I [F] met [m]y Reddit Daddy in real life for the first time and he dominated my ass.

I met a redditor yesterday. It was pretty amazing and I thought I might share the story. For the purpose of discretion I am going to call him Mr. M.

Mr. M started messaging me a few weeks ago after I made my first post on gonewild (on a different account I quickly abandoned soon after). He simply told me I was of interest to him and offered to become something of an online sugar daddy. I was naturally apprehensive at first, but he never pushed me for more information than I was willing to share and he frequently lavished me with gifts.

Mr. M quickly came to know me – at the least the highly sexualized, totally disinhibited version of me. Under his command I would cum many times, feverishly submitting to any request he could conceive. He grew to know my lingerie and toy collection and added exponentially to it. Within three weeks he had me hooked up on Lovense and had me deep throating a mold of his cock on cam. Our agreement was working splendidly – I genuinely looked forward to receiving messages and sexy demands from him.

Then a few nights ago everything escalated. He told me he was coming to my city on business and asked if I might be interested in meeting him downtown in the afternoon for coffee. I hesitated but he assured me that there were no strings attached and that I could leave instantly if I felt unsafe. I reluctantly agreed and we set up our first rendezvous at a Starbucks near the mall. I didn’t hear from him the following two nights, until just the day before. He wanted to confirm our meeting and time. We confirmed.

Fast forward. Yesterday was the big day. I got up, went to the gym, did my normal morning routine, and got ready to meet Mr. M. I was all nerves but curious about the man who had spent the last few weeks commanding me to fuck myself. I had seen his photos – he had an excellent body and seemed handsome enough, but meeting people from the internet is always a little gamble. I arrived 5 minutes passed and immediately recognized him. He was seated, dressed in a grey suit, with a tall latte in his hands. Mr. M was handsome. He was tall, probably around 6’3, biracial with light skin, and well built. His jacket strained at the shoulders as he reached out to shake my hand. We spent about thirty minutes talking awkwardly, quietly appraising each other in each moment.

After the first half hour he stood up and asked if I would be inclined to join him for dinner this evening. I agreed and he beckoned me to follow for a bit. We went outside, crossed the street, and disappeared in a local department store. Mr. M knew I had a thing for heels and dresses. True to our original agreement, he now lavished me with a gorgeous gift of red bottom heels and slinky dress. He only asked that I wore my new possessions to dinner along with a particular black collar I liked to pose with in my gonewild photos.

We picked a time and went our separate ways. I’ll spare you the details about getting ready or the dinner its self. Safe to say, I enjoyed his company immensely. We talked about everything and drank good wine. He let flash some of his dominant tendencies, taking charge to do the ordering for the both of us. By the end of the night I had probably drank an entire bottle of cabernet sauvignon to myself and I was utterly beside myself, willing victim to his sultry charm.

He insisted on escorting me home, calling an Uber and asking me for my address. I gave him the details and we set off towards my condo. Mr. M was aware that I lived with a housemate and thus I didn’t think too much of his insistence to bring me all the way up to my apartment door. We passed my concierge, stepped into the elevator, and got out on my floor. In a few steps we were standing in front of my threshold and I was shyly thanking him for the beautiful gifts and delicious dinner.

Mr. M reached out and grabbed my throat as I was talking him, wrapping his fingers around the black collar that adorned my neck as he pressed me to the wall. “The night isn’t over”. He whispered in my ear as his free hand crushed my left breast. “I think it’s time for Daddy to show you just what a little slut you are. You’ve been playing coy with me all evening – but I know who you really are. You get wet at the thought of your ass hole being stretched or your throat fucked.” He moved me to my front door and I soundlessly unlocked it, guiding him towards my bedroom.

As we stepped into my room he closed the door behind him, his hand still clenching my neck, and pushed my to my knees. “On your knees my little fuck toy”. He fiddled with his fly and drew his semi-hard dick out. It was thick and darker than his body. He strummed my lips with his thumb and pushed open my bottom jaw. “You’re going to learn to beg tonight. Do you understand?” He asked. I looked up at him, frozen and blinking. He placed the tip of his cock in my lips and repeated himself. “Do you understand?” He repeated.

“Yes”. I replied meekly.
“Yes what?”, he shot back.
“Yes, Daddy”. I corrected.

Before I could sound the last letter he forced his cock deep into my mouth, causing my throat to tighten as my gag reflex activated. He moaned audibly, gathered my hair, and began to saw his hips back and forth. I was struggling to find my breath as he fucked my mouth, paying little attention to the saliva dribbling from my lips or the tears streaming down my face. “Deeper”, he kept commanding, but his cock has grown to a thick 9 inches and I was struggling to even force half of his shaft down my throat. I kept coughing and gagging, each wretch squeezing him and causing him to groan. He kept holding my hair and dragged me backwards, pinning my head against the wall. “If you’re going to be my slut you’re going to need to learn to take me in your mouth. I am going to push myself all the way in and choke you while counting back from 5. Be a good slut and show me you can take it”.

He pressed his hips into me and suddenly the back of my throat was pierced by his cock. My eyes widened and I struggled, pushing at his thighs. “5, 4, 3…” He stopped and slid his cock out, leaving me to gasp and cough. I looked up and could see the displeasure in his face. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced my down on all fours. His free hand hiked the hem of my skirt up over my waist to expose my bare ass. WHACK WHACK. He would suddenly unleash two resounding slaps to my naked cheeks. I squealed and cupped my hand over my mouth as a sharp warmth radiated over my rear. “You should really try harder”. He instructed. “You shouldn’t disappoint your Daddy”.

He righted me once more and pushed his hips towards me. I took the base of his cock with my hands and guided the tip to my lips. Gazing up at him I opened my mouth and began to draw him in. Mr. M grew impatient and pushed himself all the way in, starting his count again. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1”. I squirmed and gagged, choked completely by his cock. I couldn’t breathe. My tear ducts ran wild and spittle dribbled down my chin. He would start to draw his cock out and stroke my hair. “That’s a good slut”. He moaned, starting to fuck my face again. “A fucking good cum drinking slut”. He used my mouth for his pleasure, sawing in and out until my jaw started to ache and tremble. Once he was ready to burst he drew his cock out and instructed me to open my mouth. Pointing the tip at my tongue he exploded, pumping hot semen onto my lips and down my throat. “Don’t waste a drop”. He commanded. “Swallow and clean me up.” I obliged begrudgingly – truth be told, I absolutely hated swallowing cum. I licked my lips clean and stood up to straighten my dress.

Mr. M smirked at me and pulled me into his arms. “I didn’t tell you that you could stand”. He remarked. “Tonight is far from over. I am going to fill every fucking hole tonight”. His hands pushed the strap of my dress off my shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. He lead me over to the bed and pushed me down, caressing my breasts and probing my body with his tongue. He licked my pussy lips, tracing the tip of his tongue along the outside and dove down deeper. Pushing my knees towards my head he lifted my butt and served himself my ass hole. His tongue swirled around, darting up and down, in and out. I squirmed as he tasted me, lapping at my crack. My pussy gushed with moisture and my cheeks flushed red. I was groaning, offering him a vulnerable feast. And oh how he ate it, burying his face into my fleshy ass. I loved every moment of it! Gradually his licking grew longer and he found his face nestled into my cunt. “I am going to turn you into my own little ass slut”. He remarked before pressing his tongue against my clit.

I moaned audibly and pushed two fingers deep inside of my pussy. “You’re so wet”. He whispered, tracing my mound again. He withdrew his fingers and forced them into my mouth, leaving my to suckle my taste off of them. “So wet”. He repeated as he continued to toy with my owning, running his fingers along the slick surface and lapping at my clit. As this hands became covered in a mixture of spit and my juices he positioned it under my butt and started to push his index finger into my ass hole. I gasped, lifting my head to protest but his other hand would pinch my nipple violently and command me to lay back down.

He now grew more vigorous in his tasting of me, working his tongue against my clit as he dug his finger into my ass deeper and deeper until it swallowed him to the knuckle. “Good girl”, he hissed, pausing to watch as he slid his finger in and out. “How many fingers does a good slut take?” He asked rhetorically before stretching my ass by adding his middle finger. I covered my face with the crook of my arm and he continued to devour me until my legs trembled. I was nearing the edge of my first orgasm when he slowed down and pulled his face away. “I didn’t say you could cum yet”. He remarked. “Your ass isn’t ready to take daddy’s dick. Only girls who know how to take daddy’s dick deserve to cum”. He pulled his fingers out and buried four into my pussy. “Your pussy is ready for me.” He hissed, thrusting into me. He would watch me squirm before returning to licking my clit.

“Oh fuck”. I whispered, my knees unwillingly drawing together. Mr. M adjusted his grip and drove three fingers into my ass hole. He showed no reservation, thrusting his thick fingers deep into my ass as though to mimic the power of his thick cock. “Good girl, you can cum”. He told me, swirling his tongue and licking my clit hungrily. I exploded then and there, cumming with his fingers buried deep inside of my ass. My body shuddered and my clit grew sensitive. I tried to squirm and get away but he kept lapping.

He got up, surveying the room momentarily. His eyes honed in on my night stand and he opened the bottom drawer to remove the wand vibrator he had watched me use so many times before on cam. He brought his hips against mine and slid his cock inside of me. “You’re mine”. He remarked, pushing my legs open and lowering the vibrator to my clit. He fucked me. Good and raw. His hips bucking against me as the vibrator buzzed against my clit. I squirmed and begged him to stop, but he just kept penetrating me mercilessly. “Beg me to cum. Beg me to fill your pussy”.

By now I was in the midst of my second orgasm, my body shuddering around him as he continued to bore into me. I could feel my juices seeping into a puddle beneath me and my pussy once more started to become sensitive. “Please stop”. I squeaked, “I just nee -“. Mr. M clasped his hand over my mouth and continued to fuck, growing ever more vigorous. The room was filled with rapid clapping, there was absolutely no way my roommate couldn’t of heard. I pushed my hands against him, but resistance was entirely futile. He continued to pump into me, rubbing my clit with the vibrator until I started to tremble again.

We relished in the sight of me, delighting in the control he exercised over my body. He urged me to open my mouth and spat inside, claiming me for himself. I buckled for a third time and came for him. He turned off the vibrator and toyed with my nipples, sucking and nipping at the hard nubs. “Open your mouth”, he commanded while spitting on my chest. He straddled my ribs, put his shaft between my supple breasts, and pushed them together roughly. “Stick your tongue out”. He began to thrust, fucking my tits with long strokes until this head would bump against my tongue. His cock was slick with the juices of my cunt, my taste lingering in my mouth. “Oh god. You’re so fucking sexy. Daddy’s little whore. I am going to fuck the shit out of your little ass. It’s what I’ve dreamt about ever since I saw your picture on Reddit. You’re going to become daddy’s little ass slut. I’ll stretch you and deposit my cum in your ass every night, fuck toy.” He gave my tits a few more thrusts before shifting and turning me over.

Mr. M repositioned himself between my legs, forcing me on me knees before him. My ass hung in the air like an offering, moist and inviting. He palmed my cheeks, appraising the bounty in his hand before giving it a resounding smack. I could feel the flesh redden with the imprint of his hand. He ran his fingers along the crack and dove two directly into my puckered hole. His other hand reached for pussy and pushed three fingers inside. I remained on my knees he penetrated both holes, one with each hand. He watched his handy work, spitting occasionally to lubricate my ass as he continued to force his fingers inside, adding an additional digit to each hole.

I moaned as he stretched me, gripping at the fitted sheet that covered the bed. He must have taken this as his queue to enter me because he suddenly retracted his hands and placed the tip of his cock against my ass hole. One hand wrapped around my hip, the other gripped the collar around my neck. “You’re going to beg me to cum in your ass”. He remarked, before pushing his hips into me.

His cock felt so much larger than his fingers. I gasped and squirmed, “My ass!” But Mr. M kept slowly pushing. I felt like he was impaling me, “my ass..” I whined again. He drew back and began to rock his hips, guiding me back into him with each thrust with a yank of my collar. Seconds felt like minutes as his cock pushed deeper and deeper with each little thrust. He continued to work diligently, taking his time until my ass met his hips. “I see my little slut needs more use. You barely can fit my cock”. He laughed and pulled me towards me, forcing me to kneel with his dick buried deep inside of me before him. My back arched and his hand fondled my breasts. “Don’t worry. Daddy will teach you. You’re worth every penny. You’ll learn to love being fucked in the ass. You’ll beg for it. Your ass will open up as easily as your cunt does. But now, now I’m going to fuck it”. He pushed me back onto all fours and opened his legs a little wider. My thighs were forced open, struggling to keep stable on the bed. He leaned in and began to pump wildly, sawing into my ass.

Eventually I couldn’t help but submit. The muscles relaxing until he could glide in and out with ease. I kept my face buried in the pillow, my screams muffled as he pounded away. “Beg” he demanded. And I obliged.

“Please cum.”
“Beg”.
“Please… cum”.

My pleas did nothing. He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, popping out momentarily as he repositioned me on my back and forced my ankles together. I felt him slide inside of me as he bent over, forcing my legs over my head. He continued to fuck my ass, using it now entirely for his own pleasure. He wanted me to know that I was his toy, a device purely for his pleasure. He had been paying me for weeks, buying me gifts, watching me toy with myself, fantasizing about stuffing every hole with his cock. Now I was his in flesh and blood.

He pushed my legs apart, grabbed the vibrator, and pushed it against my clit. He wanted me to cum while he fucked my ass. With a flip of a switch it was stimulating my clit as he continued to indulge in my anus. “Please daddy. Please cum in my ass”, I begged, willing him to stop. My body was starting to aching, my holes were swollen with use. But he kept on going, still deaf to my pleas. “Daddy please fill my ass. I need to feel you cum deep inside of me”, I pleaded, my body starting to tremble with sensation. His thrusts grew more urgent as I begged for him to cum, my own body edging towards my final orgasm. “Daddy please fill me with cum. My ass is yours. Let me milk your cock. Daddy please, fuck, cum.” I felt his warmth explode inside of me as his cock dumped me full. I too came at that moment, although by then I was spent.

He pressed himself against me, shuddering as he waited for his balls to drain and eventually pulled himself out. He smirked and pulled me in his arms, holding me for a moment. “Tomorrow pick a few things out online that you’d like to buy. I will also send you a few different sizes of butt plug to start training”. He kissed the side of my head, “I want you to be ready for me next time… “

I fell asleep eventually and he let himself out. I woke up in the morning to a text thanking me for the good night, letting me know to check my PayPal account, and informing me that next time he might also bring a friend.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2migy/i_f_met_my_reddit_daddy_in_real_life_for_the

15 comments on “I [F] met [m]y Reddit Daddy in real life for the first time and he dominated my ass.

  1. Holy cow! So well written and so incredibly sexy! I’m glad you shared this. Thank you!

  2. Holy gosh.. Having read this and then gone through your photos I can see why he was so eager to claim you. A masterpiece of a body

  3. I lost my hard-on once I learned your sexuality was bought and paid for. Mr. M sounds like a fucking sadist asshole.

  4. You call them gifts, the rest of us who shake hands with reality. Call it sex work. Nothing against sex workers. I’ve happily paid for it. No regrets, I just don’t deal well with the delusional.

  5. Vixen,

    Your story is very well crafted and writen. Very erotic, very hot. The build up, the seduction if I may call it that. Im curious if Master told you to post the story or gave permission.

    There is so much that I find stimulating about this story, don’t fret the nay sayers, you handled them extremely well and with decorum.

    Another poster mentioned you’re pics, and while I was not interested in your looks as much as your tale of obedience, you are an amazingly gorgeous and succulent young woman!

    One aspect of the whole story, which I can relate to in various degrees, that makes it that much hotter… is the fact that you ARE an independent, strong, financially sound, smart and successful woman. One who, at the end of a demanding day in which you are obviously full of responsibilities and control. .. has a burning desire to relinquish all control and submit to a man. His will. His desires. Your Master, Sir, Daddy.

    I get it.

    I was in his shoes for about year. Online, Feeding Into the fantasies of a married woman. Earning her trust. Her desire. Her everything. It’s powerful for both in the relationship. To build her up, to break her, to make her mine. And she loved every second of it.

    I’m jealous, we never had the chance to meet, but if we had, the experience would be similar to yours. Foreplay. Coffee. Dinner. Seemingly vanilla, yet in control the whole time.

    God. I miss having a submissive. Miss her.

    Enjoy this while it lasts!

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