0 comments/ 9270 views/ 2 favorites Midnight Call By: txprincess74 As I lay in my bed, naked and sleeping, I get that midnight call from the man I wish I could fuck at least three times a day. He calls and jokingly asks "What are you wearing?" As I slowly start to wake just a little, I know what he wants. When he calls this late at night, I know where this leads. I answer him with an "absolutely nothing". Knowing that this is turning him on, I continue. I am horny and know that he is too. I ask if he's horny. I can tell in his voice that he obviously is. I tell him the door is unlocked and to come on in. I tell him that I will be naked, waiting for him. I know he'll be here in less than 5 minutes. I lay in my bed with my heart racing in anticipation of his late night arrival. As he comes in the door, I can hear him walking lightly. It's exciting to know that he's coming for me. As he comes to the side of my bed, I keep my eyes closed. I feel his breath on the back of my neck. I feel his soft lips touching my skin. I still have my eyes closed just to tease for a bit. Finally, I turn to see him standing next to the bed. I unzip his jeans and let them drop to the floor. I can already see the bulge growing inside and can't wait to feel his hard cock in my hands. I grab his cock in my hands and begin stroking it slowly and watching his face, I tease the tip of his hard cock with my tongue. Licking it up and then down, he starts to moan. He slips his shirt over his head and stands naked in front of me as I start to suck his hard cock. Massaging his balls with one hand and taking it all in my moist, wet mouth, I feel his dick starting to grow harder and larger in my mouth. Mmmmm! He knows how I love that! He grabs my hair and pulls me up on my knees. I like to feel his fingers twisted in my long blonde hair. He teases my nipple with his tongue, and pinches my nipple with his fingers. My nipples are as hard as his cock. I feel his cock pressing against my pussy. He kisses my neck and it's driving me crazy. He tells me to get on my back. He gets down on his knees and teases my pussy with his tongue. Slowly he slides his tongue inside and then back to my clit. I grab the back of his head. Oh my god, is all that I can say. I am moaning and squirming underneath him. He tells me to get on all fours. I submissively obey. Grabbing my breasts from behind, I can feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy. He begins by teasing with just the head. I'm squirming and begging for him to fuck me. He tells me no, not yet. He places his hand firmly on my hips and my back. I can feel him start to move inside my hot, wet pussy. Inching it in slowly and then pulling it all the way out. I am so wet. He tells me how good it feels to be inside me, and how tight my wet pussy is. I ask him to fuck me harder and faster. Flipping me over and I am going to get to ride. I immediately start to take it all in, riding harder and faster as I sit on top. I lean back and place my hands on his thighs for support. The look of ecstasy in his eyes, tells me that I have him in the palm of my hand. He grabs my hips and I start to feel my pussy throbbing. I tell him that I am going to cum. He tells me to go ahead and cum all over his cock. Just as I start to drip my sweet pussy juice all over him, I feel his dick starting to throb and pulsate. I tell him to cum inside me and let me feel it when it shoots inside. That makes him more excited and he grabs my hips. He's fucking me harder and then I feel it, the warm sensation of satisfaction. Slowly I ride him until his body goes limp. While his legs are still twitching, we collapse together with complete gratification. We wait for the next burst of energy to get at it again. This is the great thing about the midnight call. Why can't I get it more often? Midnight Caller Although it was a warm evening, the night air felt chill on Sue’s naked body. Her heart raced within her chest as she knelt upon an oversized beach blanket in her backyard, but the voice of her master had been most demanding, that she be outside this evening and ready to serve him. Sue thought briefly of the madness of the whole situation, and of the incredible risks she was taking, but the excitement of this insane tryst thrilled her, as she had never been before. The moon was full and her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, milky white and aching to be touched. Slowly she raised a scarf to her eyes and tied the blindfold around her head, and sat back on her heels in self- imposed blackness and waited. Though in her forties and a few pounds overweight, the middle aged housewife was still quite attractive. With shoulder length auburn hair, soft blues eyes, and a cute pug nose, these features hardly got the attention that they should of though, for Sue’s most noticeable feature were her incredibly large breasts! Her cantaloupe-sized breasts measured an incredible bra busting 52 EEE! and although Sue had complained most of her life about how difficult it was to buy clothes to fit her, or the backaches that their immense weight caused her, secretly she had always enjoyed the attention that her magnificent jugs had brought her. A bored and lonely stay- at- home wife in a stagnant relationship, when Sue began receiving lurid phone calls when she was home alone, from an anonymous stranger, at first she was unnerved, but still somehow aroused at the idea of a secret admirer. Slowly the stranger wove his way into Sue’s trust, coaxing her to reveal her darkest and most secret fantasies. The bored housewife warmed to her first taste of phone sex, and masturbated shamelessly as she described any sex act her phone stranger told her to. Soon she was dependent on the stranger for sexual gratification, he had uncovered a submissive side of her that she hadn’t known existed. She found herself aching to service him, and unnerved that she was prepared to perform for him. She knew that he was always close by when he called, because he would describe what she was wearing, or know how long she had been away from the house if she were out shopping. This evening, less than an hour after Sue’s husband had left for his 12-8 shift at the plant, the phone rang. Excitement washed over the housewife as she rushed to pick up the phone, in anticipation of the call she was dressed in a sheer short nightie and nothing else. “Hello Sue, have you been waiting for me to call?” Sue glanced down at her gumdrop sized nipples as they strained obscenely against the sheer nightgown, she could already feel the moisture gathering between the lips of her pussy, all this just from the sound of his voice. “Yes, I, I was hoping that you might call.” She answered with a nervous whisper. “You need it so bad, you couldn’t wait for me to call, could you? You’ve barely been able to keep your hands off your breasts, or your fingers out of your pussy waiting for me to call, haven’t you?” Sue couldn’t understand how he could sense her desires so easily, how he knew her needs so well. “Yes.” The housewife answered coyly. “Yes, what?” The man growled into the phone. “Yes, I’ve been going crazy waiting for you to call me, I’m just such a different person when I’m talking to you, I feel like…” “A slut, and you love it, don’t you!” he cut in. It was true, and Sue knew it. She thrilled to the abusive, submissive fantasies that they’d discussed. Being his hot nasty sluttish whore, performing any and all manner of perversion for him, they’re phone fantasies had no bounds, and the darker and more forbidden the better. “Yes, I’m your slut! You can use me anyway you want, fuck my pussy, shove your cock up my ass! Cum on my face, in my mouth!” Sue exclaimed as the slut lust overtook her. “Put me on a dog leash and lead me into a roomful of your friends and let them gangbang me, drench me in they’re cum! “ she groaned. By now Sue had the phone cradled in her shoulder and had one hand mauling one of her huge tits, and the other down between her legs rubbing the juicy lips of her sopping pussy. “God, I’ll suck all they’re cocks and lick their assholes!” Sue whimpered as she worked her cunt into froth. “You are a good slut,” the husky voice replied. “All these years no one has ever known the real Sue, it took a strong powerful man to bring the real you to the surface. How can you repay me for helping you find yourself, maybe I should take you to a black bar and pimp you to a room full of horny black niggers. They’d give a nasty big titted white slut like you a real workout with their big black cocks!” He said tauntingly, thoroughly enjoying the gasps of excitement from Sue’s end of the phone. “Is that pussy of yours good and wet? Let me hear you suck the juices off of your fingers.” The masterful stranger demanded. “Yes, anything you want.” Sue whimpered as she brought her hand up from her pussy and stuffed three slippery fingers into her mouth and slurped on them loudly. Tasting her own juices seemed lewd and depraved, and Sue loved that. “Good slut, now put your fingers back in your pussy and get one good and wet and stick in your asshole!” Growled the voice over the phone. The idea of not following her master’s directions to the letter had never even occurred to Sue, she groaned loudly as her middle finger probed deep into her anus, twisting and poking into the rubbery tight opening. “Now suck that finger, slut!” barked the man. Sue slurped obscenely on her middle finger as she savored the taste of her own pussy and asshole. Any boundaries were cast aside as the middle- aged housewife lost herself in an orgy of sexual debauchery. When all the favor was gone from her finger, Sue put her hand back down between her legs and frantically started strumming her aching clit again. She gasped loudly into the phone as bolts of pleasure jolted through her body, her impending orgasm would be jagged and raw, her need for release almost painful, her clit, and pussy lips achingly sensitive. Her cunt so wet that it squished loudly as her frantic fingers twisted and slapped between the oozing lips. “Stop bitch!” her master’s voice barked over the phone. Startled, Sue’s hand froze between her legs. For a long moment the only sound on the phone was her ragged breathing as the lust driven housewife waited for her master’s permission to finish. “Your not going to cum until you satisfy me, bitch!” growled the voice. “Oh, yes, anything for you, just tell me what you want to hear?” Sue groaned. “Get your hand out of your pussy. Now!” he barked. With an audible sob, Sue withdrew her hand from her crotch, her pussy was throbbing with a dull ache, and she had been so close. “Are you naked?” the voice demanded. Sue looked down at the sheer nightie twisted up above her neck, her huge naked breasts and rounded belly heaving with excitement. “Almost.” She replied. “Now listen carefully,” her Master began. “I want you to strip naked, then I want you to get a towel, and a scarf that you can use as a blindfold, and then I want you to go outside into your backyard and kneel on the towel beside the pine tree, and then tie the scarf over your eyes and wait there for me.” There was a long pause from both ends of the phone, Sue’s heart had skipped a beat as she listened to her Master’s directions, he couldn’t be serious? “ I, I can’t.” the middle-aged housewife gasped. It was insane. Even with the six-foot fence surrounding the backyard, and the cover of darkness, to be out in her yard, naked? “Yes you can, and you will.” The man answered in an alarmingly calm and confident voice. “The time has come for you to service me, to finally feel my cock and taste my cum. What you’ve fantasized about for the last month is now going to become a reality, you know how much you crave this raw nasty sex, and tonight your going to acknowledge that lust. If you deny me tonight, you’ll never hear from me again.” He said matter of factly. “No, please, I can’t” Sue gasped. “Yes you can. No one will see or know but me. You want to please me, don’t you?” “Yes, but I…” “I’ll be in your back yard in ten minutes, if you aren’t exactly as I told you to be, then this is our last conversation.” The voice interrupted, and then the line was dead. Sue stared at the silent phone for a long moment, chewing her lower lip. The feverish heat of passion had left her body glistening with perspiration, and she was embarrassed by her lust. Even as she tried to sort through the insanity of it all, she found herself wondering if one of her husband’s bandana’s would make a good blindfold. It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes before Sue heard the latch open to the gate of the tall wooden fence that surrounded her yard. She cocked her head to the side as she listened to the rustle of shoes coming across the lawn toward her. Sue tried to moisten her lips as her mouth went dry. “Sit up straight!” growled a stern male voice. Sue brought her shoulders back, her incredibly large breasts now proudly on display. Her large gumdrop sized nipples so stiff with arousal, they actually ached. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she felt a firm hand grip the back of her head and pull her face forward into the front of the man’s jeans, she could fell the thick erect penis tenting against the zipper. “You know you want it, take it out and suck it!” the voice growled again. Sue’s trembling hands moved up the man’s thighs, over the massive erection, and found the zipper to his jeans. As she split open the fly the long stiff cock sprang forward and thumped the tip of her nose. She eagerly wrapped a hand around the dramatic girth and tugged at the heavy organ as her other hand came up and cupped the enormous ball sack hanging beneath it. Sue took a deep breath as she prepared to plunge her mouth forward and engulf the throbbing slab of cock, but before she could, strong hands brushed hers away. “Not yet, sit back on your heels.” Came the command. Sue sat in the directed position. Slowly the man gripped the base of his huge cock and began rubbing the large plum shaped head all over her face. The wide blunt tip grazed back and forth across her cheeks, her forehead, chin, lips and nose. The debauched housewife could feel the spongy firm cock-head smear her face with sticky pre-cum as it traversed her features. A firm hand on the back of her head pressed her face forward into the large pair of heavy balls, for a moment the long heavy penis laying aslant her face. Sue breathed deep the heady aroma of the man’s crotch, and shamefully her mouth watered for the feel and taste of the big dick. The juices of her pussy were dripping down her thighs, she wanted desperately to run her fingers into her wet hole and over her clit, but she knew that she must serve first. Slowly the pressure lessened on the back of her head, and as the man’s crotch backed away the long stiff cock slid down the side of her face until the thick cock head rested at the lips of her small mouth. “Now you can suck.” The voice said almost matter-of -factly. Sue opened her mouth as wide as possible and slid her lips forward to engulf the huge head, gorging herself on the immense organ. The massive bulk stretching her lips both frightened and excited her at the same time. The insanity of the whole situation thrilled and terrified her, blindfolded, completely naked, in her own backyard in the middle of the night, sucking the cock of a complete stranger that held some kind of perverse power over her, that transformed her into a submissive slut. It was unbelievable. But all that mattered to Sue at this moment was satisfying the hard prick in her mouth. She rocked back and forth on her knees as she plunged the long thick shaft in and out of her mouth, flirting dangerously with the gag reflex at the back of her throat. A shudder ran through her, as the cock grew thicker still. Then suddenly Sue heard something that paralyzed her in mid-stroke. “You weren’t kidding, she’s really good.” Came a woman’s voice. He wasn’t alone! Some woman was standing there watching her sluttish performance! The debased housewife’s mind screamed inside her head, eyes strained wide open behind the blindfold! “Don’t stop, baby, your doing great!” said the warm soft female voice, as long delicate fingers gently ran through Sue’s hair in a soft caress. “He’s really got a nice, big cock, doesn’t he? Keep sucking baby, nice and deep.” The hand slid to the back of Sue’s head and urged her to move her mouth forward and continue sucking. Circuits overloaded, dazed and confused, Sue found herself sliding her lips back and forth over the swollen penis in her mouth again under the guidance of the woman’s hand. Suddenly, the man’s hips pulled back from Sue and the huge hard-on retreated from her loving mouth. “Here, she’s yours for a couple of minutes, play with her.” The man’s voice said. Sue felt a pair of warm delicate hands cupping her large heavy breasts and gently pressing them together, cupping, squeezing and testing their weight. She realized that the woman was kneeling right in front of her when the woman sighed and Sue could smell her warm sweet breath. “Oh, these are just magnificent!” gasped the woman. Her touch was somehow so much different than a man’s, more knowing and skilled, Sue bit her lower lip as the woman captured each of her nipples in her fingers, and gently rolled them back and forth. Like sexual voltage the sensations traveled from her aching nipples down through her tummy to her pulsating pussy. Carefully the woman rolled Sue’s nipples back and forth as if using them to tune in on her sexual frequency. An open mouthed sigh escaped the housewife’s lips, and the woman pressed her mouth to Sue’s in a passionate kiss. Lost adrift in a sea of sexual debauchery, Sue welcomed the warmth and intimacy of the gentle kiss; her hands came up from the sides of her thighs and touched the woman’s forearms as they’re sweet warm tongues probed hungry mouths. She trembled with anticipation as she felt the woman’s hand leave her breast and drift slowly down over her tummy and through her pubic hair. Sue’s knees slid wider apart, her thighs opened, and she moaned loudly as the female fingertips glided over her throbbing clit and curled upward between her lips and into her wet hole. Those knowing fingers gently poked and stroked the tender, aroused flesh between her legs. Sue was vibrating with need. Suddenly, the woman broke the kiss and pressed her mouth to the side of Sue’s face. “Are you going to cum, baby?” she gasped into Sue’s ear. She was in fact so close that she could barely follow the woman’s words. Back arched, legs straining, gasping for air, Sue spoke for the first time. “Please, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, ”I’m so close, please!” The woman doubled her efforts, and then it happened. The release was so strong that Sue’s whole body rocked and trembled, she convulsed with each wave of pleasure and rode the orgasm like it were a bucking bronco. The ride seemed endless, the bronco tireless, but finally she collapsed forward into the woman’s arms, gasping for breath. “Hey! Your going to spoil her!” snarled the man’s voice. Slowly the woman’s hands released her, and she felt her step away. Sue rested on her knees trying to catch her breath when she felt the hard cock smack against her cheek. Using his meaty shaft like a huge blunt tipped paintbrush, the man smeared pre-cum all over Sue’s face, and then roughly gripped a handful of the housewife’s hair and stuffed the long thick penis into her mouth! The lesbian sex show had been very exciting to watch, and Sue’s master was dangerously close to orgasm. She rocked back and forth on her knees guided by her burning scalp as he jammed his enormous cock in and out of her throat in long slow strokes. Sue’s eyes bulged wide open under the blindfold as the man’s huge slab of meat plowed into the back of her throat, gagging her with each thrust. She gagged, gulped and swallowed as best she could as her mouth and throat were suddenly flooded with a torrent of warm, thick, pasty cum. As the debauched housewife gagged and gurgled with the immense load, the flood quickly became too much for her, overflowing her lips and oozing down her chin to splatter on her huge aching breasts in creamy droplets. Finally finished, the man slowly withdrew his still thick rubbery cock from his slave’s mouth and, as an afterthought wiped his cum smeared prick off with Sue’s hair. Sue sat back on her knees swallowing desperately, trying to clear the thick cloying paste out of her mouth and throat. Between her gasps she heard the rustle of her master’s jeans, and then the sound of his zipper going up. “You did good, count to 100 before you get up and go inside. I’ll call you again soon.” Came her master’s voice. Sue sat and listened to the gate close, she sat for a long time. Her body was coated with a fine sheen of perspiration and now she began to feel chill in the night air. As she slowly came back to her senses, she replayed the insanity of the evening over in her head. Had she lost her mind to indulge in such incredibly lewd behavior? Evidently, for Sue masturbated there on the blanket to another powerful orgasm before removing her blindfold and heading into the house on unsteady legs. Into the house, to wait for the phone to ring again. Midnight Caller The soft trill of the bedside telephone startles me awake. I roll over and blearily un-dim the time display on the clock radio. Jesus! 12.10am! Who on earth…? The ‘phone is still ringing. I pick up the handset. “Hello…?” I say warily. I never give my name. A woman living by herself is always vulnerable. There is no response from the other end, just the light sound of someone breathing. A cold chill invades my stomach. “Hello… Is anybody there?” I say more stridently, hoping that the rising tide of panic does not show up in my voice. This could be one of those dorks in my class at College fooling around. I am beginning to get angry now. “Look, I’m going to put the ‘phone down! And if you call back again, you will have to deal with my husband!” The male voice on the other end of the line is pitched very low. “Fleur, it’s me…” “Daddy…?” “Yes…sorry if I scared you honey. I couldn’t sleep and rang you on an impulse. Then, when I heard you answer, I felt kind of stupid…” ‘Are you okay? Is everything all right?” “Yes, I’m fine…” “Is it Mum? Is there something wrong with her?” “No, don’t worry, she is fine as well…fast asleep in fact…” “Snoring?” “I’m afraid so…” My mother’s menopause arrived unusually early and with it a glandular disorder that saw her shoot from a petite size ten to a bloated caricature who is hardly able to walk; all in the space of about six months. Poor Mum can only sleep on her back, which causes her to snore loud enough to wake the dead. Dad has taken to sleeping in the lounge of our two-bedroom house as a result. “Are you downstairs?” ‘Ummm, no…I hope you don’t mind… I’m in your room… That’s why I needed…it smells so much of you…your perfume that is…what’s it called again?” A small shiver of pleasure ripples through me that you are calling me from my room at home. “Come on, Daddy! You know full well what perfume it is! You buy it for me after all!” It is a little joke you and I endlessly tease each other with; one of many that makes Mum complain, “You two have a little secret society going!” “Oh, okay then…” I can hear the pleased laughter in your voice. The perfume is Revlon’s ‘Charlie’. Significant, because your first name is Charlie – to me alone. To everybody else in the world you are ‘Charles’. If anyone dares to transgress, the icy stare from your bright blue eyes will freeze their bones to the marrow. You once frightened Mum’s brother Clem with it so much one day when he and Auntie Jane came over for a barbecue, he fled to the bathroom and threw up. “So, what are you doing in my room?” “Just visiting…” “Just standing there…or sitting down?” “A little bit more than sitting…” Another small thrill of excitement surges through me at the thought that you may be stretched out on my bed. I know that you sleep in a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. “Lying down then?” “Yes…I guess you could say that… And how’s my little girl getting on at The Big University? Is she looking after herself properly?” “Of course I’m looking after myself, Daddy! And my studies are going well.” “That’s good. Quite the social life I suppose, with lots of boyfriends?” “Not really, Daddy, and no, not lots of boyfriends…” My socialising with the other students is just about zilch. I am so glad I don’t have to stay in the Halls of Residence! I find most of the other girls in my freshman year to be a bunch of silly ninnies. And the guys are all beer swilling morons with whatever brains they may have, dangling between their legs. You and Mum scrimped and saved for many years to get me here so I can study for my Earth Sciences degree, and you are covering the rent for the tiny two-room apartment I am in now as well. So what if the others think I am stuck-up? I am here to work hard and repay you both for the sacrifices you have made to get me a good education. I finish, “…not even one boyfriend.” “Not even one! I find that very hard to believe…a lovely girl like you…” “Would you like me to be going out with lots of guys then?” You are silent for what seems like a long time. At last you mutter, “No…not at all.” Warmth stirs in my belly. I am curious about your situation there. I ask you: “So you are laid out on my bed…is the light on?” “Just the little lamp by the side of the bed…when did you put the pink bulb in it? And, ahem, I am not exactly ‘laid out’ on your bed…” I don’t have to guess. You are under the covers; inside the snug cocoon where I spent so many nights as a young girl and teenager, with my fingers exploring the slippery wetness while I imagined…daydreamed… ‘And…?” You chuckle softly; “Your entire collection of teddy bears is looking at me accusingly for being here…” The warm glow in my belly bursts into a hot flame. You have always had that effect on me, for as long as I can remember. I take a deep breath. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. My nipples tingle. ”And…?” “It’s a very warm night…” I can hardly say the words. My voice comes out as a high-pitched squeak, “Nothing at all?” “Absolutely nothing…” You are lying naked in my bed. You simply have to have an erection! I must share this with you! I drop the handset onto the counterpane beside me whilst I struggle frantically out of my PJs and then my panties. Nude at last, I kick the covers to the foot of the bed, tipping the handset onto the floor in the process. I scrabble around in the dim light and eventually find it hiding right underneath the bed. My breathing comes in ragged gasps as I bring it back to my lips. “Are you still there?” “Of course! What was all that about?” “I am the same as you…” “Oh gosh! I wish I could see you…” “You will have to imagine…what I am doing now…” My thighs fall apart of their own accord. Their soft inner flesh gleams palely in the faint glow from the clock radio. “Tell me you are opening your legs…” “My legs are open…” “I have always wanted to see you like that, you must be so beautiful…” I feel moisture leak from my sex and slide slowly down between my buttocks. “You remember what my figure looks like that well?” “You have only been away a couple of months. Besides, I am cheating…I have the photographs from the boat here with me…of you in your swimming costumes and bikinis…all of them, right from when…” You inherited the old clinker-built, yawl-rigged, two-berth sailing yacht from Granddad when he died. Mum hates the water, but you and I love it. We spent hours alone together, sailing and fishing…well, you would fish while I sunbathed. My fingers trail down over my trembling belly and find the springy curls of my bush. The trickle between my thighs is now a small flood. I twirl my hairs in my fingertips. “Daddy…have you always wanted to look at me with no clothes on?” “Always…” “Even when I was only…?” “Yes, even then…and then you began to bud and it became ever more difficult not to do something more than just take pictures of you…but I think you know that already, don’t you?” “How did you guess?” “Sometimes, when you undid the straps so that you wouldn’t have a bikini line on your back, you would lift up slightly on your elbows to say something to me…and give me glimpses of your lovely young breasts…” “I remember you knocked yourself out one day…” That day you got to see all of my breasts! I was teasing you so much; you accidentally put the boat into a gibe. The mainsail boom swung across without you noticing and struck you on the side of the head. When you collapsed to the cockpit floor, I was afraid you were badly hurt and, forgetting my nakedness, I rushed to your aid. When you came to, I was cradling your head on my bare chest. I don’t think you got to see much of my boobs though, your eyes looked really out of focus! You laugh softly and say and ruefully, “Waking up to find my face resting on your lovely warm little pillows was like being in heaven. I would like to have stayed there all day, but you let out a squeal when you realised I had come to and ran back to the bows again to cover yourself up.” My fingers dive in among my hot, plump folds. They find and caress my clit, sending delicious sparks up my spine. “I was so young…and embarrassed because my boobs were so tiny…” “You were perfect…I’ll bet you still are.” My belly feels full…heavy. My nipples harden tautly in the night air. I have to know… “Did you ever want to touch me as well as look?” “Always… You wouldn’t believe the number of times I nearly took you down below, to where no-one else could see us…” “Why have you waited so long to tell me all this…and why right now?” “Because you were still a young teenager then…I was afraid you would hate me for saying such things…wanting to do such things to you… You are old enough now… I miss you so much…” “I wasn’t too young to put my hands down under my bedclothes, where you are now, and touch myself while I pretended it was you…” “Oh, my sweet darling, I know…I found a little notebook you kept…” I should be blushing madly from you looking at the little record book I kept in my early teenage years of the number of times I masturbated and how many times I came, but instead I am pleased that you know that I did. No names are mentioned, but the references to the boat; ‘the big bulge in his shorts’; my wishing I could be ‘enfolded in his powerful arms’; and wanting to ‘feel his muscular chest pressing against mine as he strips me naked’, leaves no doubt about whom I was writing. “Daddy, that day, if I had run into the cabin instead…would you have followed me?” “I would have wanted to know if you were all right…” “And if you had found me lying on one of the bunks waiting for you?” “I would have…” “Yes…?” “I would have plucked up my courage and kissed your lips. And then, if you had responded, I would have admired your perfect little breasts and then kissed them and your tiny nipples until they swelled in my mouth…” “And then?” “I would have kissed every inch of your soft warm tummy while you and I between us peeled off your bikini bottoms and slid them down your thighs…” My legs are spread as wide as I can pull them now. I suddenly remember that I can put the telephone on speaker mode. Now with both hands unencumbered, I am free to slide my left index finger languidly in and out of my sopping channel while I circle and gently tease my clit with the same finger of my right hand. The sheet beneath my bottom must be soaking wet! “If you were willing, I would have parted your knees…” I would have been so, so willing! “Ooooh, Daddy, I can almost feel you doing it! What would you have done next?” “And I would have kissed your springy golden curls and then gone down with my tongue into your juicy, delicious little pussy, and lapped up your nectar until…” “Would you have asked me to touch you?” “Afterwards…after I had made you cum with my mouth…” Your description almost makes me cum right now, but I fight it off. “I would have wanted to be the one to undo your shorts, Daddy, and pull them down…while you knelt over me so that I could see and touch everything!” “And while you were touching me, my darling, I would have returned to your pussy with my fingers…to prepare you… “Daddy, I am touching my pussy now…are you…?” “Of course…” “You would have had sex with me?” “We would have made love together…” A bolt of lightening flashes through me, and my belly convulses. “How…” I gasp, “How would we have done it?” “I wouldn’t have wanted to crush you with my weight. And I would have wanted to see you still…to be able to touch your body at the same time as… I would have got you up onto your hands and knees… Then I would have asked you to take hold of my…” “Your cock…” “My cock and guide it into the little nest…” “Into my cunt, Daddy…” “Yes, darling, into your lovely tight little cunt…” I scoot onto my knees with my cheek resting on the pillow, with my lips close to the bedside cabinet and the telephone base unit. Moaning feverishly, I plunge two then three fingers past my wide-stretched pussy lips, deep into my slippery entrance! I am not a virgin. To my eternal regret, a half-drunken, sweaty, awkward, bloodily painful and smelly episode in the back seat of Dominic Wilson’s Chevy Hotrod after the Senior Ball at High School saw to that. It was such an embarrassing disaster, Dominic and I couldn’t even bring ourselves to speak to each other again afterwards, let alone try it again. It would have been so much better, so much more loving and tender with you! “I can feel you, Daddy! I can feel your big hard cock sliding into my tight cunt, stretching the walls and opening me up. You feel so wonderful! So big and powerful! Give me all of you, deep inside me! Take me! Make me yours!” I work my fingers inside me, grinding my clit on my palm and calling on you to run your hands all over me, to fuck me, to bury yourself in me and to fill my womb with your hot seed. A keening tension takes over my entire body. My thighs shake; my breasts and belly cry out for release. I ache from wanting you, to share the cataclysm with you as one being! I hear you call out, “Fleur!” and I cum. A firestorm of pleasure crashes through me. I collapse, lying prostrate on the bed with my fingers still buried deep in my convulsing channel. I know I am dribbling into my pillow, sobbing and calling out words, but I have no idea what I am saying. It seems as if it is taking hours for the clamour within me to subside to a luxurious, warm, heavy glow, yet I know, in reality, only a few minutes have passed. Smiling smugly to myself and stretching like a sun-dazed cat, I roll onto my back. My hair clings to my forehead in sweaty strands. The insides of my thighs are slick with my moisture. The bedsheet feels sticky and wet under my back. “Jesus, Fleur! I felt that from here!” I feel ripe, as if my skin is stretched to bursting point, as if you have just impregnated me. I whisper softly, “Then imagine how it was for me!” “I can’t…I don’t think any man can experience such intensity…” “Daddy, did you…?” “Oh yes!” You laugh quietly, “I’m afraid I made quite a mess of your sheets.” “Leave them on the bed like that. I will wrap them around me when I next come home and know you are next to my skin.” We lie quietly, listening to each other’s breathing. When you break our silence, your voice startles me: “Fleur…it’s Friday tomorrow…Mum will be glad to get rid of me for a while…I could leave work early and drive up…I would be with you by seven-thirty…we could have two nights and almost two whole days together…” “Yes…!” “You are sure?” “You will be hungry when you arrive. What would you like to eat?” “Just you…” My fingers slide back between my legs as the urgent heat flashes back into my groin. I let out a small moan and you guess what that means, because you murmur warmly: “Fleur, my darling, don’t wear it out before I get there!” I find my clit and the wonderful sparks begin again. You will love me once more tonight and then I will wait for you. “Don’t worry, Daddy…I’ll be ready…!” Midnight Caller After yet another unfulfilling night at Perry's, I came home to try to sleep. I wasn't horny and not generally in the mood for any shenanigans. So when Kenneth messaged me, I tried to dissuade him. I like Kenneth, but there's never any intercourse so our encounters always end with his cum going down my throat. Which is by no means a bad thing, I just wasn't in the mood. Eventually he convinced me to let him come over. I cat napped for the 20 minutes it took him to drive and didn't answer the door when he arrived. He walked in and wasted no time jumping into bed with me. I had showered, shaved and enemized and had put on a sheer little nightie. After a quick hello, his fingers found my nipples and began pinching and pulling them. The brevity with which my cunt became sopping wet astounded even me. He pulled the nightie off so now I had no protection. I was writhing and whining as he pinched mercilessly. I begged him to allow me to rub my clit so I could get some relief, but he would not consent. I had my hands clenched above my head, my back was arching and collapsing. My panties were soaked through. I was moaning loudly and begging for permission that was never granted. He would suck on one nipple, pulling it with his teeth and biting hard while fingers worked the other. I nearly came from the torture alone. After the eternity of about 5 minutes he relented and moved his hand down to my soaked pussy. He forced my legs apart and began spanking my pussy through the wet panties. I had not been giving permission to get that wet and was due for some discipline. The wetness made the smacks sting ever so much and I resisted. But every time my legs closed and had to be put back into place, the slaps were harder. So I bit my lip and took my punishment. Kenneth is especially sadistic. He slapped at my cunt in just such a way to make me squirt all over his hand and my bed. Short, directed blows and I was a fountain. Regretfully, I was an unapproved fountain and was punished even more for not asking permission to cum. He was enjoying my misery mixed with pleasure. The drenched panties came off and two fingers were pushed roughly inside me. Kenneth is not a small man and his fingers are no exception. They filled me in every direction and immediately went to work. I released over and over again. Each time, he would bring his fingers to my mouth and I would suck them off greedily before they were reinserted. Were I ever stranded in the wilderness with a companion, I'm fairly certain my pussy could provide hydration for at least a week. My cache of juices seemed never-ending. My sheets, mattress, clothing, his hand, everything was dripping. After he felt I'd had enough, he bade me kiss and suck his ear and neck. And whisper in his ear how much of a slut I was and how much I loved having him hurt me. If he thought I wasn't convincing enough, I got a smack across the ass. Not that I really minded the spanking, but it was turning me on saying dirty things. I did love him hurting me, my pussy had drenched itself from a pretty decent amount of pain in a very sensitive area. I was a little pain slut. So I kissed and sucked his flesh while grinding against him. I wanted more. Asking for more got me not only a sharp smack, but an order to pleasure him even more. So I made my way down between his legs and began licking his flaccid penis like a lollipop. He'd ordered me not to suck since I'd told him I wasn't in the mood to suck when he'd messaged me. So I licked and licked, wanting to suck, but fearful of disobeying orders. Ultimately, my mouth gravitated to his cock like a magnet to metal and I began sucking. I glanced up, awaiting reproach, but none was given. He grew hard in my mouth as moved up and down. I used to hate sucking cock, but I truly do love it now. It's a peaceful, repetitive motion and I strive to please each man completely. I want to be the best little cocksucker he's ever had. I knew Kenneth was enjoying this and I expected him to make me finish him off, but he pulled me up. I'd been complaining about his need to shave which apparently was being a brat. So I was put over his lap. The spanking was hard but very pleasant. Although my face was pushed down into the puddle on my bed which was cold and wet but smelled and tasted of my cum so that was fine with me. His big hands could cover an entire ass cheek at a time as his swats rained down. I squirmed a bit, but was promptly pinned down. He pushed my legs apart and swatted at my pussy lips and my asshole. This hurt worst of all and I was very vocal, squealing and whimpering. Despite all of that, I was still getting wet again which he took note of. This time he pushed one finger inside my cunt and another in my ass and began pumping relentlessly. My orgasm was almost instantaneous and I soaked his hand once again. I'd definitely not had permission to do that. He jerked my head up by my hair and shoved his fingers into my mouth. Then he pushed my face down to the wet sheets and made me lick at my own cum. I apologized for being an overeager slut, I couldn't help myself. It just felt too good. After a few more swats, I was ordered to resume sucking. So I assumed a psudo-69 position with him. I could suck him and his fingers had easy access to my holes. He drove two of them deep inside me as I swallowed his cock. He knew it was agony, trying to focus on not allowing myself to cum while still trying to suck his cock as he deserved and I was failing. Another orgasm rippled through my body, but I never stopped sucking. Then he added a finger to my asshole and all hope was lost. I sucked for as long as I could, but eventually the attention was too much and I stopped to selfishly enjoy my own release. This received a sharp smack and a rough pushing down of my head. I was going to make him cum before he made me cum again. He held my hand down and thrust up into my mouth, fucking my slutty mouth like we both wanted. His fingers were still inside me but thankfully not moving at all, just plugging me. He thrust were more rapid and he moaned a little, I knew he was close. I clamped my mouth on his dick like a vacuum, eager to drain him of every drop. Oh I was rewarded beautifully. Stream after stream of hot cum filled my mouth and a little dripped down my chin. After I'd milked every drop out, I turned around to smile at him, my face messed up and mouth filled with the lingering taste of his seed. He scolded me slightly for it taking so long, but I knew he was pleased. It is always a good night when I can fulfill my needs by fulfilling those of my partner.