Train Me Daddy

nties. I find them unnecessary. I feel so much better when I’m flying free and clear.” I thought that I was going to have to beat him over the head, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. He found that I was already wet to the touch. The lips were begging with insistence by pulling at his one finger. He was purposely teasing me, drawing circles around the entrance and then he penetrated with my eyes showing how easily he had taken the initiative.

“I love a girl who knows what she wants. There’s nothing sexier than feeling nothing in my way. I don’t know what your intention is, but I’m putting myself into your capable hands.” He shouldn’t have said that. Those words gave me the opening that I was looking for. I hunched down, swallowing his one finger all the way until there was nothing left. I was thinking about the way that I had given him the close-up view of my tenderness in the hotel room. I could easily see myself on top of him in that bed where the magic happened.

“I do have something of a wild streak. You haven’t seen…anything yet.” He pulled down the straps on my red dress, exposing my braless wonders and giving those guys a thrill to remember. He bent and began to give them a whitewash of attention with his tongue. He flicked at the hardened buds, grazing them with his nails and then doing the same thing with his teeth. I was extra sensitive in that region and there was no doubt in my mind that he could feel how I was affected.

“I want to uncover everything there is about you. I find myself at a loss at the reason why a woman like you is here with me. We didn’t exactly meet in good standing. Mistakes were made, but it appears that we have hurtled those obstacles.” He had his hand on the back of my neck and then he was kissing me in a feverish pitch.

The finger inside me was joined by another and I was literally humping his fingers up and down in a lazy and unrushed momentum. I was really drawing it out and allowing the dress to expose me and the wetness clinging to the inside of my thighs.

My hair like lace was wrapped around his fingers and there was no reason to wait any longer. He applied pressure with his tongue and I gave him my submission. We hotly manhandled each other, not caring about the audience and what they might be doing to relieve their current situation.

Those fingers were thick and gave me a reminder of what I had outlined in his pants. The framework of his anatomy was something for me to explore. I grabbed onto him, feeling him pump like it had a pulse of its own and wanting to see it up close and personal.

He had me pinned up against the wall and I was dripping down his hand, but he didn’t seem to care. My whole body was electrified, short-circuited on the pleasure inflicted on me. It was a healthy dose of reality. I had let moments slip out of my hand. I had the chance to be with several men, but I was selective.

I was feeling sexy and free. What he was doing was giving me a different kind of passion. I was breathing like I was running while he was taking me there. I could do this all night and the skintight vise that I had around his fingers was only giving him ideas.

The elevator had come to an abrupt halt and the shrill alarm was lost in the passion of the moment. My heart was beating out of time. I was out of control and letting his fingers stir me to a creamy froth.

His tongue was igniting those nerve endings in my mouth. I didn’t know where he ended and began in his pants. I took careful aim at his libido by squeezing every so often to announce my intention to drop the pretense of my innocence.

It was a good thing that he had his hand on the small of my back. He was holding me up by sheer will alone. It was an aphrodisiac to hear him moan with me playing with his manhood which was nicely hidden from view. I was tempted to take it out, but it seemed far more important to let him have his way with me.

“I can’t stand here and take this for very much longer. I’ve been fighting the natural urge to climax for the last few minutes. I’m going to let you do some of the work. It’s so much better when somebody else is doing it.” I was stuck against the wall like a fly in flypaper. I could’ve easily gotten away, but I had to make it look like I was delirious with desire.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers, so I can feed it to you afterward. I want to see you enjoying your own delight. You are going to be more inclined to sleep with me when I have you begging for it. This is a marathon and not a sprint.” He was rubbing me in just the right way and there was no need to fake the obvious release of my sexual endorphins.

“I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t think I want to come back… YESSSSS.” My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and my legs trembled in orgasm. I felt totally out of my element and floating above my body. My skin was on fire and my mouth was parched like I couldn’t get enough moisture. He was leaning into me, sucking on my neck and touching on a particular weak spot.

The tip of his tongue, licking in circles enhanced and prolonged my experience until I was left limp and motionless against the wall. He pulled his fingers clear and then stuffed them in my mouth which I greedily accepted. It was the first time somebody had done the impossible by taking the control out of my hands. It was a position that I was not used to. I could certainly see myself wanting to do that again under similar circumstances. The idea of performing a show in a semi-public place was drawing out of me this secret kink that I didn’t even know I had.

The elevator descended with me straightening up and licking my lips to taste myself all over again. We didn’t say anything, but the smile on our faces said more than any words could possibly.

“You mentioned something about taking me out to dinner.” With breathless determination, I sealed my fate by giving him my phone number.

“You can wear the same dress and I don’t think that you’re going to be wearing it for long. I find red is a good color on you. It makes me crazy and there are times I look at you and I’m not sure if I’m thinking straight.” He gave me a kiss on the back of the hand. This was the perfect contrast from the way he had finger fucked me until I was creaming and screaming at the same time. I had muffled most of it by biting into his shoulder, but I was not opposed to letting out the buildup of emotions brought about by his hand touching me in just the right way.

Chapter five

I woke up in the morning looking over at the other side of the bed and knowing he wasn’t there. We didn’t spend the night together, but it was not from lack of trying. He was purposely driving me crazy. I enjoyed the attention and something of convenience was going to help to alleviate some of that stress. I wouldn’t have to go out looking for a strange piece. Knight Williams had given me a reason to go to work with him in the guise of being his girlfriend.

I stood naked in front of my closet still feeling his fingers inside me and the way that he had stirred up the temperature in between my legs. I had given him my conditions and he had wholeheartedly agreed. He was, after all, a man and how could he possibly say no to the whole package.

I found a summer dress with multi colors and I wore nothing underneath it. I wanted to see his reaction when he accidentally found out for himself how naughty I could be. When we separated last night, he gave me the address of his building. He wanted me to be there bright and early. I was going to do him one better.

I got into my cherry red 65 mustang which was left to me by my father. It was a graduation gift. We had worked on it together tirelessly day and night to restore it back to showroom condition. The engine had aftermarket mufflers and the rumble when it came to life was like my own personal aphrodisiac between my legs.

I sat there and let the vibration course through my body. I licked my lips in anticipation of the big one. I wasn’t going to get there without something to push me over the edge. I knew somebody that might have some ideas about what to do.

Last night might’ve been good enough for him, but it wasn’t for me. I had the intention of riding him until I broke him. I could see he was anxious and by allowing him to finger fuck me in the elevator I almost gave him a sure thing. That was primarily the reason why I had to put the brakes on. I didn’t want

him to think this was on his timetable.

It was still early in the morning and I rode by his place of work. I made a few rounds and stopped a couple of times to take photographs of something that might have turned out to be something. I had a detailed oriented mind. Anything standing out would be a like a blazing sign.

I saw him arrive by limousine, catered to by the wealth he had in millions. He was quite relaxed and I could only hope some of that was due to me. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders at the fundraiser. This time he was carefree, jovial and smiling with a relaxed state of mind.

I walked over to him in front of his driver. I stood there with my feet planted and my hands on my hips. “I came here to tell you what we did last night is never going to happen again. You might think I can resist your natural charm and charisma, but I can. You’re going to have to do a whole lot more than that to be with me. I’m going to assume you took care of the evidence. Like any man, it would not surprise me if you were to keep a reminder to look at on your own time.” I waited for him to say something, but mostly he was looking at me and taking stock of the inventory.