Train Me Daddy

I wanted to scream out loud how beautiful a man he really was. I wasn’t sure how he would take that. I refrained and let him proceed at his leisure.

“I still have you in my hands and I think I have a good idea of what to do with it.” He took those soaking digits and began to massage the hot juice of my climax into his steely shaft. I was watching mesmerized, completely transfixed on what he was doing and nothing else.

“I don’t want you to be in any rush to finish. I like getting a brief peek behind the curtain of your adolescence. You must have made an interesting sight jacking off every night to some starlet or girl you had a crush on. Tell me of someone that never gave you the time of day. The only way that you could make time with her was alone in your bedroom.” I found myself wanting to hear all of his dirty thoughts.

“There was only one I had my eye on, but she was way out of my league. I did have the occasion of walking in on her in the bathroom. She had no idea I was there and watching her made me want to run away, but also stay to see how she soaped up her body.” Hearing his sinful confession was painting a vivid photograph of something that was a forbidden temptation.

“I get this feeling this woman was older and was a subject of many wet dreams.” I wanted him to continue and I could tell reliving it was making him hot all over again. He had his eyes open and was watching me the entire time using me as inspiration to bring him to the boiling point.

“She was always on my mind, but she was my father’s. He remarried to a bubble butt young blonde hard body. She was his personal trainer and I watched her flaunt her wares in skimpy outfits just to get a rise out of him. He hardly noticed, but I did. I hid my shame from her and my father. She was my stepmother, but she wasn’t a tyrant. We were practically best friends. I learned how to talk to girls with her expertise on the subject. She disappeared out of my life when my father decided she was more trouble than she was worth. We still exchange Christmas cards, but it has never been quite the same without having her underneath the same roof.” He was biting his bottom lip and staring at me with an intensity that had me wondering when it was going to happen.

“I think we can afford to be a little bad. What you did with your fingers was only enough to keep me on the edge of my seat. I want what you have. I don’t think I can do without it. I hope you don’t want to see me beg, but I am willing to in this instance.” He made me yelp with surprise as he dragged me from the table until we were practically connected. A string of his seed was sticking to the lips as he moved up and down my slit to give his knob a sheen of sexual excitement.

“I’m sure that if we go slow and not get carried away it won’t hurt you too badly. Let me take the steering wheel and ride this bus.” I gave him an affirmative answer and it was just a matter of finding out if we were really going to strip away our defenses. We had no clothes to get in the way and the only thing he was wearing was his shirt wide open to let me explore his muscles with my eyes and then the nimble fingers of my hands.

“I’m not adverse to a little bit of pain.” I felt the piercing head ride the wave of my wetness until the only remaining visual was his heavy swinging balls. I felt stuffed, but I loved having him with me in this regard. It was a bond we weren’t going to be able to break. Every single day was a gift which I learned the hard way by having my life flash before my eyes yet again.

“You belong to me and I want to give you every reason to stay with me. We haven’t discussed it, but what I said to you was the god honest truth. You have touched me like nobody has and I don’t want to lose what is possibly the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. God damn…you are hotter than a firecracker ready to go off. I was already halfway there with my own hand and you certainly know how to break my spirit.” I was walking on the wild side, letting my body do the talking for me and knowing the thread of my sexual sanity was going to snap.

I pushed myself up against him with one hand holding the bandage and hoping this exercise was not going to be too much. I didn’t care and the pleasure outweighed any kind of discomfort I might feel with the stitches pulling. We came together with nothing between us other than words of incentive and moans of encouragement.

“I want you more than I have ever wanted any man. It’s hard for me to admit something like that without feeling I’m losing a step. I’m not supposed to get too excited, but I think that ship has already sailed.” My body swallowed him and I watched his continuous decline with his eyes telling the story of when he was going to lose it all together. The serpent of his excitement was being made to submit and there was nothing either one of us could do about it.

I was streaming continuously down the length of his love muscle. I’d never been this responsive, but I wasn’t going to kick him out of bed for eating cookies. I was careening into a never ending spasm which had me screaming with the kind of piercing wail that would shatter the windows.

His face had turned crimson and his body was drenched with a sexual sweat from over exerting himself. He had a hold of my thighs, digging his nails in and letting me know his moment was near.

“I don’t think any man will be able to withstand what you are doing to them. I know that you can feel how hard I am. I’ve never felt loved like this and you have spoiled me for anyone else. You’ve got me right where you want me and it’s just a matter of time before I…fucking… CUMMMM.” In his haste, his cock came loose and he went off like an over pressured fire hose.

His lust streaked from my wet pussy all the way up between my breasts in wide arcs. It made me feel like I was turned into a glazed doughnut. I ran my fingers through the mess made and I let him watch as I devoured each string into my wide open mouth. We stared at each other for some time. I lay back on the table and he sat down in a nearby chair unable to say anything from being out of breath.

Chapter eleven

For the next week, we pretty much christened every room in the house including his desk in his private office. I don’t think that he was ever going to look at that desk the same way again. He would always sit there and remember how my ass had slid back and forth leaving a stain of my arousal behind.

“I have a meeting downtown. They have requested I be there in person. In this day and age, I don’t think it matters, but this guy is from the ol

d school of thinking. I would hate to impose, but I would like you to be there to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. You can certainly tell me to go to hell and it’s not like your position here stems from protecting me anymore. We are in this together. I don’t think that I would want anybody else watching my back or my front.” I was already thinking along the same wavelength. I would feel foolish if something happened to him and I wasn’t there to prevent it.

“You’re not thinking anything that I haven’t already thought of myself. You’re not going anywhere without me. I’m not going to hear anything about that. I may not be at 100%, but even at 80%, I am more than capable of handling any crisis.” I was walking a little funny and feeling the effect of the many hours of marathon sex sessions we had completed in the last few days. There didn’t seem to be a waking hour where we weren’t manhandling each other into a submissive position.

I found myself using a few implements of necessary pleasure not only on myself but on him as well. The vibrator was his favorite and was an added bonus to the vise-like fit of my pussy grinding against him to completion. He did cum harder than ever before which I’m sure was not going to make him a stranger to using such pleasurable aids in the future.

“I don’t like the idea of using you like this, but it doesn’t look like you’re going to take no for an answer.” During those times I wasn’t on my back or holding onto the headboard slamming down on his midsection, I was researching and finding I was close to who was making the threats against his life.

I was strapped and ready to go to war, but I had no idea where the enemy might be coming from. The penthouse was a fortress and the likelihood of him being attacked there was slim to none.

“We can relax. This limousine is equipped with the latest technology in battle skins. It’s airtight, completely bulletproof and it cost me a pretty penny to have it made to my specifications. I’ve never had an opportunity to have to use it and I hope that I never have to.” He looked comfortable in his own skin, but I was still wired for sound. I was looking for anything that would contribute to the way the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end.

“I know there’s nothing to worry about, so why do I feel like something is wrong.” My statement made him sit up straight with his shoulders back and his eyes dancing in his head.

The partition rolled down and I could see the back of the limousine driver. “I haven’t seen you in a few days, Mr. Williams. I was wondering when you were ever going to come out of there.” His words were cold and calculating like he was out of time and out of patience.

“I hope that I didn’t cause you any reason to be alarmed. Your job is safe for however long you want it. You have been with me a long time and I know how important your family is to you.” The driver was looking at him in the rearview mirror and there was a case to be made for the kind of hatred he was staring at him with.

“You know nothing about my family. I listened to you and I lost everything. My wife left me with the children in tow. I was destitute with the investment you shared with me tanking. I didn’t really blame you and I knew investments were tricky with variables you can’t account for. It was my own fault, but then I learned a disturbing fact.” Spittle was flying from his mouth and he was gripping the steering wheel with his gloved hands like he was an Indy driver.

“I don’t know how many times I have to apologize. It was out of my hands. I thought it was a lock, but it turned out to be something less than secure. You’re not the only one that lost his shirt in that deal. I’ve tried to make it up to you with bonuses and I thought we got passed it.” Something had happened to make this guy act out.