Oh Daddy….. Part 1 [MF]

Yes, I will finish my story about B but today we’re having a little detour.

This is just the introduction to the story of Daddy and I. There’s a lot of this tale to share already (and hopefully still more to come ?) I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I love your comments and messages and if any of you have enjoyed my new foray into sharing a few pictures you should send your thanks to Daddy. His encouragement *cough* instructions *cough* finally got me over the line.

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When I joined reddit I wasn’t looking for anything. To be completely honest with you I didn’t even know there was a DM function.

Soon enough, I knew though. After I posted my first story my little inbox notification lit up… and didn’t stop for a good while. I replied to you all, even those of you who led dick pic first (hey, I’m nice like that!) and a few of you piqued my interest a little and we had conversations that lasted a short while.

Then one day I got a really nice message from a guy in Scotland saying ‘Your stories are amazing, you sound like a stunning woman…. keep writing. Xxx’

I replied, like I always do, and we chatted a little bit. He suggested that perhaps I should add some pictures to my writing, not even of me necessarily just the sort of lingerie I wore etc. I told him that if I did that people wouldn’t message me to ask for the pics.

Now at this point he either played me like a fiddle or he was genuinely surprised that people do that.

Either way he said ‘well now I want to see!’

I bit and I offered him the same opportunity as everyone else. He could choose ONE picture. Either my ass in panties, my tits in a bra or a fully clothed body shot.

The cheeky bugger asked me how many he could have.

‘One!’ I firmly replied

Instantly he told me he’d rather see my whole body, as it helped him imagine who I was.

So I sent him a pic.

‘I was 90% about your body’ he writes me

‘Awww I missed by 10%?☹️?’

‘No, basically I underestimated you by 10% your boobs are bigger than I imagined to be perfectly honest ???’

And maybe because I’m a bit of an exhibitionist or maybe for some crazy reason because I already kind of liked him I sent him another photo, of just my tits in a bra.

‘Oh wow, definitely bigger. What did I do to deserve an extra photo?’ Thank you! ?’

We chat a bit longer, talk about our ages etc (he’s actually a bit younger than me, which I’m not usually a fan of, haha) touching on a few dirty elements here and there such as how we both enjoy choking and spanking etc, how he’d so like to spank my ass with his leather belt as I’ve only ever been spanked with a hand before. He’s definitely getting me turned on and excited. Our conversation flows effortlessly, it’s clear we have very similar taste in sex.

Eventually we are back on the topic of how I look and he tells me he thinks my face is probably as stunning as my body.

Always modest (ha-ha!) I tell him in my opinion my face is actually my better asset. He asks me to describe myself, which if you’ve ever tried is really hard to describe facial features. I joke around that I can’t and that he should tell me what he looks like instead. He tells me his hair colour, eye colour etc and then asks me if I can guess what his body looks like. I tell him to just go ahead and send me a pic instead.

He sends me a faceless pic of himself in a suit and bow tie. It’s a good suit, well cut and he looks lean and in great shape. I want to see more, I tell him so.
He sends a couple more headless pics of himself and asks for my name which I decline to reveal. He assures me he will get it from me one day ‘beautiful stranger’ and then it’s time for him to go to bed.

I spend most of the day wondering what he looks like, the face really makes or breaks it for me and by the time he’s awake again a mere 5 hrs later (I kept him up apparently ?) I’ve probably looked back at his photo’s 20 or so times.

He starts my morning off on a good note and sends me another pic in a fucking panty dropping blue suit. He looks amazing and attached underneath is a headless picture of a sweaty, faceless, martial artist.

‘Ummm is that you underneath?’ I ask

‘Yes’ He answers.

Fuck. He’s ripped. Better than I imagined he would look without clothes on. (God I wish I could show you all that pic. It’s still one of my favourites to this day!)

I ask to see his face. He tells me he will show me if I tell him my name and show him my face. I argue a face for a face and he points out that I already have his name from his initial introduction.

I wish I could say I took awhile to contemplate the sensibility of sharing my name with a stranger on the internet but I didn’t. I knew damn well by then that I was going to give him what he wanted.

I cave. I send him a photo of my face.

‘I knew it. Stunning’ he replies ‘but now the most important part, your name….’

‘I believe you owe me a picture….’

We negotiate back and forth and settle that he will send two pics with face now. Then I will tell him my name and he will then send two more pics.

He sends the first pics. He’s as he described, dark hair, dark eyes…. totally handsome. I tell him so and gush over him.

‘Name’ he insists, not that easily distracted.

I take a deep breath and for the first time I tell a stranger on the internet my name.

He tells me it’s a lovely name and it suits a stunning woman like me. He finally sends the pics I really want to see. That killer suit with a face attached and the fighting pic with face.

Fuck. My panties flood.

He is hot, hot, HOT!!

The conversation continues and we touch on a few dirty aspects here and there but mostly keep it fairly mild, I really want to keep talking to this guy but it’s super late night for me and it’s not long until I can’t hold off any longer and I have to drag myself away to sleep.

I wake around 4am and check my phone. A few messages from him. I can’t resist replying. It’s daytime for him so he answers quickly, asks what’s keeping me up… if it’s because I’m wet?

I lie (LOL) and say no. I’m just thinking about things. He asks for details but since it’s mostly him I’m thinking of (and I don’t want to be a mad creep) I decline to tell the truth. ?

I eventually finish my nights sleep and our conversation resumes in the morning. It quickly turns cheeky and he sends me a dick pic and tells me that’s him right now. I admit to being unreasonably horny also but behind schedule for my day. He tells me I should edge before I get out of bed and let my pussy throb all day. I have no idea what’s come over me but I immediately do as he suggests.

I always sleep naked so I slip my hand under the blankets and start touching myself. My pussy is soaked already, new relationship excitement kind of wet…. normally I get off mostly just rubbing my clit but my pussy is actually throbbing. It needs to be filled so I slide two fingers inside and pump them in and out. They’re still not enough so I add a third. My hips are thrusting with the movement of my hand, my eyes are closed and I’m imagining a particular handsome foreign stranger is bending me over, pulling my hair and fucking me harshly. I’m super close to orgasm within no time and my hand is itching to touch my clit. If I do I know I’ll cum quickly, but he didn’t say to cum did he? He told me to edge. So with an audible groan I pull my fingers from my soaked pussy, lick them clean and get back to starting my day. I shower and dress and within minutes of putting them on my panties are wet already. I know this is going to be a long and frustrating day.

I chat with him some more as I get organised but not long after that he’s off to bed, he tells me he hopes to wake to some dirty pictures. I say maybe.

Barely 5 hrs later he’s replying to me again though, I ask him why he’s up and he tells me he had a dirty dream and couldn’t sleep. Looking back now I don’t know why I didn’t ask for more details, I should have! (do you still remember it, Daddy?).

He tells me he’s trying to get back to sleep and I tease him that he’s not doing a great job of it, playing on reddit. He says to me that he’s not playing on reddit, he’s enjoying chatting to me and that I may have been in his dream….

‘Oh really? I was hoping I might have been!’ I say

‘Yes, you might have been’

‘Oh I see how it is, not going to tell me?’

‘I said you might have been. But you haven’t been obedient, have you? …. I want you to be obedient.’ he tells me

And with that my pussy floods and the biggest and most stupid grin that I’ve smiled in a long time breaks across my face. Shit. I’m in trouble.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ayn9qz/oh_daddy_part_1_mf