8 comments/ 43417 views/ 68 favorites Those Eyes By: dreamsofbirds This is my first submission to the site. All comments are welcome... -Santana- I paused at the library doors and stared up at the sun. It was particularly blinding that day but I barely squinted as I stared straight into its brightness. I thought back to another day like this one, a day where the sun was blinding and the air was muggy and humid. I was 17 then and so much different than I am now. I hated days like this, they always reminded me of another hot, muggy day five years ago. My mom died when I was 13. She had cancer and watching her slowly drift away was probably the second most traumatizing event in my life. The first being when my father died. It was the spring before I was to go off to college and it was incredibly hot for a spring day in Virginia. I had gone outside without sunscreen on and my strict adoptive Vietnamese father was yelling at me for my irresponsibility. Despite my darker skin tone, I was incredibly sensitive to sunlight and I wasn't supposed to leave my house without sunscreen and sunglasses. I had forgotten both that day and my father had walked in on me as I stared at my reddened shoulders in the mirror hanging in the foyer. I could hear his voice like he was here, "Tại sao các bạn rất vô trách nhiệm?" Why are you so irresponsible? I used to hate when he yelled at me in Vietnamese, it always sounded so much harsher. "Dad, please speak in English." I said as I rolled my eyes. "I don't understand why you do such stupid things, Santana! Forgetting your glasses! Forgetting to put on sunscreen! Not taking your vitamins! Why must I always have to keep such a close watch over you? You're almost an adult!" He shouted. "Exactly, Daddy! I'm almost an adult and I don't need or want you breathing down my neck every two seconds!" I decided in that moment that it was a good time to tell my father about my decision regarding college. I visibly gulped and inhaled deeply trying to find an inner strength. "Daddy, I'm not going to Virginia Tech. It's a great school, amazing really but not for me. I don't understand why I can't go to NYU. I can apply for grants, I can get a job. I'll do anything, Daddy!" I pleaded. He looked me directly in the eyes and for a second I saw what looked like fear and desperation. "That's not happening, sweetheart. You WILL go to Virginia Tech and you will live at home and commute just as we decided." He said in a calm, matter of fact tone. "WE didn't decide anything! Stop trying to control my life and just let me go! I'm almost convinced you want everyone thinking that I'm crazier than cat shit just like they think you are!" I screamed and before I had a chance to realize the words that had just left my mouth, I felt his hand come crashing down against my left cheek. Startled, I quickly placed my hand over the place he had just hit. Tears stung in my eyes." Mỹ, cha. Nhưng tôi sẽ không bao giờ tha thứ cho bạn." Fine, Father. But I will never forgive you. He looked as stunned as I felt and when he reached for my hand I pulled back. Staring at the hardwood floor of the foyer, I slowly turned around and exited the house that I had grew up in. I stood on the front porch for a few seconds and then I ran. In that moment, running seemed like the most logical thing to do. It was a compulsion that I failed to refrain. I took off into the woods surrounding our home. I had always found comfort in the woods and welcomed its shade from the beaming sun. I had always felt like I could run forever and over the years I had gotten quite fast, strangely fast. I stopped when I reached the impressive fort that had become my sanctuary since I was five. I went there when I had had enough of all of the other kids picking on me because I couldn't go out into the sun for very long and because I couldn't eat all of the same things they did, or because of how thick my glasses were and my hearing aids. I was borderline blind and deaf, a result of my birth mother doing too many drugs, my parents would tell me. The kids used to call me, "Bubble Girl" and then just good old fashioned, "Freak" or "Nerd." Being an outsider allowed me to fully invest myself in my school work and I excelled academically which in my high school just caused me to be called more names. Growing up in my small, rural, southern, town engulfed in the Bible Belt hadn't been easy for me or my family. It went way past being a minority in a predominantly white town, the bigotry and racism I could handle. Being called a chink and the "n" word was something I could ignore but I couldn't handle the direct attacks aimed towards me and my father. Many of the kids that I had gone to school with were going to Virginia Tech also. I couldn't bear the thought of another four years of hell. Why couldn't Daddy understand that I needed to leave that place? Hell, I never understood why he didn't just go with me. I grew angry as I thought of all the things that people used to say about my father. He was paranoid yes, and slightly eccentric but he never deserved their harsh words. I reigned in my temper as I was thrown back into my flashback. I was sitting in my hidden fort, cursing my father and the day he adopted me. I was blaming him for everything wrong in my life even things that I knew were far beyond his control. I was so lost in my thoughts and self-pity that I barely heard my father screaming my name. I peeped through the small hole that I had drilled years ago and watched my father as he screamed my name and searched for me. I planned on making him search for me all night but changed my mind when I noticed the sky darkening. It was going to storm. I was prepared to emerge from my hiding spot when I saw two men walk up slowly behind my father. "Where is she?" One asked. "You said you would bring us to her, now where the fuck is she?" "I don't know." My father said, desperately. One of the men roughly pushed my father and he fell hard to the ground. I gasped and quickly covered my mouth to prevent being heard. I watched as my father tried to lift himself off the ground and the other man delivered a swift kick to his midsection. My father coughed and groaned a little and attempted to once again life himself up from the ground. "Santana, mật ong, ở nơi mà bạn được! Hãy yên tĩnh và ở ẩn!" Santana, honey, stay where you are! Be quiet and stay hidden! He screamed. "What the fuck did you just say?" The one who had kicked him yelled. "I just told her to come out, that's all!" My father said, frantically. "Fuck that! What did you really fucking say?" The man asked once more delivering a kick to my father's side. "Ở trong pháo đài!" Stay in the fort! Those were my father's last words. "Fuck this." The man who had pushed my father said as he pulled out a small handgun and shot my father three times in the back of the head. I had almost forgotten what happened next. Something clicked inside of me that day. It was like I could feel this energy traveling through my blood stream, the ultimate rush. My vision sharpened dramatically and I tore my glasses off my face, stunned and confused. I began to hear loud thumping in my ears, two unique rhythms. I realized later that I had heard their heartbeats. I didn't have time to think about what was happening to me, all I could think about was the anger that I felt; anger at the two men, surely still searching for me without my father's help. I quickly crawled through the opening leading me out of my sanctuary. It was almost like I could smell where the two had gone and I followed my senses. I stopped short of a small clearing and watched as the men crept through the woods. My anger peaked and before I knew it I was running towards them, screaming wildly. Before they had a chance to draw their weapons, I leapt. I had somehow latched onto the first man and my instincts told me to bite. I aimed for his throat, sank my teeth into him, closed my jaw tightly and pulled back. I fell to the ground with him and spit out the flesh that I had removed from his body. I set my sights at the other. He was too stunned to draw his weapon and I capitalized on his surprise with one swift swipe to his throat with my hand. I watched as my nails slashed through his skin and listened to him gasping for air. Suddenly the smell of the blood turned tantalizing and I was suddenly on top of the man drinking from his throat as he bled to death. The sound of thunder tore my attention away from my meal and it was then that I realized what I had done. I threw myself away from the man and stared in horror at the gore filled scene before me and I vomited. I looked down at myself; I was covered in blood and my own vomit and as if the skies sensed my needs, it began to rain. I stood there shaking as the rain washed away the blood of the men who had forever changed me. I refused to let myself think about what I had just done. And instead I walked back to my house avoiding the path that would lead me back to father's dead body. Once inside, I picked up my cell phone and dialed 911. Once the operator picked up, the lies came out much too easily. "There are three dead men in my yard. One is my father, the other two killed him. The guard dogs killed them...Santana Nguyen... 1567 Ardmore Drive. Yes, the house with the huge gate." "Yes, I'll be right here. Thank you." I said as I hung up. I then hit the release button for our guard dogs knowing that they'd quickly find the bloodied bodies in the clearing. I laid down on the hardwood floor of the foyer and like a freight train, it all hit me. I began crying uncontrollably. I was an orphan. My father died protecting me. I cried for five days straight but I cried for my father, not for what I done. In my head, it may as well have been the dogs that killed those men. I shook my head to clear myself of the thoughts of that fateful afternoon. My eyes had started tearing up and I wasn't in the mood to have an emotional breakdown on the steps of the library. I hadn't gone to NYU. A friend of the family who had taken me in after the incident convinced me that I didn't need such a dramatic change of scenery and I decided to go American University instead. My father had left me more than enough money to live off of for a very long time and I didn't want for anything except to have to my family back. I stared at the doors of the library and decided that maybe it wasn't a good time to study. I was much too distracted. I sighed and headed towards the bike rack where I had secured my bike. I pulled my helmet out of my bag, climbed on, and took off towards home. Once inside of my apartment, I began to strip immediately. It was something that I had grown accustomed to doing and every day I was grateful that I could afford to live alone. I walked into my bathroom and stopped at the full length mirror. Since that day five years ago, I no longer needed to wear glasses. I was almost convinced that my vision was better than 20/20 but I was too scared to go to an actual eye doctor. I also no longer needed my hearing aids or to wear sunscreen whenever I wanted to go outside. All of my senses had changed that day. A lot had changed that day. And I had successfully avoided thinking about it until today. I had developed a fascination with the way that I looked but I would never have referred to it as conceitedness or shallowness. I was more so amazed. I possessed a look that was almost other worldly. I stared at my form clad only in black cotton boy shorts and a simple black bra. My caramel skin almost glowed with its golden undertones. My thick black hair cascaded in waves down to my waist. My eyes were a little too bright and their natural olive green color made them the focal point of my face. My cheek bones were high and my dimples were incredibly deep. My nose was slightly wide but fit my face well and my lips were full and tinted red, like I was always wearing a lip stain. I smiled at myself, I had a slight gap between my two front teeth but it certainly didn't take away from my beauty. My neck was long and graceful and flowed perfectly into toned shoulders. My breast were C's and incredibly perky. My waist synched in slightly then flared out into well rounded hips leading to supple, thick, but toned thighs that were the beginning of ridiculously long legs. Yes, I was certainly beautiful, but it was a sort of beauty that was disconcerting. I stared at myself in the mirror. "What are you?" I whispered. Those Eyes It's in the eyes. Sometimes you just see the blank look of someone who's going through the motions. Sometimes you see the eyes with edges of fright and fear. Sometimes eyes are cheerful and bright. But with Felicia her eyes said one thing, "fuck me hard." Felicia was the kind of girl a man might overlook if he didn't look into her eyes. She had beautiful red hair and pale skin but her figure was often hidden under oversized clothes and gaudy scarves. If you look carefully though he could see the soft round hips, soft generous breasts, and a belly made to ride. She wasn't a young girl with a hot body anymore; she was a woman. A woman that brings all the wonderful charms to the bed where she fucks your brains out. I travel a lot in my job and Felicia is a professional woman. Years ago she lost her husband to cancer and I never really settle down. Sometimes when I was in town I'd give her a call and we go out for dinner, maybe a show and we always had a great time. Many times when I went to pick her up and I would see that look in her eyes and whatever reservations, tickets, or plans we had were thrown out the window. It's in the eyes. Thursday was in town and went by to see Felicia opened grab a quick bite to eat. She opened the door dressed in a frumpy sweatsuit. Her hair was up and in a mess. Instantly she looked at me with those eyes and I knew that we were not going out for anything. She gave me a quick kiss and told me she needed to get cleaned up and helped myself to drink. I opened her fridge as she headed off to the bathroom. I barely got two swigs of beer down my throat when I heard her call out that she needed help washing her back. Beer be damned. My dick got hard as I walked to the bathroom. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. The bathroom is little bit steamy but the bathroom wasn't the only thing that was hot. She was covered in soap bubbles teasing her skin and partially hiding her puffy nipples before they gently ran down her belly to that deep red bush of hers. I pulled Felicia into my arms and her body slipped against mine. Some kisses her sweet. Some kisses are perfunctory. Some kisses say goodbye and some say hello. Her lips and her eyes said one thing, "Fuck me hard and make me come." I planned to do just that. I kissed her on the lips; full, rich, deep, moist lips. After a hot exchange I slid to my knees and spread her rich, red hair to find those big puffy soft lips I so loved. One thing about Felicia she loves me go down on her and I'm only too happy to please her. I gently spread her lips and pressed my tongue to her clit. She shuddered and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in ever so softly. I started with slow, long deep licks up and down her pussy. She got wetter and wetter and I sucked down every bit of it. She pushed my head deeper into her moist fragrant pussy. I began to lick harder and harder. Felicia began to ground her pussy against my tongue. she started gasping for air. Short, urgent moans came from deep inside her. I glanced to see that she was working hard on those wonderful puffy nipples. She was really riding my tongue now and I was licking up every bit. Suddenly a loud gasp she came. Shudder after shutter ran up and down her belly. Her pussy oozed that wonderful nectar. When Felicia comes really hard she almost passes out. It's kind of a small faint. Her eyes rolled back in their knees gently give way. I quickly hold her up. The other thing about Felicia is that she is super sensitive after she cums that hard. I quickly and effortlessly slide into that waiting smooth warm haven. That immediately throws the switch for Felicia and she comes again harder this time than the first. I glanced into her face and see those eyes so pleasingly screaming at me that she wants more dick. I start the pound her and she continues to come hard. Wave after wave comes crashing over her as I pound deep inside her. It only takes a moment when I am this worked up. Felicia urges me on screaming at me to feel her pussy with cum. One, two, three, four, hard thrusts and I explode deep inside her cunt. Spurt after spurt of hot cum splashes her cunt. And there are those eyes urging me on. I step back and Felicia reaches between her legs and fingers a large wad out of her hot pussy. She puts to come in her mouth makes a small cooing sound. Those eyes tell me that she is not done yet. But that's a story for another day. Those Eyes The muffled bass thumped in the background of the crowded Beijing nightclub as Kate and I rolled around on the purple velvet couch of the employee lounge. "Sam quit it!!" Kate giggled as I tickled her relentlessly, making her squirm under me. "Please!" She said between fits of laughter. God, she was cute when she begged. She finally managed to wriggle free and climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. After catching her breath she looked down at me again. "You don't fight fair, you know!" she scolded. I ignored her half-hearted attempt at annoyance and instead lost myself in her golden amber eyes. My girlfriend is absolutely stunning, with her porcelain Korean skin, perfectly slim figure, and soft silky black hair that just grazes her shoulders. Though it's her eyes that really get me. Usually they give off this warm, inviting glow that pulls others to her like a magnet. But her eyes have this special expression just for me, turning into these heavy-lidded pools of teenage desire, and it drives me crazy every time. "You're so fucking gorgeous." I whispered as she continued to peer down at me. She laughed in that cute, nervous way that she does when people compliment her, and bent her head down, pressing her smooth lips against mine. "You're not so bad yourself" She said between kisses. We started making out, exploring each other's mouths. Kate was in a take-charge mood that was uncommon for her, still holding my wrists above me with one arm as her other roamed all over my small chest and flat stomach. Her boldness was turning me on more than a little, and I moaned softly into her mouth as she dug her nails into my side. Her lips drifted lower then, pressing into my collarbone before tracing the top of my lacy bra. She released my arms temporarily to pull my black silk tank over my head before continuing her path downward. Kate kissed and lapped at my nipples through the flimsy lace of the bra, making my eyes flutter closed in pleasure as I arched my chest toward her. "Ahhh fuck..." I breathed as I felt my small, pink nipples instantly harden and rub against the lace in the most delicious way. She smiled and moved further down, planting light kisses on my stomach and near the top of my hip bone, just above my low-rise skinny jeans. She lingered there, teasing me with soft pecks. I was soaking wet, and growing impatient. I needed her mouth on me so bad, but she refused to go any lower. I knew what she was doing. I finally gave up and moaned "Please baby!" Kate lifted her head to smirk up at me. "Look who's begging now!" She teased. "Kate, please just..." I trailed off as she undid the button of my jeans. "Please just...what?" she asked, as she slid the zipper down slowly, lightly brushing her fingers over the new skin that lay exposed. "Please...I need you...just...lower" I finally managed to stammer back. Kate smiled again, but grabbed the waistline of the dark denim to slide it off of my hips, and tossed the jeans on the tiled floor below. Then she slowly ran her fingertips over my soaked panties. "Mmmm, you're so wet..." She said, breathing heavily now as she cupped my mound. I whimpered under her touch, which felt like tiny electric shocks against my skin. I was so close already, her prolonged teasing leaving me in a desperate state of arousal. She moved lower once more, peeling the lace thong from my pussy and parting my legs to kiss my inner thighs. I shivered, willing her mouth to go where I wanted it, needed it most. Just when I thought I would loose my mind with lust, Kate buried her beautiful face into my pussy, sliding her small pink tongue up and down my slit and sucking my clit in her mouth making me scream her name. My cries were drowned out by the club's sound system thundering on in the background, but if anyone were standing near the door there would be no doubt of what was going on. Kate moaned against my clit, creating delicious vibrations with her mouth. We both knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Fuck! Kate...don't... don't stop, I'm so close!" I said between moans. I could feel my insides twisting, my orgasm rushing to the surface. Kate knew I was on the edge, and started lashing my clit forcefully with her magical tongue, looking up at me seductively with those golden eyes. That's all it took. I came hard, bucking my hips against her mouth, my eyes shut in intense pleasure as I rode the waves of a massive orgasm. As I came down from that crazy high, she slowly stroked my pussy, stopping every now and then to lick my cum off her fingers. I finally pulled her up to me, kissing her passionately and tasting myself on her tongue. "Jesus girlie, where did that come from?" I was both shocked and amazed that my shy lover had dominated me so perfectly. "I don't really know what came over me," she giggled "I wasn't planning on doing that here at work, but that sexy bra got the better of me. Plus, someone could have walked in at any moment. That thought drove me crazy" she finished, lust still playing on her perfect face. "That would be so hot" I replied, starting to unbutton her pink satin blouse. "Alright, it's your turn dare devil". But just as I moved to the last button, someone knocked loudly at the door, and proceeded to shout in rushed Mandarin. "Hey Sam, Brandon's set is up in 2 minutes, then you're on!!" It was Chen, the sound manager. A native Beijinger like me, and always keeping the place running like clockwork. "Also, if you see Kate, tell her she's late. Her break ended 5 minutes ago, and Li needs to get out of here on time tonight." I answered back in Chinese, telling him I was on my way to the stage, as I hurried to put my clothes back on. During this exchange, Kate had been laughing uncontrollably into a pillow at me trying to talk to Chen and dress all at once, but at the mention of her lateness she tossed the pillow aside and stepped back into her red pumps, running for the door. "Hurry up, Sammy! I'll tell Brandon to play one more before he leaves to give you time. See you out there sexy" she said over her shoulder as the lounge door opened and blaring dance music spilled into the room. I ran my fingers through my long black hair, trying to get the sex tangles out, but finally gave up. The crowd would be way too drunk by this hour to notice my slightly disheveled appearance. I grabbed my headphones from the mirrored table by the door and headed for the DJ booth. Stepping through the back door into the raised platform of the sound booth and looking out to the dance floor, I knew it was going to be a good night. I have been a DJ in Beijing for over 4 years, and I can read a crowd's energy instantly. Tonight's group was a DJ's wet dream. They were enthusiastic, but not obnoxious. Fucked up, but not sloppy. And Brandon had warmed them up well. It was 3AM, and they were still dancing like it was midnight. I high-fived Brandon as he left the booth and took over the turntables, fading out his remix of Iggy Azalea, and using the baselines to mix in some Krewella to start. The crowd recognized the song and started dancing as I built the tempo higher. I looked over at the sound and light boards next to me. "Where the hell is Kate?" I thought to myself. "She should be here by now". Kate had started working at Club Global two years ago as a sound technician. Her job is to monitor the audio levels in the club's sound system and work the lasers and light effects in time with the DJ's music. Finally she stepped into the DJ booth, almost tripping over a stray cable, and took her spot next to me. "Starting with Krewella again I see?" She teased as she flipped on the green lasers in the light board. "I could say the same to you. A little heavy handed with the green tonight, don't you think?" I teased back. She stuck her tongue out at me and switched to blue lasers instead. I tried to focus on my mix for a while, dabbling in trance and then fading back to house music again. Although it was never easy to focus with Kate standing next to me. I could smell her light vanilla floral perfume as she swayed to the music. The booth was raised high enough that the crowd could only see us from the chest up, but I could see her amazing ass in that tight sequined skirt, and it took every ounce of concentration I had to keep my eyes on the turntables. I dropped a new Jay-Z trap remix and the crowd was eating it up, so I decided to let it play out. I took a sip of water as I looked out at the sea of people. They were mostly typical clubbers, normal for a Friday night. Near the front there was a couple dancing, the girl grinding into the guy, and he had his hand up her skirt. This always amuses me. The guys think they are being so discreet in their drunken state, when really everyone knows what is happening. I nudged Kate, gesturing with my head towards the couple. "We've got another one!" I joked. "How long do you think before she get embarrassed and makes him stop?" She asked, giggling. "I give it another minute maybe," I guessed. Sure enough, the girl came out of her haze and swatted her guy's hand away playfully before going back to her grinding. I leaned over to Kate and whispered into her ear, "If I tried that with you on the dance floor, would you make me stop?" She looked over at me with a mischievous grin "Mmmmm not a chance!" "Really? Hmm good to know" I said, before mixing into the next track. God, I wanted to make her cum in a crowded club in front of everyone. I wanted to feel her grind into me while I reached up her miniskirt and fingered her relentlessly. Would she try to be quiet as her orgasm hit her? Would she be able to? The naughty fantasy played out in my head as I dropped the last track of my set. The last DJ of the night entered the booth. Wang would play until the club closed at 6. "Hey Wang" I greeted him as he plugged his headphones into the turntables "Sammy, hey girl. I heard your Jay-Z remix earlier, it was killer!" He said, fading out my house track and swapping it for a dubstep tune. "Thanks! Take care of them," I said, motioning toward the crowd. "Don't worry, they are in good hands" he joked back. I turned to leave the booth, giving Kate's ass a little smack on my way out. She had another hour before her shift ended. I usually waited for her back at my apartment, which was just around the corner from Global, but I had other ideas tonight. "I'll see you at yours then?" She asked. "Actually I'll wait around here tonight. I'm feeling like having a drink or two" I answered. "Okay, I'll come find you when I get off" She said before returning her attention to the sound board. I smiled to myself. She wouldn't have to find me to get off tonight. I planned on acting out my little fantasy, but first I really did want a drink. I wandered over to one of the bars and waved over Lu Ke, my favorite bartender. "Sammy, what are you drinking tonight beautiful?" He shouted over the music. "Whiskey sour. And make it a double!" I answered. "A double huh? What are you up to tonight?" He eyed me questioningly. "Oh you know me, I'm up to no good as always!" I said, winking at him. "Behave yourself!" He shouted back, handing me my cocktail as he shifted to the next customer. I sipped my drink as I listened to Wang's set. He was new to DJ'ing, and had only been on the Global decks for a year, but the kid had talent. He was 19, the same age as Kate, but a fast learner. 4 years ago, when I was 19, I couldn't mix that well in my wildest dreams. He dropped a Calvin Harris rework and the crowd cheered euphorically. I looked over at Kate, who had selected a white hyper strobe that bounced around the room to the beat. This really was the perfect job for her. She loved dance music, and she was able to work nights here and study Chinese at the University nearby during the day. I wasn't sure when she ever slept, but it seemed to work for her. I finished my Whiskey and headed back toward the stage, plotting my move. I would need an excuse to be in the booth. Maybe a disconnected light panel or a faulty speaker. I worked out the white lie in my head before stepping back into the booth. Wang and Kate looked over at me, confused. "The light panels on the right side of the stage are out and Chen asked me to take a look real quick" I answered their silent question. Wang nodded and went back to his turntables, but Kate still eyed me, unconvinced. "Chen sent you?" She asked out loud this time. We both knew that Chen was a chronic micro-manager who lived by the mantra "if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself", and the thought of him assigning me a maintenance task was nothing short of absurd. However, I decided to own my ridiculous story, "Yeah he is dealing with a VIP situation and asked me to look at it. Now scoot, I need to get to the panel box in front of you" I replied as I got on my knees, crawling past Kate to where the box lay under the counter in front of where she was standing. She rolled her eyes and went back to the light board. I pretended to fiddle with the cables attached to the box for a few minutes before focusing on the real reason I was down there. I reached out and slid my fingertips up her toned legs, making her jump slightly, surprised at the sudden contact. She looked down at me and whispered forcefully, "what do you think you're doing?" I answered her question by running my hands further up to her thighs, lightly massaging the sensitive skin there. She immediately blushed bright red, and I saw her glance nervously over at Wang. He wasn't paying any attention to us though, lost in his mix as the crowd cheered him on. "But...I...can't you wait until we get home?" She pleaded. I just pushed her skirt farther up her hips and pressed my lips to her exposed thigh. She gasped audibly, but the loud club music drowned out her small voice. I had planned to take my time teasing her, but this was turning me on more that I could handle. As my self-control melted away, I pulled her hips closer and ran my tongue up and down her slit through her soft satin panties. Kate shuddered, whimpering quietly as she fought to control her emotions. I was fighting to control my own. I was overcome with this frenzy of lust, and was anything but gentle as I hooked my thumbs under her panties and pulled them down exposing her pussy, glistening with her arousal. I couldn't wait any longer. I wrapped my arms around her thighs as my tongue quickly sought out her clit. I felt Kate's legs begin to twitch in the cutest way as I drew lazy circles over her button. She was rushing towards her orgasm, but with some effort she remained surprisingly composed. Time to up the ante. With my mouth still massaging her clit, I teased my finger at her entrance. God she was so wet! Finally, I eased one, then two fingers inside her, hooking them up slightly to rub her g-spot. Kate moaned loudly at this. Loudly enough that Wang came out of his DJ trance to look in our direction. "Kate, you okay over there?" He questioned. This was getting good. She would have to respond, and I had no intentions of making it easy for her. I pulled my fingers from her wet opening and instead began to fuck her relentlessly with my tongue. Kate's eyes glazed over and her lips pressed together in a hard line, trying to keep from crying out in pleasure. "Kate?" Wang tried again. "I...I'm..." Kate stammered as I continued to massage her hot inner folds with my tongue. I could tell she was getting close. Really close. Not wanting to force her to cum with Wang staring at her, I eased up, licking lightly up her slit and across her inner thighs, giving her time to reply. She took a deep breath before answering back, "yeah, sorry, I'm fine. The strobes are getting to me tonight I guess. I'll just hunt down some Asprin when we're done here". "Okay gotcha. Hang in there, we will be off soon." And with that Wang turned his attention back to his turntables. I returned my mouth to her clit, sucking on it gently as I easily pushed two fingers deep into her drenched pussy. I alternated between lashing my tongue side to side on her clit and tapping insistently on her g-spot, a combination that never failed to make my gorgeous girl explode. I felt her knees shake uncontrollably as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming deliciously under my tongue. I held her tighter as she came in a series of soft moans and shudders, and I hungrily lapped up the sweet fluid leaking from between her thighs. I loved making Kate come. I could have stayed there all night, but I had to make my getaway before Wang realized I was still down here. I gave her tight ass a light smack before returning her panties to their rightful place on her hips and pulling her skirt down. I waited for a loud bass line in Wang's mix before making my silent exit through the back door of the DJ booth to wait for Kate in the lounge. She came through the lounge door a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed. "Fuck Sammy! That was...incredible!" She said as she sat next to me on the couch. "I'm glad you liked it. I was so turned on I could barely control myself. I totally thought Wang was going to catch us!" I decided the only thing hotter than hearing Kate scream during sex was hearing her try not to. "Meh, Wang is clueless. Still that was a close one! I may have to return the favor sometime, we can find out how good of a DJ you are under pressure!" Kate teased me, sliding into my lap and pressing her knee against my aching pussy. "C'mon beautiful, let's get home before history repeats itself." I was seconds away from ripping off her clothes and having my way with her on the floor of the lounge. She got up off the couch, pulling me with her. "You know, I think you may have a sex addiction" she said over her shoulder as she made for the door. "I'm only addicted to you baby!" I shot back playfully. But when she turned to look at me with those golden eyes again, I knew I really was. Those Eyes Those eyes - You once told me I could tell you anything, yet in all this time I have always been withdrawn, it is my nature, and now we are having issues because you feel I do not express myself and talk to you as I should. You know me Sir, I'm incapable of verbally expressing myself because of my past, so I am writing you this letter, in hopes that you will understand you are everything that I want and need. -——- My dearest Sir, looking into your eyes leaves me wanting, needing and even craving you, and your touch. You make me feel whole, for the first time ever, I can not imagine my life without you in it, you are my everything! The color of your eyes is so calming and relaxing that I feel an inner peace when I look into them; and yet also so beguiling, and enticing that I find myself dripping wet from just looking into your eyes. I find myself wanting, no needing to feel you against my skin, in the simplest of touches, also to feel you filling me; to feel your luscious cock deep inside me. Oh Sir the things you make me want to feel, your hands on my body, bent over the bed as you slide in my pussy from behind; to feel your hands gliding down my spine, over my butt, then vanishing, to suddenly come down again hard on my bare backside. Oh Sir, you make me truly believe in the possibility of forever, I never want to lose the feeling of you next to me, I want to feel your skin touching mine for the rest of my days, to know you desire me, even in with all my faults and flaws. To know that in spite of everything, I can still touch you when I need to, when the nightmares of my past come back to haunt me as they do. Looking into your eyes my dearest Sir, scares away all the demons that haunt me, even if only for a time, I know one day I may be able to conquer my fears, you give me strengths to believe in myself, which is something I have never had. My dearest Daddy, please know that you have my heart, my mind, and even my soul in your safe keeping, I entrust them to you. Your loving baby girl ——— He sits and reads the letter, with his finger casually rubbing over his lower lip, as she sits on the floor before him. He places the letter down on the table next to his chair and he reaches for her. "Come here," he says calmly. Climbing up into his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his chest, afraid to show him her tears. Tilting her head up so he can look into her eyes, he slowly wipes away the tears from one eye, then the other. "Why do you cry?" he asks. "Because I'm scared," she whispers. "Of what?" he asks. "Of losing you," she whispers back. "You wish to stay here, even after everything that has happened?" he asks curiously. "Yes," she whispers back, and tries to wrap her arms around him again. He holds her back just far enough to look into her eyes; when her eyes shift to meet his they are pleading with him. Wrapping both arms around her, he pulls her in close and allows her to snuggle into his chest. "Come to bed with me, please?" she whispers. "Yes," he simply says. She crawls off his lap and stands, he too stands and he takes her hand and walks he up the stairs and into his room. They walk over and stop next to the bed, he turns and tilts her head up and asks "this is what you truly want, you truly want ME?" "Yes" she whispers surely. He pulls her in close, kisses the top of her head, and steps back, holding her at arms length. He runs his hands down her arms, takes her right hand, brings it up to his own mouth and kisses her knuckles and then turns it over and kisses her palm. Gripping her shirt at the hem, he slowly pulls it over her head, and drops it on the floor off to the side, he runs his fingers over her collar bone, down between her breasts, lower still to where her pants sit, and then slowly begins to lower them down her legs, kneeling down so she can step out of them. She stands before him, completely naked, waiting to see what he will do; he slowly reaches up, undoes his tie, then begins to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes follow his hands, as each button is undone, sinking down to the next, and so on. He pulls shirt open, and takes the shirt off, leaving the tie hanging around his neck and tosses it off to the side, then his hands are at his own waist, undoing the button on his pants, slowly sliding down the zipper, as her eyes follow. She takes a deep breath at seeing his naked form as he removes his pants completely; reaching up he pulls the tie from around his neck and says "hands." She raises her hands to him, and he slowly ties the tie around her wrists; she looks up at him questioning. "This is about your pleasure this time, my pleasure will come soon enough. Carefully climb up onto the bed and lay down." he says. She climbs onto the bed, and looks up at him, he motions how he wants her to lay and she assumes the positioning. He kneels before her, and runs his hands up her legs, beyond her knees, and applies pressure as he slides his hands up her thighs, pushing them open further; he wants his shoulders between her legs, and he has wide shoulders. He leans down and runs his tongue gently over the outside of her pussy, causing her to gasp out at the contact. He looks up at her, locks his eyes on her own and lowers his head. Staring her in the eyes, he runs his tongue over her pussy, sucking her inside his mouth, circling her clit with his tongue, sucking that into his mouth as well. She gasps out in pleasure and tries to pull away, the pleasure is so intense, he tightens his hands on her thighs and holds he in place as he feasts on her. Moaning out, she knows better then to lower her hands, she keeps them raised above her head, and wreaths in ecstasy as he brings her closer and closer to an orgasm. He slides a finger inside, twists his wrist just right and she explodes around him, screaming out in sheer pleasure as her body squeezes and caresses his finger as her orgasm rolls thru. Standing suddenly he grabs her hips and pulls her down onto his waiting shaft, impaling himself deeply inside of her, she screams out again as he slides deep inside. He stays still for a moment, so her body can adapt to the intrusion; then he begins to move, sliding in and out of her wet pussy, pulling her back down harder each time, wanting to feel her pussy grasping him, as her body quickly builds up to another orgasm. He begins thrusting harder, deeper and faster, as he knows this first time won't take much, he has been craving her for so long. He reaches down and pinches gently her clit causing her to scream out again, as she is over come and explodes in another orgasm, grasping his cock tighter and tighter. He drives into her three more times, then stills, as his orgasm over takes him, she moans out as he begins filling her pussy with his cum, sending her body flying over the cliff into yet another orgasm, gripping him and squeezing his cock dry. He collapses falling just off to the side, and pulls her into his arms, reaching up, he unites her wrists, and says calmly, "rest now baby girl, I'm not thru with you yet." She snuggles against him, head on his chest as he rolls over onto his back, and snuggles as close as she can get, sighing contently as she falls peacefully to sleep on his chest; knowing that her Daddy still does love her... She wakes suddenly from a dream and looks around quickly, he is there, on his side sleeping peacefully. Carefully she gets up, and goes into the other room, sitting next to the lamp, she pulls out her notebook and begins to write ... *** I can't help but think about you, I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. Simply thinking of you makes me so wet, the thought of running my tongue down your neck, over your chest, around each of your nipples, down your body ... to your delicious middle. Sliding my tongue over you, up you, around and round; sucking you into my mouth. Feeling your body tremble as I suck deep and hard. I want to feel you grip my head, pulling me where you want me by my hair. I want to feel your body tremble as I run my nails up and down your thighs. Feel your hand tighten in my hair, pulling my deeper against you; hear you groan as I suck you deeper into my mouth. I want to feel your soft skin against my tongue, sliding up and down you, over and over. You make me feel things and want things I never felt before, I want to feel your body tremble from my touch, from the way I make you feel. To know that I am capable of pleasing you; to make you crave me, the way I crave you. *** She hears a noise and looks up, to see him leaning against the door frame naked, arms crossed over his chest, watching her. Slowly she puts the notebook down and stands, walking over to him, she stands before him. She looks down at her feet, watching her toes wiggle in concern as she stands before him, knowing she should have stayed in bed; but her mind was racing, even now over things she wanted to do to him. He asks gently, "what were you doing?" She shrugs, "my mind was wandering a millions miles a second, I could not think straight," she whispers. "About?" he asks. "You," she whispers back. "Tell me," he says, the adds, "better yet, show me." She glances up at him, then drops to her knees, taking him in her mouth, and sucking deeply. Sliding his delicious cock, in and out of her mouth, swallowing deeply his magnificent cock. She sucks him, caresses him and strokes him, all with only her mouth, gently running her tongue up and down his shaft, around the tip, tasting him, she slides her tongue down his shaft and licks and sucks gently on his sac, tickling her tongue on that sweet spot just behind the sac, then sliding her tongue back up, tickling again at the sweet spot just between the sac and cock. Running her tongue back up his shaft, circling the tip, then slowly engulfing his entire cock into her mouth, she swallows all of him, racking her fingernails down his thighs as he groans out, then grips her head and begins a steady rhythm of fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. He pulls on her hair, trying to make her release his cock, but she refuses, she knows she will be punished later, but she wants to taste his cum thus night; she tightens her throat; and scratches her nails just a bit harder down his butt, and pulls him closer into her mouth. He growls out and stills, as his orgasm ruptures, and he begins cuming down her throat, as she continues to suck his shaft, sucking all his cum out and down here throat. He pulls her up off her knees, turns and walks back into the bedroom, drags her back into bed, wraps around her, and drifts off to sleep, taking her with him.