This is the story of the first couple of times a partner called me “daddy.” The first time, I really didn’t like it. The second time, I really, really did.
There are some girls who you have to work hard to get, and there are others who work hard to get you. Sarah was a member of the latter group. Not that she was desperate or anything – far from it, she was sure, confident, and knew exactly what she wanted from me: my dick. She put her hands on my thighs in the bar and I knew we needed to get the hell out of there.
Clothes came off and we fell on her plush bed. I climbed on top of her and the less I tried to support myself the more enthusiastic she got. I finally got the hint and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head and putting as much weight as I could on them. I slid into her dripping wet pussy and she convulsed around me, letting out a high pitched moan.
*It was really fucking hot. Until it wasn’t.*
The harder I went, the more enthusiastic Sarah got. Her mouth was hanging half-open with moans as I went as deep as I could, fucking her with every inch that I had.
“You feel so good!” she squeaked. “Fuck me, daddy!”
And that just, she killed the moment for me. I didn’t stop, but something shifted. It had been so surprising, so out-of-left-field, that it shook me out of my groove. I didn’t *feel* like a daddy. I didn’t particularly want to be one, in that moment. I’d never even really heard that before.
*I wish I’d kept in touch with Sarah. We could have had so much more fun.*
But months passed, and for whatever reason I found the idea of being called “daddy” alluring. I kept coming back to that moment when I was alone. I didn’t know if I liked it, but I definitely liked the idea of it. To me, it was like “sir” with extra spice.
*I couldn’t get it out of my head.*
By then I’d started hooking up with Victoria.
Victoria was a rising star in her finance business. She wore sharp suits and I made sure to keep her in her heels and an unbuttoned shirt every once in a while. She was very matter-of-fact, a brilliant mind, and she took no shit.
And we were open and honest with each other. It was a very healthy fuck-buddy relationship. And so it was one day, when we were making out, clothes starting to come off, that I nervously made a request.
“Hey Vic,” I asked. “I’d like it if you called me daddy. Just to see how it feels.”
Victoria stared at me, her brown eyes searching. And then she got this devilish little grin on her face.
“Make me,” she replied.
*So I did.*
I tore the rest of her clothes off and flung them across the room. My mouth trailed down her body, playing with her perky tits, licking her stomach. I smelled her, tasted her, licking her from the bottom of her slit to the top. Victoria moaned and I kept going, licking and sucking until I felt fer tense and relax, tense and relax above me.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
My fingers slid inside of her. My lips were around her clit. Her legs tightened around my head and she shuddered as she released herself into her orgasm.
And then I fucked her.
Like with Sarah, I pushed her down beneath me. Like with Sarah, I held her arms above her head. “I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I whispered in Victoria’s ear. She gasped and nodded eagerly.
I slid inside her, and I could feel her pussy clench around me. Victoria moaned in my ear with appreciation as I started to move inside of her,
“You feel so good,” she moaned. “Fuck, your cock feels so good.”
I didn’t reply, instead groaning and grunting with each thrust. I was slipping into a more and more animal place, my thrusts more erratic but coming quicker and harder. I just wanted – needed – to be as deep inside of her as possible. I was pinning her down. She was mine to fuck.
“Holy fuck, I can’t take it,” Victoria gasped. “Fuck, cum in me… *daddy*.”
It was like a switch had been flipped. I immediately lost control, and, plunging deep inside her, I let go. My cum filled her pussy, as I collapsed on top of her, my cock spasming inside of her.
I looked her in the eyes, and she had that devilish grin on her face again. “Well, that was fun,” she said. “Did you like that?”
Folks, I very much did.
And that wasn’t the last time Victoria called me daddy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zl28j5/fm_things_to_call_the_guy_youre_fucking_daddy
She reminds me of miss lexa from the hub