[mf] she likes following directions

Steve had become my “Daddy,” and I had become his “Little Girl.” Yes, there was distance between us, but that made things a bit more interesting. I turned over complete control of my sex life to him. I am not able to do anything without his permission. If I want to go on a date, I ask permission – then Steve tells me what is allowed, and what is not. If I want to pleasure myself, I ask permission – then Steve tells me what to use, how to use it, and what I should think about. If Steve thinks of something he wants me to do, he tells me in explicit detail what he wants, and then gives me a deadline to do it by, expecting a full and honest report. On occasion Steve will call me and give me instructions over the phone as I carry them out right then and there. He once asked me to take topless pictures while at work for him. I followed directions – like I always do.

Before coming out this last time, Steve gave me some specific instructions. He told me to get online and find a couple of different new sex toys to buy, and also a new lingerie outfit – saying that he wanted something “naughty.” I found a vibrator, a dildo, and a super sexy black lace lingerie outfit, that left nothing to the imagination. It has a choker collar, which two strips of black lace come down from to cover my nipples, and then connect to the bottom portion, which is a silky thong. I knew Daddy would love it, and couldn’t wait to wear it for him.

When Steve got into town, he told me that I would be able to spend a couple of nights with him, and to make sure I brought my new toys and outfit. Before heading to his hotel, I made sure I got everything packed that he wanted. I styled my long dark hair in big loose, sexy curls that framed my face. My eyeshadow was shimmery dark grey, and I wore the same dangly gold earrings that I wore the first time we met. I decided on a black tank top with thick lace shoulder straps, tight jeans with holes in the thighs, and sparkly gold flip flops.

As I walked down the hallway on the 7th floor of his hotel, my heart raced, and I could feel my panties were wet. I hadn’t seen him since he had become my “Daddy.” I was excited, aroused, and a little nervous.

“What would he ask me to do tonight?”, “Would I be willing to do whatever he asked?”, “Of course I will!”, “Holy shit, I am so wet right now…”, “I can’t wait for him to fuck me.”

All of these thoughts were racing through my head as I stood in front of his door.

He had propped it open, so I lightly knocked, and let myself in. As always, he was staying in a high end hotel, and the room was beautiful. It was a corner room and had two different balcony’s. One on the south side, and one on the west side. Steve was sitting at the desk when I walked in. He stood up, said hello, and walked over to me and immediately gave me a hard, passionate kissed. He pulled away, looked me in the eyes, and said “It’s been too long.” I nodded in agreement.

I put my bag down on the bed, and he went and sat on the couch. I walked over to join him. Before I sat down he looked at me with a look that I knew all too well – the look that he got when he wanted me. The look that he would get in those piercing eyes that I knew he was about to give me a good time. A rush of adrenaline surged through me, and I felt my clit quiver with excitement. I stood there staring into his eyes waiting for what was next. He softly, but authoritatively said “Take your clothes off. All of them.”

I looked over to the windows to make sure that no one would be able to see inside. The sheer curtains were drawn, and I figured that was good enough. I slipped off my tank top revealing a black bra with a light pink lace overlay, and a little pink bow right in-between the cups. While watching Steve’s face, I slowly unbuttoned my pants, and slid them down revealing matching panties. They were black see through mesh, with a light pink overlay on the hip bones, and a tiny pink bow in the middle of the waist band.

“I love matching bras and panties.” Steve said as he watched me unclasp my bra, toss it aside, and then slip out of my panties. He then stood up and pulled me into him, kissing me hard. My hands wandered up his shirt, and over the skin of his back, then to his front where I undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, his underwear following. I then ran my hands up his shirt helping him pull it over his head. We both stood there, our naked bodies against each other, running our hands over each other while I held my head back as he kissed my neck.

His hands ran over my arms and breasts, down my stomach, and then to my wet pussy. He slowly slid his fingers along my clit and then up into me as I caught my breath. I love how he fingers me. He then brought his fingers up to my mouth, and I licked them – tasting my wetness on his fingers. “Good girl.” he whispered.

He then grabbed my hand and led me over to the window. I hesitated, not wanting to be seen, but he had other plans. He pulled open the sheer curtains so there was no barrier between us and the glass. I held back, seeing people down below in the swimming pool and walking in the courtyard. It was getting dark outside, and the lights were on in the room, so I knew that they would be able to see us if they looked up. The 7th floor isn’t high enough to be out of sight. Steve pulled me to the sliding glass window, and said “Look at all those people down there. They have no idea what I’m about to do to you.” I looked at him with possibly a twinge of fear in my eyes, but he had a lustful, demanding look, and I knew that I would follow directions.

He pressed me up against the glass from behind, my arms above my head – palms on the glass. He kissed along the back of my neck and shoulders as he finger fucked me for all those below to see. Whatever hesitation or fear I had melted into desire as he got me close to orgasm. My thoughts about the people below turned into lust as his fingers forcefully slid in and out of my pussy. I thrust against the glass as I reached orgasm, as he fingered me with one hand and pushed me up against the glass with his other hand. I came all over his fingers as those below walked in the courtyard and swam in the pool – not caring if any (or all) of them were watching.

After I finished my orgasm, Steve pulled me away from the glass and kissed me again as he grabbed my breasts, and my ass. He led us over to the blue velvet armchair a few feet away from the window. He sat down and motioned for me to sit on his lap. He was big and hard, ready to be inside of me. Another burst of adrenaline surged through me as I turned away from him, and straddled his legs. I held onto the arms of the chair as I lowered myself onto him. He guided his way in as I slowly lowered myself down. He felt so good, and I needed him inside me. All of a sudden he grabbed my hips and thrusted himself into me as he forcefully pulled me down onto him. I gasped with pleasure, loving how he feels inside me. He thrusted and I bounced on him as he grabbed my back and pulled my hair. I looked over to the window, wondering if anyone could see us – hoping that they could. As I was lost in this thought he pushed me off of him just in time to cum all over his stomach, his legs, and the chair. I knelt down in front of him, and slowly licked his dick, tasting him and me as I gently took him into my mouth.

He then cleaned himself up, while I put my panties on and his t shirt. We then ordered room service, and we joked about having me laying on the bed in just my panties when they showed up to deliver our food. We decided to play it safe and I stayed under the covers. Maybe next time some lucky room service guy will get to see me in just my panties sprawled across the hotel

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