First Daddy Dom Experience - Sex Stories

First Daddy Dom Experience

I pulled out my trusty lacy black bra and tossed it on my bed as I searched through my underwear drawer for the matching thong. I ran a hand through my curled copper red hair and rummaged through my lingerie, stepping into the thin black g-string after I found it, sliding it up between my thighs and resting above my hipbones.

Even the pressure of the lace on my clit made my insides slightly clench. I had been aroused all day in anticipation of what was to come tonight. I glanced at the floor-length mirror to my right and admired my breasts in the warm rays of light from the sunset shining through the window. My breasts had always been something I'd been confident about, round and perky, with sensitive nipples that were aching to get some attention tonight.

I matched with an older man on tinder who messaged me that he was a dom with a daddy kink and wanted to play around with me, and after having a secret fantasy of being submissive to an older man for years, I decided I would meet him at his house for drinks and see what happens. His pictures showed him as a handsome man in his forties with dark brown, slightly silver hair, dressed in top dollar clothing and places like wineries, mansions, or in front of what I'm sure to be his fancy yellow sports car.

When messaging me the details for tonight, he told me my first instruction was to wear a dress. His next message made me shudder as I read. "This is so I can slide my hand across your clit and into your cunt without ...

... having to wait for your pants to come off... You'll learn quickly that Daddy struggles with patience. Especially when it comes to his baby girl's pleasure."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and still looking at myself in the mirror, spread my legs by instinct and opened my mouth slightly to slide my finger across my tongue. I got it nice and wet and then traced my finger down across my nipple, circling around and pinching slightly, which made me suck in a small gasp. I was so fucking horny. I needed a release before I left to meet this man or else I was genuinely concerned I might drip onto the seat from being so wet.

I pinched my nipple as I brought my other hand down to my pussy and slid my fingers underneath the tight lace, rubbing up and down my folds slowly, sliding the wetness that had been accumulating all day along my pulsing clit. I moaned as I circled my clit and naturally started grinding into my fingers, craving more. Craving his hands. His instruction. His cock inside me, fucking me until we both cum on his command.

I pulled the thong off and rubbed my clit faster until I simply had to lie back, spreading my legs completely wide open and fucking myself until I was on the edge. I ground into my fingers as if they were his and imagined his tongue on my clit as I groaned into my orgasm, arching back and gasping for air as I rubbed my dripping wet pussy. I laid there for a moment and got my wits together before I cleaned up, pulled my thong back up my thighs ...