Daddy, Take Me Ch. 27

"Ohhhhh, Arabella...please. Just...just...don't tease me," I begged, as her hands cupped my tits. Her thumbs grazed over my sensitive nubs, my body shaking with a desire I knew too well.

She leant in, one hand around the back of my neck, the other still fondling my still-covered breast, and we kissed. Stealthily, she unbuttoned the remaining fastenings, as she gingerly pulled my loose dress over my shoulders and down my arms. I stood there in my prettiest, white-lace bralette.

"My...my goodness, Chloe. Aren't you just the..." and her voice trailed off. "May I?" she asked. I nodded my head timidly 'yes.' She daintily pulled down one thin strap, the top of my mound now just covering my engorged nipple. She just stared at it, my face turning a deep scarlet.

"I have never seen anything...anyone so...beautiful," she murmured.

I was entranced, her much fuller breasts straining against her tight cotton blouse. I slowly undid one, then another of the pearl buttons, her demi-bra doing a marvellous job of lifting her stunning orbs. Whilst her fingers teased my nipples, and herself it seemed, I undid another. I pulled her blouse up from her skirt and loosened her last vestige of decorum. Gingerly, I pulled the lapels apart. It was my turn to gasp.

"Oh...my...God, Arabella. It's you who's...beautiful," I moaned, and leaned in, kissing the tops of each.

"May I?" I asked, as she had, and she nodded her head with a little, 'yes.' I loved this, the languid way we were stripping each other, the gentleness belying the simmering desires within us. I gently unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling out of the confines of her equally expensive lingerie. She went to shrug the garment off, but I told her to leave it be. I picked up one side of the dainty bra, brought my face to it, and inhaled her scent, kissing and licking the soft, silky material. I lifted the bare breast in both hands and kissed it. My tongue ran circles around her tremendous bosom, never touching her now-extended nipple. Arabella put one hand on the back of my neck and held me to her chest.

"That's it, my little Chloe. Touch me, you beauty. Just...touch me. My God, what you...do to me," she almost whimpered.

I gently took her other full breast in my hand, and devoutly kissed it. I ran my face over her soft, warm flesh, the full orb wobbling in my hand.

"That's...that's wonderful, Chloe. Just...yesssss...just...like...that," she moaned. "Don't stop...darling. They're...yours."

Whilst I was preoccupied with her mothering tits, she was busy pushing my dress down, over my hips now, and it fell to the polished, walnut floor. I lifted her delicious melon and tenderly sucked her nipple. Her one hand was in my hair, squeezing and holding it firm. The other was on the back of my head, holding my lips to her beautiful tit. I stepped out of my discarded dress and kicked it away. My mouth went up her chest, licking and kissing whatever warmth was there. I ran my tongue along her neck, marking her with my saliva. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, gently biting it, her now-constant moans filling the massive room.

I took a single step back and slipped her expensive blouse from her body. Her bra hung loosely, her modesty gone. I moved to my knees, my lips kissing her toned body, as I knelt in front of her. I undid the single button, then unzipped her skirt. With a gentle tug, it fell to the floor. Her matching pale-yellow panties were exquisite, the tell-tale signs of her excitement staining the front. I leaned in, her hand on my head, and I smelled her scent.

"Ohhhh...my dear...dear Chloe," she whined. "Yesssss, baby. Yesssss. My...little...darling."

My hands were fondling her generous, tight ass, as I pulled her forward, burying my nose in her moist panties. I felt her lurch, as I sucked the glorious wet spot, her pelvis involuntarily pushing her covered muff onto me.

"That's...so...incredible—oooooh, fuck—Chloe," she gasped, as I continued to suck her wet panties.

My mouth kissed her still-concealed vagine, burning into my memory every inch of her delectable body. My fingers grasped the edges of her slinky panties, and I slowly pulled them down. Her comforting, delicate scent hit me. I pulled the smooth material further, over her bum, and down her delicious thighs. I watched as her sparse pussy hair was in my sight, and rubbed my nose over the fleecy hair. I swear I moaned, as I slipped her sensuous panties to her feet.

"Please, Chloe," she almost begged. "Just..." and I leant in, my tongue sliding easily between her swollen labia.

I turned her around, my lips kissing her thighs and her shapely ass in front of me now. I tenderly kissed each divine globe, kneading and caressing her. She pushed her bum out, the shape just this side of heavenly. I leaned in and dragged my tongue through her tight crevice, my tongue prodding her little, tight hole. I smiled to myself, as I felt her shiver, slowly wiggling her ass in my face. My hand slid under her, swishing away at her healthy cunt, my fingers splaying open her lips. I felt her hand on mine, pushing it onto her womanhood.

"My...my, God, Chloe. What are—myyyyy—that's so...nice," she breathed raspily, her hands caressing and stroking her nipples. It was my turn to tease and taunt this beauty, my hand sliding from her wetness and back to her bum. I wiped my wet fingers on her arse, then took my time licking her clean. Almost forcibly, I turned her around again, her puffy, swollen pussy right there. With my trimmed nails digging into her fleshy butt, I ran my tongue through her wet slit again, over her mons, tickling her clit, up her stomach and around her breasts. Standing now in front of her, I placed both hands on her face, and pulled her to me, her lips tasting herself on my mouth.

I took her delicate panties in my hand and wiped them across her mouth. She looked at me, shocked, but opened her mouth for me. I gingerly pushed the wet lace into her mouth, her eyes now closed and she sucked. My free hand went behind her head, slowly stroking her hair and playing with one of her braids. I pulled the panty from her mouth, and she opened her eyes. I brought the sodden flimsy material to my nose, inhaling her evocative aroma. I opened my mouth and slipped them in, exaggerating my lewd sucking.

"Chloe...what...are you—oooooh God, darling—" she moaned, her hand grabbing my arm.

I sucked her elegant panties, then threw them on the bed. I slipped the last remnant of clothing from her stunning body and playfully pushed her back onto the bed. I stood over her, her cute little, painted toes curled with excitement.

As much as I wanted to spend the rest of my life between her legs, I needed to feel her body...all of it. I grabbed a fluffy pillow and we looked at each other. Our hands went to each other, my fingers faintly touching hers. We turned on our sides and kissed. The urgency had dropped several degrees now; this was a time to acquaint ourselves with each other. Both of us were too eager to explore the other, but I made her give in to me, as my hands touched her back, running down her spine. My small hand fit comfortably on her arse, as hers did mine. She could tell I was as excited as she was, our deep sighs more pronounced with every touch and whisper.

My fingers were sliding through her soft bum, Arabella clenching her gorgeous cheeks every so often, trapping my fingers between them. I dug my nails into her, her body pushing against mine. The harder she pushed her breasts onto me, the further I stroked her bum, a single finger lazily playing with her little, tight, clinched rosebud. She slyly moved one leg over mine, opening her bum to me. Arabella began a slow, rhythmic sliding on my trapped leg, her wetness stirring me on. With every smooth move, she crept up my body, her breasts ready to be feasted on. She lifted her tit, and fed it to me, her moans and gyrations getting serious now. My fingers left her ass cleft, and moved down and under, my fingers now sloshing through her labia. I suckled this beautiful, full woman, teasing her with gentle bites on her nipple, as my fingers slid into her wet entrance.

Her beautiful 'uuuuuggh' was all the consent I needed. I kept my thumb firmly in her crack, as my two middle fingers took her easily, first one, then the other, filling this delicious creature. This went on forever, it seemed, my fingers slowly taking her, as her body settled into a beautiful tempo, her full breast consuming my mouth. My free finger glided over her clit, rubbing around in little circles so she'd have new spasms with every pass, as I fucked her. Her mouth was on my hair, her deep breaths and sounds filling me. I loved the way her kegel muscles grabbed my fingers, squeezing and massaging them with every prod.

I gently pushed Arabella off me, my leg a mushy mess from her secretions. I pushed her on her back and adjusted my fingers, still firmly inside her.

"That's...better," I smiled. Now I had her. I could kiss those lips, suck those tits and fuck her better.

"It's...so much...better," she laughed, her hands moving the wet strands of loose hair away from her face.

My face rubbed over her swooning breasts, as I inhaled her evocative rich scent. With my fingers teasing her clutching vagine, I moved my head down, licking her armpits, kissing her arms, as I made my way down her toned body. With every kiss, every little bite, she'd squirm under my mouth, her muscles contracting, as she heaved her sighs into the room. I slipped my body between her legs, her hands on my head now, and the most appreciative, blissful smile on her face. Arabella needed this as much as I did!

I stared at her as my fingers plunged into her, her breasts billowing up and down with every deep breath. I looked down at her dilated lips and licked my fingers as they took her, my tongue flicking her clitty with every thrust of my fingers. I loved the rhythmic pace her pelvis was moving, pushing onto my fingers, then down to the soft mattress. Her hands on my head became more urgent, her fingers wrapped in my hair, as she unabashedly humped my mouth.

"That's—oooooh—Chloe—how do—aaaaah—that's—oooooh—sooo—mmmmm—just don't—aaaaah—stop," she whined, her fingers pulling her nipples, and massaging her tits.

"Mmmm, that's it, Arabella," I jeered. "Cum on me, darling. That's...that's what you want...isn't it?" I smiled, and sucked her now-hard clit.

"Ohhh...my...my...Chloe," she groaned, her voice shrill and penetrating. "I'm...I'm...ooooooh—fuc—that's—soooo," and she gushed, her pungent juices swamping my face. Her sap rushed from deep within, soaking and wetting me. Her aroma was strong, tickling my nose, as I licked and swallowed her juices. Her hand held me tight against her urgent vagine, her hips taking me, as if she

was riding Bellamy.

I wanted my tongue inside her, taste her, feel her, but knew she needed my stiff fingers. I slobbered over her drenched pussy, content as I was to please this woman. I continued to suck her off, her hard clitty an imaginary cock in my mouth. My free fingers moved to her mons and pulled it up, her clitty so hard and stiff now. Arabella tried to push my head away, but I wouldn't let go, jamming my fingers into her, as if to tell her to behave. I pulled my lips away and looked up, Arabella's face flushed and red, her body still panting. I carefully slid my fingers from within, her pussy gushing even more sap for me. I know it sounded unbearably rude, but I had to slurp to swallow as much of her as I could. I rubbed my wet face on her labia and left it there, my warm breath coating her sodden mess. I could just about hear her chortling, giggling to herself, as she gingerly swatted my head.

I carefully knelt up, my glistening face smiling at her.

"Come...come here...Chloe," she rasped, her arms out for me. I slid up her body, taking my time to kiss every spot I may have missed on my way down. I lay down my lithe, smaller body on hers, and we looked at each other, small cackles coming from us both.

I laid my smaller tits on hers and licked her sweaty face. Her hands came to my head, cupping my cheeks, and we kissed. I pulled away for a moment, and rubbed my wet face over hers, marking her with her own scent.

"You are really something, Chloe. Gosh...I wasn't expecting this!" she laughed. "Thank you, darling. That was so...so well, invigorating. You're...you're better than Bellamy!" she continued to laugh.

I laid my head on her full chest, and her arms enveloped me. I smiled when I felt a tiny kiss on my head and squeezed her sated body. We basked in each other's breath for a while, just taking in our connection. We played with each other's hair, our loving gazes sealing the moment.

"You...taste beautiful, Arabella. I...I need more," I shyly said.

"And I have yet to defile you, darling," she whispered, her hand stroking my cheek and faintly on my neck. I shivered at her words, my vagine needing release, sooner rather than later.

She gently pushed me on my back, my body sweaty and excited.

"Do you trust me, Chloe?" she whispered.

"Oh, Arabella...completely, 'kay," I gasped, still trying to catch what little breath was in my lungs.

Her lips came to mine, and she kissed her juices from my face.

"Spread your legs, darling," she murmured, bossily.

I spread my legs further apart and saw the stiff riding crop in her hand.

"Relax, Chloe...I promise I'll be...gentle," she sighed, the leather end swatting against my wet pussy. "You're going to love this," she chuckled.

"Ooooooh...what?" I began to say.

"Shhhh, darling. Just...close your eyes and take it," she said, hungrily.

A sharp, but gentle thud hit my vagine, and my body lurched from the soft, but firm stroke.

"What?" I exclaimed, opening my eyes. I moved my hands down, covering my pussy.

"Chloe...don't!" she said, forcefully. "Leave your hands up here," she said, meanly. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you, hmm? Trust me, baby," she smiled.

Somewhat reluctantly, I moved my hands to my chest and waited for the next sharp slap. Time after time, the leather lash caught me, my stomach lurching, but my pussy wetting from the delirious thrill.

"How does that feel, honey? Hmm? Just breathe and take it all in, Chloe," she whispered.

"Just...Oh, I don't know," I cried, tremors whipping through my body.

"Yes you do, Chloe. Now, tell me. More?" she taunted.

"Again," I breathed. "Do it, darling," I whispered.

The first stroke had caught me, unsure as I was, exactly what she had in mind. Her tempo was too slow, but I had a feeling this wonderful woman knew what she was doing. Each stroke became harder, but not too much, as her pace increased. My breathing grew deeper, more ragged, as the supple leather kept hitting my clit. Arabella's mouth had engulfed one bare, small breast, as she tenderly spanked my pussy. Each sharp, exquisite sting set me off, my muff oozing my treacly nectar.

I brought my hand to her head, and grabbed her hair, pulling one of her braids free and holding her on my mound. I held on, and with every gentle, but prodding swat, I pulled it. Again and again, she brought the long cane crop down on me, the flapper beautifully stinging me. This was so new to me but...I loved it. I had never felt so, well, submissive before. I was hers, simple as.

I tried to hold off my impending orgasm, knowing the longer it took, the more debilitating it would be. It's what I needed right now. I could feel my nipples stiffen with every slap, Arabella feeding on my breasts she so obviously adored.

"Fuc—mmmm—my—aaaaah—what—aaaagh—yesssss—just—har—" I groaned into the air, as her pace increased, bringing me closer to a shattering climax.

But my beautiful Arabella knew this. Just when I knew I would lose control of my body, her strikes would ease off, teasing me, taunting me.

"Don't...please...just—oooooh—that's—gooood—Arabe—oooooh—like—yesssss—yesssss," I screamed, so close now. I could feel her bite and suck my nipple, and I creamed myself. My hips flew up, my juices gushing out. Like a trusted lover, her slapping was more insistent now, as I squirted over her luxurious sheets.

My body shook deliriously, my toes tingling, my stomach tight and my mind frazzled as she helped

me through my orgasm, her lips touching mine, one hand in my hair, and her small whispers of, "Good girl, Chloe. That's it...darling. Just take it. That's it, my...beauty. Cum for me, darling," her words increasing my desire, the leather still piercing my cunt...and my heart.

I pushed the staff away, and giggled, so overcome with the climax she had given me. I opened my eyes and saw only her light-blue eyes smiling at me. She tenderly kissed each now-closed eye, then my lips, my neck as she shifted down the bed, her soothing touch calming me somehow. Arabella slipped between my sodden thighs, leaned in, and licked me, the remnants of my cum still so fresh. I grasped her head and pulled her to me, letting her know I needed more. She pushed her hands under my bum, and lifted me up, devouring my cum-soaked vagine. Her tongue lashed my pussy, pressing into my swollen valley with every delicate, but meaningful lick. I could feel her pull back, then lean back in, kissing my labia, as she methodically made her way around my womanhood.

My breasts were tingling, my toes curled up and my vagine spasming with every delicate touch. When she tenderly kissed my clit, I came again, gushing my juice onto her beautiful face. Her nails dug into my bum, the delicious pain only adding to my finish.

I finally had to, reluctantly, push her head away.

"Arabe—no more, please. Just...just come...up here, darling," I throatily croaked, my breath had gone now.

I kept swatting her head, but she didn't move, her tongue bringing me down somewhat.

"No more...please," I begged, and pulled her hair. She lifted her head, her soaked, glistening face so fucking erotic.

"Well...if you insist, darling," she smirked, and kissed her way up my lithe body, her lips affectionately touching every inch of me.

She pulled me to her, cradling me in her sturdy arms. I scrunched into her, as she kissed my damp head.

"You okay, Chloe?" she asked, her voice tinged with real concern.

"Never...better," I huffed, and held her closer.

"You're so...beautiful when you cum, Chloe. God, I've been dreaming of this for weeks," she chuckled. "For once, the reality is better than my fantasy," she laughed.

I laughed with her, enjoying the closeness we were sharing.

"I think we have a lot to talk about!" I chuckled. "Gosh...what you did to me was...special. I...I loved every moment, Arabella," and pulled her lips to mine.

"I...I was gentle enough?" she asked, truly concerned she may have gone too far.

"You were...perfect, darling. I think I'm in love with your riding crop!" I laughed, blushing as I did so.

"Ohh, darling. You haven't seen anything yet," she sputtered.

I gasped as my pussy spasmed, and then smiled, kissing her chest.

We relaxed in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss, holding and touching each other. She had a small fridge in her room, more a wine fridge than a regular one and slipped from the bed. I watched as she crossed the room, her body firm, tight, almost sinewy, but graceful. My fingers went to my labia, one or two soft strokes to accompany this erotic sight. Arabella uncorked a nice bottle of Sancerre and poured two glasses.

She handed me one, and we lifted our glasses to each other.

"To the most adorable, delectable woman I have ever met," she gushed.