Daddy Love

[AdrianCT]

Every day was the same.

Sat at his desk, dressed in the uniform of the security company, Eric watched
the hands of the clock ticking around and twirled the pen between his fingers.
As the last of the claimants left the building, clutching their emergency
payments from the unemployment bureau, he picked up the keys from his station
and proceeded to lock the large glass doors. As the last bolt slid into place,
he resigned himself to another 6 hours at his desk, monitoring security
cameras and then patrolling the building in the eerie silence. He took a look
at the clouds building over the office and realised it was likely to rain at
some point soon.

"Great," he muttered. "The third floor will probably have a leak again."

Returning to his desk, Eric sat down in his chair and pulled his phone out of
his pocket. Carefully inserting his headphones into the socket and then one of
the buds into his left ear, he sat back and pressed play on a file sitting in
a folder. Nodding his head in time with the music he was surreptitiously
listening to, the next hour began to drift by. In the midst of listening to
whatever radio station was being pumped into his ears, he realised he could
hear an additional beating sound. Dragged back into the present, he was aware
of a figure at the door, huddled against it in the rain that had begun to fall
whilst he had been whisked away to another location by the music.

"We're closed," he said as he stood up from the desk, making a slow approach
to the entrance. It wasn't unusual to encounter claimants who were confused by
the 2pm closure time and he approached the door in the same manner as he
always did in those circumstances. He realised that the figure at the door was
female and she was holding something in her left hand. She pressed it against
the glass and now he realised he needed to get a closer look at it. Picking up
his pace, Eric scooted across to the door and realised it was a security pass.
He waved his hands in a general "I'm sorry" gesture as he unlocked the door.
He pulled it open, just enough for the small female figure to dart into the
building.

"Thank you!" She said, shaking the rain from her jacket and pulling her hood
down. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to come in this way but I'm probably late and
I couldn't remember the code for the basement door." she continued as Eric
managed to get a good look at her. She had delicate features framed by dark
hair and her eyes sparkled in a way he had never seen before. "Sorry, sorry -
I'm babbling - I'm Natalie, one of the new cleaners." She thrust out her hand
- which Eric eagerly took and shook, surprised by the strength of her grip.

"Eric - security," He stumbled with his words as she smiled at him.

"Eric? That's a cute name," Natalie said, maintaining the handshake maybe a
little longer than would have been expected. "So, where do I need to go?"

"Oh, for the cleaners right?" Eric stumbled, already somewhat intoxicated by
her. "Lower level - you can't miss it. It's a big room to the left of the
elevators."

"Great. Thanks!" Natalie chirped, practically skipping away from him towards
the bank of elevators at the far side of the foyer. "Catch you later Eric."

Over the next three weeks, Eric found Natalie using the main entrance to the
building on a more regular basis. She was intoxicating to him, particularly on
the days when the weather was sufficient that she didn't need to wear her
heavy raincoat. He quickly developed a deep appreciation for her physical form
as well as the incredibly chirpy and happy persona she carried around with
her. When she would arrive at the office, she would be likely be wearing tight
fitting jeans and a form fitting top, sometimes a cropped one at that, showing
off her toned stomach. On more than one occasion Eric had found himself
fantasising about her as he sat at his desk. There was something about the way
Natalie looked at him at times that made him think the attraction wasn't just
one sided as well.

Each day he found himself counting down until around 4pm, hoping that he would
see her at the main door. When he didn't, he would engage in additional tours
of the building, hoping to run into her as she was cleaning the offices. On
the occasion where they would bump into each other, they quickly lapsed into
easy conversation where time would just pass effortlessly between them. When
their paths failed to cross for whatever reason, Eric would return to his
desk, dejected but optimistic of seeing Natalie the following day. Each
evening, he found himself day dreaming about Natalie and what she would be
like in bed, usually before his father came home from the bar. He lost count
of the number of evenings where he found himself stroking himself to a furious
climax with thoughts of Natalie flying around his brain.

It was late on a Thursday night. Eric's boredom in his job had reached a new
peak and he had taken to downloading videos onto his phone in order to watch
them in the silence of his job. After uploading several of the custom videos
he had commissioned from a variety of producers to his google drive, he was
able to sit and watch them with minimal interruption. The other security
officer - Clark - generally tended to remain in the upstairs offices and
rarely ventured down to the lobby. He was lost in the screen, taking in the
view of the young woman dressed in incredibly tight leggings slowly choking
her male victim between her thighs. In his absent minded state, his left hand
wandered down and came to rest in his crotch, feeling the bulge growing in his
boxers as he continued to watch the headscissor action in the video. The
female performer was taunting her male victim, increasing the pressure in her
legs as she slowly cut off his air supply, grinding her crotch against his
neck with increasing ferocity.

Feeling the bulge in his trousers beginning to harden, Eric thought about
disappearing off to the mens room for a few minutes to relieve the pressure
building there. His hand pressed against his crotch a little harder as he
focused on the images on the small screen.

"What are you watching?" Natalie's voice startled Eric to the point of him
crying out, almost dropping his phone in the process. "Oh my god! I'm so
sorry!" Natalie apologised, despite noticing Eric's clearly excitable state.

"No, no, it's okay," Eric scrambled to compose himself, grabbing his phone
without shutting it off and yanking the headphones from his ears. "Jesus - I
thought you were Clark for a moment..." he began to explain, trying to cover
the bulge in his trousers. "See, he tends to..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of something striking the glass door repeatedly interrupted them
from the fledgling conversation. They looked across and both saw the figure
slumped against the door. Eric instantly recognised it as the drunken figure
of his father.

"Oh shit," he muttered. "Hold on," he addressed Natalie, "I'll deal with him."
He grabbed the keys and moved swiftly to the door. Unlocking it, Joe - Eric's
father - practically collapsed into the foyer. Eric managed to catch him
before he slammed into the floor, but all that accomplished was slowly his
descent to the marble beneath him. "Come on Dad, you're drunk..."

"Get off me!" Joe resisted in his drunken state, his arms flailing around
wildly as he rolled around the floor. "I don't need...pah!" Joe struggled to
get to his feet as well as verbalise his objections to his son helping him to
his feet. "Useless...useless!" He spat at Eric as he finally reached his feet,
violently pushing his son away. "Fucking bitches...they're all fucking
bitches!" He ranted as he tried to lunge towards his son. Eric managed to grab
him and prevent him from doing any harm to either him or himself.

"Let me call you a cab," Eric sighed, managing to redirect his father to the
bank of chairs that were positioned along the side of the wall in the foyer,
letting him slump down on them before returning to the security desk. Even
walking away, his father continued to spew invective from his mouth, some
aimed at Eric, others aimed at women in general.

"Is he okay?" Natalie asked, a worried expression on her face. Eric shrugged
as he picked up the phone from his desk.

"This is normal," he said as he waited for the call to connect. "Ever since he
divorced my Mom he's been on a self destructive path and doesn't seem to care
who he hurts in the process," He managed to relay the details of the route to
the cab company operator before shutting off the call. "I'm so done with him
now - I just wish he would fucking disappear or something." Natalie could tell
how hurt he was from the tone in his voice. She reached out and stroked his
arm, offering him a consoling look on her face.

"I'm so sorry Eric," she tried to soothe him. "If you want to talk about it,
you know you can confide in me. I'm very good at keeping secrets and I'm a
good listener." Eric looked at her and smiled, although the smile failed to
hide the pain behind his eyes.

"Thank you," he replied. "That means alot - maybe we can get a coffee or
something after we've finished here?" Natalie's face lit up at the suggestion.

"Sure - sounds like a plan." He looked back over at his Dad, half asleep now
on the chair. Natalie handed him his phone.

"Cool video as well," she casually added as she got up from her perch on his
desk, winking at him as she walked away. "I particularly liked the part where
she broke his neck between her thighs. I'll see you when my shift is over."

The coffee date was incredible. Even though they were only talking for about
an hour, it felt like an eternity to Eric in the best possible way. The night
was only called short due to Natalie's friend - another service worker from
another office building with a later closing time to their building - calling
her to tell her she was ready to pick her up. For a brief moment their
discussion veered onto the video that Natalie had caught him watching. In his
mind, Eric realised that if she caught him watching the video then she had
also seen him massaging his crotch, albeit in a general way that he had been
planning on brushing off as a sore muscle. He knew it was an incredibly flimsy
excuse but he hoped it would have worked had he needed it. Fortunately, the
conversation skirted around that part, with Natalie simply asking him if he
enjoyed watching women fighting men. He had to admit to her that he did,
admitting to her that the idea of watching it was something that seemed to
light a fire inside his soul. The smile she gave him was one of the most
wonderful sights he had ever encountered.

Making his own way home, Eric wondered what it was about the video that had
piqued Natalie's curiosity. As he reached his home address, he made his way
through the front door and discarded his coat and keys. Hearing the sound of
the television coming from the living room alerted him to the fact that his
Dad was home. He walked into the living room and saw Joe slumped in his arm
chair, beer bottle in hand. He looked up at Eric, discarding him with a
glance. Turning, Eric made to leave the room.

"Where have you been?" he queried. Eric stopped.

"At work - like every other day of the week." He answered. "Why?"

"You're late." Joe barked. "I had to cook my own dinner."

"You're an adult - I don't have to cook for you." Eric answered. Joe clambered
out of his seat, anger clearly written on his face.

"Listen, just because I let you live here, doesn't mean you can live here for
free," Joe spat at him. Eric shook his head.

"Fuck this, Mom had the right idea..." He barely had time to register the fist
that flew at his face before it struck him, dropped Eric to the ground. His
head reeling from the force of the impact, he was vaguely aware of Joe
standing over him. His body registered the impact of a boot into his side
once, twice, three times before he was left in a ball on the floor, curled up
and in agony.

"Never mention that bitch again!" Joe hissed at him. Eric heard the footsteps
of his father moving away from him. "Fuck off out of my sight..."

It was Saturday before Eric returned to work. Even then, he knew that his eye
was blackened and his side was heavily bruised, although that was covered by
his work shirt. The weekends at the office were always quieter than the
weekdays, and usually only had a skeleton crew as far as staffing was
concerned. In his head, he hoped that he would avoid seeing Natalie whilst in
this state. On that particular day though, his hopes were shattered.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Oh it's nothing," Eric said, dismissing her concerns although secretly he was
glad that she was worried about him. "Just one of those things."

"Bullshit," Natalie replied. "Who did this to you? Were you mugged or
something?"

"No no," Eric tried to brush it away. "Nothing like that." He glanced down at
his watch. "You'd better get on with your shift - otherwise Clark will be
pissed."

Three hours later, Eric found himself wandering along the second floor of the
building. Generally this was one of the areas bustling with office workers but
on a Saturday there were just the odd few dotted around working overtime.
Generally the weekend work was preferable to working in the week due to the
lack of staff to worry about and the absence of claimants. He checked all the
doors to the smaller offices to ensure they were locked where no one was
working and then made a beeline for the back stairwell of the building. He
hadn't bumped into Natalie by this stage so he figured she was on either the
third or fourth floor. Climbing the two flights of stairs as quickly as he
could, he opened up the entrance to the third floor. He was met with silence.

Normally there was no one on this floor at a weekend. Primarily it was made up
of senior management staff who rarely made an appearance on a weekend unless
there was some pressing matter that required their attention. Eric casually
sauntered along the office, checking the windows to see that they were all
closed and that no cabinets were left open. That's when he heard it.

"...Just one little..." followed by "NO!" he recognised the first voice as
that of Clark, the boorish and petulant fellow security officer Eric seemed to
be paired with most days of the week. The second voice was unmistakeably that
of Natalie. He moved further down the office, heading into a series of
corridors that had a series of offshoots to other smaller meeting rooms. As he
looked through the large windows each of them had he spotted them. He could
see Clark clearly trying to take advantage of Natalie in one of those rooms,
his paw like hands grasping at her close to the conference table situated in
the middle of the space. He had his back to Eric as he stood in the open
doorway. Eric was just about to rush into the room to try and discourage Clark
from behaving like a fool when Natalie caught his eye. She gave him a look
that told him that she had things in hand.

Clark continued to grope at Natalie, trying to gain some sort of leverage from
her in a vain attempt to kiss her. Everything then seemed to happen in slow
motion. Natalie drove her knee forcefully into Clark' crotch. As he doubled
over, she grabbed hold of his arm and twisted it, forcing him down onto his
knees as she manoeuvred it behind his back. In the blink of an eye she
released his arm, only to then lock her arms around his neck and head in a
move Eric recognised as a form of chokehold. Almost immediately Clark reached
for the arms around his throat. Natalie laughed at him, then looked over at
Eric. There was a look in her eyes that he could only describe as pure lust as
she effortlessly controlled this beast of a man. Already he could tell that
she was slowly choking him.

"What do you think Eric?" Natalie asked, constantly adjusting her grip to
increase the pressure on Clark' neck. "Do you think I should let him go? After
all, for all we know he could have been planning to rape me..." Clark tried to
shake his head as best as he could in his restricted position. "I mean, I
could kill him now and it would be self-defense...right?" Natalie mused as she
looked over at Eric, then at his crotch. "Would you like to watch me do that
Eric?" she cooed as Clark' arms began to flail around in an uncoordinated
manner. "I bet you would..." His arms slumped down at his sides as his tongue
began to hang from his open mouth. His body began to twitch violently and
Natalie began to laugh. "Ooooh it's not long now...not long at all..." then
she released him, letting him fall face first against the table, then slump
down to the floor.

"Holy shit!" Eric exclaimed. "Is he...?"

"Dead? No, just unconscious," Natalie clarified. "Although I wanted to kill
the fat pig." She walked over to Eric, grabbing his crotch and feeling the
swollen member inside his trousers. "Mmmm, you'd definitely have liked
watching me do that wouldn't you baby." She then grabbed the back of his head
and pulled him towards her, kissing him passionately. Their tongues danced for
a minute before she released him. "Listen to me - just go home tonight and
don't try contacting me - everything will make sense in a while." He was
dumbstruck as he watched her walk down to the stairwell without another word.

In the stillness of the empty house he waited.

In spite of what Natalie had said to him, Eric continued checking his phone,
waiting for some sort of message from her. It was nearly midnight when he
heard the sound of the key in the front door. Damn, he thought, it would be
Joe coming back from one his bar crawls. Inwardly Eric flinched at the
prospect of his father coming home drunk. He could feel the knot welling up in
his stomach as he waited to hear the inevitable demands for food or more
alcohol spilling from Joe's mouth. Instead of that, Eric felt his jaw drop
open when Joe stumbled into the living room with a young woman in tow.

"Heeey Eric, this is...Natalie..."

"Nooo, it's Natalie you silly man," Natalie corrected him. Eric took in the
sight of her. She was dressed in a tight fitting black sleevless top and an
insanely short skirt of the same colour. Her legs were clad in sheer black
stockings or tights, Eric wasn't sure, and she was wearing a pair of high
heeled boots that gave her another three inches of height compared to the
trainers she usually wore at work. She looked at Eric with a mischievous grin
on her face and winked at him.

"Do...do you want a..." Joe was slurring his words and struggling to make
sense as he gestured towards the sofa. Natalie giggled as she shared another
knowing look with Eric.

"Nooo, no I'm fine thank you..." she answered. "Maybe you'd like to show me
the thing you were talking about at the bar? You know, the thing you were
boasting about..." a light seemed to flick on inside Joe's mind as she
mentioned this.

"Oh yeah, yeah...the...thing..." he gestured towards the stairs before
gesturing towards Eric in a dismissive tone. "Oh, don't worry about him..."

"Oh I know, I'm sure he can take care of himself," Natalie answered, keeping
eye contact with Eric. "Or maybe I can take care of him after," She added with
a little look that Eric understood implicitly.

The moment they were in the bedroom, she pounced. Natalie pushed Joe onto the
bed, doing her best to keep his hands off her as much as possible whilst also
keeping him distracted from what her true intentions really were. Of course,
he wouldn't realise that until it was too late, but she couldn't be too
careful. This was the third city she'd had to move to in the last five years
due to her particular hobby and eventually she would like to settle down and
live the good life. After all, a woman approaching 30 needed to start laying
down some groundwork for the future. Still, this would be an entertaining
little diversion, Natalie thought as she looked at Joe on the bed.

She had to admit that if you took out the drinking and the casually abusive
attitude, he was a good looking man for his age. Naturally, the ravages of
time had taken their toll on him, but he wasn't an unattractive man...however
her attentions were really focused on Eric. At that point, she ran her hands
over her body for Joe to admire, knowing that she could pick out the sound of
footsteps on the stairs. Natalie moved to Joe like a snake slithering towards
it's prey, climbing up onto his body and pushing herself down onto his crotch.
She could feel something stir in there, which she was surprised at considering
the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. He reached for her - she grabbed his
wrists and pushed them up over his head.

"Oh no baby," she cooed, "You don't get to touch me. Not now." She hissed at
him. In what felt like the blink of an eye she had pivoted, spinning herself
around so that she was practically sitting on Joe's face. She could feel his
breath on the inside of her thighs. For a moment she thought about simply
sitting down on his face, smothering him until there was nothing left of him,
however she knew that Eric was watching from the crack in the doorway and she
wanted to put on a show for him. Her legs moved like lightning, wrapping
themselves around Joe's neck and securing his head between her suddenly
muscular thighs. At the same moment, she unzipped his fly, reaching in and
pulling out his semi hard cock.

"Oh Joe, I thought you liked me?" Mock sadness in her voice, Natalie chided
him, slapping around his flaccid penis. "If you don't get hard for me then I
might get angry," She added, pulsing a squeeze through her deceptive thighs.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft and started to stroke, provoking the
reaction she was hoping for. "Ooooh, that's better now baby." Natalie looked
over her shoulder and caught sight of the figure silhouetted in the door
frame. She blew Eric a kiss. "This is all for you baby." Joe murmured his
appreciation, causing Natalie to giggle. "No, not for you Joe..." she
whispered in a soft voice as her hand began to move up and down.

Eric was watching them from the doorway, his father oblivious to his presence.
His hand was on his own cock, massaging it through his trousers as he watched
Natalie simultaneously stroke his father as she choked him with her thighs.
She nodded approvingly at his actions. He took this as encouragement and
unzipped the fly, letting his trousers fall to the floor before pulling his
own cock free of its constraints. He began to stroke himself and was met with
a look of pure lust from Natalie. She nodded as she began to pump Joe faster
as she tightened her legs around his neck. Now he could feel the effect of her
lethal thighs as they constricted around his airways. He began to thrash
around on the bed, trying to free himself from her grip. This only seemed to
provoke Natalie to take more extreme measures.

"Oooh Joe, you keep doing that baby, you keep trying to free yourself," She
moaned, her own release clearly building. "You're just making me hotter for
you now...ffffuuucckkkk that's it...struggle for me..." she began to grind her
hips against his neck as Eric saw his face starting to turn red and tears leak
from his eyes. He was mesmerised by it all, watching her choke his father as
she was now pleasuring herself with his body. She threw her head back and
looked over at Eric. "Don't you dare cum - that's all mine!" she said between
moans, causing Eric to slow his hand movement. Joe choked out something that
sounded confused from his near broken airways, causing Natalie to laugh. "I'm
not talking to you pig!" She spat as she ground harder now. "Fffuucckkk
Eric...Eric...mmmm...I'm going to kill him for you baby...you like that don't
you? Tell me you do Eric. Tell me you want me to kill him for you. You know I
can..."

Eric found himself struggling to maintain control of his body at the same time
as pushing the words from his mouth. The combination of watching this woman
execute his father in a manner that he only dreamed about was almost too much
for him. He could feel the climax building inside him and he was doing
everything in his power to resist exploding for her. He was almost about to
lose it when he managed to find his voice again. "Yes, yes Natalie! Do it!
Kill him for me!"

By now, the effect of her crushing thighs had rendered Joe practically
unconscious. Natalie pumped away at his cock furiously as she ground her hips
in tighter and faster motions, then the inevitable eruption from Joe happened.
Thick streams of cum ejected from it as Natalie aimed his member away from
her. Her moans filled the room as she hit her own climax, screaming aloud
before twisting her hips savagely to the left and the right, the sound of
Joe's neck being broken in multiple places over and over replacing her
orgasmic cries in Eric's ears. In a flash she dismounted the body, scrambling
across to Eric and taking him into her mouth. She sucked on his cock in a
manner he'd never experienced before, resulting in his own eruptive orgasm
within seconds. He pumped his load into her mouth, Natalie swallowing
everything he had to offer her before carefully releasing him from her mouth.
Eric slumped back against the bedroom door, sliding down until he hit the
floor.

"That was wonderful my darling," Natalie said, stroking his face. "So, did you
like what I did to Daddy Dearest there?" She asked with a wicked grin on her
face. Eric nodded, unable to articulate his feelings clearly at that moment in
anything other than a short, shrill burst of laughter. "I'm so glad you liked
it baby. Now, what should we do about Clark...?"

[AdrianCT]

Finally got up the nerve to book my first session.  After doing some
research, I chose Annie Lynn Klepacki because of her size and good looks.

The moment I walked in the hotel room door (near Philly) I knew I had made
the right decision.  She was an absolute knockout - a beautiful blond by any
standard, I mean model pretty.  She showed off her 5'9", 185 lb. physique by
wearing a skin tight sheer body suit/thong outfit.  She was most impressive -
wide shoulders and lats, shapely, thick arms, thick chest (above beautiful,
full breasts), tiny waist, and massive thighs.  I prefer the off-season,
non-starvation look, and Annie looked like an ordinary, very pretty woman,
but with spectacular proportions and dangerous curves.  Don't expect ripped
from her (maybe later this year when she's ready for competition), but rather
mass, muscular curves, strength, sweetness and awesome looks.  She's a nice
girl - no topless or "service" of any kind - just good clean muscular fun.

As this was my first session, I wasn't quite sure what to do.  We hugged; I
changed into shorts and a t-shirt, paid her, and she sat me down and we
talked a little.  She was so nice, so down to earth, and put me at ease.  She
started by posing a little, letting me feel her flexing biceps, lats, glutes,
etc.  Feeling those hard muscles moving and flexing  under her skin was truly
incredible.

I wanted to see those muscles pumped and at work, so I brought a travel gym
kit (Bodylastics - elastic bands with handles), and she took right to them.
It drove me crazy as she pumped up her arms, legs, and back, and she let me
put my hands on each part as she pumped them.  It was great seeing her
muscles strain from exertion.

Next she suggested we arm wrestle.  I was a little intimidated by her arms,
which were bigger than mine, but I gave it a try.  First, with the right hand
we struggled, and I loved watching her biceps strain, and she finally beat
me.  Left handed, we again struggled, and though she had me about halfway
down, she stopped - said she couldn't finish me off (I don't know if she was
just soothing my ego, or really couldn't beat me, but it was great).

After that, she asked me if I wanted to wrestle (fun wrestle, nothing
serious, no pain).  I figured I'd give it a try - I had never met a really
strong woman before and was really curious how strong she was.  I'm about 6',
215lbs, trying to get back into shape.  She grabbed me around the chest
tightly and threw me onto the bed.  She straddled me and told me to try to
get out.  I struggled mightily, but couldn't budge.  Still with her on top of
me, we locked hands and I tried to push her off - the strain made her biceps,
pecs, and traps stand out sharply. Very sexy. (and why was I struggling? 
just having her on top of me was almost too much to bear).  We did this a
couple of times, and once I got out and put her on her back and got to hold
her down as she struggled.  She tried a few submission holds, including a
crushing leg scissor, which I'm not much into, but it was still interesting.

After the wrestling I was totally out of breath and sweating.  We took a
water break, and then she posed for me some more.  She lowered her top
slightly (like a bikini top) so I could get a better look at her pecs, which
she flexed for me from different angles. I put my hand on them as she flexed.
She has that sexy line of separation down between the pecs.

As the session drew to a close, we sat on the bed and talked about training,
her future in bodybuilding, and various other things.  She gave me some
workout and dieting tips.  The time had gone so fast - we actually went over
by 10 - 15 minutes - she was certainly no clock watcher.  I changed back into
street clothes, we hugged, and I left the room. 

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Hope this wasn't too long winded - but, Wow!  She was awesome.  I had a lot
of fun, and she was just so sweet.  The kind of girl you could take home to
mom, but who is also a feast for the muscle-loving eye.

Her web pages are as follows:
http://www.cyberiron.com/graphics/annie/
http://members.xoom.com/Cyberiron/Klepacki/Index.htm

[jhunter]

Nice, clean writing. Good flow, Interesting climax. Keep up the great work.