Daddy(43m) Finally Catches Babygirl(23f)

I first met Sara about a year and a half ago on POF. We chatted, and seemed to be into the same things which translates to Dom/sub, Daddy/babygirl play. The only issue is that she had no real world experience, and it was only fantasy for her at that point. Sara is a student, a worker, a daughter, goes to church, a talented artist, a really sweet girl. Furthermore, she is an extremely good looking young woman – when I say good looking, this girl has model features. As a teenager, Sara did some legitimate work and has shown me parts of her portfolio. Huge, wide blue eyes, long silky black hair, high cheek bones, thin, but feminine. I had her send me several pictures to make sure she wasn't catfishing. She was a late bloomer sexually, and seemed genuine about wanting to explore. I felt she was worth an investment of time. Over the course of a few weeks, we had discussions on the nature of Dom sub, limits, fetishes, past sexual experiences, and so forth. I gave her a few simple assignments, which she completed dutifully. She was engaged and excited about her growing role. It was fairly clear that Sara is a small town girl with big city dreams. Her imagination is quite active with a rich fantasy life, although few sexual outlets. Apparently, the current boyfriend while nice, was not very open-minded hence her acting out online. After some furious sexting, and going about as far as you can online, I pressed her to meet. She went back and forth a few times before declaring that she couldn't and I broke it off frustrated that I had misjudged my mark.

Sara would occasionally email or text afterwards, yet it seemed like a dead end. I asked why she was wasting time checking back in, and if she had a conscience about her boyfriend or reservations, she should delete my contact information forever. She would go silent and wait a couple of months before she would contact me again.

I didn't think much about it, and assumed she was just another girl with an online fantasy. Then about two months ago she re initiates contact and says she is ready to commit. The catalyst appears to be the boyfriend was caught playing around on some inappropriate sites (hhhrrrmmmmpph, not to state the obvious….). So we start going through the rules again. This time I am very firm with her, and require her to check in daily, stop masturbating, begin some mental discipline. Sara takes right to it like she had been in training for months. Fast forward two weeks, its time to meet. Finally! I have been trying to reel this girl in for over a year.

I am at the pre-arranged spot, a hotel off the beaten path. I instructed Sara what to wear, a mid length skirt, classic blouse, light make-up, feminine, never slutty. I am there and tell her what room she is expected at. This is when she texts she is in the parking lot, but has had second thoughts. Fuck. She feels guilty about the boyfriend, she is worried I am a killer. Her mind is racing a thousand miles an hour. I come outside and glance around and spot her an SUV not too far away. I text her that I refuse to beg any sub to come to me, and she should just leave now if she doesnt have the heart for this and I am done with her forever more. Annoyed, I gather my things and leave.

About five minutes later she texts me she is sooo sorry, she is just scared about the room. I agree to turn around so we can talk in the car. Sara sits in my car, and is legitimately quivering from anxiety. Mental note to self, perhaps I pushed her too far too fast with coming straight to the room for a session. Proceeding on, I observe she is dressed as requested, and is absolutely stunning. I tell Sara if she wants to be my submissive, then she must immediately submit to punishment. Her eyes grow wide and I interpret her stillness as acquiescence. We are in my car, it has grown dark, and the parking lot of the hotel is deserted. I tell her to lean over, raising her ass so I can give her a spanking. Although she hesitates, a quick smack with my open hand, encourages her to move faster. And just like that she enters sub-space, responding to my commands. As I begin to spank Sara, I admonish her for making me wait, being so indecisive. She needs a firm, older man who knows hot to take charge. Sara nods, and says yes sir. I begin quizzing her about our rules, and she repeats them. I can tell she is a bit overwhelmed with all that is happening yet I continue. I ask, if I yank her panties down and inspect her, will I find she is sexually excited. She doesnt respond, but I know the answer. As I tug her cute cotton panties to the side, her pussy is hot and wet, hungry for attention. I smile, the slut's body is winning the battle.

By this time her head is in my lap, her ass up in the passenger seat, and I continue my discipline. Of course, my cock is hard by now, and I unzip. I sense some hesitation from Sara – it is going further than the conversation she had in mind when we agreed to meet in the car to talk. But I have no intention of allowing her to regain control. I push her head down on my cock, and I feel her submit to my will. Sara begins to blow me, and it is the most exquisite blow job I have had in years. Not because of her wanton experience, or porn star technique. Rather, because she is soft, gentle, and begins trying to please me the best way she can. As far as I can tell she is a genuine submissive who just needs firm guidance and training. While Sara is getting into orally taking care of me, I continue finger fucking her with my hand wrapped on her ass, occasionally providing a few firm smacks. The build up was very intense, and I lasted no more than 6-7 minutes. Sara was impressive continuing to suck me until I gave her permission to sit back up. She composed herself, and smiled wryly as if to say this isnt as bad as I had made it out in my head. I told her she had partially redeemed herself, and I was proud of her for coming this far in her journey. Before dismissing her, I told Sara I would consider her for further training provided she had the courage to proceed. I am coming to discover I may have found a prize – you be the judge as the story unfolds

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3u153i/daddy43m_finally_catches_babygirl23f

5 comments

  1. Shit, I’m 6’4 and built like a tank. I wouldn’t go into that room, and no one should.

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