This is a repost from an old account that I wanted this on my new one. Daddy and I have explored a lot more since this happened. 🫣
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For the past several years, I have had a Dom in my home state. Daddy and I grew up together and kept in touch throughout college and beyond. I have had a couple of unrequited crushes on him in the past, but we have always agreed that we would never work out romantically and should just remain friends…with benefits. Daddy has been in a relationship for the past few years, but I can still get a response from him when I am horny. We try to hang out whenever I am back home, which usually leads to us hooking up or at least us talking about wanting to hook up.
When Daddy and I first started our D/s relationship, I was adamant against calling him “daddy,” but it was only because I was afraid that he would judge me or because of the occasional emotional connotations to the name. A couple of months ago, I finally let him know that I had a daddy kink, and then he told me that was what he actually preferred to be called. Ever since then, I have strictly referred to him as that, and I am obsessed. The first time that Daddy and I hung out since the daddy kink confession was over Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, it was not a good week for me, so neither of us made a move. I’d been horny ever since though.
Daddy lives over an hour away from my
parents now (with his girlfriend for the time being), so we have been meeting up halfway. Today, he had to go shopping at Trader Joe’s after work. Daddy had been horny all week and sending me Snaps, so I was determined to take advantage. I wore red lipstick, a red thong, a collar, and a butt plug when I met up with him. We talked and caught up on life for a bit in his car. And of course the conversation turned sexual.
Daddy had told me not to “have any real expectations,” but he should have known that I would take that as a challenge. Trying to be “good,” he only started out by tugging on my collar a bit and then choking me when I begged. Still in his car, we were on the lookout for passers by. Eventually, Daddy couldn’t take it anymore and started playing with his cock. We had a couple of close calls as a few Trader Joe’s employees came out to look at a parking accident.
When the coast was clear, I started to play with Daddy’s cock myself. I got so wet when Daddy took my hand and made me put pressure on his balls. Finally, I started using my mouth.
Daddy and I have talked about ass play for a while, but we had only tried it once before. While sucking him, I started fingering his ass. He had me stop using my mouth as he was afraid to cum too quickly. When he was ready, he shoved my head back down to his lap and started pulling on my hair. I hope to remember that feeling forever.
Daddy finally came in my mouth, and I swallowed. I had gotten so wet from
the experience, so I started playing with myself while he watched. While this was a hot experience in and of itself, I was too frustrated that Daddy was there and not lending a hand but mainly also afraid that I would get caught, so I stopped and never came. Lying in bed and reliving the events of today now though, I know that I will. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zsc994/f_blowing_daddy_m_in_the_trader_joes_parking_lot