Author: DesirableDad

Meeting Daddy at the hotel for the first time.

I previously posted this from a different account but I’m trying to keep my NSFW account in one place….lol

Enjoy……

You stop at the door to the hotel room, check your makeup one last time, your heart beating out of your chest with anticipation. “Knock knock”. The door swings open and there he is…much taller than you imagined 6’7” would be. You look up and he’s smiling warmly at you…his blue eyes sparkling. You can see the hunger in those eyes and things start to tingle. He grabs you by the shoulder, pulls you inside, slams the door, pins you to the wall, bends down and presses his lips to yours…driving his tongue between them. You’re helpless as he pins you by the throat, lifting your mouth to his. You feel another hand slide down your body…caressing your breasts, over your stomach, your hip and then down your thigh. His tongue’s still probing your mouth and lips as you feel the hand smooth over your thigh and start to gather your dress between your legs. He releases his grip on your throat and runs his hands down your arms to your wrists before pulling them both together behind your back. His big hand clasps your wrists together with a vice-like grip and you’re helpless. The attention of his other hand returns to the dress as he gathers it again from the bottom and slowly rolls it up to your stomach to reveal your perfectly shaven cunt and the fact that you didn’t wear knickers, as agreed.
“Good girl!” is whispered, smoothly and deeply, into your ear as you feel a finger parting and sliding back and forth between your hot and wet lips. You feel the blood rushing to your crotch as his finger slides your hood back and finds your clit. He slides a finger inside you…shallow at first…and slides it across your clit again, your own juices providing the lubrication as his fingertip gently encircles your clit, repeatedly. Your legs tremble with the intensity of the feeling. Read more »

Daddy took you to the river bank for a picnic. With rope and kinky intentions….

As he’s driving around, looking for a quiet spot, his hand slides up your thigh, pulls your knickers to one side and he gently starts stroking your lips. You’re already moist at the mere thought of a little outdoor action. You don’t get to see him often and, luckily, it’s a beautiful summer day so he’s helped you prepare a picnic and you’re off into the country to find a nice, secluded spot. You run your own hand up HIS thigh to find that he’s just as excited about it as you. You stroke the solid, pulsing bulge that’s running from his crotch down his upper thigh. It twitches as you reach the tip and you run your finger nail around it for a little while to marvel at the effect it’s having. He counters by sliding his middle finger deep inside you and giggling noticeably as your head jerks back and you moan, very loudly. He pulls out swiftly and drops a couple of gears. He seems to have found a likely spot. As you pass an open gate and head down a dirt track, there’s a glint of water through the trees. As you get closer, the trees open up to a bushy path, leading to a grassy bank, beyond which lies the river. “Well this looks good to me!” he decides. Read more »