Before we even had met she was sending me voice messages about how much she wanted to feel Daddy’s tongue on her tight little slit. It was obvious from the get go that Alyssa was too good to be true. From the very first message she sent replying to my post on r/randomactsofmuffdive it was clear that she was going to be the best kind of fun and she never did disappoint.
When she first reached out I honestly couldn’t believe it. She was within a year or two in age, pretty much willing to try or do anything and attractive enough that while I do clean up well I couldn’t help feeling that I might be out of my depth. We traded messages for at least a week prior to meeting, learning each others’ desires, turn-ons and limits. Texts turned into some of the hottest pics and voice messages I’ve ever received. Once it was a day or two before our plan to meet the wait had become entirely unbearable.
*”I want you to treat me like the dirty slut that I am”*
Alyssa showed up and we exchanged pleasantries as I let her in. We were both visibly a little bit nervous- the exact right amount of nerves that border on dangerous excitement. As soon as the door closed she was pressed between my body and it, our tongues dancing against each other’s. My leg pressed between her thick thighs in her yoga pants. My hands roaming along the glide of her soft skin underneath her t-shirt. Her perfect boobs pressed up by her leopard print bra with just enough cleavage that she could get away with in public without being too slutty. Before we even left the kitchen her shirt was on the floor revealing her sun-kissed skin and belly button ring shining in the reflection of the light.
*”Do you like the thong I wore for you Daddy?”*
Alyssa knew that I had a thing for panties and she made sure to pick a pair out that I’d like. I dropped to my knees, pulling her leggings down to the floor with me. Her silky purple thong hugged her curves tightly as it wedged perfectly between her amazing ass cheeks. She took her time to pick out something I’d like and that was a huge turn on. I growled in her ear appreciatively with a tight grip at the base of her dyed red hair. “Good girl,” I followed with a playful smack on her ass. She smiled and cooed before turning and plunging into another session of making out. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
*”Do you want to watch me go up the stairs first?”*
She had a perfectly playful nature about her. Alyssa required zero training- she was a well practiced slut and she knew it. She slowly walked up the steps, her fat ass bouncing right in front of my face. I made a point not to touch her, just to watch and appreciate it. There’d be plenty of time for touching soon after all. She unclasped her bra at the top of the stairs and when she turned around I could have cut diamonds with my cock. Her tits were just more than a handful- large for her petite but soft frame. I pulled her into the bedroom and with a light grip around her throat drew her in for one more deep kiss before throwing her back onto the bed.
*”I’m already wet for you, Daddy. Can you feel it through my panties?”*
She always knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted. In this particular case that meant my dad bod on top of hers in between her thighs trailing kisses and gentle bites behind her ear, down her neck and on her beautiful chest. My fingers grinding against the wet spot in the front of her panties had her moaning in my ear. My tongue swirling circles around her pretty brown nipples had her bucking her hips towards my hand.
*”I NEED you to taste me. Please.”*
She wasn’t too proud to beg and on this first occasion unlike others I didn’t feel like making her either. In no time my head was looking up at her gorgeous body grinning like a Cheshire cat. I peeled her panties down slowly, uncovering a neatly trimmed triangle just above the place I so anxiously had waited to taste. Planting soft kisses upon every inch between her legs except where she expected, the anticipation somehow grew even stronger for the both of us. I lingered over her pretty brown slit making sure to look up at her and try to see what was going on in her mind at this of all moments.
*”Oh MY….GOD”*
When my tongue met that perfect mixture of sweet and salty, she screamed out exactly what I was also thinking. She tasted amazing. Her sex was thick and I could feel the build up on my tongue as I went to work. Her hands were gripping my long hair, pulling me deeper into her. I could tell you exactly what I did but a good magician only reveals some but not all of his tricks. Every one of the three times she came in the midst of this paragraph unleashed a wonderful new torrent of salty flavor that I relished every drop of.
*”Fill me up, please daddy, I need to feel you inside me.”*
We’d already discussed beforehand that our adventure would be much more than an orally palatable one. A quick exchange of her juices from my tongue to hers took place before I grabbed a condom from the bedside stand. We shared one of those wonderful laughing moments of levity in the middle of sexiness as I first tried to put it on inside out. But a quick course correction had what she would come to refer to as “Goldilocks” positioned at the entrance of her sweet pussy. My weapon of choice (or perhaps considering my predisposition for using my tongue would make it my weapon of second choice) is a perfectly average six inches with a pretty good thickness- hence the nickname she coined for me.
*”Please don’t make me AHHHHH…. wait.”*
Mirroring my hesitation just before giving her my tongue, I pierced her words with a deep sheathing of my cock inside her warm lips. Her cunt squeezed me tightly as I watched her boobs bounce with every full length thrust. One hand wrapped just tight enough around her throat to let her know who was in control without restricting her air; I watched her eyes roll back in her head for Jackpot #4. Watching her body jiggle up and down was prize enough for me, but I knew that I had to catch some alternate views. She turned over and held herself up on her hands and knees so I could grip her hips and spend some time gazing at her round ass. A ponytail in hand yielded access to her throat once more as I buried myself even deeper than before for her final orgasm of the night.
*”I need you to cum. What can I do for you to make you cum?”*
My biggest insecurity with another partner is the fact that sometimes I just can’t get myself to climax as easily as I’d like to. It’s very easy for someone to take this personally and I understand and can be self-conscious of that. I warned Alyssa beforehand that this might happen and she was more than patient about it. Eventually we settled on her laying on her side, curvacious ass pointed towards me with her fingers buried between her legs. She continued to unleash more dirty talk like the quotes detailed prior as I jerked myself off furiously. Finally the bucket began to reach its saturation point and I told her I was ready.
*Anywhere but my face*
Those were my instructions when we had discussed preferences prior. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I croaked out as a hand between her shoulder blades held her in place. She cooed out as rope after rope of thickness landed on the top half of her ass cheeks and all the way up her back. Days worth of built up cum specially for her covered the back half of her beautiful body as my brain crashed back down to earth.
*”You should take a picture”*
I mean it. The girl was perfect. I fumbled around for my phone and quickly snapped a picture of the mess I made that she would call ‘one of the sexiest ones she’s ever had taken of her’. (Please don’t ask, no I will not be sharing it because I don’t have her permission) We both came right back down into that sweet spot head space of euphoric laughter as friends as we cleaned up and got dressed and called our first meet up more than a success.
There were plenty of other times that Alyssa and I played together. There was the time I met her at her house to find the entire place decked out in mood lighting and candles- complete with the absolute sexiest black lingerie set I’ve ever seen. There was the time she roleplayed as my secretary after a long hard day of work and crawled around my kitchen floor with my belt tied around her neck as her leash. There was the time she stopped by for a quickie on her lunch break and it was not quick enough to prevent her from being late back to work. And there was the final time I met up with her where she came over after her shift just to ride my face and get off with nothing more.
I’m sure there’s more “Alyssas” out there but I’ll always treasure the time I got to have with mine. Unfortunately for me, but good for her- She’s decided to settle down and be a good girl now. I’m proud of her because I think she does mean it this time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11z1zly/mf_my_first_encounter_with_the_absolute_perfect