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Storytime

By: Toqueme



Heart pounding and stomach in my throat, I stood in front of your door. I should not be here, this was nuts. The whole string of events that had led me to be standing here was crazy. It felt unreal. I was so nervous I was close to panic. No way, I couldn't make myself knock.

Turning away from your door to leave, I caught myself. When would I ever have such a dare dangled in front of me again? For me to decline and slink away or to accept. There was a time I wouldn't have blinked twice. That seemed so long ago, a myth of the person I had become.

I reminded myself that I kept my impulsive nature tightly reigned for good reason. For every amazing experience, there was a consequence. Some consequences were a blessing, some disastrous. Many chances I had passed up, too cautious, and later regretful. I should let this one go too. Could I? Would I wish I had? No, I'm here. I had decided to do this; I couldn't back out now. Besides, my curiosity burned too bright.

I faced your door and raised my hand to knock. The uncertainty, dread, and most powerful, the excitement churned like a tempest within me. I jerked, startled when a raven began cawing harshly from his perch atop a streetlight by the sidewalk. A fresh infusion of adrenalin shot through me, inducing faint nausea. Oh geez, no way, I can't do it. I lowered my hand and wiped it on the skirt of my dress. This was too nerve wracking.

I looked up at the raven, persistent in his raucous cry. "Well, hello Corvid. Something to tell me? Probably I should just go home?" The bird was huge. He went silent, cocked his head at me and ruffled out his feathers, making him look even bigger and somewhat stodgy. 

Your door swung open and I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Your brown hair was sticking up in odd angles, like maybe you'd been wearing a hat earlier. You were in a faded gray tee shirt, soft black running pants with white stripes down the legs, and no shoes. You looked amused.

"Out here talking to yourself?" You surveyed the driveway behind me. "You coming in or not?"

"Um, yeah." Flushing, I managed a nervous smile and avoided eye contact. I wasn't about to admit I'd been addressing a bird. I decided it was better for you to think I was talking to myself.

You remained in the doorway as I crossed your threshold, making me pass within inches of you. Even darting to get past quickly, I felt the radiating warmth of your body and caught the scent of the soap you'd used. My heart was galloping in my chest. Wow, I needed to get a hold of myself. Standing just inside your house, I took a deep breath, not sure exactly what to say. I could hear the raven begin another series of loud opinions and resisted the urge to look out at him again.

"You made it. I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation." Your face remained impassive, but the warmth in your voice seemed genuine. It calmed me somewhat.

"I, uh, yeah, um, thanks for inviting me." Oh so smooth, I thought, wincing inwardly. 

"Please, come on in," You closed the door. The thud of it shutting and click of the latch seemed unnaturally loud to me. 

I wondered, yet again, why you showed even a remote attraction to me. Awkward and quiet and nowhere near the caliber woman I expected would command your attention. I was curvy and maybe cute in a bookish way, but nothing special. I glanced down at the breezy cotton sun dress that adorned me. It buttoned down the front and emphasized the ample swell of my chest and hips. I knew what I looked like and so my bewilderment remained. Why would someone like you even look twice at me? Did I truly want to know? I wasn't sure.

You gestured for me to follow you. My sandals clacked down the beautiful hardwood floor of the short hallway as I trailed behind you. You padded silently on bare feet. I admired how your old, soft tee shirt stretched to accentuate the lines of your straight shoulders, hinting at the muscles moving beneath.

You showed me in to the living room. Two overstuffed couches faced an unlit fireplace and colorful rugs covered part of the wood floor. I could see the kitchen and small dining area through a wide doorway on the far side of the room. You walked over to a small bar along the wall and set two Collins glasses on the counter. 

"I have lemonade, water, sodas, beer and several varieties of liquor. What would you like?"

"What are you having?" I really wanted something strong enough to tame the squirrels chasing each other in my tummy, but I didn't want to seem like a lush.

"Something hard?" You cocked your head, eyes questioning. I failed to avoid them and was ensnared. Blue like the desert sky at midmorning. Your words took a different shape in my mind. Fuck me. My mouth went dry and I tried to swallow. You held up a bottle of Wild Turkey with a glint to your eyes that told me that had all been intentional.

"Yes, please." My voice squeaked a little and I grimaced at myself. I hoped the liquor was strong enough. Those squirrels had gotten into some espresso. 

I watched your hands as you poured us each a generous dose. They bore a sparse network of scars and scrapes that stood out in their paleness on your tanned skin. Defined and precise in their actions, I wondered if your hands felt as rough as they looked. I bet so. Hands that looked as if they had worked long hours likely were. I thought about how it would feel if you touched me with those hands. Would they feel coarse on my skin? The thought ran a little shiver through me.

You handed me my drink. I took it, grateful for something to do with my hands. Looking anywhere but at you, I searched for something to say. I had no idea how to begin. I still felt surreal, like this wasn't really happening. I took a long swallow of liquor. It burned all the way down to my stomach where it bloomed into mellowing warmth. Oh, that was nice. I took another, smaller drink.

"So," I began, an attempt to break the silence, but failed to find words to continue as soon as you met my eyes expectantly.

"So." A conspiratorial smile on your lips paired with the greedy glint to your eyes created a conflicting mixture of calm and apprehension within me. You looked down at your glass and I breathed a bit easier without that direct gaze on me. "Welcome to my place. Let me give you a tour."

I nodded and you led me from the living room through the open doorway. The kitchen was large with smooth, gray granite counters. To the side was a small dining room. 

"Here's my kitchen. And the dining area. And through here," You continued through to another small room. "Is the sitting room. And my office."

Large windows dominated the room. Dark blue curtains were tied back and the room was awash with slanting light from the setting sun. There were several comfy looking chairs facing the windows and a tall bookcase full of books stood next to the door. The far wall had a desk with a laptop on it and some papers. The desk also faced the view. I walked over to the windows and looked out on a nice sized back yard was fenced with oleander, blooming pink and white. Beyond were hills that rolled off into the distance, dotted with oaks. The sun was a red ball making for the hills.

"Nice." I turned to you and smiled, "I love this view."

"Yeah me too."

With the light streaming in around us I noticed fine shards of palest yellow and slivers of darker blue scintillate in your irises. When you looked back at me and the light hit your eyes from the side, they turned to turquoise. The color was striking, but more so was always the intensity and directness of your gaze. It was the intellect and humor that lit them from within that made them so engaging; always seeming to be cataloging, assessing, and perceiving the depths beyond the surface. I busied myself with another sip of my drink. I felt that one. The liquor spread tendrils of mellow warmth from my gut to my limbs and up my spine.

Deciding to investigate, I moved through the room from light to shadow and back to light. I touched the backs of the upholstered chairs and ran my fingertips along the cold, smooth wood of the desk. I paused in a shaft of sunlight. I felt the warmth of the rays penetrate my skin and sink into my bones. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

Much too bright though, I thought, for this task. I rounded the desk, passing back into the shadows and instantly missed the feel of the light on my skin. The darkest corner of the room was far too lit for my comfort. I longed for the concealing cloak of night and darkness.

You were watching me make the circuit of your room. My exploration ended near your laptop, the screen dark and empty. I wondered if you had spent any late nights in this room, your face lit by the screen's glow as you read my words.

"I enjoyed your stories. I'm glad you shared them with me." Your voicing of the subject of my thoughts snatched me out of my brief reverie and sent a cold shock through me. You, so casually, spoke of one of my darkest secrets.

"Well, thank you. They're fun." I blushed, definitely unable to look at you now. "They're meant to be, uh, enjoyable."

I wrote erotic stories. Porn, really. Erotica was too elegant a word for the carnal little vignettes that I enjoyed spinning. Even calling them short stories was stretching truth, without much character or plot to speak of; little episodes of sexual depravity. They were merely moments of mingled truth and fantasy woven for my own sheer enjoyment, breaks from my more mundane fiction and technical writing. On impulse, I'd told you about them and then had promptly wished I'd kept my mouth shut.

Your immediate interest had been sharp, which was flattering. And bewildering, especially when you contacted me later about them. 

"I liked the stories," you had said, "Would you read one to me?" 

"What??" I remembered the feeling of absolute shock. "Like record it or something?"

"No," you had said, your voice so serious through the phone. "I want you to read your story to me here, in person."

I'd told you that I had to think about it. I had been in denial for at least a week. A few more days were spent processing that you had really asked this of me, and then I decided to do it. I still did not really believe you were serious. What if you were? My body began to thrum in response to the notion.

I muted it as best I could. Again I wondered, why me? My thoughts whispered the most obvious answer, easy prey. Here I was, a middle-aged woman, quiet and reserved and too far separated from my last adventure. I'd been good for so long and it had netted me nothing but the worst period of my life. I was blindly trudging my way out of that icy darkness when I noticed you. 

After a taste of your charisma, my interest was caught when few things were able to hold my regard. When your casual banter became flirtatious, you gained my full and startled consideration. Now I was here, lured in by my own insatiable curiosity. I knew I was likely a dupe, anecdotal fodder for the next frat party. You were past frat parties. Okay, boys at the bar night. Whatever. My appetite for new experiences had driven me here anyway. Fool that I am.

"So where did you want me?" I kept my tone firm hoping I appeared bold and sure. When I realized how my ill-considered words sounded, I felt my face light on fire. 

The idea of reading my own words out loud for you was terrifying. None of those writings were fit for such close scrutiny, the words said out loud, exposing every trite sounding sentence, every corny turn of phrase, or lame lines of dialog. I pushed those thoughts away. If I let them continue, I would have to bolt. Oh hell, why was I doing this? I need more liquor. I drained the last dregs from my glass.

"How about in here? Will this work for you?" You spoke while moving towards me, stopping too damned close again. You had to be doing that on purpose. You looked at my empty glass. "More?"

"Yes. Please. Just a little."

Taking my glass, you excused yourself and left the room. I reminded myself of my plan, my self-imposed limits. Holy hell, I was doing this. In a few moments you reappeared, handing me my drink with an easy, infectious smile. I smiled back, gathering myself with a deep breath.

"So. You've enjoyed reading my stuff." I raised my eyebrows, questioning. Your smile broadened. "And you want me to read something to you." It wasn't really a question. There was only one question I truly had.

"Yes." I hadn't expected you to answer. Your smile was gone but not the one in your eyes. Goddamn. Does he know how that affects people? I wondered.

"Okay. So, but," My throat caught, my mouth was so dry. I took a sip of my drink. "Why?" There, I asked.

You cocked your head and studied me for a moment. Taking a swallow of your own drink and setting it down, you leveled that gods be damned look that said there was nothing polite going on behind those eyes. I fought to look away and failed. I struggled to keep my pulse under a semblance of control and consciously steadied my breathing.

"Because I think it would be fucking hot."

Holy hell. I think he might be serious. You studied me while my stomach did several somersaults. I looked down at my drink.

"Well. In that case. Um, how shall we proceed?"

My nerves were strung too tight. My pulse raced and dread warred with excitement. I reprimanded myself for being so susceptible, gullible. He's not even my type, I thought. I'd learned long ago to avoid the sporty, athletic looking guys. Jocks and frat boys were not the sort to turn my head. I gravitated towards a completely different variety of male. 

So, why then was I here? Why did you draw me in? When you decided to be, you were near irresistible. Your particular manner, intelligence, and abundance of charisma made you fascinating. Also, excellent creative fodder for my recalcitrant imagination.

I watched you walk over to the chairs and move one of them so that it sat in front of the window. You adjusted the chair's position so that it faced another chair. Sunlight slanted in at a sharper angle now, casting you in a golden nimbus. Your tan skin seemed ablaze in the setting sunlight. You patted the back of the chair.

"I'd like you to sit right here and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

You left the room and I stood very still for a moment, steeling myself. Just words, I thought, just reading some words aloud. Story time at the library, that's all. The image of sitting at the library reading one of my torrid stories aloud made me snort with amusement. I sipped from my glass and set it on the tiny table within reach of my assigned chair. I felt the tingle in my ears and lips and knew I was close to drunk, but not quite. It was easier to shove down my anxiety.

I seated myself in the chair, crossed my legs and sat back. The chair was comfortable, wide and cushy with padded arms. Taking some deep, calming breaths, I tried to push away my fear, trepidation and dread of the anticipated mortification. By the time you reentered the room, I had righted myself.

"I printed it out. I want you to read this one." You handed me some stapled pages and set a bottle of water down next to my drink on the little side table within reach. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I said as I perused the document. The pages were worn and creased near the staple where they had been folded back. They appeared smudged in spots and there was a partial stain from the bottom of a coffee mug near the title. I read the title and froze, my insides flashing cold then hot. I had written this one specifically about you. Fuck. Worst case scenario.

"It's fine." I said faintly. I looked up to see your wolfish grin aimed at me. I could not help but smile back, though I was unsure how confident I looked. Steeling myself, I knew I couldn't back out now. Fuck, why'd you pick this story? More than anything at that moment, I wished I could disappear.

"I'll sit here," you said and suited action to words by settling into the chair opposite me. "Do you need anything else?"

I shook my head and took my time pulling my legs up into the seat of my chair, folding them beneath me. I arranged my long skirt so that it wasn't bunched up, trying to get as comfortable as possible. I took another deep breath, opened the water bottle and drank. Oh boy, here I go.

"Whenever you are ready."

Um, never? I thought as a fresh wash of nerves rushed through me. No, I can do this. They are just words. Goddam. Shit. Crap. Okay, just go. I read aloud the title and my pen name. Glancing at you, I saw the barest smile curving your lips, your eyes intent on me. My heart was going to pound right out of my chest. I hated the way the sheaf of paper in my hands shook, betraying my anxiety.

I cleared my throat and began to read the story. My voice shook and sounded tight and forced to my own ears. I despised the sound of my voice. Why couldn't I at least have one of those sultry, butterscotch voices? I continued to read, wincing at every stale passage, my face on fire. I didn't dare look at you. Doing my best not to read too fast, I tried to pace the story as if it belonged to someone else and every word uttered was not tortured embarrassment. I made it through the expository passages and tried not to think of how I would get through the next bits. Or the raw bits after that.

"Hold it there." You halted me mid-sentence.

Glancing up, I saw you getting out of your chair and walking the few steps over to me. You leaned forward and I froze as your hand brushed my cheek as you tucked my hair behind my ear. Damn, I'd been hiding behind that.

Your skin felt warm and dry and the feel of your touch lingered on my cheek. I should have said no touching, I thought. Touching is dangerous; I'm too damned sensitive to it. I struggled in vain to control my pulse as your fingers found the top button of my dress and undid it. You continued on to undo several more buttons. Your body radiated warmth and I caught the clean scent of your skin. Your knuckles grazed me with every breath I took. My whole body had tensed and I had to fight my instincts in order to stay sitting in my chair. Finally, you gently folded back the top of my dress to expose the swell of my breasts and most of the white satin bra that bound them.

"There. That's better." You said, standing back to admire your work. You pulled your tee shirt off over your head before sitting back in your own chair.

I failed to avert my eyes. Fit and tan and solidly masculine, oh my. I wanted to run my hands through the fur of your chest and down your flat stomach. The delicious trail that led from below your navel down into the black waistband of your pants beckoned me. That was a path I wanted to explore. My hands itched with want.

The soft fabric of your pants failed to conceal your burgeoning arousal. The images of the things I wanted to do to you invaded my mind before I could halt them. I could entertain myself all evening just discovering what you respond to, how quickly I could take you from your present state of interest to where you were so hard and achingly ready to explode and begging me to keep going. Desire bloomed between my thighs, fighting to overwhelm my anxiety. I tore my mind away from such thoughts and back to my assignment.

Burying my face in the pages, I picked up where you'd interrupted. I tried not to think of the words as I read them with a shaking voice. The pages trembled in my hands, my whole body tense and strung too tight. As I approached the key exploits in the story I had to stop and take a drink.

I steadied myself, dreading this part especially, trying to block the critical self-doubts of how this sentence sounds versus how it could sound. Or how it should be deleted altogether. I vowed silently to never again submit words that I had not first read aloud to myself. This was a severe lesson in post editing. These thoughts kept me from thinking too much about the actual content of what I was reading; or worse, that I was reading my smut to you, out loud.


Storytime



I risked a quick glance to find you sitting back in your chair looking relaxed, one hand behind your head, the other idly fondling yourself. Holy fuck this was hot. My words stumbled and caught. I took another drink and cleared my throat, trying to work moisture around my tongue so that I could keep reading. 

I schooled my wandering thoughts and ignored the growing need between my legs. I squirmed; my panties were damp. Watching me, you smirked as if you knew my thoughts. This made my situation worse. I forced myself to continue.

Only a few sentences later I heard rustling, bringing my attention to you again. You had your pants down around your ankles and your cock rested semi-erect against your thigh. Jesus, fucking magnificent. You squeezed lotion from a small bottle into your hand. Looking back at me, your smile held wicked intent as you smoothed the lube along your length and began to stroke yourself.

In rapt fascination, I watched you bring yourself to attention. The lube gleamed wetly, accentuating every enticing detail of your gorgeous cock. Eager little shivers of need traveled up my spine in response. I bit my lip. Hard. It was nearly impossible to tear my eyes away from what you were doing and back to the unfinished story.

Emboldened by your immodest display, I reached back to unclasp my bra and pulled it off. I sat up straighter, the unbuttoned front of my dress falling further open to expose my breasts. I pulled my loose hair around for some concealment, the ends of my hair just brushing my nipples. My breasts hung soft and heavy with ruddy, dark rose areolas and plump nipples losing their shyness with the exposure. I hoped you were pleased by them and then dismissed the thought. You either liked them or didn't. The story was not over.

I picked up the sheaf of papers again. I had reached the point in the story where you were doing some devastating things to me. It was nearly impossible to keep reading with you pleasuring yourself right in front of me. Fuck the words, I wanted to watch you. Burning, my entire being reverberated with want. I had to finish and get out of here. I wondered how far I would make it towards home before I would have to pull over and relieve this ache.

My skin felt tight and confining. I thought about sliding a hand down, feeling my own slickness, answering my tremendous need to be touched. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed physical contact in a horrible way. I kept reading anyway. I thought by the time this was through, I would come with the slightest caress.

I was slowly going insane when I began reading of the things I wanted to do to you. You were so close, just a few steps away. What would you do if I dropped to my knees before you, leaning forward, my hair tickling your thighs as I tasted you like I longed to do? Would you stop me if I set my written words to action? I reminded myself that was not my purpose here. I kept reading, coming to the end of the story while listening to the unholy, erotic sounds of your self-pleasure.

I sensed you moving and looked to see you standing within my reach. Your gorgeous cock was glistening from the lotion, and so swollen it looked fit to burst. Scrumptious, I thought. A vivid image of taking you into my mouth filled my mind. I imagined how you taste, how my lips would feel stretched around you. Saliva filled my mouth and I swallowed convulsively. The temptation was too much.

I unfolded my legs and slowly sat forward. I watched my hands reach out and run up your thighs. I felt the taut leg muscles flex beneath your heated skin. I continued to my objective, thrilling at the feeling of my open palm sliding along your length.

You felt like satin covered steel twitching in my firm grasp, responding to my exploring fingers. Biting my lower lip in anticipation, I grasped the base of your shaft tightly and pulled you closer to me. My lips parted to reverently lick your swollen crown. I heard you groan.

Encouraged, I indulged myself in the pleasure of bathing your cock with my tongue. I tasted only the lotion at first, making me impatient to really taste you. I took more of you into the hot, wet recesses of my soft mouth. I soon lost myself in the feel of you on my tongue. Wanting more, I drew you deeper until I felt you pressing against the back of my throat. I moaned around your cock.

I pulled my lips slowly back along your shaft, sucking hard enough that your cock came out of my mouth with an audible pop. Smiling in delight, I gripped your shaft in my fist and let my tongue flicker over and underneath the head of your cock, and then delve into the tiny slit.

There I tasted you, the sweetness of your arousal that leaked from you in tiny droplets. I lapped greedily to get as much as I could. I heard a soft moan from you and answered with my own, lost in my worship. Moving mouth and hand in unison, I began trying to milk every bit of your essence I could get. I felt you tense and let my rhythm quicken, the rude wet sounds filling the room. I felt your hands on the back of my neck and then grasp my shoulders. Grunting, you pulled yourself away from me. A sound of dismay escaped my lips as you walked around behind my chair. I wasn't anywhere near done.

Then I felt your hands at my neck, lifting my hair back and fully revealing my breasts. Your hands trailed down the skin of my neck, brushed against my collarbone, and across the tops of my breasts before cupping and lifting them. Your hands on my skin felt incredible, far better than my imagination had allowed. I arched my back to press myself into them. Your fingers rolled over my nipples and I shuddered as they stiffened and darkened to deep rose with arousal. The last of my critical thinking ability left me.

I reached down to gather the fabric of my skirt in my fist. I pulled, feeling the hem inch up along my shins and over my knees. I gathered it back so I could slide my hand down; I needed it too bad now to think. My panties were white and so thin as to be nearly transparent. I knew the sheer fabric revealed the trimmed, dark hair between my thighs. The smooth material confined me, emphasizing my secret pout. I let my hand trace the shape of my sex, teasing and pinching my lips until they were thick and swollen. My clit began to throb for attention. I didn't answer the need yet, my fingers traveling down to find the crotch of my panties nearly soaked through.

"That's it." Your voice behind my ear made me shiver.

I loved the rough feel of your hands on my soft breasts and a small moan escaped me. Unable to resist, I let my middle finger tease up and over my clit, sending a spike of pleasure through me, making me ache for more. I slid two fingers to either side of my clit, pressing down on the moist fabric so it clung to my shadowy cleft.

I watched your right hand move from my breast to the band of my panties. My knees parted as if they had a mind of their own, revealing the aroused flush of my sex through the thin panties.

"This is what you want." Your fingers slipped under the elastic to glide down to my slit. I sighed, letting loose a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I want it all.

"Fuck that feels good." I murmured as I closed my eyes, your hands igniting currents of pleasure everywhere they touched me.

When your fingers brushed my clit I gasped, the shock jolting me. My hips rose in the chair, a silent plea to you for more. You leaned further over me and your hand slid under my ass, preventing me from settling back down into the chair. You kissed my neck, making me tremble, and bent further to kiss my breast.

"Yes," I whispered. Jesus your hands felt incredible.

I watched you hook your thumb beneath the elastic of my panties and slide them down my thighs and over my knees to drop down around my ankles. You released me back into the chair. Suddenly feeling too exposed, I closed my legs and grabbed my skirt to pull it down.

"No you don't." Your sharp growl stopped me, the sound sending an erotic frisson through me. You trapped my hand with yours. I froze, my need an agony, yet still self-conscious.

You squeezed my hand before releasing it, and then trailed down the inside of my thigh until the side of your hand pressed against my cleft. Groaning softly, my knees parted just a little, my body responding and wanting more. My breath caught when your fingers stroked me, tracing my inner lips and causing me to flush hot all over. When you sank a finger inside me I knew I was going to come undone. Concerns of modesty fled.

"Yes, fuck, please, don't stop." I was starting to pant.

Your other hand still cupped my breast, occasionally toying with my nipple. Now you pinched my nipple while your exploratory finger, slick with my juices, slid over my sensitive button and rubbed it. I twitched and stiffened, moaning louder as you connected the current from nipple to throbbing clit. I started writhing under your attentions, little noises of pleasure escaping between gasps. You had me so close; the building pressure was sweet torture.

When your hands stopped and left me, I whimpered and opened my eyes. Your head came over my shoulder as you took a nipple in your mouth. Exquisite pleasure surged within me as you suckled first one, then the other until both my nipples were stiff and aching. My breathing became ragged. You backed away and moved around my chair until you were standing in front of me. Looking down at me, my breasts and glistening cunt exposed, you took hold of your cock again.

I watched you, captivated and dizzy with how erotic it was. What a gorgeous sight, with that splendid cock in your fist, stroking it slow, then faster. Your eyes were half closed but fixed on me as I sprawled in the chair before you. Seeing your face taut with the pleasure you were giving yourself was driving me mad. I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together, and almost came.

I leaned back in the chair, enjoying the view. I began to touch myself again, spreading my legs. I toyed with my cunt, smoothing my juices along my lips until they were slick and gleaming. Pinching, stroking and teasing myself, I tried to keep my eyes open so I could watch you. I felt the air cold on my nipples, wet from your mouth. I ached; I desperately needed to come.

I began to circle my clit and watched your reaction, excitement building in your face. I used my other hand to pull my outer lips back just enough to expose my inflamed nub, blushing and swollen enough to peek from beneath its protective hood. I stroked it with the pad of my middle finger, ever so lightly, back and forth, making myself shudder.

There was a sheen of sweat on your face as your pleasure mounted. I switched back to slow circles on my sweet spot, small jolts of electricity igniting inside me. My pussy clenched as I watched you getting closer, your engorged cock looking delicious and ready to explode.

My fingers matched your rhythm. My hips began to make little fucking motions, the muscles inside me tightening hungrily as I watched you, frantic to be filled, wanting more, wanting to feel you thrusting inside me. My other hand crept up to cup my own breast, to twist and squeeze my nipple.

Your body shivered and your cock seemed to pulse in your hand. Your arms and stomach were so tense, the muscles in your thighs twitching. I could see you were close to erupting. I wanted to see you come all over me.

"That's it, Doug. Oh god, yes." My own hands just as busy, my fingers fast and frantic. "Fuck, yes, come for me. Come all over me."

You stepped forward and with a moan, released your load over my chest, across my tits. It felt warm where your cum landed on me and cooled rapidly in the air. I shuddered and closed my eyes, my hands busy, faster and harder.

My thighs quivering and head thrown back, the vivid image of you coming all over me and urgently wishing you had driven your beautiful cock into me, I crested. My body went rigid as my orgasm pulsed through me in wave after wave of rapture. I cried out, muscles snapping taut and then contracting as I convulsed.

I slowly came to my own again, the ripples of pleasure subsiding to relaxed satiation. I slumped back into the chair, my tits heaving with my panting and shining where your seed decorated me.

"That looked pleasant."

My eyes fluttered open to find you watching me with that wicked curve to your lips. I only smiled, unable to speak just yet. 

You turned and padded barefoot and naked over to your desk. I sat up, trying to gather my wits. I tugged my skirt down and brushed my hair back out of my face with my fingers. I heard you approach and saw you offering me some tissues. I took them with a shy smile and wiped you from my chest, my underwear still around my ankles. I stood and pulled them up, wrinkling my nose at how cold they felt against my overheated and sensitized sex. You retrieved your pants as I fastened my bra and began doing up the buttons of my dress. I spoke as I finished the last few buttons.

"So, um, did I do okay?" I could feel myself blushing. Again. Goddammit. I quickly added, "Reading, I mean."

You stepped up close to me, pants still gripped in your hand. Your predatory gaze fixed on me, pinning me neatly into place, making me swallow hard. I could feel the heat radiating off your bare chest. You tucked my wayward bra strap into place and traced my collarbone. I both shivered and flushed with heat. Your knuckle ran along my jaw and I struggled to fight the immediate reawakening between my thighs.

"You were perfectly lovely. Thank you."

"Yes, well," I had to clear my throat. "I enjoyed myself thoroughly." I tried for a sly smile.

Feeling bolder, I placed my hands flat on your abdomen, feeling rigid muscle beneath my palms. I ran them slowly up over your chest, delighting in the feel of your furred chest and the contrast to smooth skin as I continued over your shoulders. I let one hand linger on the back of your neck.

"This was an awfully devilish idea. I'm curious if you have any more equally deviant proposals." I was shocked at the candid words spilling over my lips. Before I could over think it and start spluttering, I smiled wickedly and added, "Let me know if you do, huh?"

"I've a few thoughts." Your face remained expressionless but for your eyes. They told me you were seriously contemplating more depravities right then. You had no right, I thought, to be able to make my pulse beat triple time with a simple look.

You said no more. I broke eye contact and let my hands drop to my sides before they got greedier. I wandered over to the windows. Full dark had arrived and the moon had yet to rise. All I could see was our reflections. I saw you turn and start clothing yourself. I observed you as you pulled your pants up over your hips. You moved with an economy of motion that was graceful rather than stilted. Hmm, I thought, I may have a proposal or two myself. I wondered if you would be game. I decided I would present you with a dare of my own. But not tonight.

I said my goodbyes and you saw me out. Walking down your driveway, I saw the wedge of light from your open door dwindle and disappear as you closed it behind me. Heading towards my truck, I heard the raven caw once into the night. Was it the same one? I smiled into the darkness towards the sound as I came to stand beside my vehicle. I couldn't see him, but I appreciated the sentiment.

"Thanks, Corvid, me too. Glad I didn't chicken out. Definitely worth it."

I got into my truck and turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life. I took a moment to just be. The languor in my bones was wondrous, especially in contrast to my earlier tension. Twisting to grab my seatbelt, my skin pulled tight in all the spots where the remnants of your seed had dried on me. I laughed aloud, reveling in the feeling, and pulled out onto the street knowing I was driving home with some of you still on me.



Storytime with Daddy



It was a cold day, it had been snowing all week and the traffic was miserable. On my way home I saw four different cars off the road and had to ease the brakes at stop signs to prevent sliding. I used to love the snow, it meant days off and fun and everyone gathered around a fire but there was no such joy to look forward too lately. There was no dinner waiting for me, my wife, now ex-wife was in another state with her new boyfriend. With my wife gone, and daughter Alice off to college I was back to being on my own. I could watch anything I wanted, listen to whatever I wanted and nothing was put away where I couldn't find it.

Last week my new sense of living on my own was shattered. My daughter came home for winter break and because of her distaste for her mother and new boyfriend she opted to stay with me. I loved my daughter, and I would do anything for her, so naturally I was very glad she came home to me for break rather than get drunk with her friends. That must be her aversion to her mother too; she never drank or even went to parties like her mother.

I walked in the garage door and took my coat off. Man my electric bill was going to be high this month. Even when it was freezing out Alice had turned the thermostat way up and I was already sweating in my suit.

"Daddy! You're home. They said on the news eight inches of snow."

"I fine sweetie, come give daddy a hug."

Alice was not suffering from the heat, the reverse in fact. She was only wearing a thin white tank top, tall striped socks, and sexy little white panties. I must be the envy of all the boys from school, what they would give to see her run up and then jump into their arms her tits free to swing, nipples just barley visible through the fabric. I held her close, and I couldn't help but enjoy her sexy body, it had been too long since I held anyone.

"I tried to order pizza but they said they won't deliver tonight."

Setting Alice down I circled my hand through her hair and held her chin.

"I guess we are just going to have to make something for ourselves then."

Walking into the kitchen I went to the freezer and got out pork chops and a couple of honey crisp apples out. I put the pork chops in the sink and turned the water on to start them thawing and got out the cutting board for the apples. I cut up the first apple and Alice took a piece and jumped up on the counter next to me. Glancing over I noticed how her panties were now pulled taut against the lips of her pussy. Distracted the knife slipped and grazed my finger.

"Daddy! You cut yourself. Here let me kiss it."

Grabbing my hand Alice brought my finger up to her mouth and kissed it. She them looked at it closely at my finger and blew on the cut. She then put my finger in her mouth and sucked it. Taken aback I was too shocked and aroused to react. As soon as it started it was over and she took my finger out.

"There good as new," she said triumphantly.

Turning away from Alice I rummaged around the cupboard to get the frying pan. This was partially to hide my erection; the combination of her sex body, well-defined pussy, and sucking on my finger had made my attraction a little too obvious. I filled the pan with water and put it on the stove. I took the pork chops out of the sink and broke them apart putting them in the pan.

"How's your paper coming along sweetie?"

"Argh my stupid Prof forgot what its like to be a kid. Which is ironic because my paper is about child development. He agrees with Plato. The 'brain' wants a society where the brains lead and children are reared to be model citizens by those best suited to parent, without the necessity of actually being their parents or something like that."

"Well it sounds like you know what you're talking about."

The pork chops were now in simmering water and I flipped them over to heat them move evenly.

"The guy is just bitter I think. I don't think he has ever been laid, let alone had children, so he figures just institutionalize it and put him in charge. But you wouldn't let that happen would you Daddy."

The water was now boiled off and I added a splash of apple juice and laid the slices of apple on the pork chops.

"And lose you to some stranger, no sweetie I would never let that happen. Who would heal my finger then?"

"Daddy," Alice said mockingly and tilted her head.

"Alright fine, I would keep you for other reasons too."

"I know."

She jumped down from the counter and walked over to the pantry. Grabbing a chair and climbing up she reached to grab the jar of hot chocolate mix. Her ass was lean and frim I had to hold myself from a slapping that ass.

"Make me hot chocolate daddy."

"But that doesn't go with pork cho..."

"Please."

"Alright but you get the cups out."

"Yay." Alice jumped up again and hugged me again her tits pressing against me. This girl was going to ruin my pants if she didn't stop being so goddamn cute.

Walking back over to the pan I flipped the pork chops again sprinkling some seasoning on them before replacing the apples and giving the pan another splash of juice. I got out my double kettle and filled the inside with milk putting it on the stove to heat in the water bath. Alice was sitting at the bar on the other side of the counter and was humming Christmas songs. The milk and the pork chops finished a few minutes later and I got us our plates and served the pork chops and apples and poured the milk on the chocolate mix in the cups.

I turned on the TV and we watched The Daily Show while we ate and drank our hot chocolate.

"Daddy can you read me a story?"

"Don't you think you're a little old for a story?"

"No. And besides it would be good for my paper and I like when you read to me."

"Well how can I say no, since it's for your paper."

Alice kissed me on the cheek and ran upstairs to find a book. After I put the dishes in the sink I followed her up to her room. Alice had a big room; really the top floor was hers. She had her own bathroom and what was once a playroom and her bedroom. The playroom was now a gym but her room remained as it was since she was a little girl. Alice was not a girly girl but she liked pink and still had most of her dolls all set up in the dollhouse I made her for her birthday. She also had a big comfy leather chair. The chair was mine and I read to her in it for many years and it just seemed to belong here.

"Read me my story again."

Of course, our favorite, Alice and Wonderland. I had read the book more times than I could count. She was my little Alice, her hair was smooth and wavy just like Alice's and she too was always off in her own world. Sitting down Alice sat back in my lap just like she used too. The feeling was very different however; Alice was not a little girl anymore, she was a hot scantily clad babe pressing down on my leg and up against my cock. Trying to ignore my rising excitement I turned to the first page and started to read.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy- chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat- pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again."

"Hold me daddy, I'm cold."

Alice was in no way cold. Not only did she just eat and have hot chocolate and her body was hot to the touch against me, nonetheless I found myself sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me. Her lean body was so close to mine I had to force myself to keep reading, she was my little girl and I was reading her favorite story that was all.

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, 'Which way? Which way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake

'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); 'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off).

Alice turned in my arms and her tits pressed up against my check.

"Oh sorry Daddy, it seems these have had some of Alice's bread since we did this last. And they're not the only ones."

Alice smirked as she rubbed her ass against my cock, which as she noticed was growing like Alice, my face still pressed against Alice's perky young tits I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Alice, uhh, its not, uhh."

"Its okay daddy, I would be a little hurt if you didn't respond, in fact I really like it. Do you, do you want to hold them."

"I shouldn't, really, I should go I have things work on..."

"Daddy don't you want to hold them?

"Yes but..."

"Its not hard, her let me help you."

She grabbed my arm, still around her waist, and took my hand and pressed it to her breast.

"Mmmh your hand is so big and warm daddy. Play with my titties daddy, I want to feel your hands on me, so big and strong."

My hands were moving of their own volition, I didn't tell them to but soon I had Alice's tits in my hands tweaking her nipples through her shirt.

"Harder daddy, pinch them harder."

I reached under her shirt and found her nipple, the small rough spot on her unbelievable smooth torso. Pulling her shirt up I kissed each nipple then sucked one into my mouth nibbling on it slightly.

"More, daddy, more it feels so good. Play with my titties make my nipples raw."

Her tits were so perfect, smooth and soft very good sized but not so large as to be obnoxious. Her nipples were hard and very sensitive. I could feel her moan as I sucked them in my mouth. She took off her shirt entirely and was now rubbing my cock with her ass.

"Yes daddy, play with my big titties, there bigger than mum's were. I know you like my titties, but I have something else I want you to play with."

She took my hand again and this time it lead to her panties. My hand followed her path without resistance. I held her pussy and pulled her down against my cock. My middle finger was pressing in on her slit. Her panties were being forced in around my finger inside her outer lips. Still my mouth was on her nipple but our attention was on her pussy, hot to the touch. I massaged her lips feeling how soft her little pussy was, she moaned and tried to move but I held her still.

"You're trapped my little Alice, too big and all the doors too small."

"mmh ahh daddy mmmh its getting so wet in here am I shrinking or are you getting bigger"

"You have to drink this my little Alice."

I brought my hand from her pussy and put it in her mouth she sucked the fingers. Licking and sucking each one, eyes burning with lust.

"Fuck me daddy. No more game I want you big daddy cock."

"Patience now my little Alice, one must cum before they can go."

I brought my hand back to her pussy and neglecting to move the panties aside forced my fingers, panties and all, inside her pussy. She jerked and made a muffled yelp. I sucked her nipple as hard as I could and made her arch her back head pressing back against me and almost pulling the nipple from me. My other hand was on her pussy now too, I found her clit and started to flick it back and forth while I massaged the inside with my other hand.

Alice was moaning and rocking to my hands. Her body was smooth and her moans of pleasure intensified. Her breathing too, increased and I rubbed her pussy. Her panties were now soaked in her juices. I wanted so badly to taste her, but I wanted to feel her cum more, and she was getting so close. Her body started to stiffen and I pushed in as far as her panties would allow with three fingers and she shook as she came. Not violently, but she had several aftershocks before she could control herself. Standing she turned around pulled her panties down and then she bent over and grabbed my crotch.

"Caterpillar is hiding in your pants, I want to play with him daddy. Bring him out in the light so we can play daddy."

Alice was undoing my pants and before I could say anything she had my cock out and in in her hand. I was rock hard and her hands felt so good.

"You like your cock on my tits daddy. So big and hard you want to cum all over your nasty little girl don't you."

Pre-cum oozed out of my cock and Alice licked it up. Fuck. 

"mmm, it tastes so good daddy, I want more."

She sucked my entire head into her mouth and continued to lick the tip. Her hair was so fucking smooth I gripped it. My daughter, my sexy fucking daughter was sucking my cock. My hands started to press I needed more. I had to feel her throat, it would make her stop talking so nasty. Fuuuck her throat convulsed around me, she was too good at this. Pulling off she gasped.

"I love your cock daddy, my pussy is dripping. Why the fuck did mom get rid of this?"

I shoved her back on my cock, she felt so good and her words were a little unnerving. She took me all the way inside her mouth and grabbed my balls. She sucked and licked my cock and even stuck her tongue out to lick my balls. I finally let her up for air and she gasped.

"Fuck me daddy, I want your big daddy cock in me."

I pulled her to me and kissed her. God her tits were perfect. They were so full and perky as they pressed up against me. She reached back and grabbed my dick and rubbed it on her pussy. I leaned back fuck, she was dripping.

"You want my tight little pussy daddy?"

"Yes, yes I want it."

"You want to fuck your baby girl in her room and make her cum on you."

I answered by grabbing her shoulders and yanking her down onto my cock. She screamed out and I couldn't even move it felt too good. I held her down as she tried to move, pressing deeper into her. She started to rock her hips and I sucked her nipple and as much of her breast into my mouth. She moaned and rocked more. I held her tight pressing her against me and then I grabbed her hair. It was so long and smooth. I pulled and made her lean her head back and she groaned. I kissed up her exposed neck and thrust into her. She cried out and tried to rock back on my cock. I thrust again and clamped down on her neck. I could feel the blood pump in her neck as I sucked and bit lightly. She just moaned harder and squeezed with her pussy.

"Play with my ass daddy, play with my ass as you fuck your baby girl."

I gripped her ass and lifted her slamming her back down and then spanked her. I spanked her over and over until her ass was red and she gripped me tightly pulling her perfect tits hard against my face.

"Yes daddy yes, play with my ass, my asshole daddy. I want your fingers in my ass."

I reached down and felt her puckered little hole and circled it with my fingers. She moaned and arched her back. I kiss her chest between her tits and bit the skin. She moaned and cringed into the bite, wrapping her tits over my face. As she curled forward my finger was forced into her ass and it was so fucking tight. She had never had anyone in her ass before.

"Your going to make me cum again daddy. You like fingering my nasty virgin ass as you fuck me daddy? I want you so bad daddy, cum inside me I want to feel your nasty cum as you explode inside me. Fuck me harder daddy make us cum."

I pushed a second finger inside Alice's ass to make her stop. She was going to make me cum before she got off. It was only partially effective as she screamed and both her ass and her pussy clenched on me. She was so fucking tight, she would be sore tomorrow. I fucked her harder and I felt myself getting closer and closer.

"Harder daddy harder! I want your cum so bad please daddy make me your little cum slut."

I pulled Alice by her ass down on my cock and meet it with a strong a thrust I could manage. Over and over did she bounce, tits slapping her chest and my face. I pulled her hair again and bit her neck sucking on it.

"Daddy, daddy I'm cumming! Daddy cum inside me I want it I want it all!"

Slamming her home one last time I did. I shot over and over into her depths and she started to shake and scream as she came again, violently this time. I held her to me as I emptied myself into her and until she started to calm down only twitching every so often. We kissed again and then she stood.

"Thanks for the story daddy," and reaching between her legs she gather some of the cum dripping from her pussy on her finger and brought it to her lips, "and dessert."