Daddy, Take Me Ch. 27

I blushed furiously. To hear those words from this woman was, well, amazing.

"And to you, darling woman. To a beautiful relationship...both professional and...personal," I smiled. "I do hope you're going to, uh, ride me sometime...soon?" I asked, smiling too much.

"Mmmm, aren't you the eager one, eh? Believe me, Chloe. I've dreamt of nothing else for weeks. Goodness, however did I find you, hmm?" she giggled.

"Fortuitous, I'd say," and kissed her. "If we had met a few months from now, well, I wouldn't be in your bed and wetting your sheets," I blushed again.

"Mmmm. Well, at the very least, I can smell you all night, Chloe," she snickered.

We lay there, sipping the delicious wine, chatting and calming down from our tryst. I noticed the framed photo of her son again. I placed my glass down and began to fondle her incredible breasts.

"That's a lovely photo of your son, Arabella," I smiled.

She turned her head and smiled at the photo.

"It is...isn't it?" she sighed.

"So...what's it like to masturbate in front of your son, Arabella? He has a fabulous view of you, doesn't he?" I asked, suppressing a laugh, and teasing her.

"Chloe! What makes you think..." she began.

I put a finger to her luscious mouth and whispered, "Shhhh. It's okay, Arabella. I get it. God, he is so good-looking though...isn't he?" I smiled, my fingers gently pulling and caressing her hard nipples.

"Chloe. I...I don't know—oooooh—what you're insinuating but...oooooh," and she moaned, as I pulled her nubs harder.

My hand trailed down her supple body and crawled between her legs. A single finger slid through

her labia, as I whispered, "It's okay, Arabella. I...I understand. My God...just look at him. So...tan...so...rugged. I'm sure you've noticed, darling," I whispered, my finger slowly stroking her pussy, her wetness beginning to seep.

"I...I haven't—mmmmm—really..." she began to say, but I didn't believe her.

"Does he treat you well, hmm? Is he attentive to you when he comes home from uni, hmm? Is he a good...son?" I teased, her cunt nearly gushing now. My fingers sloshed around her womanhood, her excitement growing.

"Do you...take care of him, hmm? Are you a good mother to him?" I murmured.

"Ohh, fuc—Chloe. Don't...just...ohhhh God, yesssss," she whined, her pelvis flicking up, taking my buried fingers.

"I...I think it's a mother's duty, don't you to, well, take care of her...son. If he was my son, well..." I gently pushed, and taunted her. "Look at him, Arabella. Look how handsome he is...how solid he looks. Do you ever imagine what his...cock looks like, hmm? I am...right now," I smiled, three fingers fucking her now.

"Ohhh, Chloe...no...please—aaaaah—don't say those—mmmmm—things," she whinged."Just...ohhhhh, God that feels...so...good," she groaned.

"Hmmm. And what if it was your son's...fingers right...there, hmm? Can you imagine, hmm? I'm sure you have, Arabella," I said, slurring her name again. "I'll bet he's a good...fuck," I whispered salaciously.

"Ohhhhh, Chloe. You're in—fuc—trouble—aaaaah— now," she huffed, then pulled me up to her, turning me over and quickly straddled my head. She looked at me, her eyes open and lustful.

"That's it...mommy. Ride me...please?" I smiled, hopefully tapping into some other fantasy of hers.

"Ohhhh, fuck...Chloe! You're sooooo..." she screamed, and lowered her vagine to my mouth. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, her earthy, but delicate scent filling me.

Arabella slid her pelvis around my mouth, my tongue piercing her plump labia lips. I drove my tongue as far as it would go, Arabella, wiggling above me. I spanked her smooth butt, her delicious moans filling the room. She settled down and began to rock her hips on my tongue, taking me like I was her little toy, which was fine with me. I spanked her again, her loud, "Uuuuuugh," mixed with every low groan. I moved my hands and tried to cover her full, heaving breasts, but my hands were too small. I grasped her nipples, pulling both in tandem, her pussy gushing her juices into my eager mouth. She lifted her body up, her stomach muscles so tight, she did it with ease. She looked down at me, her mouth in that little, puckered, 'O' and smiled.

"That's it, Chloe...oooooh...my...my sweet..." she huffed, enjoying the feel of her dominance over me. I slapped her arse again, harder this time. Her fingers went to my hair, and she pulled, my shrieks echoing in her cunt.

Her constant deep breaths, the ceaseless in and out of each deep breath captivated me. I looked up

at her tits, rising and falling with every deep gasp. I swallowed all her copious juices, my tongue prodding and flicking her clit. Her rhythmic, 'uuuh, uuuh, uuuhs' were muffled from her thighs clamped on my head, but loud enough for me to get wrapped up in each melodious whimper. I was being such a good girl, tasting and eating her pussy. The harder she pulled my hair, the harder I sucked her intimate clit. I dug my nails into her ass, desperately searching for her little sealed entrance. Her hips sped up, wiping her pussy on my face, my tongue catching every forward thrust. I squeezed her bum, sucked her clit, and she came, howling into the ether as I took her.

"Mmmmm—yesssss...oooooh—fuc—Chlo—yesssss" she moaned, her loud guttural sounds thrilling me.

Her juices washed over me, soaking the pillow under me, my face a mess from her slushy orgasm. She was still pulling my hair, as I was still spanking her beautiful arse. I felt so proud, as I drank all she could give me. Her gyrations ended too soon, her lively hips swaying over my face, marking me with her scent. I looked up, her head resting on the headboard, each breath deep and fulfilling now.

I swatted her bum and she crawled off me, chuckling to herself.

She drooped a single arm over me, and smiled, her face a glowing cerise and flushed.

I smiled, leaned over, and kissed her with my soppy face. I fell back, and rubbed her essence into my face, moving down and covering my breasts with it, too.

"That was..." she began to say, 'til I shushed her with a single finger to her lips.

"Just breathe, darling," I whispered, and kissed her, her breath warm and inviting. I kissed her head, and her cheeks and made my way down her body, nuzzling and covering her with my lips. I planted soft kiss after soft kiss on her delicious buns. I moved her so she was flat on her stomach, her body still heaving for air.

I spied her discarded riding crop and picked it up. I looked down at her squirming bum, and slapped her, the sound reverberating off the walls. She wailed with the first smack, so did it again. With every hard smack, her ass tried to move away from the leather flap.

"Up!" I said, determined to take advantage of her position.

Half-heartedly, she lifted her bum up, and I swatted her again, the dull red mark showing up against her white flesh. I stroked her five, maybe six times then dropped the crop and leaned down, kissing and licking every mark I had made on her precious bum. I caressed her cheeks, kneading and kissing them. My tongue slid through her crevice, and a low moan came from her.

"Chloe," she haltingly said. "Really...you don't have...oooooh fuck," she groaned, as my tongue flicked her little bud. I held her in my hand and lost myself in her body.

I had my hands on her hips, keeping her in this rude position whilst I licked and bit her arse. My hand delved between her still-dripping cunt, lathering it up and wiping her ass with it. I stuck my finger into her spasming pussy, and her muscles contracted around it. I gathered up her thick, viscous juices and ran my finger around her sealed hole. I rubbed and rubbed, wetting it beautifully. I let a long dribble of my saliva trickle from my mouth and land on my finger.

"Does your...son fuck you here, hmm?" I teased. "I'll bet you love him...fucking your gorgeous ass,

don't you, Arabella?" I taunted again, still rubbing my finger on her precious hole. There was no reticence on her part, only her giving in to me.

"How does it feel, hmm? Do you like me massaging your bum, hmmm? Does your son slide his...cock up here, darling? Go on. You can tell...me," I hissed, pressing my finger harder, but not piercing her bud.

"Fuc—oooooh, Chloe. What...God—yessss—that's...good," she yelped.

I continued to tease her with all the incestual thoughts I could come up with, knowing somehow, that either it was a thought of hers, or reality.

"Say his name, Arabella. Go on. It's...Jonathon, isn't it?" I teased, my finger sliding so easily around her private cavity. "You have a gorgeous bum, darling. So...soft," I whispered, fondling her globes, my finger still caressing her. "I...adore it, darling. And you," I moaned.

Arabella had her head buried in the mattress. All I could hear were her almost desperate cries. I saw a stray hand move under her body and felt her stroking herself.

"Go on, darling. Touch yourself. Cum for Chloe," I rasped.

My head delved into her cute behind, licking and prodding her hole. I could feel her fucking herself, her ass bobbing up and down with every touch she gave herself. My tongue tickled her bum, her breath so bloody loud now. I slipped a hand between her legs, touching her wet hand, pushing her fingers harder inside her stretched vagine.

I pulled my mouth from her dusky hole and bit her ass, Arabella spasmed under me, as she orgasmed. I spanked her just as she was reaching her peak, her loud cries thrilling me so. I leant up and watched as her body shifted and gyrated around, the sight of her pleasuring herself almost setting me off again. Her staccato 'uuuuughs' never ending. I laid my head on her delectable arse, the rising and falling making me smile. Her body collapsed on the cosy mattress so I crawled up her supine body, her sweat leaving a beautiful sheen on her back. I lay over her and grasped her arms, pulling them over her head. I rubbed my pussy on her, probably leaving little marks of my secretions on her. I buried my head in her moist hair and breathed in.

"I think I'm in love with you," I giggled into her ear. I could feel, rather than hear her laugh. She mumbled something that sounded like, "Me, too," through her lifeless body.

My mind was still finding ways to tease this heavenly woman, as I slipped off her body. I know I didn't weigh that much, but...

"How's my...mommy doing, hmm?" I sniggered, and kissed her cheek. I waited for her reply, hoping I hadn't gone too far with my, well, perversions.

Arabella didn't answer, but her face broke into the most glorious smile.

I guess I was right, I thought cheerfully.

Her face was dripping with a mixture of perspiration and perfume, so I slipped from the bed and ran to her ensuite. I found a washcloth, rinsed it out, and ran back to her. I gently moved her over on her back and bathed her face. With every gentle swipe of the soft cloth, I kissed that spot. I kissed her forehead, her pert little nose, her lips and cheeks. Her quiet moans filled me with her love. And lust.

"Thanks, honey. That was so...so, uh, different!" she cackled. "You really are something, hmm? God, Chloe...never have I ever..." and she laughed.

I lay my head on her chest, my mouth touching the bottom of her breast.

"You have quite the, uh, imagination, don't you, Chloe," she sputtered. "Maisie is so lucky to have you, darling. For so many reasons, okay? Just not the sex...but who you are," she sighed, and embraced me.

We finished our wine, completely comfortable in the erotic haze that filled the room.

"Are you hungry, darling? I'm famished after that!" she laughed. "C'mon. Let's see what we can come up with, all right?" and she slid from the bed, and retrieved a robe from her ornate wardrobe. She handed me one, saying, "It may be a tad large, but it should do," she smiled.

I followed her down the stairs and back to the kitchen. My papers were still strewn around, completely forgotten for the last three hours. I looked at her clock and knew I had a few hours before I had to call Maisie. How could I ever put into words what had happened today? Another bridge to cross, I thought.

I played her sous-chef, the conversation light and easy. We didn't even talk about her garden, just quiet chit-chat, getting to know each other. She was intrigued by my relationship with Maisie, but I probably rambled on too much about her. Arabella's beautiful smile assured me she didn't mind. I dare not mention her son, figuring this may another conversation for a later date!

I had to pry a bit, but she finally told me about her company and background. It turns out she had a MA in art design, studying at the Royal College of Arts yonks ago. She had dabbled with curating, actually, but found her niche in the private sector. She promised to show me her designs at some point in the future. I was flattered, knowing her high praise for even my initial designs were well thought out.

We put together an easy salmon dish, and she opened another bottle of wine, perfectly complimenting what we had come up with. Preparing the dinner took longer than it should have, neither of us could keep our hands or lips to ourselves.

We sat at the table, talking and watching the sun go down.

"I'm totally infatuated with you, Chloe. In a good way, okay? Not creepy, all right?" she chuckled, and held my hand.

"As I am with you, Arabella. I have the feeling I'm going to learn a few things from you!" I giggled. "Just not about sex, 'kay? Just...everything. I'm struck with you, how you handle yourself, your poise, your, well, elegance really. I like you," I said, blushing furiously.

"If I was ten years younger, Chloe, well..." she laughed, heartily.

"Hmmm. Well, I love you as you are, darling," I gushed, squeezing her hand this time, and she

blushed this time.

She talked with me a bit more about her job as a freelance interior designer and her husband. It seems that at forty-three, they just drifted apart so they're both leading, for the most part, separate lives, hence the one bedroom with the masculine feel about it.

"It works for us, Chloe. Sure, I'd rather be in love but...We'll divorce one day, I'm sure, but until then, well, he has his mistresses and I have, well..." she said, never finishing the thought.

"So you're, uhm, bi then?" I asked, stupidly.

"You couldn't tell?" she laughed. "Sorry. That was mean of me. Yes, Chloe, I most definitely am. I don't take many lovers. I never have, actually. I devote myself to my family and the home, hence the garden expansion. You being here is a breath of fresh air, Chloe...in so many ways. I think we're going to have a beautiful relationship, darling," she said, cupping my cheek in her hand.

"I'm glad to hear that, Arabella. I think you'll be good for me, ya know? And I hope I'm the same for you, sweetie," I sighed and leaned over and touched her lips with mine. "I'm a pretty complex person, or so Maisie says," I laughed. "I'm only 23, so I am still discovering myself. I have fabulous parents and two sisters whom I adore. They support me in whatever I do. I, somehow, found Maisie and we just clicked. She actually asked me to marry her not long ago. I thought it was in a pique of passion, but she was serious. As am I. As I said, she's given me this time to explore and make sure I'm all in with her. I'm glad I've met you, Arabella. You're, well, special to me," I sighed.

"And you're just the tonic I need, Chloe. I've missed the...intimacy of another woman. Yes, I think we're well suited...for now, all right?" she smiled. "So...are you staying the night or...?" she asked.

"I...I'm not sure. I'd love to but I have a full day with my sisters tomorrow. I'm taking them to this lovely butterfly garden we found years ago, and then we're having a 'night at the museum,' sleeping over and getting scared!" I laughed.

"That sounds fabulous, Chloe. I get it, okay? I'm never going to pressure you, all right? As much as I'd like to, I understand a bit more, right? My door is always open to you, all right? And not just for the glorious sex!" she chuckled.

"Well, the sooner I get these plans sorted, the sooner I can begin to give you your dream sanctuary, 'kay?" I smiled, and we hugged.

She brought me into the large front room, our robes billowing away as we walked through the home. She pulled my head to her shoulder, and daintily kissed my head. I scrunched into her, her arms so warm and welcoming.

She slowly lifted my chin, and kissed me.

"Perhaps I should stay the night, Arabella. I can always get up early and head home, 'kay?" I smiled, and engulfed her lips, again.