My Lolita [MF] [long]

This is my gone wild story. Unlike most of the stories on here, this one is actually true. It really happened to me. And I created this account for the sole purpose of sharing it with all of you.

Last December, I started talking to a girl here on Reddit. Now, before I go any further, let me state for the record that I am married, in my mid-thirties, and wasn’t online that night looking for trouble. My wife was out of town that weekend, and I was just passing the time.

I’ve always had a thing for latin girls. This particular night, I saw a post from a girl and she pushed all my buttons. She was every private fantasy I’d ever had, all wrapped up into one cute little package. She was a 20 year old Latina college student, with braces, dark hair and skin, and an amazing ass. Did I mention she had an amazing ass? Her room even looked like a little girl’s room; pink walls and stuffed animals, the whole nine yards. She totally played it up. She looked like jailbait honestly, and she knew it. She also was into ‘daddy’ play and the dd/lg lifestyle (see r/littlespace for more info). Now, I’ve always liked being called ‘daddy’, it’s something I’ve been into for awhile, but I never knew there was a label for it until I met her. It’s safe to say that I became obsessed with her immediately. I decided to send her a private message thanking her for her posts, to say that I’m glad she introduced me to dd/lg, and to ask her how long had she been into it.

Much to my surprise, she wrote me back!

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, If I had known how far things would go as a result of that message, I would have deleted my reddit account, thrown my phone away, and gone off the grid forever. But I did not do that.

We began talking. About two hours of private messages that night. It became a game to see how many times my envelope would turn orange when she responded. I loved it! Our earliest conversations focused mostly on sexual fantasies, things that turned us on, things we’d like to do to each other. I was surprised to find that we had the same kinks. She had a breeding fetish, and loved to tease me by telling me how much she wanted my cum inside her. She told me how she wanted me to cum in her panties and make her walk around with it. She confessed how she’d always wanted to be put on a leash, and led around like a dog. She wanted to be humiliated; made a mess of. She wanted someone to write on her body, and post pictures of it online. We talked about our most private sexual fantasies. Things we had never shared with our current partners. It was amazing to be that open with someone, and not be judged or rejected.

Let me take this opportunity to provide background on my marriage. My wife and I have a pretty much non-existent sex life. We have been married for a decade but we never had sex very much. There was also a period of time where she had been unfaithful to me, and to some degree we never really recovered from that. To be able to talk with someone who not only enjoys sex, but has the same kinds of fantasies as I do, was something new to me.

This girl explained how she was in a weird spot with her boyfriend. He had left town for a few months, and things had been rocky between them before he left. They used to be able to share in dd/lg role-play but he wasn’t into it anymore. She was left feeling unattractive and unwanted. She had been cheated on by her boyfriend on many occasions, so she knew what that felt like as well. We talked about how we’d both experienced rejection, and how bad it felt to be in an unsatisfying relationship. We each could understand where the other was coming from, because we’d been there.

Our conversations became longer and more personal. She asked how old I was, and after a bit of hesitation, I told her. I thought for sure that telling her my real age would set off her creep alarms, and she’d shut me out and that would be it.

But she was unfazed.

Then, she asked if I was married. I saw no need to lie to her and pretend I wasn’t.

Again, she didn’t shut me down. It actually turned her on that I was an older married man, and it turned me on that she was so young and ‘innocent’. And we played it up to the fullest. I had never experienced this kind of sexual chemistry with anyone.

The more we learned about each other, the more we found that we had in common. Here I was talking to someone 16 years younger than me, and actually seeing eye-to-eye on a lot of topics, not just sexual things. There was a depth to the conversation that kept drawing me back for more. We talked about everything from politics, to religion, to music, to the universe. She asked me about my favorite book, and to both our surprise, it was the same one. We talked about obscure things we’d always contemplated but never discussed with anyone else. We ‘got’ each other in a really deep and profound way. I was floored.

I think I was the one who originally suggested the idea, sort of playfully at first, although she was thinking it too. I proposed we meet up, and she enthusiastically agreed. How fun it would be to explore a strange city together, with someone we felt this kind of connection with. You hear about reddit hookups all the time, but neither of us had ever done anything like it. It was exhilarating.

By a twist of fate, our schedules aligned perfectly in March. We made plans to visit a certain city that we both had never been to before. The anticipation was off the charts. In the weeks to come, we talked about it constantly. We had begun reading the novel ‘Lolita’, and we would draw parallels between us and the characters in the book. About how I was an older man taking advantage of an innocent little girl. We talked about how I was going to own her for that weekend, how she would be utterly mine. She told me how she wanted my cum in her the entire time. She talked of how she wanted to feel it leaking out of her throughout the day as we explored the city. And she teased me about how she wanted me to send her home pregnant to her boyfriend. It drove this dirty old man wild.

We were both counting down the weeks and days until we could finally be together. Our relationship had gone from a chance encounter with dirty messages, to a close personal friendship. Yet still we hadn’t met in person. When the day finally came, we were obviously both nervous. That first time meeting her at the airport was something I’ll never forget. We’d talked for hours about how it would be for us to be in public together. We knew the age difference would be noticeable. Would people assume she was my daughter? Or would they know the truth, that I was fucking her and she was loving it? It was so fun to come up with different scenarios, and ways we would tease each other in public.

For our first meeting, we both dressed the part. Me, the ‘daddy’ with my sport coat, white button up shirt and jeans, I looked very adult. She, with her bright shirt, funky socks and makeup made her look even younger than she really was.

I waited at the baggage claim. And waited. She sent me a message saying she was off the plane and where was I? I turned around, and there she was. We both smiled. We both knew what the other was thinking, but we played it cool. We could already feel people’s eyes on us. It was intoxicating. She looked even more amazing than in pictures. She was significantly shorter than me, and looked so young! I almost felt like a perv. But then I remembered all the twisted stuff we had talked about, and I didn’t feel so bad. She wanted this as much as I did.

That first night, we got some dinner and watched the movie Lolita. I gave her a gift, a custom pacifier I had commissioned for her, something to get her feeling ‘little’. We went to bed and I read her a dirty bedtime story. I could tell by the way she was squirming that the story was turning her on. Suddenly, without warning, she pounced on me and started grinding. The tension had finally broken, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was in little space and she needed daddy’s attention.

I decided to make this first night all about her. I blindfolded her and laid her on her back. I wanted to take my time with her and tease her a bit. I ran my hand down the front of her panties and she was soaking wet. I couldn’t wait to taste her. I knew she loved being humiliated, so I slapped her face a bit. I took her soaking panties off and stuffed them in her mouth and called her a dirty little slut. She loved it. Slowly, I positioned myself between her legs and let my tongue gently touch her dripping pussy. She tasted amazing! I could feel the heat coming off of her. A moan escaped her stuffed mouth as I slowly licked her, gently at first, then with broader and longer strokes. I did not fuck her that first night. Instead, I kissed and teased her entire body to the point where I thought she was going to explode.

The second night is when it really went down. After a day exploring museums, and teasing each other in public, we returned to the apartment anticipating what was to come. We had some drinks, put on some music, and I told her I had a surprise. I reached into my bag and pulled out some markers (washable, of course!). Her eyes got wide. Again, I blindfolded her and removed all her clothes. I slowly, painstakingly wrote filthy things all over her little body. She had talked about how she wanted me to own her, so what better way than to put a baby in her? Across her stomach, I wrote ‘Daddy’s Baby’ … above her pussy I wrote ‘Semen Here’, as well as other demeaning phrases that you can view for yourself in the comments. Then I positioned myself near her head and guided her hand to my cock. She instinctively grabbed it and began stroking me. She licked the tip gently, and then took me into her mouth.

God the feeling of her young mouth around my cock was one I’ll never forget. Watching her little mouth open wide to try to fit me in was amazing, and seeing it go in and out got me hard. I reached down to finger her pussy as she was sucking my cock. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet! I decided to fuck her face more deeply, I wanted to see how much of daddy she could take. I thrust deep into her throat, slapping her face and asking her ‘is that what you want? do you want daddy’s cock?’ She began to choke.

With her blindfold still on, I rolled over on my back and she regained her composure, and proceeded to give me head. Feeling her hand stroke me into her mouth was more than I could take. I felt myself getting close. I did not want this to go in her mouth. We had talked enough about this beforehand, and I knew where I had to go. I pushed her onto the bed, and thrust myself into her. She let out a gasp as I entered her for the first time. Her pussy felt incredible! She was so hot and tight. The feeling of being inside her, the sight off her beneath me, hearing her begging for my cum, it was more than I could take. I gave a loud moan and let myself explode inside her.

A smile crept across her face. She finally had what she wanted, but I wasn’t done. To my surprise I was still hard. Feeling myself cum inside her only turned me on more. I kept fucking her, only harder and rougher now now. My hands reached up and grasped her throat. ‘Oh yeah, push that cum in deeper daddy … give me your baby!’ Within minutes, I felt myself getting close again. The thought that I could get this young girl pregnant with my baby, that she actually wanted an older man to fuck her like this, was too much. I came in her a second time.

At this point I was exhausted. I pulled out of her slowly and beneath her ass was a giant wet spot from her wetness and mine. I collapsed next to her and we slept naked together for the rest of the night.

The next day we played it up even more in public. We got plenty of stares by people as this was a Saturday and there were naturally more people out. One of the ticket people in the museum even commented that the exhibit was a bit scary and that maybe she should hold my hand. I could tell that she was embarrassed by this, but it also turned her on. I would take any opportunity I could to grab her ass, or whisper dirty things in her ear. She would egg it on by doing the same, telling me that she could already feel my baby growing inside her. That night we watched 50 Shades of Gray and The Secretary, and had some more dirty role play where she was an innocent girl and I was her daddy teaching her a bout how babies were made. I asked her if there was anything that she wasn’t willing to try. She thought a moment, and said that she was terrified of knife play. In fact she said it was strictly off limits, but before long I had convinced her otherwise. Soon, I was running my knife blade gently along her throat and arms, reminding her to stay perfectly still and no sudden movements. The level of trust this girl placed in me was unreal. Hell, the fact that she had come all this way to meet me, have sex with me, and now this, was almost more than I could comprehend. We felt extremely close.

The best part of the entire trip though, was our last morning together. We awoke to the sun streaming through the windows of the apartment, both of us naked under the blankets, with her in my arms. Everything felt right. This person I’d just met a few months earlier, felt like someone I’d known my entire life. As I was lying there with her, I thought about how all these events had transpired, and how the past three months had led up to this. The way we were feeling about each other was more than a random hookup. She woke up and we had sex one last time before getting ready to leave for the airport.

As she was getting ready that morning, she realized she had a bruise on her neck from where my hands had been so tight around her throat. Even though we promised no marks, part of me was glad to send her home with a visible reminder of me.

Her flight was later than she had originally thought, so we stopped at a little breakfast place. As we enjoyed our coffee together one last time, we realized that we didn’t know if or when we would see each other again. It was sad, but we tried to put it out of our minds. We’d become close before the trip, but now every emotion was amplified.

After I dropped her off at the airport, as I was heading home, my mind was spinning with what had just happened. It all felt like a dream. It still does. Now we are left wondering where we go from here. All we both know right now is that another trip is in order, and soon! There’s no question we’ll see each other again. After all, she belongs to me now.

TL;DR; I met a girl half my age on Reddit, we hooked up, and fell in love.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61wkd0/my_lolita_mf_long