Daddy fucked all three holes raw [FM]

I (f37) met the man I call Daddy (m37) on Tinder after my divorce. To be honest, I met many men on Tinder after my divorce and fucked a lot of them, but Daddy is one of my favorites. He’s got a combination of confidence and attention to detail that makes me want to do anything he tells me to do, and that’s good for us both because he likes giving commands.

*(Everything described below was discussed beforehand and consensual. There was a safe word. It didn’t get used.)*

One recent Friday, I had a day off work and Daddy told me he was going to come over and fuck me midday. He instructed me to buy his favorite beer, leave the front door unlocked, and wait for him on my knees in the middle of my living room floor, wearing nothing but heels, the butt plug he gave me as a gift earlier in the week, and the bra and panties I had on the last time I fucked someone else (he loves hearing about me fucking other men, and telling me about the way he fucks his wife).

I made sure my make up was perfect even though I knew he had plans to destroy it, and then paced my living room with a glass of champagne, waiting. A minute before the appointed time (Daddy is never late), I put the glass on the mantel, turned on my favorite playlist for fucking, and got down on my knees. It wasn’t long before I heard the door open, then close and lock behind him. He took his time finding me, my anticipatory breath was shallow, my legs shaking a bit as I waited. My breath caught when I saw him – I hadn’t expected him to be in a suit, and he looked fucking hot. He approached me and looked down at me, saying nothing. I smiled and reached eagerly for his belt.

He slapped me hard across the face.

He stared down at me, staid, and admonished me for not greeting him first, and for touching without permission. Chastened, I looked up at him briefly, and then quickly away again, whispering an apology that I knew was useless, I wouldn’t be forgiven without punishment.

He dragged me from the middle of the room to the couch, bent me over the edge of the footrest, and began slowly stroking my ass and the back of my thighs. I thought I was ready for the first blow but the force of it still took me by surprise, and I gasped. He stroked the place he’d just hit, ran his hands over me, and hit me again, so hard I yelped. Then he did it again. And again. Always stroking me gently between blows, he spanked me until I was crying out with every swat, my ass and the backs of my thighs burning and bruised. If he hit me so hard that I slipped out of position, he calmly stopped what he was doing and took me by the hips, guiding my body back to the place where he wanted it. The anticipation, the pain, and the sureness of his hands were enough to ignite me. My legs shook and my pussy got so wet that I could feel it soaking into my panties. He noticed too, and stroked me through my panties from my clit to my ass where he found the toy he’d given me waiting. He played with it a little, pulling on it and pushing it back inside, until I was gasping and moaning. He grabbed the vibrator I’d been instructed to leave nearby and turned it on. Massaging my clit with it, he moved my panties aside and slid his fingers inside of me, using his thumb to push down on the toy, filling my ass with it as deeply as possible. I writhed and moaned while he played with me until I came for him, and as I recovered from my orgasm he ran his fingers along the handprints and new bruises covering my ass and thighs, admiring his work.

He didn’t give me long before he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to the center of the room, still on my knees with him standing over me, looking down at me. He reminded me again that I am to greet him when I see him, and I repeated after him,

“Hello, Daddy,” my voice barely a whisper. He smiled a little, and I was so excited to have his dick in my mouth that I almost forgot myself again, instinctively reaching for his belt, but I stopped myself in time to ask permission, which he gave. I unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock, and licked the length of it, balls to tip, stopping to circle my tongue around the head. I knew I wasn’t going to be in control of the situation for very long, but he let me have a minute or two to enjoy his dick my way before reaching down to carefully gather all of my hair into his hand. He firmly yanked my head back and told me he was going to fuck my mouth now. I think I nodded, but maybe I didn’t have time. He rammed his dick into my mouth, hard, over and over. It went down into my throat with each thrust, my eyes watering as I tried not to gag, wanting to be a really good girl for Daddy. He fucked my face so hard that I could hardly breathe, tears were running down my face and saliva was dripping from my chin onto my chest, so much that every time he stopped to give me a break, strings of it still connected my mouth to his cock. He didn’t stop until my face was slick with tears and spit. He pulled me to my feet and, looking at my messy face, he asked me how many other dicks I’d had in my mouth that month. I counted, and told him it was three. He thought for a minute and then asked me what we should call a woman who enjoys getting her face fucked, a woman who sucks three different dicks in only a couple weeks. I smiled sweetly and offered,

“Sexually adventurous?”

He laughed and turned me around, stroking my body again, and said that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. Reaching around to rub my clit, he asked me to try again, and I offered between gasps,

“A woman with sexual agency?”

He stopped abruptly and again said no, that wasn’t it. He ordered me upstairs, told me to kneel on my bed and wait for him, and to think hard about what I wanted to say the next time he asked me what a woman like me should be called.

He stayed downstairs for a long time, long enough that I contemplated moving to a more comfortable position but I knew I’d be in trouble again if I did. He eventually wandered in, drinking the beer I’d been told to buy. He set it down and came to my bed, turned me around and pushed me onto my hands and knees. He ran his hands down the length of my body and peeled my soaking wet panties off of me. He brought them to my face, holding them up to my mouth for me to taste. I licked my pussy juice off of them, and he brought them to his own mouth and did the same. Moving back to the foot of the bed, he stroked the curve of my ass, and slipped his fingers into my dripping cunt. He asked me again what we should call a woman who likes to fuck this much and I lied that I didn’t know. He told me he didn’t think I understood the situation, and that until I told him what he wanted to hear, I wasn’t allowed to make another sound.

Without another word, he moved behind me and pushed his dick inside of me. My breath caught and I moaned with pleasure. He pulled me back by my hair, hard, and scolded me for forgetting so quickly, reminding me I wasn’t allowed to make a sound until I told him what kind of woman I am. I nodded and he roughly thrust into me again. I tried to be quiet but his cock felt so good, it wasn’t long before I was moaning again. He reached underneath me and wrapped his hand around my throat, gently at first, pulling me upright until my naked upper body was pressed against his, and whispered in my ear that I wasn’t being a good girl, and now he was going to have to force me to be quiet until I said what he wanted to hear. His grip tightened then, and he squeezed until I couldn’t make any sound, until I could scarcely breathe, and he kept fucking me, pounding his dick into me while he choked me into submission. I fucking loved it, but when I started getting tunnel vision and thought I might pass out I finally whispered,

“I’m a slut.”

He loosened his grip just a little, hand still at my throat, and asked me to repeat myself.

“I’m a slut, Daddy.”

Still fucking me, he said he agreed, and asked me to say it again, and then again. I asked if he liked fucking sluts and he said yes.

“Can I like this now?” I asked, and he gave me permission to enjoy having his cock in me. I made even more noise than usual, just because I could, as I writhed underneath him. He forced my upper body flat onto the bed, leaving only my ass raised so he could keep fucking me, and I turned my head to the side so I could breathe. He covered the side of my face with his hand and held me down so I was barely mobile, and kept pumping his dick into me, using his free hand to work my toy in and out of my ass while I panted and squirmed under him.

Eventually he took the toy out, pulled his cock out of my cunt and worked it into my ass. I gasped as it went in, even though the toy helped get me ready for him. I pushed back against him as he pushed into me, and he asked me how many dicks I wanted in me at once. I had some trouble answering the question because my entire body was vibrating from getting fucked so hard by then and my brain was pretty much just white noise, but I finally answered that I want two. He asked why not three since I have three holes and, still having trouble forming sentences, I managed to mumble that three would be good too. He turned my vibrator on again and had me hold it it to my clit while he fucked my ass and fingered my pussy. The weight of his body on mine and the feeling of him filling both holes while the vibrator worked my clit was almost too much, I couldn’t climax with my brain and my body both on fire, eventually I gave up on the orgasm and enjoyed the sex.

Now he had violently fucked all three of my holes, and we took a break, him leaving the room to clean up while I laid there, still just buzzing. When he came back he laid down next to me and slowed all the way down, laying me on my side and entering me from behind. Fucking me slow, he asked me to tell him about a recent time I had a dick other than his. I told him the story of the first guy I brought home after my split, and he was quick to point out that it was pretty slutty to fuck a guy I’d only known for an hour. I couldn’t disagree, but it was a good story, and I started being able to think and talk again while I told it. After a while of slow sex and hearing about the first cock I had in me after my divorce, he had me get on top of him…my second favorite position, just after getting railed from behind. I arched my back, tits out, grinding my hips against his. He reached up and grabbed my tits, telling me how perfect they are and how much he likes that view. Hearing that made me want to work even harder to please him, and I bounced and ground my pussy on his cock until my thighs were on fire, and he rolled me off of him to get back on top of me.

Once he was on top again, he straddled my chest and told me to open my mouth. I hadn’t had cum in my mouth since my ex husband, who I stopped fucking a year before we split, so it had been a long time and I got so excited at the thought of it I could have had another orgasm right then. I happily complied. He finished himself off, and his cum filled my open mouth completely, even overflowing a little before I could swallow and take more. Tasting cum again after so long was fucking heaven, I didn’t even know I’d missed it so much, and while I was thinking about how much I liked it thought to myself, “god, maybe I *am* kind of a slut.”

We didn’t have much time left after that, we both had places to be, but it was not a terrible way to spend a couple hours in the middle of the afternoon, and I was really relaxed for the rest of the day.

So now here I am, telling all of you about it because, well…Daddy told me to. He also wanted me to show you what he did to my ass [https://imgur.com/a/XIy1DXe](https://imgur.com/a/XIy1DXe), and ask what you think he should do to me next.

So?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/azt6p9/daddy_fucked_all_three_holes_raw_fm