(another one for my “daughter” feel free to message/ chat me anytime if you want to talk or collab or RP)
The Fairmont, one of the nicest upscale hotels in San Francisco and we were standing in the lobby, waiting to check in.
People were staring at us as we waited in line. I don’t know if the looks were for me, unshaven, unkempt hair, my Death Saves shirt informing people of the awesomeness of Death Knights, jeans as old as the woman standing next to me or my well worn and comfortable tennis shoes or Nicole. Probably Nicole.
Because unlike me, she was stunning. Hair in twin braids dyed bright green, a leather jacket over a dress shirt, leather pencil skirt, long legs in thigh highs and two-inch heels that made her tower over most everyone and definitely over me.
We checked in and received our room keys, a bellman following us into the elevator pushing the cart with our luggage on it. I glanced back to see him eyeing up her cute ass as she walked. I really couldn’t blame him.
We arrived at our luxury suite and the bellman stepped forward, showing us the two bedrooms, the main living area with a couch and leather footrest, the view overlooking the bay, the Transamerica tower and a private balcony for sitting, drinking and eating. A small 3 tiered fountain pouring water over and over.
I thanked the man, slipping him a folded bill and followed him to lock the door. The second the lock clicked Nicole was on me, jumping up and wrapping her legs and arms around my waist and neck. Our mouths met eagerly, kissing deeply. I pulled one her braids and she moaned in pleasure.
“Wait… wait,” I said between kisses. “I have some things for you.”
She pouted and let go, looking at me expectantly.
I smiled wickedly and walked over to the bags, I opened up a small newer one and dug around it before producing a leather collar with a tag that read “Daddy’s Girl”. I called her over.
“Kneel.”
She knealt, looking up at me. I slipped the collar around her neck and locked it in. “Good girl.”
She grinned, “Thank you, daddy.”
I smirked, clicking the leash onto the collar and pulled her to her feet.
“No one said you could still be wearing clothes. Remove them.”
She nodded, slowly stripping to rhythm only she could hear.
Just as she got to her underwear I looked over her appreciatively.
“Leave the thigh highs on.”
“Daddy you’re kinky. I like it,” she giggled.
“Keep dancing for me, Nicole.”
She moved slowly swaying and nodded.
Back into the bag I went, pulling out leather cuffs with chains. I slipped them on her wrists and leg her over to the foot rest, bending her over it. Leaning down, I cuffed her to the legs of the chair, then reached back in the bag and did the same to her legs.
I looked her over with a wicked smile. “Have you been a good girl?”
She bit her lip, muttering nervously, “No, daddy.”
“What naughty things have you done?”
She whispered, “I seduced my father, I touch myself thinking about him. I send him nude pictures and lurid videos. I fuck him.”
“Bad girl,” I sternly said, slipping a blindfold over her eyes. “I guess you need to be punished.”
“Yes, sir. I need punishment.”
Grinning, I pulled a leather flog out of the bag. I dragged it down her body, along her spine and dangled it on her ass.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
I pulled back, letting the flog fly through the air and a sharp crack as the leather straps collided with her firm ass.
“Thank you, daddy.”
Again, with another hard pop the flog did it’s work, her ass already reddening under the blows.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said again.
Eight more times I drew back, spanking her in a way we had never imagined when I used to give her birthday spankings as a little girl, and every time she whispered, sighed or muttered a proper thank you.
I knelt down next to her, removing the blindfold, caressing her softly as I whispered what a good girl she was. I kissed her cheek and the tears away.
She beamed at me with her beautiful smile. “Thank you, daddy. I needed that.”
“Now there’s something I need, Nicole.”
“Anything daddy, I’m your little girl, you can have anything, you can do anything.”
“Well, there was one video you sent me that I thought we might try.”
“Which one?”
I smirked and winked at her, pulling out a bottle of grapeseed oil from the bag, along with a plug.”
Her eyes went wide, “Yes, please!”
I stripped off my clothes, then leaned in and gave her tight little asshole a lick, slowly savoring it and using my tongue to loosen her up some.
Nicole moaned in ecstasy, “Daddy, that feels so fucking good, you have no idea.”
With her words of encouragement and the sight of her pussy dripping wet, I ate her ass while fingering her pussy, she bucked and writhed against her restraints cumming on my finger.
I raised my hand to my mouth and licked her juices off. “My little Nicole is so delicious.”
Then I opened the bottle of grapeseed oil and rubbed it on and in her ass, lubing her up. Then I walked over in front of her and spread the oil over my hard cock, letting her see what was going in her.
I climbed over, knees straddling either side of her and guided my cockhead to her hole.
“Just do it daddy, don’t take it slow. Take me hard and fast, I’m your perfect little fuckdoll, I need your cock.”
Inspired by her words, I rammed my cock in hard, thrusting as deep as I could as she moaned.
Just raw animal fucking her in the ass. No words, just growls in her ear, I couldn’t believe how incredibly tight and good she felt.
As I flooded her ass with my cum, she whispered, “Mmm, yes, thank you daddy.”
Gasping for air, I smiled at her. My perfect little fuckdoll indeed. But I had something else planned.
Grabbing the bottle, I poured some more oil in my hand and lubed up the plug, slipped it inside her easily.
“Keep that in there till after dinner,” I warned as I freed her from her restraints, before collapsing back on the couch. She crawled up into my lap and we kissed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p6cwc2/mf_inc_our_trip_to_san_francisco