New Orleans Fling (long) [MF] [FF] [FFM]

Vacation sex always feels somehow more decadent than at home, as if a strange place and strange bed encourages a change from the usual – even when the usual is fantastic.  We had been in New Orleans for a couple days when a late night out listening to amazing music had left me completely exhausted.  ‘Totally worth it,’ I thought sleepily, as I curled into Erik’s warm arms.  ‘I’ll make it up to him tomorrow,’ I promised myself, and drifted off to sleep.

I had been having the most amazing dream and felt like I was on the edge of cumming, but as I slowly came awake I realized that it was no dream – there was a hand on my pussy gently playing with my clit and a hand on my nipples, twisting and pinching lightly.  Erik must have realized I was waking up because he lightly nipped at the back of my neck.  “Good morning, sleepyhead.  I decided it was time to wake up.”  With his body pressed against me I could feel how hard he was and realized that with as wet as I was, he must have been playing with me for a while.  I turned to face him but he stopped me and pulled me closer, grabbing my leg and pulling it over his so I was even more exposed.  His fingers moved faster as he kissed and bit my neck and I started squirming against him.

I [F] got what was coming to me from him [M] (pics)

[https://imgur.com/a/QaruKWw](https://imgur.com/a/QaruKWw)

While out of town Daddy reminded me that my bad behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed, and texted me a reminder of what was to come when I returned. My flaming cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by my coworker, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell her that I was looking forward to having my ass beat till I couldn’t sit. I excused myself to get some air and texted back simply, “Yes, Daddy.”

The week dragged on endlessly, but I finally escaped to his place. I wanted to make sure the evening was perfect, so I set the table, got dinner started, put on my collar and waited for him to arrive. The wine was good, the conversation flowed, and as I washed the dishes he disappeared to his room. When I came in, the lights were dim and a soft mat had been laid out in front of the bed.

“Take your dress and hose off. Do you have a hair tie? Put your hair back and get down on your knees.”

Potential Foursome Date & My First Facial [MF]

We’ve been talking for the longest time about playing with another couple and the stars finally aligned to all meet together and see if the chemistry was there.  Before heading to the bar to meet with them, D and I had a couple drinks nearby and I couldn’t keep my hands off of him – as usual.  The margarita calmed some of my nerves, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I would make a good impression.  We had met the female half of this couple before (I’ll call her B), and I was relatively sure she was into us, but first meetings are always nerve-wracking.  I had made sure to wear a form-fitting dress and my lucky heels, and as I walked in front of my D I hoped he was checking me out.  

When Daddy [M] Fucked Me [F] in my Office…

The conference call I was listening in on was interminable and I found my mind wandering.  Rather than focusing on the report out happening, I was reminiscing about the time Daddy and I had spent in this very office.  He had come to pick me up for dinner out and I showed him around my space, wanting him to be proud of his girl.  As I took him into one of the rooms he spotted the recliner and hopped in to test it.  Motioning for me to join him, he pulled me onto his lap and ran his hands up and down my body, his warm hands dipping under my sweater and pressing against my skin.  Holding me close with one arm, his other hand made its way down to my jeans and began to undo the button and zipper.  Daddy has a way of touching me that unmistakably says that my pussy belongs to him.  His hands don’t hesitate and the pressure he uses when touching me speaks of his confidence.  I had been turned on from the minute he kissed me hello, but I knew if he had put a finger into my pussy at that moment he would have known just how wet I was.

Sometimes Daddy [M] makes me [F] take care of myself….[pic]

[https://imgur.com/a/vEN0j0Y](https://imgur.com/a/vEN0j0Y)

It always starts with the instructions.  This time I was laying in bed when Daddy texted me, “I want you to go downstairs and make yourself cum for me.”  I had been texting with him while I was snuggled in bed, but I immediately perked up.  First I had to find out if I was allowed to use my toy, and he told me yes, but that he couldn’t talk me through it because his attention was elsewhere.  *That’s ok*, I texted back, *I’ll tell you this time.*  The idea that he was somewhere surrounded by people who would have no idea I was following his instructions – let alone what messages I was sending as I described it – was incredibly hot.  I grabbed my vibrator and silently crept down to the couch.

“Yes, please.” Harder to say when Daddy [M] stuffs my [F] panties in my mouth.

“Daddy, please leave marks?”

*Ok, baby, the usual spots?*

“Yes.  Please.”

***

It had been too long since I had left Daddy’s house with the marks that serve as my secret reminder, and I wanted them badly.  Almost as badly as I wanted him, but this time we had the whole evening stretching before us and I wasn’t surprised that he was taking his time to torture me.  

I had finally worked up the nerve to ask for what I wanted, but before I was granted my wish Daddy pulled my panties off and studied me.  A smirk appeared as he considered his options and his thumb played across my bottom lip before he used it to open my jaw.  In one swift move he stuffed my panties in my mouth, my eyes wide with shock.  He bit and licked his way down my body while I shivered slightly in anticipation.  His teeth grazed my inner thigh and a finger lightly flicked across my clit, just the way I love.  When Daddy goes down on me I can’t focus on anything beyond the feel of his tongue on my pussy and his face between my thighs.  My moans were muffled by the makeshift gag in my mouth, and my breathing came faster and faster as the buzzing, lightning feeling struck me.  My hands gripped his head and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, desperate for the feeling to continue.  

Even when I’m [F] a brat, Daddy [M] still takes care of me.

It all started when I got my instructions: wear my plug, bring my toy.  “I want to watch you,” he said.  My cheeks immediately flushed; silly after all that my Daddy has done to me, but the thought of him watching me somehow felt even more personal than what I might look like on my knees in front of him.

But, I listened.  I always do.

Someone once told me that your Dom sets the pace, and for someone who is normally so in charge it’s a special challenge to let go of that role and allow myself to follow instead of leading.  So when I arrived at his place after a day of feeling the subtle pressure of my plug and remembered just how long it had been since we had spent time together I had to work hard to stay calm.  “I have something for you,” he said, and there it was – a delicate silver collar with a heart-shaped padlock.  As he fitted it around my neck one part of my mind dispassionately observed the absolute primal satisfaction I felt with a laugh, while the rest of my brain hummed with delight. 

When Daddy [M] let another man fuck me [F]…

I love to dance, but rarely get the opportunity to go out these days.  After all, once those nights of finding someone to hook up with at a bar are past and you’re settled into having your ass spanked until it’s rosy red….well, let’s just say I’m not complaining.  But this night we happened to be out for a drink and there were a fair amount of people out on the dance floor.  Daddy sat on a bar stool and I stood next to him, leaned in close,  watching people dance and enjoying the feel of his hand on my back.

After a few minutes I felt someone take the bar stool behind me.  Even though I wasn’t actually sitting on it, I felt annoyed that someone would invade my space like that.  I heard the voice behind me order a drink and then address us.  “Hey, how’s it going?”  Now I was really annoyed – all I wanted was to enjoy my time alone, not deal with the usual overeager douchebags that can’t read social cues.  But to my surprise, Daddy replied, “Not bad man, just enjoying the scenery.  You?”  This was…unusual, to say the least.  I glanced up, trying to read his expression, but all I got in return was his hand drifting lower on my back and an inscrutable look while he took a sip of his drink.

Good girls [F] get on their knees and listen. [pics]

XP /r/SluttyConfessions

[https://imgur.com/a/pMJp9oe](https://imgur.com/a/pMJp9oe)

Sometimes when you get a little too comfortable in a situation it helps to be reminded who is really in charge.  Especially when you tend towards being bossy most other times, a not-so-gentle prompting is in order.  Maybe it was the glass of wine I had with dinner, or just the excitement of being with my Daddy again, but when we stepped into his room I was still chattering away and not remembering my place.

“Get on your knees, now.”  His voice wasn’t loud or harsh, but caught me.

I immediately complied, excited as always to be good and follow instructions, but mind racing.  Silly thoughts – the lights were all on, no background noise to mask my sounds, and I felt completely exposed in so many ways.  But that wasn’t my concern; my job was to listen and get on my knees.  

Daddy [M] fucked my ass [F] for the first time and I begged for it.

“I’m going to train you,” he said in my ear.  “I’m going to train your ass to take my entire cock.”  

The bar was loud, and to everyone else we probably looked like a regular couple out on date – maybe a little too touchy-feely, but those that had been coupled up for a while would smile, remembering their first heady days, and the unattached would roll their eyes at the utterly uncouth public display of affection.  I squirmed in my seat, feeling his breath on my ear and his hand resting possessively on my thigh.  

“I don’t know how long it will take,” he continued, “but you’re going to beg me to fuck your ass.”

What Daddy wants, Daddy gets.

I went home and thought about our next playdate and how to get ready for him.  I was nervous – and who wouldn’t be?  Daddy has a big cock and I’ve only played with plugs, so I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him.  I needed practice, so I got out my plug and thought about how excited I was to let him be the first and how badly I wanted to please him.  The lube helped the plug slip into place and I felt it while I played with my clit.  My pussy was dripping with excitement and I knew I was going to cum fast and hard.  I thought of him holding me and fucking me and I came hard, shaking and desperate to experience the feeling of his cock buried in my ass.