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“More tongue, Baby. Use that fantastic tongue of yours.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she obeyed. She would never disobey him, even when obeying was a challenge. Nothing worth having , nothing worth achieving, ever came without a challenge. That is what Daddy always said and she knew he was right.

Julie took the cock into her mouth again, determined to make it pleasurable this time. She let her tongue slip out and trace a trail along the bottom of the shaft to the tip, taking a moment to flick the underside and swirl her tongue around the head. A groan escaped the lips of the man attached to the cock. See Daddy, she thought. He’s enjoying it. I can be a good girl, Daddy. She stole a look and saw approval in his eyes.

The man groaned again as she continued to suck and lick. “She really is spectacular Bob. That mouth of hers, that tongue. Damn! You are a lucky man.”

“That I am, ” he responded. “That I am.” Then, turning his attention to Julie, “Come on Babygirl, show this old bastard some lovin.”

Julie was happy to hear her Daddy talk about how lucky he was to have her, although she knew that she was truly the lucky one to have such a loving and thoughtful Daddy. She would do anything for him and she knew he would always be there for her, supporting her, guiding her, loving her the way only he could.

As she went back to the task at hand she thought about her tongue and the fantastic things she could do with it. She had used it on many a man, and woman. She enjoyed it, the feeling of power she got from knowing how much pleasure she was giving them. It gave her pleasure as well. The feeling of a woman’s body reacting to her tongue lapping at her clit and invading her pussy. That was hot. The feel of a man’s cock going from soft to rock hard in her mouth with her lips firmly around it and her tongue swirling about the head. That was pure delight.

There were times, like today, when she couldn’t find the pleasure in it though. It wasn’t because her partners weren’t into it, often they were the ones being more vocal than not about how awesome she was. She did have a fantastic mouth and tongue, Daddy told her all the time, but it was not for everyone. It was different when it was someone else, though having him there with her helped. Just knowing he was there and hearing his voice helped her get past any initial nervousness or apprehension she might have, usually.

Today she couldn’t get into it. She sucked and licked, she caressed and kneaded, she opened up her throat and took every bit of him in. He groaned in appreciation enjoying every moment but she just couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. She imagined it was Daddy’s cock in her mouth. She loved sucking Daddy’s cock. To her, his was absolute perfection. Big and firm, but not too big as to hurt her jaw, and it was smooth, so smooth, with a little tuft of hair at the base. Julie closed her eyes and imagined.

The man’s groaning became louder and he started pumping, driving his cock into her mouth. She fought to keep up with him, to not just open up and let him fuck her mouth. She grabbed his ass and held him firmly, letting her mouth do the moving rather than him. She was more than ready for this to be over but she knew she had to do it right or Daddy would not be pleased. She had to show control and allow him to release at the right time.

“Are you ready Babygirl?”

She managed a nod while continuing her action on the man’s cock.

“Do it, Baby. Make Daddy proud.”

Julie knew what to do. She took the cock into her mouth with her lips about half way down his shaft. Then quickly moved her head back while her tongue kept pressure on his cock and flicked the tender underside of the head as it slid out of her mouth. A few quick strokes with the same movements, then it was time. She opened up her mouth, her throat, and took the cock all the way in. At the same moment she pressed one finger at the base of his scrotum behind his balls and inserted another well lubricated one into his ass.

“Arggg…” She felt the hot cum sliding down her throat as his body twitched and bucked trying to release every ounce. He was done.

“Great job, Baby. That’s my good girl.”

“Holy fuck! That was amazing! I don’t know where you learned those moves but you are one talented young woman.”

Julie gave him a little smile, thankful it was over. She couldn’t wait to get back to their hotel room, have a nice hot shower and snuggle with Daddy.

 

 

This week’s challenge was to make bad sex sound good. I may have come up with the challenge, but that does not mean I was able to meet it.
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Looking around she was saddened to see how barren the land had become. Over the years she had watched as the lush, dense forest slowly retreated around them. There had once been a forest full of trees just like her and her steadfast companion. They had grown together, the two of them, to become as one.

There was a young boy in the farmhouse across the street who, for a long time, thought they were one tree. From his vantage he wasn’t able to decipher their two trunks or which limbs belonged to each of them. One day, shortly after starting school in town, he had walked down his lane to catch the bus. He was early. Too early to just sit and wait for the bus. Besides, he was a young boy and that meant staying still often took much more effort than he could muster all on his own. He dropped his bag to the ground then walked across the main road to climb the big tree. He was surprised to find that the big tree was really two separate trees that had been growing closely together. He stopped in his tracks and looked up at the trees, not quite believing what he was seeing. While he stood there, mouth open in aw, the bus arrived and took him off to school.

That was many moons ago. That young boy had grown up and had a family of his own. Those children had also grown up and had children of their own, along with another two generations. That young boy passed away, it that farmhouse across the street, a dozen years ago. He was 93, a great-great-grandfather. Mother nature mourned his passing along with his family and friends. Her tears fell from the heavens, soaking everything, flooding the farmhouse basement. They young boy, who was in actuality not a young boy, had been the last resident of the farmhouse. Everyone stopped visiting after he had passed. They abandoned the derelict old farmhouse and left it to rot.

She had been so saddened by this herself, the passing of the young boy and the abandonment of the farm. Nothing was really the same after that and now other things were changing. She had stood strong all these years, bending with the winds but never breaking. She had grown a great display of branches and produced what one could consider generations of leaves. Now she was nearing her end of existence.

Her steadfast companion was no longer. He had succumbed to a slow and terrible death after being struck by lightning and loosing one of his large major branches. He had always been there with her, side by side, shielding her from the brutal northern winds. He was no longer able to protect her and there were no other trees around to help fill that void and need in her life. Because of this, she too was dying. Just as the young boy had passed, she too was dying from old age and loneliness. It was merely a matter of time.

 

 

 

This week Marie asked us to write from the point of view of the last tree standing in the forest. This is what came to my mind. The picture above is of what I call my trees. This pair of trees sits in the middle of a field that I pass when driving to or from the cottage. I am always captivated by the beauty of nature and the way these two trees look like one large tree from the right angle. I took this picture, showing the two distinct and separate trees, to remind me of how well two people who compliment each other in the right ways can bring out a beauty in each other that you can not see otherwise. It also shows how two people can me thought of as one when in a relationship.


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Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards where he was sitting. She was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her, though difficult it was. This was a big opportunity and she didn’t want to blow it. Darnell, the man she was meeting, was in town for a conference and looking for some company for the weekend. She had never done this before but several of her friends had and they said it was easy money. She enjoyed sex didn’t she? Why not get paid well to have it?

He stood up to greet her with a handshake and a kiss on her cheek, then helped her into a seat adjacent to his. “Would you care for a drink, my dear? A glass of wine maybe?”

“A glass of wine would be nice, thank you. Chardonnay, please.”

They sat and chatted a little. She was beginning to relax and feel at ease with Darnell. He really was quite charming and easy to like. Another drink before they headed up to his room.

Angela had never stayed at such a posh hotel before, even the carpet beneath her feet felt softer than the old mattress in her dorm room. The bed was big and lush with white linens accented in navy. A half a dozen pillows were stacked across the head of the bed and the spread was pulled down on one side. Obviously the hotel knew he was alone, or assumed he was since he alone was registered. This thought suddenly made her nervous. If anything happened to her here nobody would ever know. Then she realized Tamera would know as she was the one who arranged this.

“Were you told what to expect from me this evening?”

“Yes sir, I was informed you were into spanking or whips or something.” She felt a fool as she stammered through the words.

He chuckled slightly. “That’s good, calling me Sir. I expect that to be the protocol for the rest of the weekend. As for spanking or whips or something, yes, I do enjoy spanking young women. I do use other implements at times, but for this evening I will stick to using my bare hand. Now, please strip down to your undergarments and kneel here beside the bed while I go relieve myself. You may use a pillow should you find the floor too hard.”

She did as he requested, thankful that she had worn matching bra and panties this evening. Classic pink lace with little bows at the hips and between the cups of the bra. Very girly she thought, wondering if he would like. She knelt on the floor without a pillow, still amazed by how soft it was beneath her.

When Darnell returned to the room he went over to Angela and rubbed her shoulders. A small gesture to help relax and put her at ease. He knew this was her first time and did not want it to be a bad experience for her. “You are going to feel the warmth of my touch and the heat of my hand. You are going to like it, but you will not cum. You will pay attention to what I am doing, to how it affects you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I won’t hurt you. Yes, you will feel pain but it will be a good pain, a pain that will also bring pleasure with it. Don’t fight it, just relax and go with it. If you feel like it is getting to be too much, if I am hitting too hard or you aren’t comfortable for any reason say broccoli. If you say broccoli I will stop.

“Can’t I just say no, or stop?”

“Not tonight, not here with me. I am accustomed to women saying no when they don’t really mean no, when they want to put up a fight but are actually enjoying the scene. Broccoli is what we would call a safe word. It does not fit in with the context of the scene. If you say broccoli I know you truly want to stop.”

“Do you always use broccoli as your safe word?”

“Not always, it depends on the person and the scene. Is there another word you would prefer?”

“No. Broccoli. Got it.” She could feel his eyes on her, sense his disapproval. “No Sir, broccoli is a good word. If I want things to stop I will say broccoli. It is the only word that will end things.”

“Thank you, now stand up sweet girl and come over here.” He led her over to the foot of the bed and had her lean over onto the bed with her pink lace clad derrière offered up to him. He began by lightly rubbing it… then a smack, not too hard… rubbing to sooth the skin… another smack… more rubbing. He would break her in slowly. They had plenty of time.

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