[MF] at Daddy’s request.

This is my first time writing a non-fiction from my own perspective tale so be gentle. This is from my first experience with my {new to me} Dom/Daddy. I’m posting this at his request. I’m a little apprehensive but good girls always do what their daddies ask.

The hotel room is small. Nothing special. Everything about it is dated, from the small TV on the dresser to the pattern of the chair in the corner. Not that I care. And not that he does, I assume. He gives the room a once over, peering into the bathroom and around. He makes a comment on the room, something about it being nicer than rooms he’s paid more than double for. I’m quiet. Nervous.

He walks over to me and backs me up to the wall. He runs a finger along the hem of my dress. He’s happy with how well I’ve followed his instructions. I look up to him, we’re maybe millimetres apart but he doesn’t kiss me. He knows I want it, and he withholds.

He turns me to face the wall and I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. He pulls both my arms behind me and runs his hands down them before letting go. I place my hand on the wall and my nails scratch along it. His hands are everywhere, my hips and my breasts. I want to touch him, but he told me I wasn’t allowed so I try to keep myself in check. What do I normally do with my hands? Could I be any more awkward? He doesn’t seem to notice, thank God.

I’m breathing hard when he lets me go. He sits down in the chair and indicates I’m to stand in front of him and face the other way. He slides his hands up my dress almost massaging my thighs. First one, and then the other. Once again I’m faced with what the fuck do I do with my hands? I seriously need lessons in how to be a normal human being.

“Sit on Daddy’s lap,” he says. Well, you don’t have to tell me twice. The chair is small but we manage. He’s kissing the back of my neck and running his hands all over me again. Fuck it, I reach back and grab at the back of his neck. He doesn’t stop me, instead he grabs my hair and pulls my head back and he kisses me, finally.

He pushes me forward enough to unzip the back of my dress and push it down my arms. He kisses along my spine while I pull my arms free. I’m wearing lace bralette underneath it. Light and easy to move out of the way. He’s playing with my nipples while he kisses my neck.

“Get on the bed,” he tells me. I lean back against the pillow like he indicates. He kisses me and slides his hand up my dress and pulls my panties to the side. He’s pleased with how wet I am.

He’s finger fucking me with one hand and holding my down by my throat with the other. I grab the belt loop of his jeans just for something to hold onto. He’s smiling at me and kissing me while he plays with my clit but he stops just shy of me cumming.

He steps back from the bed and motions for me to get up. He runs his finger along my lip and I open my mouth to clean it off. He asks me how I taste. I meet his eyes, “good, Daddy.” He smiles at me and watches me clean off his fingers.

“Get on your knees,” he says. Uh, absolutely. His belt slaps me in the face as he opens it. He drops his pants and underwear. He’s hard, like really hard. I tentatively grab his cock and and swirl my tongue around it.

I can hear him breathing. I grip his thigh to steady myself and I start sucking on him. He’s praising me and running his hands through my hair. He grabs my hair and buries his cock in my throat. I gag, harder than I’d like to but he doesn’t seem to mind. He let’s me ease off and I stroke him and ask if he’s going to fuck me.

“Not until you’ve cum,” he says. Okay by me. I go back to his cock. “Look up at me.” I do. I can’t see him when I’m looking over my glasses but the noises he’s making are giving me an indication he’s liking what he sees.

He backs me so I’m on my knees, pinned between him and the bed. I’m arched around the mattress. I take him to the hilt again. I’m gagging. I like gagging, but I’m not happy with my level of control over it. Maybe he’ll let me practice?

He takes off his shirt and kneels in front of me, keeping me pinned to the bed. He starts rubbing my clit while he kisses me and pulls on my hair. I have both arms stretched out across the mattress. It’s not long before he tells me I’m allowed to cum and I do.

He stands and helps me up, turning me around. “Take off your panties,” he tells me. I ask about my dress, hanging around my waist but he tells me it’s hot. Leave it on. Okay then. I’m still wearing my sandals too which is a little weird but whatever.

He bends me over the mattress and slides inside me with ease. He’s thick. Like thick. And it feels incredible. I’m babbling, I know I’m babbling but it just feels so fucking good. He’s hitting all the right spots. “Are you going to cum without permission?”

Fuck. You.

“No, Daddy,” my voice is high pitched and almost strangled. I can picture the smile on his face. I’m struggling and he knows I’m struggling. I instantly start begging him. I’m too far gone to even care. Whatever it takes. He waits, thrusting into me at a rhythm hard enough to move the bed across the room. I’m losing my footing.

It seems like an eternity before he finally tells me I can cum. If it weren’t for the bed my knees would have given out. He fucks me through my orgasm and then pulls out, telling me to get on the bed with my head hanging over the edge.

Are you sure you trust me to stand up at this point? But I manage to get up there. I have a minute, wearing my sandals on the white bed spread kinda throws me off but he doesn’t give me much time to think about it. He’s thrusting into my throat.

It’s my first time in this position and I’m acutely aware of my teeth. Fucking teeth. I have to arch my back awkwardly to keep them out of the way. I’m gagging and I can feel the spit running down my face. He pulls his cock out and tells me to clean his balls. Second first for me, but I’m enthusiastic enough. How hard could this be? While I lick and suck on his balls he strokes his cock.

He alternates between having his cock and his balls in my mouth. He’s talking but I can’t make much out. I think he called me a ‘deep throat queen’ or something at some point. I’ll admit to a little pride. I have his balls in my mouth when he cums on my chest.

He climbs off of me and helps me up. I lean against the bed while he gets dressed and grabs his phone. He’s talking to me about nothing in particular and I start to feel a little self conscious so I shrug my bra and my dress back on. I’m a little surprised at how quickly this all ends but whatever. He goes out for a smoke and I fix my lipstick.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6sqrd8/mf_at_daddys_request