i love it when she calls me daddy [FF]

First time posting here — I’m madly in love rn and I want to document some of my favorite memories with this girl. Names have been changed but everything in here is almost exactly as they happened. Rather long because I like the build, so I thought I might as well share in a public space.

Sex starts after the ###

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“*Fuck*, daddy,” she moans in my ear, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I immediately still my motions and look at her in surprise. I mentioned it once, briefly, that being called daddy is one of my favorite kinks, but I didn’t think she’d even remember that I told her.

“Damn, baby,” I reply, tracing my fingers against her wet pussy lips. “Had no idea you remembered that.”

“Of course I did!” she responds. She’s got this mischievous grin on her face and says, “I’ve just been waiting for the right moment to say it.”

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Kim and I have known each other for about 6 months now. We met at a friend’s birthday dinner last year, back when outdoor dining was still allowed in LA, through our mutual friend Hannah.

Hannah had been discussing her birthday dinner plans with me before suddenly mentioning her. “I have another bi friend coming to dinner, her name’s Kim,” said Hannah. “She’s cute, just got out of a long-term relationship and might be interesting for you to meet.”

As a queer person, it’s always a little annoying when your straight friends are like, “Oh, I have a gay friend you should meet — you guys would totally get along!” without ever considering how our personalities would mesh or what are compatibilities would be like. I just shrugged at Hannah — “That’s not really how it works. Bi people don’t hook up just because they’re bi, you know” — and didn’t think twice about it.

Birthday dinner rolls around, and I arrive a bit late because I’m not as familiar with the rest of Hannah’s friends. It’s a table of 8, and I pick the last seat after saying a brief hello to everyone.

“Hi, I’m Kim,” says the girl next to me, waving in greeting.

Okay, I thought, yeah she’s pretty cute. She’s Korean, lightly tanned, super cute smile and heart-shaped face, long black hair and dressed in a short party dress. Can’t tell much about her height or body type yet since we’re sitting down, but she definitely seems to fall squarely within the range of “my type.”

I wave in return. “Hi, I’m Diana,” I reply. I’m Taiwanese, also long black hair, pale AF due to WFH restrictions, 5’9″ with a slender-ish body type — AKA barely a butt and maybe half a titty on a good day. But! I am “tall for an Asian” and fortunately, it’s not hard to find girls that are interested in my body type, so I’m not completely hopeless lol.

Wine and conversation flow, and I’m slowly starting to realize that Kim is actually a really cool person. She’s a banker at some big bulge bracket firm and has known Hannah since middle school, like most of her friends at the dinner table. We chat between the two of us and with the others sitting across from me, and soon it’s time to wrap up.

We stand at the same time, and I can tell she’s surprised by my height. “Wow, you are so tall!” she exclaims, tugging my arm. She seems to be about 5’4″, slim, real nice hips.

“Air’s better up here,” I tease her. I turn to follow her out of the restaurant and, let me tell you, when I saw that ass — damn. My jaw hit the floor. Was not expecting those cheeks perfectly outlined by her dress. She looks back briefly to see if I was following, and I know she’s caught me checking her out. A sly smile makes its way across her lips, but she doesn’t say anything.

We all go to Hannah’s place for some more drinks, and she’s practically glued to my side the entire night. More flirting — “wow, your fingers are so slender” “you have perfect eyebrows” (this is really how girls flirt with each other, it’s embarrassing) — and for the rest of the night we are cuddled up on the couch listening to old 90’s R&B music.

Hannah’s already passed out from drinking too much, and her boyfriend has already tucked her in bed, so I decide it’s time to head home. So here’s the thing — I know there’s mutual interest here, with Kim, but I’m not sure that she’d be willing to come to my place or vice versa. I don’t know if she’s the casual hookup type, and I’m kicking myself for not asking Hannah more questions about her.

We end the night with an awkward hug, and damn, her body feels perfect in my arms. I head out, and I try not to think about it.

–

Kim and I start texting and still see each other at various group events, but I find it difficult to make progress with her. She’s always either busy, or I’m busy, or whatever, but a few weeks down the line, we do finally end up hooking up and making it a more regular occurrence. She’s an amazing kisser, has an incredible body, and is just all around perfect.

One night we do a house roll together at my apartment with some friends, and I am just rolling tits, jaw clenched, wiggly eyes, the whole shebang. We’re cuddled in my room, and she keeps calling me baby, and I jokingly tell her, “You gotta stop calling me that, you can call me daddy instead.”

“Oh? You like that, *daddy*?” she says, looking up at me with huge eyes and pouty lips.

I’m floored.

I have a HUGE daddy kink (which I know doesn’t really make sense, I’m a girl), but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this turned on by anyone calling me that. “Is that what you wanted to hear? *Daddy*?” she asks again, trailing her fingers up my side.

I lick my lips, mouth suddenly dry, and close my eyes. The expression on her face is just too much for me to physically process. “Damn, babe, that is so hot.” We can’t really fuck because we’re both on our periods (alas, the pain of being female), so I just enjoy the feeling, accentuated by the roll.

She giggles, probably not expecting how much of an effect it’s having on me. “Okay, well, I’ll make use of that some time, *daddy*.”

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Couple of weeks later, it’s late one night after another night of drinking with friends, and we’re at Kim’s apartment. We’re making out in bed, things are getting hot and heavy — she’s got the most perfect, pouty, kissable lips and I can’t get enough of the feeling of her body against mine.

“Off,” I demand, bunching up her shirt and throwing it across the room. She laughs, and she looks so gorgeous, topless, hair fanned across the pillow and looking at me with those “fuck me” eyes, and I drop down to her tits, licking and sucking those perfect nipples.

“Bite, baby,” she says, threading her fingers through my hair. I (obviously) oblige, gently biting down on one nipple, and she moans in response.

I love taking my time making my way down her body. She has the softest, smoothest skin, and there’s so much to kiss and touch and hold. I remove her panties and tease her slowly, running my tongue against her parted pussy lips. She has the perfect pussy.

PERFECT. Pussy.

I delve in to taste her and she’s so wet, always so ready for me. I press my tongue against her clit and suck gently, just enjoying the sounds of her moans. I push her thighs over my shoulders and give long broad strokes of my tongue along her folds, knowing it’ll rile her up and make her ask for more.

She tugs against my hair — “Baby, please come up here and kiss me and fuck me.”

I crawl back up, dropping kisses all along her body before settling next to her and kissing that cute lil smile off her face. I trace my fingers up her thighs and press my fingers against her wet folds, tracing the outline of her nether lips and stopping right at the edge of her clit.

“Baby, stop teasing me and fuck me properly,” she gasps, canting her hips towards me.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask, kissing along the column of her neck. My fingers go still.

“Your fingers, baby,” she breathes, growing frustrated.

I laugh. I love teasing her, I love making her beg. “Where do you want my fingers baby?”

She presses her lips right against my ear. “I want your fingers in my pussy.”

Oh, man, that is one of my all-time favorite statements. I immediately slide two fingers into her drenched pussy, pressing upward against her g-spot. It’s like liquid velvet. Perfect.

She moans loudly, “Yes, baby, oh my god, yes” — and then, she says it. Right up against my ear, hips rotating, her pussy tight all around my fingers —

“*Fuck*, daddy.”

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Of course she’s been waiting for the right moment to say it, of course she’s been plotting, planning, like a mischievous gremlin.

“Mm, fuck baby,” I reply, pressing my fingers against her all over again. She’s drenched, I’m probably sopping wet too, and we keep going for several minutes, kissing, touching, me fingering her until she’s tightening and getting close.

“Daddy, can I come for you?” she asks, gazing up at me with those big bedroom eyes.

“Oh baby, you can have whatever you want,” I moan in reply, “Come for me.”

She finishes, the chorus begins to sing, the clouds part overhead and the metaphorical sun shines against us and she’s glowing, and I’m basking, and damn.

I am in love.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l2w75z/i_love_it_when_she_calls_me_daddy_ff