling me to be still. After the harshness of your hand, the gentle touch is back. Your tongue begins licking my nipple again and then you suck hard and biting just enough to hurt when you pull on it, stretching it as far as it will go. Then the most pleasant intense pain sets in as you place the clamp on me. 

You give me a moment to catch my breath and to somewhat settle down from the sudden tension that is almost unbearable, but still very intense. You move to the other side and I feel your fingers lightly doing circles around my nipple, giving me chills over my entire body. And then a hard pinch. Immediately the heat is relieved with your mouth, sucking and licking just like before. This nipple now matches the first and I know that the clamp is coming soon. The chain that connects the two rubs across my skin and then the second clamp is on. 

Again, you give me time to adjust to the pain. The moment that my whimpering stops, you begin pulling on the chain, intensifying the pain. The pulling stops and I feel the chain being laid into my cleavage. Then...silence again. No sound except the music and no touch except the extreme pressure on my nipples. But, no touch from you, which leaves me aching for you. 

I feel the bed dip as you climb over me and sit between my legs. Your hands grab both of my ankles and begin to move slowly up each leg getting as close to my pussy as possible, but never touching me there. Your hands change direction and move back down, slowly to my ankles. My body is reacting by flexing each muscle as your hand approaches. Your hands feel so good on my skin. Teasing me in the worst or best way, your hands twist to the outside of my legs and slowly inch their way back up and over my hips. 

Finally I feel you there, your fingers invading my pussy fast and then gone again. My heart is beating so fast and my pussy is empty and needing you to come back to me. I know that my cunt is dripping wet, but you confirm it when you lean over me and bring your fingers to my mouth. I instantly open for you and suck them clean of my arousal. 

After a few moments, I feel something on my stomach, moving from side to side. I realize it is the flogger. The tails are gentle on my skin, teasing because although they are gentle and feel amazing at this moment, I fear what they can do to me should you chose. I then feel them on my tits, moving the clamps that instantly cause a more pleasurable pain with each shift in direction. You hold it over me and let the tails run under my nipples, causing my entire body to twitch to try and get away from the gentle touching. You then move it slowly down over my aching pussy letting it barely touch my skin. 

My head falls back, eyes closed and then I feel the sharp pain as you strike it across my chest, causing me to gasp for air, then quickly another one across my stomach. The heat is rising to my skin's surface. I am sure that it is becoming bright pink, which I am confident is making you smile. Another shocking blow comes to my chest again. My whole body is tense from being unprepared for the pain, and I want to not like this, but my pussy is so wet that it is dripping down to my ass, which absolutely defies my rational thoughts. So I decide to just let go, relax the best I can and do nothing but feel. 

Feel your dominance over me, feel what I know is making you so proud of me and loving my submission to you, my Sir. The next blow hits me between my legs; my dripping wet cunt that completely belongs to you is feeling so much pain and pleasure at the same time. Then more, the flogger tails coming faster and faster until everything comes to an unexpected halt. I feel no touch from you, what are you doing? But my breathing is out of control, tears coming down the sides of my face. When did I start crying? I'm not sure. But I can't figure out if it is from the pain or the release of my complete and total submission to you. I desperately need your cock to fill me. 

The music then lowers and I hear the sweet sound of your voice. You tell me that you are going unhook my ankles and wrists and that you want me to turn over on my hands and knees, then immediately the music is turned up. Once I am on my hands and knees, with your hands, you force my legs farther apart. Once you have me where you want me, again, I feel nothing. Minutes pass and my arms and legs begin to grow sore. But I don't dare move. 

Unexpectedly, I feel the flogger across my ass and the tops of my thighs. One and then another, ten times total causing so much pain and so much pleasure at the same time. I can't think straight, I am completely lost in you and your touch. I have reached that point where I will do absolutely anything for you, anything you ask of me, it is yours. I am all yours at that very moment and nothing else exists except you. I don't hear the music anymore, I don't hear anything, except myself begging you to fuck me; begging you to own me and take my pussy.

I feel you enter me from behind and take what is yours. You are holding onto my hips, gripping me, fucking me so hard but so perfectly. My body is not mine; it is oh so completely yours. You continue to slam into my hot, wet cunt. Your hands pulling me back onto your rock hard cock. I feel both hands release my hips but you are still thrusting in and out, in and out. The music stops and your hand reaches around and begins to rub my clit hard as you continue to pull me back onto you.