You all seemed to love the [last story I wrote about Megan](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dm4vpd/i_30m_fucked_the_ginger_high_schooler_f_i_met_at/), so here’s another one of our times together. Of course, I don’t remember every spoken word verbatim, so much of the dialogue in this story (and, I imagine, this sub) is approximated…
To remind you, she’s 18 years old (yes I made her show me her ID before we did anything the first time around), 5’2, 100 lbs tops, and very pale-skinned. She has freckles on her face and long, naturally red hair. I’m 30, 5’10, 150 lbs, and athletic. Covered in chest hair and tattoos (20 and counting), olive skin, thick beard, and hazel eyes.
We had seen each other a few times since that first story, and then she got busy with finals and graduating (the perils of dating a student). In late June, we started talking again. Reminiscing about our last few meetings, I asked her if there was anything new she’d like to try or any particular kinks she’d want to further explore. She told me she’d feel safe being restrained, that she loves getting spanked, that she’d be interested in orgasm denial, and that she likes being called names– not just slut and whore, but Kitten and Princess, too. She also mentioned that our age difference is a big turn on for her. I vamped on that for a while, saying that I should take her to a bar to show off the hot little eighteen year old piece of ass I’m fucking, that I’d have her call me Daddy in public and grab her ass to make the other guys in there jealous. She ate it up. We made plans to meet again, and I asked that she bring the toy she was using during our sexting– a black vibrating wand.
She came over wearing a turquoise sundress (per my request) that went a little past her knees and, aside from a kiss hello, we didn’t engage physically until later. We talked upstairs in my loft for a while, catching up on life, and I simply kept a hand on her leg. I could tell by the flush in her cheeks she was getting antsy, but I wanted to draw things out. After a while, the lust writ large on her face was too much to ignore. I began patronizing her, saying things like, “Oh is my little slut getting impatient?” and “Are you thinking about Daddy’s cock?” I instructed her to stand up between my legs for me, a command she jumped to obey. I told her to turn around and lift her dress up, which she did, and revealed a black cotton pair of panties with lace trim. I admired her ass, squeezing it, giving it playful slaps, slipping a hand between her legs to tease her. She shivered, and I asked her if she wanted to feel my tongue there instead. Her voice quavered, “Yes, Daddy.” Instead, I chuckled and pulled her into my lap, positioning her small cheeks onto the bulge that was now evident in my shorts. “Too fucking bad,” I whispered in her ear.
I immobilized her arms behind her and began helping myself to her body. She writhed and did her best to grind on me, but I put a hand on her throat and told her to be patient, emphasizing the order with a nip of her earlobe. She calmed down somewhat, but I could still hear her whimpers as I felt her braless breasts through her dress and stroked her through her panties. I slipped a couple fingers beneath the fabric and roughly pushed them inside of her, curling them against her g spot and bringing them out so she could see how wet she was. Instead of making her taste herself, as I am wont to do with my partners, I smeared her arousal on her upper lip beneath her nose, taunting her for the naughty slut she was. I pushed her to her feet and stood up, “Downstairs. To my room.” She scurried down the stairs without even waiting for me, and I paused only to grab my drink and my phone, to put music on.
With a playlist started, I closed the door behind me and had her take off the dress. I nodded my approval (god I love her ghost nipples), having her turn for me again. I pressed my body against hers from behind, wrapping my arms around her and speaking into her ear. “No cumming until you have my permission. Is that understood?” She nodded, “Yes, Daddy.” I bent her over the bed and parted her legs with a foot. After reminding her of the safewords/gestures we had established over the phone, I began spanking her. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. The sound was partially muffled by her panties, but I wanted to keep those on for now. I switched up the pace, the intensity, the precise target each time, wanting to keep her off balance. I even ‘missed’ a few times, letting her ease back into a strike that never came. I started caressing her now pink cheeks, rubbing the gusset of her panties and feeling them more and more damp each time. I fingered her through them, rubbing her clit and letting the material soak up as much of her as possible before I finally gave her one last slap and pushed her onto the bed.
I used my under-mattress restraints on her rather slender wrists (no easy feat) and tightened them. I then undressed for her– my t-shirt came off, then my khaki shorts, then my boxer briefs. From her bag, I retrieved the small wand she brought. I saw her smile and couldn’t help but return the grin. I plugged it in and got on the bed with her, turning on the vibrating head and tracing her inner thighs. I used it on her nipples and dragged it down her flat stomach to her still-covered pussy, letting her grind herself into it, but moving it often enough that she got nowhere close to a good rhythm. Then I straddled her head and, after slapping my throbbing head against her cheeks and splashing precum on her, I pushed my cock into her lips. Reaching back to hold the toy against her clit, I slowly began fucking her mouth. I felt each of her moans and warned her not to cum, receiving a look of furrowed concentration in return, one that was oft-interrupted by a wave of pleasure and eyes rolling back in her head. I decided she was close enough, and repositioned. I peeled her now drenched panties off and held them to my face to inhale– I fucking love that smell. I pressed them to her nose, again telling her how much of a little slut she was, then pushed them into her mouth and rolled a condom down my saliva-covered cock.
Spreading her legs, I batted my dick against her pussy, totally hairless but for a tuft of that ginger hair atop it. I entered her inch by inch and held her thighs tight to my body, looking into her eyes and trying to commit the image of her blue eyes, heavily-lidded in pleasure, to my memory. I grabbed the wand again and she moaned before I could even do anything with it. Before I even turned it on, I rubbed it on her clit, telling her that once I flipped that switch, she had permission to cum. She nodded, and I turned it on. She arched her back closed her eyes tightly, her entire body straining as she finally reached that peak. “That’s it, Kitten. Cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Good girl… good little girl.” I was practically cooing at her now, a far cry from the firm, terse orders I had been giving her up to that point. I felt her pussy clench, and *that’s* when I began fucking her.
Holding the hitachi still, I rocked my hips back and forth, watching my cock go in and out and quickly get coated in her cream. I tried to go tip to base with each thrust, but that combined with a writhing teenager and trying to hold a vibrator steady was a challenge, to say the least. After her first climax, I tossed the wand aside and let it buss on the sheets next to her as I pushed forward and basically folded her in half as I really began driving myself into her. Nearly my entire body weight was coming down with each thrust, and I was vigilant for her safe gesture (snapping fingers), but it never came. After she came again, I was reaching the end of my stamina, and I asked her if she wanted to take Daddy’s cum, if she was ready for me to fill her up (just dirty talk– we both knew I still had the condom on), and she nodded again, though in a rather dazed fashion. I crashed into her as hard as I could and held her little body down as I erupted inside of her. Her legs shook, and my entire body was wracked with waves of an intense climax. Only once my cock was done throbbing did I finally let her legs fall back down, though I stayed inside of, and on, her as I caught my breath. I pulled her panty gag out and wrapped my arms around her, telling her what a good girl she was, and letting myself recuperate.
I eventually pulled out and undid her restraints, and we cuddled up on the bed without another word. We dozed off while I still had the condom on, actually, and woke up almost an hour later. As it was later than we had hoped, there wasn’t really enough time for a round two, so we got dressed and made our goodbyes, agreeing to meet up again soon.
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