UPDATE: Fucked the work experience girl again last weekend [M35/F18]

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*tldr: After striking up a friendship with the work experience girl (Laura), I gave her my number (at great risk) during her last day at the office. Turns out that she also had a crush on me and incidentally was a horny sex freak. Last weekend we had sex all night in a budget hotel room.*

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After the events of last weekend, to say I’ve had a bit of a spring in my step all week would be a massive understatement. Not only did I get to have sex for the first time in literally years, but knowing that I still had the ability to attract younger girls at my age was a massive confidence booster. I consciously had to tone down my borderline obnoxious cheer after one of my co-workers, correctly assuming that I had gotten laid, starting pressing me for details. After realizing that revealing the truth would most likely have consequences – or at least be highly scandalous – I played coy, resolving to keep the affair to myself for the time being.

 

On Wednesday, Laura called and we had another long phone conversation, though this one was less sexual and more personal in nature. I learned why she was a year older than her peers at high school: her father had a serious health condition, and was unable to afford the treatment, so she dropped out of school to work full-time to contribute toward the medical bills. Currently, he was in no condition to act as her caretaker and was living a few hours outside of the city. Her mother was apparently more monster than human and was estranged from them both. For now, she was living in shared accommodation while she repeated her final year.

 

I was touched by the story, but the selfish, perverted part of my brain was still plotting away. She was only 18 but was self-sufficient, independent and most importantly, living out of home. If this was going to be an ongoing affair, then the fact that her parents weren’t in the picture meant that the biggest potential obstacle was already removed.

 

After that, we recalled the steamy night in the hotel room and she asked me what aspects of the evening I enjoyed the most. Curiously, she kept fishing for compliments about the tightness of her pussy. She seemed to get off on hearing me talk about how it was the tightest pussy I’d ever had. I asked her to elaborate on the vagina exercises that she mentioned while I was losing my mind inside of her. I found out that they were called “kegels” and she’d been doing them daily for years.

 

She also made me download Snapchat. The app confuses the hell out of me and was very unintuitive, but I figured out the basics enough to receive pictures from her and use the chat function. After our call she sent me a few selfies and said that if I proved to her that I wouldn’t screenshot, then she’d send me nudes later on.

 

We spoke about our plans to meet again on the weekend. The original plan was that she would come over on Saturday night, as my soon-to-be-ex-wife was going to be visiting her sister and brother-in-law interstate, leaving me with a rare opportunity to have the house to myself (ownership of the house is to be decided in the divorce settlement). Laura told me that something had come up with her father and so she wouldn’t be able to come over after all, though she could do something Friday night.

 

As much as I wanted to get a hotel room again so I could have her all night, the lawyers fees for the divorce have been stacking up and I simply couldn’t justify the cost. I suggested that we meet up for dinner, which she said was a great idea.

 

I reserved a table for two at an Italian restaurant in the suburbs, that I hoped would be quiet. In the afternoon we texted back and forth. She asked me what she should wear to our date. I told her to surprise me, but wouldn’t accept that as an answer. She was adamant that I should dictate what she wore, even down to the color of her make-up and how she wore her hair. After I asked her to give me some options to choose from, I decided that she should wear a short skirt, a top that showed off her tits, and her hair in pigtails. I also told her not to wear a bra or panties.

 

As soon as I met her outside the restaurant I realized I’d made a huge mistake. She was dressed in an outrageously provocative outfit: a short plaid skirt, knee high sports socks and a tight tank top that made it perfectly obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. On top of that, she was wearing a pair of large framed “hipster” glasses, even though I knew she didn’t need them. The pigtails added to the outrageousness. She looked incredible, but she also looked like she had walked off the set of a barely-legal porn shoot. I’d wanted this to be a discreet, low-key affair, but I’d allowed the power of my influence over her to go to my dick, and there was no doubt that we would be attracting a lot of attention.

 

I’m sure that many guys would love to be in that situation, but for me it was honestly excruciating. I was preoccupied by what the staff and the other patrons must be thinking of us, and of me. She looked 18. I look young for my age, but I’m sure the age difference was obvious to everyone. There were 2 older gentlemen at a large table just beside ours, and they kept glancing over the whole time. I couldn’t figure out if they were silently judging me or if they were checking out the eye candy on display, or both. As we sat, I was consumed by embarrassment and anxiety, which wasn’t helped by the fact that she insisted on playing with my hands and kissing me at the table. She didn’t seem bothered by the attention at all, in fact I’m sure she enjoyed it a lot.

 

As we were waiting for our meals, she went on a lengthy rant about some inconsequential drama that was happening within her circle of friends at school. As she went on about the petty grudges between her school friends who I had never met, I began to wonder what the fuck I was doing there. She was hot, she was young, and this was my fantasy, but was this worth it? As I grunted in feigned interest, my mind recalled some of the comments that I had read in response to my initial story: the ones that told me that there was no way that I could have a genuine connection with this girl because of the huge age difference. I had basically dismissed the comments, thinking that this girl was an exception. We’d spoken at length before, but she’d managed to keep an air of maturity about her during our previous conversations. It became apparent then that no matter how mature she was for 18, she was still 18.

 

When the garlic bread arrived I noticed that she would break each piece up into smaller pieces with her hands, and shuffle them around on the plate before eating them. I caught myself before I told her to stop playing with her food, and chuckled to myself. This is what I get for going out to dinner with an 18 year old. There was no use in fussing over it or getting her to change her behaviour. This is what I wanted, and this is what I got.

 

The meals were good and she offered to pay for her half. Even though I insisted that she didn’t, it set my mind at ease somewhat. We strolled aimlessly afterwards. Feeling more comfortable after escaping the judgemental eyes of the restaurant patrons, I became more and more aroused as we spoke. I shamelessly admired her body as we walked; she noticed and smiled in approval. I playfully put my hand onto that incredibly oversized and toned ass that had made me weak at the knees last weekend. I remembered that I had instructed her to not wear panties, and I ran my hand around the small of her back to confirm that she hadn’t. I quickly began to recall the incomparable sensation of her tight, teenage pussy clamping my cock like a vice. As the blood rushed to my groin, I began to forget the annoyance and anxiety that I had felt during dinner, and began to see her as a sex object. My sex object. She had told me numerous times over the phone that I could fuck her anytime I desired it. That she wanted to be my little fuck-toy. I wasn’t totally sure if she was being serious or if she was just winding me up in the heat of the moment, but I was sure as hell going to try and hold her to that promise right now. I suggested that we walk to my car, she agreed.

 

As an aside, on the way we walked past a promotional poster for the film “Finding Dory”. I mentioned that I had heard it was good, and asked her if she’d seen Finding Nemo. “Yeah, when I was 6”. Instantly, I felt like a dirty old man.

 

We got into the back seat of my car and made out like teenagers. I whimpered as she nibbled on my ear and licked the sensitive spot behind it. I ran my hands all over her incredible, tight, little body but upon reaching her huge, round ass found myself unable to pry my hands away from it. I unzipped and my cock sprang free, already leaking with pre-cum. She took a brief moment to admire my cock before inhaling it with youthful gusto. I made sure to etch every detail of this experience into my memory. Before last weekend, the thought of the sexy as fuck, slutty 18 year old work experience girl sucking me off in the back seat of my car was almost beyond imagining. Now it was happening, and it was fucking magical. My mind went back to the question I’d asked myself earlier, was it worth it? My new answer: fuck yes. Whatever it took to get here, it was fucking worth it.

 

We were in a relatively secluded spot in the suburbs but there were still people about. I suggested that we take a short drive to a carpark that adjoined a large park area nearby.

On the way, she asked me if I’d enjoyed it when she called me “daddy” last time. I said that I did. “How big into the daddy thing are you?” she asked. I said that it had been the first time that any of my partners had called me that during sex, but I thought that it was pretty hot. “It’s not weird at all with the age difference?”. I paused, before saying “not at all”. But I was secretly thinking, shit… it was so hot *because* of the age difference.

 

As we parked in the near pitch dark of the carpark, she resumed sucking my cock. I pulled a condom out of the glove-box and after a quick shift back into the backseat I prepared to fuck her from behind. She’s quite petite, and short at just a bit over 5 feet, so while it was slightly uncomfortable for me there was just enough room to fuck without having to open the doors.

 

I grabbed a handful of ass in each hand as I pulled her onto my cock. Her pussy resisted me to the point where I experienced a mild pinching sensation. It was unbelievable, she was actually too tight for my decidedly average sized cock. Thankfully, her pussy was naturally very well lubricated. Her moans were very high pitched and hearing them turned me on like crazy. The absence of light meant that I had to rely on my hands to tell the story. I grabbed and spanked her ass hard. I freed her tits from her top and grabbed them as they swung back and forth with each thrust. I grabbed a tuft of her hair and pulled her head back to meet mine, before sucking on those gorgeous lips like a dirty old man on the luckiest day of his life.

 

She started with the “daddy” thing again. I was her daddy, and she was my “slutty little princess”, or alternatively “my little girl”. She complained about being uncomfortable and we changed position, with me sitting upright in the middle seat and her bouncing on my lap. It was here that I was taken aback by how far she wanted to take the “daddy” scenario.

 

“Do you like fucking your slutty daughter? Are you proud that your little daughter grew up and became such a filthy little cumslut for your cock?” were among the questions she had for me. I was taken aback for a moment. I thought her calling me daddy was hot, but I really wasn’t expecting to launch into a full daddy/daughter incest role-play. I decided that I would just roll with it. “Oh yes, my darling daughter has grown up to be such filthy fucking cum-slut, and now your daddy’s going to fuck you like you always wanted it” I said, genuinely surprising myself with the filth that was coming out of my mouth.

 

I grabbed her ass tightly as she bounced up and down on my cock, every so often telling her to slow down when I was close to cumming. As surprised as I was by the intensity of the fuck session, the most surprising thing was yet to come.

 

She declared breathlessly. “I’m just gonna say something, to see it how it feels, okay?”

 

“I love you”

 

If she had been able to see my face clearly, she may have noticed my eyes widening in disbelief. What was this? Was this part of the role-play, or was this an actual proclamation of love? And if it was, was she aware of how ridiculous it was to say those words a week after getting together? And we had spent the week apart, as well. I was extremely confused.

 

“I love you too”

 

I was pretty sure I didn’t mean it. But to say anything else might have ruined the moment. I decided to roll with it and to seek clarification post-coitus.

 

Hearing that set her off, and she started to moan incredibly loud. The reverberation from the confined space of the car interior amplified the sound, making it nearly deafening. She peppered the phrase into the dirty talk, injecting a new element of intensity to our daddy/daughter role-play session.

 

“I love you daddy. Please fuck me. Please fuck me harder! Oh daddy, I love you so much.”

 

The fact that she was bouncing hard in my lap, pigtails flapping around just made the whole thing seem even filthier.

I pulled her tits out and tried my best to suck and lick her nipples as she rode me. She demanded that I bite her nipples. “Harder!” she barked at me after I did so. I was too frightened and turned on to refuse.

 

I came hard, but it was the weirdest, guiltiest and dirtiest orgasm I’d had in a long time, maybe ever. I knew that after all of this was said and done, I’d probably have a lot of processing to do.

 

I drove her back to her car and we said goodnight. I drove myself home, feeling a little overwhelmed. I had daydreamed about fucking this girl for months. In my fantasies, she was the inexperienced young girl and I was the older guy who would blow her mind with my lovemaking abilities and show her a world of pleasure that she had never imagined. Now, I was feeling like a little sheep who had barely survived an encounter with a ferocious fucking tigress.

 

We’ve texted a bit back and forth since, and she’s sent me a few Snapchats. At this point I’m thinking that I’m okay with the role-play, but that we should maybe put the brakes on the whole “I love you” thing. We’ve made loose plans to see each other again this weekend, so I might see how that goes then.

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