0 comments/ 62801 views/ 8 favorites Lisa's Plan By: qualitywheat I was almost at the point of finalising the trip I had been planning for 2 or 3 months, it had been a lot more exasperating and time consuming than I had imagined, so I was glad I had started when I had and not left it too late, or years of wanting would not have been realised. Let me tell you about me, my name is Lisa, I am 24 years old, considered by most people and especially men that I meet as lovely and or beautiful, 5ft 9" tall, long black shiny natural wavy hair, big wide eyes, high cheek bones, button nose, full wide lips, nice chin, excellent teeth, full breasted, good hips, long legged, that taper from hip to toes, no lumps and bumps any where. I am proud of my bearing, lucky enough to be intelligent, got all the degrees I needed to make my way in the world, I started my own IT business 3 years ago straight after college, against the advice of my peers, and up to now I am quite successful, offices in town, with 4 staff, have my own 2 bed apartment in a well to do part of town, drive Mercedes, have had as many boyfriends as I want or need, love sex, but as yet not with the one man on the earth that I want to have sex with, or should I say instead, I want to make love to, and be made love to by. Hence my carefully planned seduction of him, and plans laid to achieve my goal, he has no idea of what is afoot, and would probably be aghast if he did know or find out, and to get him where I want him, to the point where I am his only focus, He lives in my city, very good looking, well I think so and that's all that matters, and he does have admirers which I am a bit jealous of. He is 44, 20 years older than me, successful business man in his own right, a divorcee, and his wife just up and left him 5 years ago, but was amicable so I was told at the time, but I can't use my position to get to him. Now my plans, and intentions, to attain success. I have bought a log cabin in the mountains, it is a wonderful place bought with a part mortgage that I can easily afford, it has 3 bedrooms, a king size bed in the main bedroom, that he will believe is just for him! 2 bath rooms, one en suite, big open fire, which will be handy in the cold weather, central heating, is so cosy, a balcony at the front that has views to die for, its not too isolated as to be a bit scary, but is also very secure in itself, and fully alarmed. And there is a woman who looks after it for me for a small remuneration, so it will be fully stocked with all I need for the planned one week stay in October. I know his planned holiday dates and have planned mine also to suit his. I will take him there on the Friday, so there won't be any hiccoughs. In the next town where the cabin is, there is held every year on the Saturday a fancy dress ball, or party, it's an annual thing, which germinated my ideas for this one week. So after much thought of what to wear, I decided I would be a police officer, he would be my prisoner, (in more ways than one) I searched for the correct clothing and uniform and finally had part of them made and part of them I bought, mine was a black peaked cap with gold braid, a tightish fitting shirt, short skirt all with gold trims, with black knee high, high heeled boots, a belt to carry handcuffs, nightstick, dummy mace spray, dummy gun, and pouch for gloves, and holder for a torch, after trying mine on I thought I looked great and was certain I would turn heads, and including some women too! His was every ones idea of a prisoners uniform, dirty grey and faded black stripes, with arrows, made from a Hessian type material, I knew his sizes so was confident it would fit ok, also a leather belt I bought, just like the ones you see on TV that fasten a prisoners wrists to his side, I also had made a chain and ball from plastic to fasten to his ankle, but could be carried without discomfort, I did try to plan everything down to the last detail, getting him there wasn't a problem for me, I knew he would want to come for the week when I broached the subject with him. So I hired a 4X4 picked him up at lunch time Fri and off we went, he had his own suitcase of what he thought he would need for a week in the mountains, little did he know that if my plans came to fruition he wouldn't be seeing much of them at all. We arrived early afternoon, was met by the lady who looked after the cabin, who showed me where everything was and then left, first thing we did was have a beer on the balcony and wondered at the views which were stunning in the setting sun, then we unpacked. I insisted on him having the master bedroom, and I went into the 2nd bedroom, so part one was in place, later we had steaks done on the grill, and salad. 2 bottles of fine wine, talked listened to music then retired to our own rooms, part 2 concluded. The following morning breakfast was had on the balcony; we wrapped up and went for a walk, which was great fun. Got back mid afternoon, and then it was time for part 3, he didn't know there was a fancy dress party that night, and didn't really feel like it, but I insisted and he deferred to me and agreed. He did say how can we go when we have no fancy dress clothes, I happily gave him his, told him to get ready and put everything on down to the brand new old lace less boots I had bought. I waited in the sitting room by the fire while he did, when he came out I just thought WOW! He had dressed and fixed the ankle chain and ball, the belt on his waist was there but not on his wrists, I would do that later! No buttons on his tunic, no belt on the pants, it was elasticised, I asked what he had on underneath. He smiled and said 'boxers.' I laughed and said 'that's ok.' My turn to dress now I knew he was ready, The only thing I had to do was fix my hair up into the peaked cap, I was wearing black fishnet stockings, suspenders, thong, and a black lacy bra, and even I thought, hell girl you'll knock them dead! When I came out and presented myself, I could see the look of awe on his face, he was more than impressed, and Im sure I happily saw a very welcome twitch in his pants, I sauntered up to him, stepped close and whispered 'impressed?' God, he said 'you look just stunning!' What with my own height and heeled boots I was almost level with him, which gave me a tickle in my own pussy. Off we went everything was going as planned now, I was happy, he was happy; the world was at peace, ha ha ha ha. We arrived, and had a great time, I did have to rescue him twice from different women who had cornered him and were giving him a feel because now his wrists were restrained. I occasionally released him for different reasons, but always re fixed the restraints. At the end of the ball, they gave a presentation, and although I was a bit disappointed to only win second prize for best dressed couple, I was absolutely delighted to win the prize for best looking couple. Later we said our good nights to all, and made our way home, he had asked me to undo his wrists but that wasn't the plan so I just said 'yes, later ok?' When we got back, I said 'come in here to your bedroom and I'll undo the straps,' this was where if my plan was to go wrong it would be now, I guided him to he bottom of the bed, just as I had in my head, so far so good, I pushed him backwards, and because he couldn't reach out he just fell on the bed, I laughed and so did he, I then moved to the bed side and climbed on and helped him move upwards, little did he know he was now assisting in his own seduction, I unclipped the ankle chain and dropped it on the floor, now for the tricky bit. I reached into the drawer at the side, and removed the soft thin ropes I had prepared for my use, he looked at me quizzically, but I was being swift and efficient because I didn't want him to guess my plans before I was ready, I straddled his right thigh, pushed the end of the rope under him, it already had a loop made onto it with a knot to stop it tightening onto his left arm, then I fixed the next loop to his right arm, brought the rope back over his front and fastened the 3rd loop onto his right arm again, he was now tied from wrist to wrist under his body, and also over his body. He had no chance of reaching the any of the knots what so ever. Of course by now he had realised what I had done and was doing, but it was too late, he was captured. He said to me, 'Lisa what the hell do you think you are doing!' 'Untie me this bloody instant!' I giggled and said 'please don't worry its okay, just wait and be patient alright?' My next move shocked him totally, I yanked at the bottom of his pants and pulled them right off, I then unbuckled his belt and restraints and removed them, he was struggling now, but I bent to my task and my goal, I knew I couldn't get his tunic top off with out undoing the ropes, so taking the dress shears I had put in the drawer I unceremoniously cut it from him. All he was now wearing were his boxers but I decided I would leave them for a moment to let him calm down, I don't think even now, he understood what was going to happen, or what was going to take place very soon. I was hoping that he wasn't too upset by these events to prevent him performing his duties! Now it was my turn, and really, the part of my long laid plans that if I didn't succeed here then I would have wasted my time and efforts, and totally ruined everything for him and for me forever more. I stood back from the bed, told him to be still and watch, then changing my mind I stopped, went back to the bed, picked up the dress shears and quickly cut each side of his boxers, which stunned him in to silence and pulled them away, now he was naked and motionless, I think now he was realising what was going on. I took off my peaked cap, shook my long hair free, I know he loves my hair, I looked at him intently, never taking my eyes from his, as seductively as I could I undid the buttons on my blouse and slid it off, undid my skirt pushed it down and kicked it away which now left me in my lacy underwear and knee high boots, which I intended to keep on for a while longer, reaching behind me I undid my bra, and then waited for his reaction, I could have jumped for joy! His cock was moving and growing I was beside myself because now I knew, there was no way I wasn't going to succeed, and have him for my own! Slowly pulling my bra away I saw his eyes fasten onto my erect and engorged nipples, I was now aroused and getting wetter and wetter in my hot pussy, his cock was now doing its own thing. Im sure he couldn't have controlled it now, no matter what he said or did, I dropped my bra to the floor, and started removing my thong, pushing it down, and over my boots kicked them away, his cock was almost now fully erect laying on his belly, and I marvelled at it, I had never seen it before, it was beautiful, long, about 8", nice and thick, lovely purple mushroomed head. I quickly got on the bed, looked down at his hard cock and said 'Oooooh is that because of me?' 'You are a naughty boy' I said laughingly. It was then he said to me 'Lisa we can't do this, please?' My response was, 'yes we can, and yes we are, you want it too, just look at your cock!' It was then I ended negotiations by taking hold of it, and bringing a groan of submission from him, I wanked him up and down slowly while he got used to the idea, using both hands I caressed the head, and then his balls, he looked up at me and said just two words 'Lisa, please.' I smiled, leaned forward and kissed him, he didn't kiss me back, not straight away any way, I pulled away, leaned in and kissed him again, this time he reciprocated. The game was over, no contest, he was mine now, and although he didn't know it, he was going to be mine for ever, by the time our holiday was over he would know it, understand it, and accept it, of that I was now certain. I couldn't wait any longer I moved down on him and sucked his cock into my mouth, I did my best to pulverize it, but not let him cum, after I while of that and squeezing and stroking his balls I stopped. He moaned, 'please I'm nearly there.' I told him to 'wait,' that I would decide what we did and how ok? I wasn't letting on that I was just as desperate as him! I lifted myself over him, and lowered my now boiling pussy onto his wonderful cock, and forced him into me, what fun I was going to have with this, this week, I leaned forward and put my hands either side of his shoulders and began fucking him, we both rose to the heights at the same time, my orgasm was enormous, mind boggling, he came in me with what seemed like a boiling rage of cum, that was hot and lots of it, I fell onto him. After a while I kissed him and he kissed me, I told him 'I am so in love with you,' and he spoke the words I wanted to hear, 'I love you too my darling.' I lay at his side for a while kissing and caressing him. He asked, 'are you going to release me now'? I told him, 'no, not for a while,' in fact I kept him that way for the next 3 days, while I trained him up, sorry, Im getting ahead of my self, I made love to him again later that night, and slept at his side. I woke with the morning sun streaming through the windows, I looked at him breathing evenly in his slumber, I gently took hold of his cock and Oh so slowly began to wake him, working my soft hand up and down the shaft while it grew before my eyes, he woke as I was getting onto him, and we both went for it like demons, I loved it, I clamped my self to him, and rolled over so he was on top of me, I had to support his full weight, but who cares when you got a cock like that buried deep inside of you, I had my legs fastened tight around him, and he fucked me, boy did he fuck me, I came and came and came, then he did, it was oozing out of me I was delirious with joy and happiness at the way things were turning out. Keeping my legs around him, I rolled him and me onto our sides, and held his softening cock in me, which was glorious, we spent ages telling each other of our new love for each other, whisperings things like Im never going to leave you, we will buy a house out of town etc. He wanted to use the bathroom, that caused a little embarrassment for us both but I flatly refused to let him free, I needed to cement my relationship, and I believed the only real way to do it was to make him utterly dependant on me, in the most loving way I could find. He accepted my decision, although there wasn't a lot he could do about it, and we settled into a loving routine. I kept him continually aroused, whether it was in bed or around the house, I was at him all the time, I would sit in his lap on the sofa, kiss him, touch him, move myself into a position where he could touch me, I would lead him back to bed and just love him, I didn't try and make him get an erection, that would have been silly, but when he was ready, so was I! And his restraints were not mentioned any more, he would wait for me to remove them because he loved being my prisoner of love! On the Monday in the afternoon he became erect, and I took a decision that day that really did finalize our love and how we would develop together, although I wasn't aware of it when it happened, it was him that told me afterwards! I got him on the bed, and sank my pussy on him in what was now a blissful occurrence for us both, he just loved me fucking him, I made him come in torrents, but this time, I got off, and I still don't know what made me do it, but Im so glad I did, I went to the bathroom and got my baby oil, he saw it and smiled He said to me, 'you going to give me a massage now are you?' I replied, 'yea, something like that.' I got back on the bed and kneeled at his side, poured oil onto my hands and rubbed it all over his still nearly erect cock, which grew straight away back to full erection, then pouring some into the palm of my left hand I reached behind me and rubbed it around my bottom, and fingered some into my ass! I had never had anal sex, and had never wanted to, but now I needed to, he realised what I was preparing to do, he said loudly 'Lisa!' Without saying anything I raised myself over him reached behind me for his cock, pressed it to my ass, and began to sink down on him, I must confess I didn't expect it to hurt like it did, but I was determined now to go ahead, and I did. I sank all the way down, rested a while, while the pain subsided, and then the sensation began to take over, and I ended up cumming greatly and then he did too, having my ass filled with cum like that was terrific and I ended up loving it, and knowing it wasn't going to be a one time thing. He loved it too, and couldn't tell me enough how much he did, and how much he loved me and how much in love with me he was. I could have just died right there with happiness. I cooked a much needed meal for us both and I fed him, in between spoonfuls I tweaked his cock, which got him hardened, what a sexually exciting thing that was too, I ended up sat in his lap facing him, with his cock in me while I spooned his food into him, has anyone ever cum while eating a meal? We did, it was glorious! I released him the following morning, and then did I get a fucking! He had me all over the cabin, I couldn't keep him off me, nor did I want to, I was in heaven. Eventually we subsided into worn out bliss around lunch time, and went to bed to sleep, I was spooned into him, my back to him, he had his arm around me and we jus rested in the love we now had and would have forever, I reached behind to cup his head in my hand turned to kiss him with all the love and tenderness I could muster, and said to him 'I love you so much Daddy.' He said to me, 'I know kitten, and you will have me and my love forever my sweet beautiful darling daughter.' The end. Lisa's Pleasure Spree Through Town Hi guys! My name's Lisa, and oh my God, you wouldn't believe what I did today! I had had a bad break-up a few weeks ago, and was feeling a bit lonely and down. Oh, I had my friends, and my work, and ballroom dancing, and more hobbies. My life was full, but sigh, sometimes I just missed having that companionship, and that spark. Honestly, I was the one that got dumped, but you know what? His loss; I'm sexy, and I don't need anyone to feel that way, or to make myself feel good. No more pouting, no more moping about. I wanted to go out into the world today, and make myself feel good, and have some fun, and be perhaps a bit daring. So, I woke up this morning, had a light breakfast, and went back to my bedroom to get dressed. I pulled on my silk, lacy pink panties, and a matching pink bra that gave my boobs a bit of a lift. I had C cups, and I was proud of them! Men seemed to like them also. Looking in the mirror, I liked what I saw. I worked out, and took care of myself. Sometimes I had doubts, especially after --- left me, but whatever, I was beautiful! Next I pulled one of my favorite oxford shirts, classic white on, loving how the cotton felt brushing over my shoulders. I started to button it up, at first doing it up until just the collar was undone. But not quite what I was going for today. I wanted sexy, not prim. I undid two buttons, exposing some cleavage. Better; I loved showing off a bit, and I loved having my curves strain against the shirt just ever so slightly, as if nothing could contain me, my womanhood. Next, I pulled on my favorite pair of jeans, medium blue wash, midrise. They fit me perfectly, so no need for a belt. Mmm, I loved how well they fit me, the feel of the slightly rough denim against my legs, how snug they fit my waist, right up against the so sensitive area between my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror, applied some light make up. A bit of eye shadow, some lipstick, and mascara. I smiled, and looking back at me, my reflection - green eyes, curly red hair, a smattering of freckles under my eyes. If you guessed that I had some Irish in my background, you'd be right. Ah, I was ready to head out. I grabbed my purse, dropped something fun in there for later on, and headed out to a local bakery café that I liked. It had wonderful bathrooms, and two of them, so I wouldn't be horribly selfish when I hogged one for a bit longer than usual. I was tingling all over! I got in my car, and headed into town. A short time later, I walked into the café, and approached the counter. The guy behind the counter was about my age. "Good morning! Can I help you?" he chirped. "Good morning!" I replied, leaning on the counter slightly, pushing my chest forward. "Just a small coffee, and a croissant. Thanks," I said smiling. "...Sure. That'll be $4.75" Ah, I heard a brief hesitation in his speech, and I noticed he took a brief, discreet look at my cleavage. That's ok. He was quick about it, and the attention was nice. "Have a good day!" I said, as I paid, heading back to a table, putting a bit of a sway into my walk. I didn't look back, but I assumed he might have taken a quick glance at my ass. It looked pretty good in these jeans, too. A few tables had customers, chatting, and enjoying some pastry and coffee. I sat down, and started so shake a bit as I drank my coffee and ate my croissant. It was a good shake, full of excitement, because it had been a while since I had felt good, and I planned on making myself feel supergood. But in a moment. The croissant was delicious, and I was enjoying my coffee. Ah, the cashier looked at me again. I noticed while I was returning my plate and cup to the self-bussing station. "Hey...is there a bathroom?" I knew perfectly well there was a bathroom, but why not lighten up the guy's day a bit. I asked it leaning forward on the counter a bit. Oh, I was being a tease! "S...sure, right back there?" he pointed. "Thanks!" I said, and headed towards the restrooms, marked WC. How trendy. Bakeries always have the best bathrooms. Painted a relaxing pastel purple and pink. A lovely bowl sink, and a cute little table with extra toilet paper and napkins, a bit of potpourri set on top of it, and a lit candle. Perfect! I closed and locked the door behind me. And stood there for a second. Ah, alone, some privacy. But people so close, so not really alone. Something about that thrilled me. I wanted to maybe be a bit naughty, but not really be seen...not yet. And well, it had been a while. I hadn't really felt any pleasure since -- left. I craved something, but just would never be in the mood to commit to masturbation. But today, and when the idea hatched in my mind last night to have a day for me...the mood had changed. I wanted this, and I could feel myself practically throbbing down there. Cliché, but true. And oh, my nipples were hard just thinking about it. I looked in the mirror and noticed them making small bumps against my shirt. I gave them a quick rub with my thumb...ooooh that felt good. But even more intense, I felt myself get a little bit wet. I needed to touch myself down there...soon. I ran my hand between my legs, with some pressure, and...ahhhah ah ooh. Even through my jeans, my tight jeans I could feel it. A little wave of pleasure starting at my clit, and undulating up through my stomach, down my legs. Enough! I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and slid them down my legs. Next, my panties came off. I left them on a pile in the middle of the floor. It was still early, and the bathroom was more or less spotless so no issues there. I went to the toilet, lifted the lid, and sat down. I brushed a curl of hair from my face, and looked down, taking in my boobs, my legs, my neatly trimmed pubic hair. Slightly darker than my other hair. I slid my hands down my chest over my hard nipples, over my stomach, I stopped my left hand at my stomach, but my right hand kept going, over my pubic hair, until I was fingering my clit...oh, ooooh god that felt good. And I thought of many things. Of lovers past, and future. Of all the beautiful things in the world. Of how I was beautiful. I focused on the pleasure first and foremost, and how the pleasure was me, and I was the pleasure. Oh god I needed this. I continued rubbing, while I massaged my tit with my other hand. Oh... Oh...oh god. I was breathing heavy. It felt soooo, sooo, soo good. Every brush against my clit was a shock of pleasure. I eagerly started to finger myself. I needed to be filled up. Ohhhh god that was even better. Pleasure started so subsume me. It wasn't just my clit and my pussy. Oh god. Still I rubbed, still I fingered myself, pumping in and out. It had been so long. I didn't WANT to get caught, and I was pretty quiet, just breathing heavily, trying to contain myself. But as if guided by outside forces, forces of pure ecstasy, I felt a powerful orgasm coming on, building, building, and then I went over the edge and lost control. "OOOOOOOOH FUCK...fuck...oh god." I rose slightly from the toilet seat, my body electrified by one of the best orgasms I've ever had, then I plopped back down, almost falling off I was so lost in coming down from the powerful numb pleasure that had ran down my legs and settled in my belly. Ok. Well, that happened, and it was amazing. I got up, retrieved the object from my purse, and placed it carefully in the crotch of my panties before sliding them back on and pulled my jeans back on, zipped them up and buttoned them. All tucked back in. I checked the mirror and made sure everything was in place. With a deep breath I left the bathroom. There was a woman sitting in the shop now, sipping a latte who gave me a dirty look. Whatever. I slid my finger along the counter and whispered, "that was intense," to the barista before exiting the shop, leaving his mouth hanging open. Oh god, that was amazing! I wanted another orgasm, and it was going to happen. That thing I slid in my panties? It was a small remote controlled vibrator. With an app on my phone, I could set it to start going off in any number of possible patterns. In this case, when I felt like it, I'd activate it to go off at random intervals, getting longer with each pulse.. I couldn't believe I was going to get more daring, but I wasn't going to limit myself to the bathroom this time! I knew a great bookstore a bit of a ways away that was rather large. A warren of bookshelves snaking through the shop. I would glance at some literature while my little device did some work. And well, hope I could conceal it and not make too much of a scene! Back in my car for the forty five minute drive, and ah, I was shaking with excitement again! That had felt, so, so good back there and there was something unspeakably exciting of not knowing what exactly would happen in public other than someone might see me get wracked with the most amazing pleasure. I seemed wrong, naught, but who cares? Most likely I'd never see anyone in that store again, and I didn't go there that often. And then I arrived, and I parked the car. I took out my phone, and did a test buzz to make sure I'd feel it... ...ooooooh, I felt it! It was nice. A little buzz, not that audible, but it sent shivers of pleasure where it had vibrated against my tender parts. My clit, and pussy, eager for more stimulation. I got out of my car, walked into the bookstore with mostly confidence, and some nerves. I made my way towards the back, figured I'd see what was going on in literature, and as I strode through authors: P, I took out my phone, opened up the app, and with a deep breath activated it. ...nothing yet. I placed my phone back in my purse, and continued to pursue the wall of books, enjoying the smell of the paper, and again loving how sexy I felt. I really took everything in. I pulled down a new book to give a quick leaf through... ...and then, oh! A tremor down there. It had buzzed. Hhhmmm, it felt super-good, but I was able to just smile and enjoy it without giving any outward signs. An older woman walked past me, and noticed nothing. If she only knew! Another quick vibration made me take in a quick breath of air, and then it stopped. I walked toward science and nature to look over what was there, and the little vibrator went dormant for a bit as I looked over evolution and the planets. I wondered if it was still working, and the suspense was making me even more horny. A guy walked by me, and he definitely noticed my hard nipples poking through my shirt, but he couldn't know that I was a tad bit wet. Just a little. I headed downstairs to look at the architecture books and then...oh, oooh, there it was, hehe. Bzzzz. My head went a little bit light as it continued for a bit longer this time, perhaps ten seconds. Ooooh I had placed it well. I walked, perhaps a bit stiffly, but still fully in control as mild pleasure snaked its way through my legs, my pussy, my clit. And then it stopped. Oh, but this was nice. I felt a bit flush as I wandered through non-fiction and biographies, into feminism and queer studies. And then, bzzz. There it was again, a bit longer, a bit more intense. Ahhh, I stopped to look at some titles on the shelf. I was ok...but I did grip the edge of the shelf a bit tighter than I wanted to. Was that a low keening escaping from my throat as an employee walked by the next aisle? Geez, maybe I wouldn't be able to control myself. It was beginning to feel really good, electrifying. Bzzz...it kept going, longer, but then just when I thought I was going to get to the next level, it had stopped. I blinked with a bit of odd relief. This was tense. Amazing, but tense. I was tingly all over, and super aware of how everything felt. The light draft, my clothing clinging to my skin. I gently ran a finger over my opposite hand and even that sent a bit of pleasure up my wrist, my arm. All this, and still the few other customers in the store had no idea really that I was a universe of pleasure unto myself. Ah, where to next. My pussy was throbbing, eager for more stimulation, and I was both eager and terrified of losing it right there in the store, now that I was here. I glided over to another relatively remote corner to look at art books, wondering when the next buzz would come, and if it would send me over the edge, and how I'd handle an orgasm standing there in the store! ...I walked down one aisle, then the next, and still my little toy remained dormant. I was slightly relieved for a moment because the inhibitive part of me was still present, if reduced in capacity. But then, oh god, bzzzzzz... ...bzzzz... ...bzzz... "Ahhh!" I gasped, with no one nearby. It kept going, and oh, oh, oh, I was getting close...it felt soooooo good, I was planted where I was. Unable to move. Was I going to come? Oh god, I think I was, and then I was down on one knee, my head thrown back, not caring ready to let the world know that I was pleasure and ecstasy incarnate... ...But it stopped right before I came. Breathing heavily, I returned to myself and got scared and a bit embarrassed, I have to admit. I thought of stopping it, but instead made a beeline to the rest room. I felt a bit vulnerable, a bit exposed, and part of me wanted to just let go in the middle of the store, but the logical part of my brain took over, and I figured I'd just slip into the restroom... ...No I wouldn't...oh god, I couldn't if I wanted to. BUZZZZZZZZ. I stopped short in philosophy, and could...not...move. My eyes slammed shut, my hands spasming as I ran them over my body, and I leaned against a table display, gasping, "Oh..holy fuck I'm coming...ahhhAHHHH..." I was moaning uncontrollably as my toy kept vibration sending intense waves of pleasure through my clit and pussy, turning me into an unthinking instrument of pure pleasure. Beautiful colors shot through my vision as I stood there, moaning, breathing heavily, thinking I couldn't take anymore, but in the best way possible. Then, it began to subside, and I noticed, slightly embarrassingly, but also feeling liberated that a young couple was staring at me in shock. "I just really love books!" I said to them brightly before making way to exit. I looked down and noticed a large wet spot had covered my crotch. Wow, I got wet. That was a bit embarrassing, but a bit awesome also! So yeah, pretty amazing! Lisa's Ploy "Even if I said yes, your mother will say no. So, forget it." She stared at me with those puppy-dog eyes, and I could feel myself weakening, but looked away before she got the tears working. I hated when she came over unannounced, just rang the bell, or worse, let herself in with her key. This time she almost caught me lathering up my seven inches of fun to a porn movie, The Old Man and the Girl Scout, a classic. I had managed to stop the DVD and get some clothes on, before she walked in, now sitting in shorts and a tee shirt, trying not to make eye-contact with my 18 year old daughter, who, by the way, didn't have much clothing on herself, seeing that it was June and ninety degrees. Long smooth legs, tanned, athletic, sat atop well-defined hips, not skinny like so many nowadays, but not fat either. Her thin white top was practically see-thru, and she wore no bra, showing off those young mounds with projecting nipples. Topped by a full head of unruly blond hair. "Daddy! If it's the money, I have some saved!" "I'd give you the money, but your mom ain't gonna let it happen! No way are you traveling cross-country with that band for the summer!" "You know, I'm 18! I can do whatever I want!" "Of course you can, Lisa, but where are you gonna live when you come back? And she controls your college money. What about school in September?" "I could always move in here, with you..." That made me look at her, and she smiled. "Don't worry, Daddy, I'd hate to cramp your style, with all the Chippies you have around here. And just by threatening that, Mom would take me back. She hates the thought of you winning." "If you have it all figured out, why are you here?" She drew silent, which wasn't like Lisa. My baby girl, so pretty, so smart, so loving... Stop thinking like that, I told myself. Finally. she spoke. "Do you remember when you told me you were moving out? I was like 13 then." "Twelve," I corrected. "We sat on my bed, and I told you I loved you, and you said you'd always love me?" Here she goes, getting to my soft spot. I sat next to her on the couch. "I will always love you, honey, no matter what happens. You know that." "Well, I made myself a promise then, and I've kept it, waiting for the right time. I thought maybe when I turned 18, or then after I graduated, but nothing ever happened." "Lisa, I don't follow you." She held my hand in hers, and she looked so lovingly at me. "Daddy, I'm going on the road trip, I just don't know if I can keep the promise." "What promise, sweetie?" "The one I made to myself that day, so long ago. I swore to myself that no man would ever have me before you did." Bombshell! Explosion! Confusion! "What?" "Daddy, I'm a virgin. I've waited and waited for you to pick up on my intentions, but you never did. On this trip, something may happen and I won't be able to keep my promise, and I don't want that to happen. Does this make sense at all?" Yeah, my little girl wants me to take her virginity. Oh, Fuck! "Lisa... I don't think... that's a good idea, baby, I mean, I'm your dad." "I know, and that's why I always come around dressed like this, hoping to catch you in a weak moment. I didn't think you would ignore me for this long. I mean, I'm in my prime, Daddy! And I've seen your porn selection, you don't hide it well, so I know you like girls my age." "But, they're not my daughter, you are." She squeezed my hand. "But not your little girl anymore, and I want to give myself to you, for all the love we shared. What can be wrong with that? We're both adults, and I've spoken to other girls, who have been with male relatives, the Latinos do it a lot! It's love, Daddy, and I truly love you." My head was reeling, and I couldn't think of an argument that made sense. She was smiling at me now, and she didn't look anything like the child I remembered. She was a full grown woman, and she was saying something again as I felt her hand on my thigh, so warm against me. I grabbed her hand and held it still but her other hand was already passed that, and it went into the opening at the front of the shorts. Oh my god, something was stirring. She pushed me back on the couch just as she pulled my snake out, still smiling, now looking it over, sliding the foreskin back, almost as if it was the first she ever touched, and maybe it was! I watched in amazement, as she continued her chat with herself, those deep eyes drawing me in, and my meat began to harden from her attention. In seconds, it stood high and proud, and Lisa's eyes were wide with delight, and then she did it, she bent forward and took it, deep into her mouth. She didn't move at first, just holding it in place, with her tongue pressed against it, then she began sucking and slurping, my little girl sucking my cock. When she released me, I saw she had been undressing herself. She stood, no longer wearing shorts or panties, and she slid the thin top over her head, along with the bra in one motion. Her body was glorious, not porn queen but definite lingerie model potential. She smiled down at me as she moved up my body then stepped over me, arranging herself in perfect position, then lowering down onto my throbbing cock. She paused above me, testing the feel against her lips, and her tightness was genuine. It had been a long time between virgins, but there was no mistaking that barrier. She tried to work me in, but it was difficult. I'm fairly large, seven inches, and she couldn't find the right angle. My hearing focused and I heard her frustration. This was more difficult than she expected, and she was confused and annoyed. I heard myself say, "Shush, it's okay, everything is just fine," as I pulled her head down to me to snuggle her. I kissed her lips and she kissed back, vigorously. "Daddy will take care of you now, baby." I lifted her and changed places, her on her back, her legs up, thighs spread wide, and me pressed against her. "This is gonna hurt at first, baby, but trust me, it'll be okay." "I trust you, Daddy, I love you." "I know, baby, I know." Her soft fleshy lips held me there, and I arched my back and began applying pressure, feeling some give, and she whimpered softly. "It's okay, baby, it's gonna be okay." And I was through! Inside her. She yelped and I didn't move, just waited for her to adjust. "Are you okay, baby?" "Y-y-yess, Daddy, it feels... okay." I began moving slowly and the pain seemed to subside, and slowly she came to like it, to move with me, to feel the whole experience. How I held out as long as I did, I will never know. Her pussy was so tight around me, and she was totally lubricated, and I slid in and out, up and down, and she bit me, and whispered how she loved me. She shuddered twice probably her first orgasms, and I felt my own growing. I hadn't used a condom. I definitely needed to withdraw, and told her I was close, and she said, "Come in me, Daddy, I been on the pill since I turned 18." "Are you sure?" "Daddy! Come in me!" I grunted and thrust and did just that, shooting streams of cum deep into her as she squirmed and kissed me. We lay there as my cock softened but never went limp. She kissed me. "Thank you Daddy, I've been waiting years for that." "Your welcome, baby, thank you! Now, about that trip?" "Oh, that? Forget it, it was just an excuse to annoy Mom and to get you in motion. We can just spend the summer sorting through your old porn. You won't be needing it for a while!"