You possibly can say I’ve fucked my fair proportion of daddies – and by that I imply each males who’ve actually fathered kids and scorching, dominant, horny older man varieties. (There’s in all probability an unsurprising quantity of overlap between these two sorts of paternity, it seems.)
As for really calling one in every of these guys “daddy” who at all times felt a bit on the nostril with me. Like a 2010s teen preparing for college daily listening to Lana del Rey’s Born to die album, the entire “Daddy” factor at all times felt extra like a campy schtick than something I may think about somebody really saying with any diploma of erotic authenticity.
That’s, after all, till one evening in my early twenties, in mattress in a five-star resort with yet one more man sufficiently old to be my father—this time one I occurred to work for. We had been a office scandal ready to occur, probably the most clichéd clichés, the 22-year-old assistant and the married massive shot with a popularity. The form of issues which are inconceivable to think about are nonetheless taking place as a result of, Jesus Christ, this is not Loopy males, and but someway it occurs on a regular basis. And since I’ve a considerably unflattering, typically clumsy, and infrequently frowned upon case for the unlawful, I could not fucking assist it.
It began out as these items often do: innocent enterprise emails which may flip into pointless enterprise calls that flip into Holy shit, his voice is horny which flip into texting late one evening after hours. First we talked about work, then no extra. Round 2:30 a.m. he let me know he’d be again on the town subsequent week (he’d been out doing Huge Shot stuff since I began my job – we might by no means actually met IRL) and we must always “seize a drink and discuss store.”
Have himI assumed.
Effectively I thought. Not me know positive what this man really had in thoughts. Even our final evening’s texts, whereas not strictly skilled, hadn’t technically crossed a line. So a couple of days later I drew my smallest, is-that-really-work-appropriate? miniskirt and met him at a fancy resort bar in Midtown to search out out if “discuss store” was the euphemism I assumed it was.
Nonetheless, here is what it is advisable perceive about Huge Shot. He wasn’t really your typical cocky cock of a company jerk, who barked orders and insulted interns. At this stage of my daddy-fucking profession, I would already come throughout greater than a handful of self-proclaimed “Alpha Males” varieties (professional tip: if a man ever calls himself an “Alpha”, GTFO from there as quick as you possibly can) who take what they need and fuck you want they’re kidding you. This man was not. He was type and heat, flattering however not sleazy, with the form of understated confidence we discuss after we discuss Huge Dick Vitality. He wasn’t aggressive or scary; three drinks in, sitting subsequent to one another on the bar, I nonetheless wasn’t positive if this man even needed what I needed him to need from me. All I knew was that each maybe-not-so-accidental contact of his hand towards my thigh felt rattling electrical — in a method that made me perceive for the primary time what folks imply once they say that. Some clichés are simply clichés till they arrive alongside and almost knock you off your barstool on a random Tuesday evening.
As had been the case since our first telephone name, I used to be most drawn to his voice. Like him, it was assured, not boastful, deep however not boomy, clean and heat – the way in which I think about individuals who like whiskey suppose good bourbon tastes. When that mushy whiskey voice requested the query I would been ready for, “How outdated are you?” I smiled and mentioned, “I simply turned 22.”
“You appear a lot wiser and extra mature than 22,” he mentioned.
Checkmate. Like many ladies — particularly these in search of and/or needed by older males — I have been getting some model of this praise for so long as I can bear in mind. He could not have identified it but, however Huge Shot had simply proven his playing cards. If there’s one factor males – particularly males like this – need, it is a lady with the wit and intelligence of somebody their very own age eternally trapped within the physique of half that age. This does not exist, by the way in which (though that will not cease males from anticipating it from us), however I may do the “I am simply an outdated soul trapped on this scorching younger physique” fairly effectively.
We closed the bar and spent a couple of awkward moments within the foyer, me unwilling to depart and him unwilling to let me go, however neither of us knew how far the opposite was actually prepared to go.
“Do you simply need to raid the minibar upstairs?” he requested, as if we each simply wanted a nightcap and nothing extra.
“In fact,” I mentioned, as if I hadn’t identified what “discuss store” really meant all alongside.
Upstairs in his room, we pretended to be there for harmless functions for about three minutes. I took a complete of two sips of the mini bar wine he poured earlier than kissing me, completed the remainder of my glass and led me by the hand to the mattress.
Making love frantically, tearing at one another’s garments like, Holy shit, that is really taking place, he stopped to ask me a query. “Do you want swearing?”
Reader, for all my I am a Sexually Skilled Girl Past My Years bravado, I did not actually know what he was speaking about. Whereas I had fairly a little bit of bone in me at that time in my life, most of my experiences had been comparatively vanilla—and comparatively quiet. I am not typically a giant talker — ask me to say six phrases in entrance of greater than three folks and I will simply overlook easy methods to breathe — and for the primary few years of my sexually energetic life, that reluctance often prolonged to the bed room .
“Reminiscent of?” I requested, immediately feeling harmless.
“Like, I prefer to be referred to as ‘daddy’.”
Perhaps it was the wine, possibly as a result of I favored him a lot, or possibly as a result of this complete state of affairs already felt like a cliché straight out of Lana’s Born to die period, however I used to be someway… considering it?
“Sure, Dad,” I mentioned, the phrases slipping off my tongue like I would mentioned them a thousand occasions earlier than. Like I used to be born to say them. Like I used to be born to say them to him.
“Good woman,” he mentioned. Once I let you know I fucking melted listening to these phrases, in Which voice. It was the impact of the electrical thigh brush, turned as much as 100. To today I can to really feel these phrases work their method by means of my physique simply fascinated with it.
Now I used to be curious. “What do you need to name me?” I requested.
As politely as doable, somewhat sheepishly, he threw out a couple of choices – largely phrases that I might usually have turned a person’s fucking gentle off if he even mentioned it to me. However once more, for no matter purpose, I used to be recreation.
“Are you going to sit down again and be a superb little slut for daddy?” he mentioned.
“Sure father.” I leaned again and unfold my legs as he grabbed a condom from the resort’s handy stash of intercourse equipment subsequent to the minibar.
“Be a superb woman and take Daddy’s cock,” he mentioned as he pushed himself towards me and slid in like my physique was made for him.
Apparently he felt the identical. ‘Sure, good woman. That is Daddy’s pussy.”
“That is your pussy,” I echoed again, shocking myself how simply the phrases got here from my lips, how good they needed to say to him.
On high of me, inside me, his complete physique pressed towards mine, he began to fuck me more durable, together with his voice – That. fuck. Voice. – in my ear. “Take daddy’s cock. Sure, good woman. I simply need you to take my complete cock in you want a superb little slut, okay? Take my cock. Take daddy’s cock.”
“Sure daddy. That is your pussy. I need you to make use of me as your little slut. I did not know the place these phrases got here from, however I knew they felt good.
There was one thing about the way in which he talked to me, one thing in regards to the tenderness with which he dominated, that not solely made me really feel excited, but additionally protected– protected sufficient to say issues I might by no means say thought say about. I would at all times been submissive in mattress, and I would been with males who considered themselves as dominant earlier than (the “Alpha” guys talked about earlier). However their concept of dominance was often little greater than taking what they needed from me and roughing me up a bit within the course of. This was not that. This, no matter it was, made me really feel assured and safe – authoritative in my submission in a method I had by no means skilled earlier than. This, I immediately understood, was domination and submission appropriately – a dynamic, a dance, fairly than a combat or a conquest. He took and I cheerfully gave, and on the identical time, l took and gladly acquired.
“I need you to take daddy’s cum,” he mentioned as he moved nearer.
“Sure daddy. I need you to cum for me. I need to take all of your cum. However wait,” I mentioned, astonishing myself once more. “I need you to say my identify if you do.”
I cherished being Daddy’s little slut, his good woman, however I nonetheless needed him to know whose pussy he was actually cumming in. I needed to listen to my identify in that voice.
“Sure, Stella,” he mentioned. “Take my cock. Holy shit, Stella, you make me cum. Oh my God. Oh my God, Stella,’ he almost yelled, his voice breaking as his orgasm peaked and overflowed and got here laborious inside me.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I mentioned, as we lay there, breathless and sweaty, in probably the most hazy post-coital haze.
The subsequent morning I left his resort in yesterday’s work garments, with a morning-after haircut and an unmistakable post-sex glow. On my approach to the workplace, I ended on the Categorical on Madison Avenue to choose up a brand new gown to placed on at work to cover my soiled little secret: I used to be now a Daddy Woman.
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