It wasn’t the first time I’d met someone hook up. So, you’d think I wouldn’t get nervous meeting someone in a hotel room. Yet, still, I was nervous in that hotel room waiting for her to call me as soon as she parked.
The phone rang, and I headed downstairs, my stomach full of butterflies, and my cock hard in anticipation. I walked past the lobby and told her that I was out front waiting for her. Had she actually shown up? She hadn’t gotten spooked at the thought of meeting a much older man (a stranger, really), that had promised her a few hours of good fucking.
I spotted her on my left, walking up in a short and loose summer dress. Yellow with small flowers. She had on wedges, which made her 5’7″ frame even taller. I had instructed her not to wear a bra, and to have a dildo inside her. The dildo was held in place by tight biking shorts. As she sauntered intentionally over to me, it was clear to anyone that paid attention, that she was definitely not wearing a bra. The bounce of her perky 23-year old tits was difficult to ignore. Her long legs crowned by her wide hips. And those hips contrasted proudly against her small waist. To borrow an overused aphorism, she was made for fucking.
I hugged her and said hi, like we were old friends. In that hug, I realized she was thinner than in her pictures. I knew I’d be able to grab her easily by her waist and pull her to me and my cock. Her brown, wavy hair held in place by coy ponytail. In the elevator up to the third floor, I tried to make small talk. She asked me to walk slowly because she was afraid that the dildo would somehow slip out onto the lobby floor. I had instructed her to make sure she was wet when she arrived. I reminded myself that she was there for the explicit purpose of pleasing me and making me cum. She was there to be my little fuckdoll, and I would make good use of her young, taut body.
We walked out of the elevator and I grabbed her right hand and pulled her along. She had to walk slowly because of the toy inside her, which turned on with the movement of her thick thighs. She now had to walk slowly, dripping wet. I opened the door, and led her in towards the center of the room. I stood behind her and told her, “now that you’re in this room, you don’t have a name anymore. Your thoughts and ideas don’t matter anymore. I’m in charge. I’m in control of your little body, and I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want. Do you understand?” She nodded and said, “Yes, Daddy”. I started to grope her perky tits. She smelled like a flower garden. Feminine and dainty. I grabbed her hand and had her squeeze my cock. Soon, I pulled off her dress, and pulled down the biking shorts while she held the toy in place with her tight pussy. I could finally appreciate her body. She really did have a small waist, and wide hips,
What followed were 2 hours where this little girl found out what it was like to be truly submissive to an older man. Having her body be put to use. Here are two of the highlights.
1.
I had her on her back, knees bent. I held her left leg between my legs. Her right leg hung over my right hip. I could fuck her hard in that position, and play with her clit at the same time. She came so easily with my fingers rubbing and pushing against her swollen bean. When her clit would start to get dry, I’d open her mouth and reach inside your mouth and tell her to lick my fingers, and I’d take all of that saliva to rub her clit. She came repeatedly over my cock this way. Each time that she’d cum, she’d tense up and her legs would close and she’d push me out of her soaking wet pussy. I told her to be a good, little slut and keep her legs open so I could continue fucking her, regardless of her orgasms. In a voice that I’ve now become faimiliar with, she said she couldn’t. She was lost, fucked senseless, unable to think or make sense, answer simple questions or follow simple commands. My little slut became dumb. I grabber her face and turned her to me, and slapped her. “Open your fucking legs!” She struggled each time.
2.
She had to meet her best friend after for dinner and was running late. I told her there wasn’t enough time to give her reward for being such a good little slut. Her facial expression changed to show me that her heart would break if she left without feeling Daddy’s warm cum on her face, or tasting it in her eager mouth. I stood her up and told her to get on the bed, on her back, with her head hanging off the edge. I instructed to open her legs and to play with her pussy, to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, and to beg for me to cum on her pretty face. She laid there while I stroked my cock and felt her tongue brush on the underside of the head of my cock. I could take in what I had in front of me. A woman half my age, eager to be facialized. The tan color her young body. Her wide hips and small waist. Her right hand making small, tight circles over her clit. I grabbed and held on to her left breast, which, even laying down, looked full and supple. It didn’t take long for me to cum all over pretty face, covering her right cheek first, then the left, across her forehead, and then into her open mouth. She proudly took pictures.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pi5nop/mf_treating_a_woman_half_my_age_like_a_little_slut
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