Daddy Issues, Part I (based on real events)
I broke all the rules. You know how you’re supposed to meet in a public place and make sure someone knows who you’re with and where you’ll be? Yeah, I didn’t do that. No preplanned check-in. Nothing. I drove to Daddy’s house, pussy and legs freshly shaved, butt plug snug in my ass, garters barely hidden under the hem of my tight, dark red velvet dress, and without panties as Daddy ordered.
I had 700 likes on So-So Valentine (SSV) and 500 on Play the Field (PTF). It was nice to get such a positive response upon reentering the dating scene in my mid-40s, but a little overwhelming. In the six months since I’d joined, I had only liked a handful of people back. After wasting too much time on the first guy I connected with, I moved on. I actually liked Daddy back on SSV months ago, but he’d never taken the next step and started a chat with me. When I saw him pop up in my likes on PTF, I was a little confused. Did he like me, or not? Laughing to myself, I liked him back. Again. And this time I started the chat. And then waited for a response. Thanks to the app, I could see that he’d seen my message, but no response.
The next evening, while wondering if there was a kink that involved liking the same person on multiple apps then not responding when they liked you back, Daddy responded. You’d think from such a wonky start, maybe this wouldn’t be a good fit. You’d be wrong. The more we texted, the more we found we had in common. Our kinks and desires for a D/s relationship, yes, but so much more. Dirty pics and results of recent STI tests were exchanged (ok, so I didn’t break ALL of the rules). Hard and soft limits were discussed. The only question remaining was how soon we could meet.
After an ill-timed cold waylaid Daddy for an extra week, the sexual tension between us was palpable. As I drove, I could feel my clit starting to throb and feel my pussy getting slick. His house was back from the road and the house number was hard to find. My heartbeat quickened both with the frustration of trying to figure out which house was his and the realization that weeks of build-up were about to come to a head. As I walked up his steps, my heart was in my throat. I knocked and watched light and shadow shift through the blurred glass as he came to the door.
When he opened the door, I suddenly felt shy. I blushed furiously as he commented on said shyness before pulling me into him for a kiss. His skin was warm, his hands gentle and strong, and his lips soft and inviting. In less than two minutes, I felt his hands press down on my shoulders and obeyed his unspoken command, dropping to my knees before him. Within seconds, his hard cock was out and in my waiting mouth. I wanted this, but I was new to BDSM and new to sucking a cock with a piercing. I started somewhat tentatively, but I allowed my carnal self to take over and was soon pulling him deep into my mouth and throat. Daddy groaned and stroked my hair, allowing me a few brief moments of sucking and licking, before pulling me up and directing me to the stairs towards his bedroom.
His hands were on me and by the third step Daddy told me to get down on my hands and knees. as he pulled the hem of my dress up and pressed his hard, throbbing cock into my pussy, fucking me from behind. His deft fingers took hold of the base of my plug and pulled it out, replacing it with his cock before I had the chance to worry about if my tight asshole could accommodate him. As he rocked into me, my knees starting to burn with friction from the rug beneath them, I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted to be taken, to be used without hesitation, to surrender control. I had been there less than 5 minutes and Daddy had already used all of my holes. I loved it.
Daddy fucked my ass on the stairs for a few minutes before pulling me up and directing me to his room. Dress off and heels and intricate bra with matching garters on, Daddy kissed me and worked his fingers into my pussy, my hips rocking unconsciously, seeking pleasure. Daddy ordered me onto my stomach, removed my heels, then climbed on top of my prone body and sunk his cock deep into my ass. Finally, I was being taken the way I’d always wanted to be taken. He was dicking me so deep and hard, I could barely form thoughts.
“Fuck, Daddy, yes. YES. Oh, God, yeeeeeees…”
“You are such a little slut. You let me fuck all of your holes within five minutes. What kind of girl does that make you?”
“A dirty –uhhhn uhhhn uhhh!— a dirty one, Daddy.”
“You’re such a good, dirty little girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yeeee —uhhhhn uhnn—yes, Daddy.”
Daddy kept pounding me until I felt him tense, groan, and pour wave after wave of cum into my hungry asshole. He pulled out and had me turn over, kissed me deep and praised me while his fingers worked their way back into my pussy. My eyes were closed and everything was sensation. Fingers inside of me, stretching me, fingers rubbing across my clit. I knew Daddy would be demanding, but I wasn’t sure how patient he’d be. I wasn’t unfamiliar with fisting, but his hands were larger than any other partner I’ve had. It felt good, but right on the edge of too much. As the sensation shifted to pain, I didn’t want to disappoint Daddy, but I also knew he expected me to be honest and tell him when I needed him to stop.
“Too much, Daddy.”
He pulled his fingers out and used fewer, while whispering, “Good girl.” When I was getting close, Daddy was hard again and needed my cunt. He thrust in deep, the delicious curve of his cock pressing into my g-spot. Soon my legs were wrapped around him, my hands gliding across his ass as he pumped into me. I could feel my pussy tightening as I came closer and closer to coming. His lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his cock thrusting deep as my pussy, desperate to be christened with his warm cum, milked him.
“Oh, fuck yes, kitten. Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned. As my g-spot orgasms continued, he pumped me full of his cum, claiming my cunt as his own.
As Daddy pulled out, I could feel his cum spill out of me. Laying on his back, Daddy motioned for me to curl up with him. My head on his shoulder, his arm tucked around me, my arm resting on his chest, our legs intertwined. You know that satisfying feeling when you sink one puzzle piece together with its mate? It felt like that, it felt right.
“So, hello. It’s nice to officially meet you,” Daddy said with a laugh. We talked and laughed until Daddy’s cock got hard again, then my mouth was too full for conversation.
I climbed between Daddy’s legs, worshipping his cock with my tongue. I wanted to make Daddy feel as good as he made me feel. I took my time, licking and sucking, tasting our combined essences on his cock. I pulled him into my mouth as deeply as I could and felt the balls on his piercing trigger my gag reflex. I pulled back a bit, but Daddy’s hand was on my head. He needed me to keep sucking, I needed to keep sucking. In and out, across my sensitive lips, he thrust until I my mouth was flooded with his salty cum. I kept sucking and was rewarded with more and more. When he was done, Daddy pulled me up to his lips, kissed me, and declared me a succubus. When I crinkled my brow, he explained saying that he didn’t often come from oral alone. My heart swelled a bit knowing I was able to make him come with my mouth, knowing all of my holes were now his.
“I know you’ve just been fed, kitten, but shall we go get some dinner?” Daddy said with a smile and a slap to my ass as he jumped out of bed.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
Part 2 coming soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11drfie/daddy_issues_part_1_mdom_fsub_daddy_dom_mf_40s50s