It’s never fun to be on the road for Father’s Day. So if you do find yourself waking up in a hotel room alone, I suggest doing what I did – finding an 18-year-old virgin to face-fuck.
I’ll be honest, when I first started chatting with her, I didn’t know she was a virgin. I knew she was young, deep in that “old enough to be my daughter” range (I’m 40). But she posted some cute nudes, and I wanted to use her.
Her main limit is that she did not want to fuck. And I’m happy that she trusted me to not fuck her. We had plenty of things to do instead.
She was naturally nervous when I found her in the lobby, both tense and slightly shaking. I gave her a hug. On the way to the elevators, I was annoyed when I realized another older man was going to be in the same car as us. And worse, he was going to the exact same floor. So now we had an awkward silence to deal with as we waiting for him to go down a different hall.
I have a system of safewords that I’m quite proud of. Public dungeons like to use Red, Yellow and Green, so that if a dungeon master overhears one, they know if they have to step in or not. I’ve also added in Blue for a pause. And in the event that I think that a sub has lost herself in her own head, I have “stoplight,” which is a cue to remind the sub to think about how she feels and give me a status.
She gave me a green, and we went into the room.
I pulled off her shirt and pants. Her body instinctively flinched to my touch. I gave her a kiss. I’m not sure, but that may have been her first-ever kiss. She was shy and cute and tiny, about a foot shorter than me and easily half my weight. I made her stand in the corner, in her bra and panties, and pulled out my phone.
She was exposed. Part of her instincts were to cover herself. She started to nervously giggle. I grabbed her by her hair and started asking her if she’s a dirty little slut for me.
We had done some online play previously. I knew she was going to giggle. So I kept my voice steady and firm. I did my best to calm her. I squeezed her hair tighter, and she stopped laughing. Another stoplight check, another green.
I told her to set her jaw. She didn’t understand what I was asking. I told her to close her mouth. She did, and I slapped her face. To be clear, this is something that she really, really wanted, and asked me to do beforehand.
I pulled off her panties. I could feel her whole body shudder – it was really happening for her, she was being groped by a dirty old man.
And she was dripping wet.
Up until this point, I was worried that I might be too much of a monster. I’d never played with a virgin before. I’ve had nervous women before, women that were curious about kink and wanted something more intense than Vanilla Joe’s “Doggystyle is Kinky” bullshit.
Even though her heart was tearing out of her chest, her teenage pussy was just begging to be a dirty little slut.
I pulled her over to the bed and forced her legs spread. Her hands quickly started to block me from her cunt in a purely symbolic gesture. Both of her hands together were smaller than one of mine. I did another stoplight check just in case. She said green, but still couldn’t stop her hands. So I stopped them for her, grabbing both as I started to lick her pussy lips. Her hands started to slow. I let her know that she had a nice-tasting pussy. But right now I didn’t want to make her cum, I wanted her to learn.
I had her take her bra off on camera, then get on her hands and knees. I walked to the other side of the hotel room and took off my pants. I took a seat and instructed her to crawl to me.
She dragged her knees along the carpet, each movement towards me slower than the previous. I could see it – she was breaking. She started to give me another Green, but this time I called a Blue. She absolutely needed a moment to recover. I had her sit on Daddy’s lap. I’m sure she could feel my hard cock against her soft thigh, but I did my best to ignore that. I gave her a firm hug and held her. Slowly, slowly, her body started to react. She was ready.
I put her on her knees in front of my chair, staring at my hard cock. I told her to grab it. This took four tries before she was able to control her hand enough to touch my cock, wrap her fingers around my cock, and not let go. I recognized the two separate fears – on one hand, she was touching her first dick. That she had to overcome on her own. On the other hand, I could feel that she was worried about hurting my dick.
I told her to squeeze it. Harder. At this point, if it was a tube of toothpaste, nothing was going to come out. So I wrapped my hand around her hand, and squeezed both her and my cock. Harder. Harder. Harder. I made it clear that this was not hurting me. Cocks are made to be pounded, over and over again, into tight little pussies. They can take a beating (and for that matter, so can a pussy).
I had her kiss my dick. She barely brushed her lips against the tip.
Next I had her kiss it for five seconds, and to use her tongue the whole time. She did, almost. She tasted some precum and pulled back for a moment.
Then I had her put the whole tip in her mouth. I grabbed her by her hair and started showing her a nice, steady rhythm for a good morning blowjob. Something triggered inside of her. She had a task. She focused on it, and started giving a decent blowjob.
I wanted to see her limits. I grabbed her hair tight, and forced every inch of my cock down her throat. It was actually impressive. She’d been practicing with a dildo, so her mouth was a pretty good fuckhole. I complimented her on being a good cocksucking slut, and started to pump her head up and down my cock.
She nearly gagged once, and I pulled her up to check if she was OK. She had scraped her teeth along the shaft of my cock, and was worried that she had hurt me. I let her know that she does need to work on keeping her lips over her teeth, but if I’m throat-fucking a slut, I know there’s a chance of some teeth. Before she could say anything more, I put her mouth back on my dick.
With my cock covered in her spit, I had her start stroking me. She did a half-decent pumping, and I teased her. I know she’s watched men jerk off to her online, and I pointed out that what she was doing – working just the shaft and barely touching the tip – was not what those men would do. I showed her where on the ridge of the tip was the most sensitive, and how to roll her fingers all the way over the top, then back down. She was now eager and excited to learn all of these slutty tricks. So I gave her a reward.
I stood up, then pulled her up by the hair and pushed her onto the bed. I spread her legs and started to eat her pussy again, and again her hands kept getting in the way. This time, though, I wanted to use two hands on her – my thumb from one on her clit, and my first two fingers inside her pussy on her g-spot. So I needed her little hands out of the way.
That’s when we pulled out the spreader bar. This one in particular is a four-foot bar that straps to the wrists, along with a nice collar in the middle for the neck. She noted that she felt like a scarecrow, so I decided to call this bar Mr. Scarecrow.
She was now utterly helpless. I had her struggle against it, just to see if she could escape. Her first try, the left wrist was too loose. The second try, she was fucked.
Now I had the ability to really torture her little cunt. She could barely take two fingers, but her pussy juices where making everything sloppy. I noticed how much was dripping down around her asshole, so I started to tease her with my pinky. She struggled against the bar and tried to crawl away. It was enough of a reaction that I called for another stoplight, and another green. She let out a yelp as I slid my pinky up her tight little asshole.
When I was amused enough from that, I decided to see what her little pussy could take. I added a third finger, and was rewarded with a deep moan of “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” Hearing this really turns me on, and I wanted to fuck this little pussy more than anything. But – limits. I wiped my pussy-juice covered fingers on her face, then started to fuck her face again. I needed more spit.
I dragged her head over the edge of the bed to start an upside-down face-fuck. Unfortunately, the beds were a bit too low, and I’m a bit too tall, so I didn’t find an angle that I liked for more than a minute of thrusting down her throat.
There was a small hair-related pain from the collar. It was pain that I was not in control of, so I was not OK with it. I released her from the bar, and immediately went back to working her mouth.
I didn’t expect her to make me cum, I just needed her spit on my dick. And it wasn’t enough for what I wanted to do, so I spat on her chest, right between her tiny little tits. I pinned her under me, rubbing my hard cock against her. And then I let out a nice, thick splatter of cum over her face and tits. I told her to not move, to not touch the cum. I grabbed the camera and took some pics of her first-ever facial, then went to get her a towel.
By the time I got back, she was licking up as much of the cum as she could. I had her lick my cock clean. I honestly can’t remember if she used the towel at all.
We did a bit of aftercare and snuggling. I needed this as much as she did, just to verify that I’m not a monster. I had her go back to sucking my cock. She was already noticeably better at it, taking in all of my lessons. She started to mix in a hand-pump with her face-bobbing. I taught her how to lick between my balls and asshole, and just enjoyed the feeling of this 18-year-old slut being a good girl and doing as she was told.
I had her push a little harder with her tongue, and it started to push me in a very, very specific way.
At this point, I knew it was no longer safe for her to be in the same room as me. I was in control, but just barely. Her tight little pussy was begging to be fucked, and I wanted it. A lot.
I told her to get dressed, and let her know I’m starting to lose control.
She almost forgot to put her panties back on. I thought about keeping them as a trophy, but I knew that she was on her way home, and might have trouble explaining a lack of underwear if she was caught.
When she had her pants back on, I gave her a hug with bad intentions. It wasn’t a hug goodbye. It was a hug to pull her in, bend her over my lap, and give that cute little ass a spanking. I even pulled her pants down to make sure that she got the full effect of my hand slapping her ass.
When she stood up again, she gave me a devilish smile and said, “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”
I couldn’t take it. I had her get on her knees. I pulled out my phone and made her say that again. And again. And again.
My cock was hard. I dropped my pants in front of her face. I told her to put Daddy’s cock in her mouth. She did, without hesitation. There were no nerves, no hesitation. She was Daddy’s good little cocksucking slut now.
I pulled her back up and bent her over the bed. I pulled her pants down. I sensed her tighten up, and I promised her – no penetration. I splattered some lotion on her ass crack, and some more on my cock. I started to dry-hump her.
I was barely in control. But it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t resist. I had to either fuck her, or stop completely. With every ounce of control left in me, I pulled myself off of her. I got her some tissues to clean the lotion off her ass. I gave her an honest hug, and let her know that I am going to fuck her someday.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c1t553/the_best_way_to_spend_fathers_day_is_with_a_cute
…how? HOW?! Do you have self control like that?
What a wonderful Daddy you are! ☺️?