My eyes flutter open. It takes a few moments before I remember where I am. Last night is a whirl in my brain and my body wakes up slowly.
Every inch of my skin remembers. My neck and wrists are tight, and I wince as I turn onto my back. The belt has left a heavy throbbing feeling across my ass and thighs. I turn my head and slowly sit up in the crisp white sheets of the hotel bed.
I am alone. Daddy is gone. I push a stray blonde strand of hair behind my ear and lean forward. Did he leave me? I swallow gently and feel my heartbeat heavy in my chest. I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. He wouldn’t.
Before my mind can spin further, I hear the door to the room open. Daddy appears around the corner as I pull the blanket around my shoulders. He smiles. He is wearing jeans, a light blue shirt and sunglasses. In his hand, he holds too cups of coffee and a brown paper back with a local coffee shops logo on it.
“Good morning sleepy head,” he pushes the sunglasses on top of his short dark hair. “I remembered you said this was your favorite place in the city, so brought us some coffee.”
I cover my mouth to stifle a gasp. Embarrassed to admit that for a moment I thought he had used me and left. I watch him set the coffee down and unwrap a cherry Danish that he splits in half.
“You need some sugar, but I don’t want to spoil your appetite,” he smiles and brings the coffee and food to me in bed. He greets me with a soft kiss on my forehead.
I take a bite of the Danish and shimmy back on the bed as Daddy grabs my bag and opens it up. I swallow the sweet, cherry jam with a mouthful of coffee. I packed everything he asked. I eat and watch intently as he pulls three dresses from the bag. The first, a short yellow number is discarded first. He holds up the other two and mulls them over. He settles on the knee length, full sleeve powder blue with white polka dots. I know he likes me in polka dots. I finish the Danish as he pulls out a brown waist belt with a gold clasp and short sandals.
His hand disappears back into the bag and I sip the coffee. He finds the smaller black bag and lays it on the table.
“You will wear this today. And curls your hair.” He speaks firmly and gently. I notice he has not laid out and lingerie. “Go wash up. We have a reservation.”
He steps forward and offers me a hand as I slip off the bed.
Walking into the bright white bathroom I can see why he has chosen the long-sleeved dress. My wrists and shoulders are decorated in purple and red marks from his fingers. I plug in my curling iron and wash my face as I start getting ready. I turn in the huge mirror and see the lashes on my ass and thighs. The thick welts catch me off guard. I gingerly touch them. The raised skin still feels warm. I turn and see Daddy watching me in the doorway.
“I’m so proud of you.” He steps forward into the bathroom and looks over my naked body. “Remember, you do not get to cum without my permission.”
I nod and then gasp as he lifts me up and sits me on the sink. The cold tile feels nice, but my thighs stick as he pushes my legs open. My lips part and he moves close to me. But he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he drops between my legs. I feel his stubble on my inner thighs and his rough lips on my naked mound. His fingers slip up and over my lips and I feel my body respond and become slick. His thumb parts me easily and I hear how sticky I am from his touch. I moan as his thumb finds my clit and begins to make slow circles around the waking bud but not touching me directly. His lips smack against my thighs and I push my hips forward a fraction.
I feel his thumb move down to my opening and his hand turns as his index and middle finger push inside me, curling up to find my special spot.
“Daddy.” I moan and tilt my head back.
His fingers massage me from the inside and I whine. Then his tongue presses against my clit. I feel my mouth hang open as he laps and sucks my greedy clit.
“Please.” He didn’t let me cum last night, he was so rough I don’t know if I could have. Now my body is floating to his expertise. I grip his fingers and notice I am moving, grinding against his face. I hear him groan as I draw so close to the precipice of orgasm.
Then he stops. He pulls his fingers away and stands up. I stare at his face shining with my wetness. He smiles. His hand glides up my body and pinches my nipple.
“Hurry up.” He leans past me and runs the water to wash his face.
I turn in the mirror and see my cheeks flush pink and notice my eyes are glassy. I know not to wipe between my legs and look down at the soft sheen on my thighs and pussy. I curl my hair and fix my face. When I walk back into the main room I see the dress laid out and the small black bag is opened. I blush. Two weeks ago, Daddy sent me a small vibrator that sits against my clit. It is controlled on his phone. Attached to it is thin plastic straps that loop around my thighs.
“Put it on. No panties today.”
My words stumble out before I can grab them. “Daddy, what if someone hears the buzzing and I …”
I am silenced by his hand on my chin. He pulls me forward and I have to stand on my tip toes. “I said. Put it on.”
He releases me and I take the vibe, nestling it against my slick lips. When my back straightens, I bite my lip as the vibe turns on, the tip flutters against my sensitive clit.
“I want you thinking about me every time you move. Bend over.” I wince, wondering if he is going to spank me for resisting, but then I see the stiff silver plug pulled from the bag. I grip the mattress and arch my back. I feel his left hand push my left cheek to the side exposing me. The vibe still hums against me. The silver plug is cold and he presses it against my virgin hole. He uses his fingers to dip into my pussy to lube me up. I gasp and exhale as he teases my hole. Then he plug is pushed inside, the tight muscles resist and then yield to his pressure, swallowing up the thick metal. The feeling is new and strange. As I stand the vibrations stop.
“No cumming without my permission. Or I will fill your ass with my cock.” He picks up my dress and pulls it over my head.
We leave the hotel and make our way to the brunch spot. Our table is in a quiet spot located near the back of the restaurant. As the hostess leads us through the other diners, I feel the vibe turn on. I skip forward a little and take Daddy’s arm. I squeeze and he chuckles slightly.
As I sit, I feel the plug pinch and move inside me. I moan slightly and blush as the hostess gives me an odd smile.
“You okay hun?” she asks in a sweet voice.
I nod and smile. Daddy smiles and winks. “We were at the concert last night; someone is a little worse for wear.”
The hangover joke makes her laugh and she disappears to bring us water. As soon as she leaves, the humming stops.
“Daddy please, I can’t hold it.”
“You better,” he leans across the table and kisses my hand.
The vibe starts up again when the waitress returns and takes our order. Daddy orders eggs benedict with an order of hashbrowns for me and a full breakfast for himself. I moan into my glass of water.
The vibe stops and Daddy smiles at me. “I am so happy we were able to meet Lara.”
My name sounds so sweet in his mouth, and I blush. We have shared so much in the short time we have known each other but being with him in person feels so new and exciting. I feel shy, even though he has seen every inch of me.
“I’m glad that we…” the vibe starts again and I gasp.
“I want you to visit me on your next break. I want you for more than a night.”
I bite my lip. I am climbing towards orgasm. It threatens to spill over. Every muscle clench grips the plug. “Daddy…” I look at him desperately.
“I have a beach house. Say you’ll come.”
My brain swirls. Meeting in my city offers some safety. But to get on a plane and go away for a few days feels so grown up and scary. “I’m close.”
“Say yes.” The vibe intensifies.
“Yes.” The vibration stops before I lose it. Just in time for the food to arrive.
The rest of the brunch is light and airy. No more teasing with the vibe. We talk, like a new couple. He asks me about school. He tells me about his job and where he grew up. Its wonderful and intimate and I relax around him in a way I have never been able to with anyone.
At the end of brunch, he pays and offers his hand to me. We walk out of the restaurant and his hand slips around my waist. It is then that I realize people are looking at us. I wonder if I will ever get used to the stares. The eyes wondering what our relationship is about. I imagine most people think I am his daughter or perhaps a colleague. Maybe a few wonder if he pays me. It makes my stomach tight, but that sinking feeling disappears when he slips his hand in mine and we walk back to the hotel.
In the foyer, I see his co-workers checking out and I am reminded that the meeting is over. He waves at them and says he will meet them at the airport as we step into the elevator. The vibe turns back on. His hands slip over my breasts and he nuzzles his stubble into my neck. “You will not cum until you are bouncing on my cock.”
“Yes Daddy.” I grab his thigh and I can feel how hard he is against my back.
He opens the door to the hotel room and pushes me inside. My legs are shaking as the vibe teases my sensitive little bud. Daddy sits on the chair, unbuckles his belt, and frees his cock. I watch it spring to attention and feel my mouth water.
“Get on top. You’re going to drain Daddy. I want you full of my cum all day.” He leans back on the chair and I let the dress fall to the floor. I pad across the room and slip around his waist. My knees press into the soft cushion, and I can feel my wetness pool between my opening and my plugged ass. He puts his hands on the armrests and watches me intently. I take his cock and hold it against the still whirling vibe. It feels so good. I rise up and press the thick head of his cock between my lips and gasp. I am still tender from the night before. Slowly, I lower myself on him and am rewarded with a deep groan and his hand on the small of my back. I am encouraged by his touch and begin to move.
“Daddy.” I feel saliva coat my tongue and feel woozy. The plug makes me feel extra full and tight around his shaft. “I can’t hold it.”
I move faster up and down. I feel the strain in my thighs and knees, but it is overruled by the deep need to cum after so much teasing. I moan and his other hand pulls at my breast. The vibe increases until it is on full. I can hear the buzzing.
“Cum for Daddy. Don’t stop.” His hands hold my hips and he pulls me down until I take every inch of him. He begins to thrust up into me. I grab the back of the chair. I can feel his pants on my ass cheeks and I reach the tip of my pleasure.
Then I feel his lips on mine. At last. He kisses me. His tongue slips into my mouth as my orgasm racks my body. I feel him explode inside me. His thrusts align with the spasms of my pussy and I melt into him. I feel like we stay joined this way forever. I am panting and breathless. He pulls the vibe free from my tender clit. He pulls his mouth from mine and relaxes on the chair, pulling me into his neck.
I close my eyes as he strokes my hair. The buzz of the check-out alarm pierces through the moment and I am floating. He lifts he up and places me on the bed.
“Don’t move.” The command is gentle and unnecessary. He pulls himself free from me and disappears into the bathroom. He returns with thin black panties that he slips on over my thighs. I know he will want to check my panties when he gets home. To make sure I am full of his cum all day.
He helps me stand and pulls my dress on.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I blush and he leans down and kisses me again. Soft and gentle.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qtit1x/brunch_first_meeting_part_two_mf_ddlg_plugged