Untamed Passion

At noon she checked into the hotel, blushing as she felt the hot glances of the hotel manager and the bellman, reassuring her that she had made the right choices in clothing. No one asked her how old she was as she paid

with the brand new credit card and was escorted to the penthouse suite. The bellman’s skin flushed as she tipped him and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, allowing him a generous peek at the very expensive push-up bra as a kind of litmus test of its effectiveness. She passed because when he left the room he was still blushing, and trying very hard to conceal the physical manifestation of his arousal.

The desk called up and informed her that her guest had arrived and she told them to send him up. Moments later there was a knock at the large double entry door and Ariel felt a very pleasant tingling in her belly. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and she had spent many nights lying naked in her bed, frantically rubbing at her clit and dreaming of this day. A great deal of her pleasure would be the result of how much she could excite Martin today…and she was going to pull out all the stops. The formal seduction of Martin Anderson was underway.

“Happy Birthday Daddy!” Ariel said quietly as she opened the door. He was dressed in an expensive suit and he was surprised to see her. He started to talk and Ariel silenced him by draping herself across the front of his body and kissing him softly on his lips. There was nothing daughterly about the kiss.

“Frances is going to shit a brick,” Martin said breathlessly as they stood in the doorway, holding each other lightly.

“Mother can do whatever she likes,” Ariel said firmly and quietly, “she’s not my problem anymore.”

“Ariel, I’m not so sure this is a good idea…” Martin began.

This was going to be a little harder than she had expected, Ariel thought and decided suddenly that the lunch would taste as good cold as it would hot. Her fingers went to her throat, her green eyes riveted to Martin’s blue ones, and she began to open the buttons of her blouse. “I am,” she whispered. The door closed behind him and the expensive green blouse fluttered to the floor.

She led him to the huge master bedroom and turned to face him. Her hands worked magic at her waist and the light green pleated skirt fell to the floor. She wore only the expensive bra, a wispy, flimsy, brief pair of white panties, and white heels. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time Daddy,” she breathed, reaching behind her for the clasp on her bra. WhenCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

she shrugged her shoulders, causing the bra to join the skirt on the floor, she tugged at his hands and placed them on her small firm breasts. Her nipples rose to meet his palms and she knew she had him.

“All those times I showed them to you,” she whispered, “and now you can do whatever you want with them.” His hands clutched convulsively at her and she smiled, thrusting her hard belly against the swelling in his well-cut trousers. “Oh that feels so good Daddy,” she murmured into his neck…and it did feel good.

Martin’s hand wandered south over her belly towards the thin panties.

“There’s something kinky about me standing here with your naked tits in my hand and having you call me Daddy,” he said.

“I like kinky,” she said, guiding his hand into her panties. “Oh fuck Daddy that feels good,” she whispered. Ariel shivered as his middle finger poked up inside her damp pussy. The buttons on his shirt were hard for her to open, but she managed. The buckle of his belt was easy, and the fastener on his pants was easier still. She dropped his pants to his ankles. And pushed him back on the bed.

He kicked off his shoes and Ariel tugged at his socks and then he was gloriously naked. It was the first time she had seen him like this, and she knelt on the bed, running her hands over his trim muscular body. It wasn’t long before her small hands were wrapped around the treasure she had been seeking since the first time she had felt it brush against her ass. She lowered her face to his sculptured abs and stared at the beautiful swollen cock, hefting the soft sack beneath it and marveling at the soft silky feel of his skin.

The money had done wonders for Ariel’s self-confidence, and the hotel suite had removed any chance of her Mother walking in on her. She sat up and stretched in front of Martin, allowing him to drink in her nude loveliness and loving the lust in his eyes. “This is for you Daddy,” she whispered.

His cock tasted faintly salty at first, but the clear precum tasted faintly of the honeyed almonds he was always eating as a snack. Ariel nibbled the rigid shaft of his cock with her full lips and lovingly watched Martin’s face as he willed her mouth over the thick helmet of his glans, but she wasn’t going to give it all to him at once. With the flat of her tongue, she lapped at the ridge of skin beneath the head, where she knew the nerve endings were gathered. She sucked the skin between her lips and then traced the outline of his glans up to the slit in its tip, poking the tip of her tongue inside. She took his swollen glans inside her mouth only after she heard his soft moan and felt his hands in her hair.

He didn’t beg, but he moaned…Ariel thought it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, and he pushed her head down on his cock. It was the first time she had sucked Martin, but it was not the first cock she’d had in her mouth. Oral sex was something that she enjoyed, as much because of the power it seemed to give her over men as for the taste and feel of man flesh in her mouth. Having a dick in her mouth sent little tingles all over her body and started a fire in a hot ball at the base of her spine.

Ariel took extra care to rub her hard nipples against the skin of his belly as she turned her face towards his feet. It was easier to take more of him into her mouth this way…she had learned the trick in the front seat of an old Pontiac. As her lips closed around the base of his cock, the glans lodged firmly in her throat, she learned that Martin had a few techniques of his own to show her. His hands grabbed her hips and easily lifted her lower body into the air. He lowered her pussy onto his face, her legs on either side of his neck.

She felt his hot breath on the sensitive skin between her legs, and her head swam as his tongue licked delicately at her puffy swollen labia. In Ariel’s limited experience, there had been nothing to compare with how exciting this felt. The humming sound she made in her throat was unintentional, but Martin responded wildly to it. His hips began to rise and fall, sliding his thick shaft in and out of her throat as if he were fucking her, and his tongue began to lick the sensitive skin of her clit. The combined sensations were entirely too much for her and she began to hump his face.

Ariel’s thighs tightened around Martin’s face as she started to cum, and she felt his balls begin to jerk in her hands. When her orgasm blanked out everything around her, she felt the hot blaze of his cum in her throat and she swallowed to keep from choking on it. It was not intentional, but it seemed to drive Martin wild. They lay on the bed, unmoving, recovering from the intensity of the mutual orgasm.

When she caught her breath she crawled off him and lay down beside his firm smooth body. “That was amazing Daddy,” she whispered.

“Yes it was baby girl,” he said, leaning up on one arm and running his free hand over her body. The tingly feeling beneath her belly started up again, and the ball in her belly was hotter than the first one.

He sensed the quickening of her breath and he sat up, gazing deeply into her eyes. “I guess lunch is just going to have to wait,” he said.

Ariel spread her legs wide in blatant invitation. “I guess it will,” she whispered, “Fuck me, Daddy.”