This story was inspired by someone out there, someone I never expected, yet enjoy every time I hear from them. They know who they are. Parades are fun.
~SK
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I’m standing on a busy street in a city I’ve never been to before. Heart pounding, nerves racing, I raise my phone up and snap a picture.
Assessing the photo, I confirm my hair and makeup look good and my royal blue sundress hugs in all the right places. I hope my excited nervousness isn’t too obvious in the photo, but it’s already been so much fun being the keeper of this secret, I bet sharing it will be so much better.
I check the photo, make sure the building in the background is clearly visible, and send it in our chat app.
The bubbles pop up, Daddy is writing his reply almost instantly. It’s cute, knowing he watches for my messages just as much as I watch for his.
‘So sexy. That colour is absolutely perfect on you.’
He’s right. A strawberry blonde looks amazing in jewel tones, and this dress makes my hair glow and my eyes pop. I’m surprised he didn’t notice the sexy cleavage first, but his typing bubbles haven’t stopped.
‘Have I mentioned your breasts look perfect too?’
There it is, I smile to myself. To be fair, this dress checks all the boxes I want for the attention I need. It’s my absolute favourite, a snug sleeveless fit with a deep v-neck that flares out into a knee length skirt that swirls just so slightly when I walk. My baby pink toenail polish shimmers up at me from my favourite peep toe heels, and I smooth my dress down as a young man walks past me on the road, the appreciation in his eyes making me feel younger than I am.
My phone buzzes again. It’s our chat app.
‘Wait a fucking minute.’
I break out in a huge grin, I’ve been waiting to see this reaction.
The bubbles seem like they’re taking forever, even though I know his typing on the other end is anything but slow.
‘You’re HERE?!?!?’
I reply with the 2nd photo that was already saved in my phone, the one I took without any visible background. It’s just my face and neck, with one hand lazily trailing down between my breasts. My Morse code bracelet is turned towards the camera, and written in eyeliner just beneath the beads that spell our secret message is a short word and 3 numbers: Room 315.
I quickly head back inside the hotel, feeling like I’m racing him, even though I know I have a considerable head start. My phone buzzes repeatedly, and I can see on my smartwatch that he’s sending question after question. Why didn’t I say something? Am I really here? Do I know how fucking sexy I look wearing that bracelet?
I know better than to reply. The photo said everything he needed to know, now all I have to do is wait. My timing is just about perfect. I have just enough time to enjoy a small glass of wine to try to calm my nerves, then I wash off the room number and do one last check of my hair and makeup. I hope I got the timing right and I won’t have to wait long for him to complete the end of his work day (if he even bothered) and travel the 4 blocks to me.
I hear a soft knock on the hotel room door. Here we go… my heart is pounding, this has been what I’ve been waiting for all day, through the early morning airport stress and navigating a city I’ve never been in before. I tiptoe to the door but hesitate, saying a silent prayer that this is all worth it, that he will like the real me as much as the digital version, and check the peephole to be sure it’s him. It is alright, he’s standing there glancing around as if he’s expecting someone to jump out and tell him this is all a joke.
I turn the handle and open the heavy door. For the first time, our eyes are locked on one another. In person. My voice catches, he’s so damn good looking, even more so now that he’s right in front of me. His eyes, they’ve made me weak since the first photo he’s ever sent me. I’m lost in them for a split Sincan Escort second, before I remember where I am and manage a low toned “hey, you.”
It’s like a firework show explodes between us. In one step, he’s walked through the door to the room, and I’m stepping back so he doesn’t run me over, but he anticipates that move and grabs my waist, pulling me up and into his arms. With one foot, he makes sure the door to the room is firmly closed behind him, and while one hand is already tangled in my hair, his grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me close and kisses me, fierce and deep. It’s the kind of kiss every first meeting should have. I can feel his beard tickling my nose and cheeks, but only barely.
The kiss makes the room spin but also time stands still. I’m not even aware he’s lifted me up and back into the room until I feel the edge of the king size bed bump against the back of my legs. He lifted me out of my shoes, they’re across the room where we started. I lean back and lay across the bed, bringing him on top of me, and we continue making out that way, pressed into one another like we are snuggling on a too small couch instead of one of the softest beds in the most beautiful hotel in Toronto.
Something in my brain goes off, remembering my plan. The playlist I made for us is working it’s way through some of the best sexy songs of all time in the background, and I want nothing more than to stand up and slowly strip in front of him. Breaking our kiss, I lean back and look into his eyes. “Surprise, Daddy.” I whisper. A deep look of intense ownership crosses his face. I continue nervously: “I have a plan, I’m going to…”
“Oh no, you’re not.”
He interrupts me with a growl. “I don’t know what it is, and I’m sure knowing you it’s delicious and sexy and will drive me absolutely crazy, but this is my city. You showed up here….”
His lips dart back down to my neck, kissing and licking up to my jawline.
“Without warning…”
His hand slides between the opening of my dress, past the bra underneath, and comes to rest fully cupping me, pinching my nipple slightly.
“Knowing I have the long weekend off, with nowhere to be and no one expecting me anywhere…”
His kisses follow his hand into my dress, sliding the shoulders of the fabric away from me so he can taste my skin as much as possible. His other hand has slid up my thigh, and reaches around me to pull me closer to him. He slides it under the hem of my dress and keeps his mouth on my chest, making me moan slightly. Encouraged, he grabs my ass and pulls me right up against him. I can feel how hard he is through his pants already. I’m wriggling, trying to get my hands in the right position to slide one into his pants, when suddenly he stops and half sits up.
“What’s this?”
He looks down at me. “These aren’t the panties you showed me you were wearing this morning.”
I grin wickedly. “I know, Daddy, but I wore them on the plane and needed to refresh when I got here, I figured you’d want easy access…” my voice fades as he puts a finger to my lips.
“That’s not the rule, and you know it. If you want to take them off, you have to ask me first. You think you can just walk around the city in a gorgeous dress that screams out ‘Fuck Me’ and have no panties on at all?”
Daddy’s face slides into a sexy smile.
“You think you’re calling the shots now, my slut? Hmm?”
At the mention of my name, I gasp involuntarily. The way he says it, the way he owns me with just that word, I can feel myself completely giving in to him. This is exactly where I want to be, even if it’s not the proper way to get there.
Daddy smirks down at me, still cradling me in his arms with one hand cupping my breast. He noticed my reaction, alright.
He fakes a heavy sigh. “You know what happens to sluts who break the rules.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I whisper.
He Etlik Escort reluctantly detaches himself away from me, getting up off the bed. His back is to me now, so I can’t see his face. I don’t have to, I know what I have to do. I scoot off the bed so that I am standing at the foot of it, Daddy is on the side, still looking away from me. I bend forward and lean my elbows into the soft mattress, feeling the hem of my dress ride up as I bend over.
“Your slut needs to be spanked, because she broke the rules.” With that, I lean as far into the mattress as I can go while still keeping my feet on the ground. I turn my cheek towards him and Daddy glances over at me, coming to meet me at the foot of the bed. As he takes his place behind me, he lifts the skirt of my dress up around my waist. I hear his intake of breath as my naked ass is now on display, pointing right at him. He softly runs a hand across both of my ass cheeks, squeezing one as he lifts it. I hear him mutter “Fuck” under his breath. He’s as excited to touch me as much as I am to be touched. We’ve both waited for this for far too long.
I feel him grab a handful of my hair, pulling my head up sharply, as he presses his weight into my naked ass from behind. The hand not holding my hair is caressing my neck so softly, I can barely feel it. He’s so tantalizingly good at this, being rough with his slut while also loving me softly enough to make me crave him even more.
“How many hours has it been since you took off the panties, slut?” He whispers in my ear.
I do a quick guess at what time it is.
“About 5 hours, Daddy.”
“Seems fair that you should receive 5 spanks then, yes?”
“Yes, Daddy. Five”
He pushes back off me, releasing my hair. I feel myself missing his grip on me already. Hair pulling is so hot, knowing he can’t keep his hands off me in one way or another. I don’t have any time to think about it before his strong hand spanks my ass, hard. I flinch, but don’t make a sound. As soon as his hand has spanked me, he’s instantly soothing the skin on my ass by slowly caressing me with the same hand.
“Count, my slut.”
“That’s one, Daddy.”
His hand leaves my skin, and I know what’s coming. The second spank is just as hard as the first, but the caress that follows trails down my ass to the top of my leg this time.
“Two.” I know my part, to announce the numbers clearly and without crying out or asking him to be gentle.
Smack! The third spank seems harder, but also my pale skin is already sensitive to the punishment. I’m sure it’s bright red already.
“Three, Daddy.”
My voice is strong, especially in comparison to the soft touch of his hand as he rubs away the sting he caused. Is it my imagination, or did the tips of his fingers just so lightly graze by the edge of my pussy that sticks out when I’m bent over?
The fourth spank seems even harder than those before, I think Daddy is really enjoying being able to finally spank me in person. I wasn’t imagining it, he’s definitely caressing my pussy lips, but not going any further.
“Four.” My breath catches as I almost forget to count. I need him to keep touching me there. I need it so bad…
Smack!
The final spank hits me hard, and I almost cry out. Instantly relieved that I made it through my punishment, I don’t have to worry very long because both of Daddy’s hands are on my sensitive skin, gently rubbing where they caused such sharp pain only seconds before.
“Good girl. You did so well.”
The two words that address me causes my entire body to shiver. I didn’t realize how badly I was aching to hear them, I didn’t know how much of my purpose being here today was to be his good girl, how much I fucking crave hearing him say that in person, and how I will do anything to get him to say it again.
One of his hands gently slides between my legs, Çankaya Escort one finger entering my pussy, just lightly enough to make me want more, pushing back against him. He softly laughs to himself.
“So needy. So wet already, my good slut.”
I whimper slightly as he removes his finger from me. All of a sudden, I feel him press into my legs as he pushes his face between my ass cheeks to open my legs wider. His tongue slides up the entire length of my pussy from behind, and I moan in delight. I’ve fantasized about that tongue for so long, I had no idea it would feel so good, and so dirty for licking me from behind. I feel his face press into me, both of us breathing hard and heavy, as he tastes me.
With a sound that is half a moan and half a cry of conquest, he pulls away from me, grabs my dress and slides it up over my head, throwing it aside. He grabs my hips and spins me around, then pushes me back so I’m lying on the bed in front of him. I suddenly feel completely exposed, and the realization that he’s never really seen all of me naked at once causes me to freeze. I instantly slide my hands down to my lower stomach, my least favourite area of myself (thanks, prairie farm wife genetics, for cursing me with the body type that carries extra weight in the worst possible places).
He stops me with his voice, soft and pleading. “Let me look at you. All of you.”
It takes everything I have to move my hands to my upper thighs instead, letting my legs drop open so he can see, as he wishes, all of me. I can practically feel the heat of his gaze as it falls across every inch of my skin, down to my toes and back up again. His eyes stop on mine, and I feel myself go weak yet again when caught in his stare.
“You are so fucking sexy. And don’t you forget it.”
He pulls his shirt off with one swing of his arms.
“I absolutely cannot believe you’re here, lying in front of me, this beautiful dream come true, and you’re wet for me, wanting me.”
He has pulled open his jeans while talking, but I barely noticed. He’s got me completely captured with his eyes, and I know he means every word he says. He has stepped out of his jeans and underwear now, and I can see his gorgeous cock, hard and straining at how absolutely turned on he is.
He grabs my calf and pulls me to the edge of the bed, lining us up just right, but not entering me. He stops, smiles, and takes my hand.
“Take me. Make me fuck you, my slut. I want to look into your eyes as I make you mine, all mine.”
He slides my hand up to his rock hard dick, hot and smooth. I lift my hips and guide him right into me, both of us gasping as he fills me completely.
The firework show from earlier has nothing on the heat and passion we use to fuck each other. One of my hands is pinching my nipple, the other grasping at his hip as he slides in and out of me, both of us gasping at how fucking good this feels, how it was somehow torture waiting so long to meet and yet better than we ever thought it would be.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he’s now buried in me, frantically rocking back and forth as his length fills me, pushes away, then comes back harder and deeper. He pushes his knee down into the bed beside me, and somehow maintains fucking me as he kneels over me, bringing his face to mine to kiss me as his cock slides all the way in end stays there. He grabs at the hand that was on my nipple and my other hand follows instantly, meeting his above my head. He’s holding himself up on his hands, pressing mine into the bed, as we fuck harder and faster. We both cry out in furious joy, as I feel him pulse and cum inside me without warning, but we both knew it would happen anyway. Some things are best discussed in advance.
As he gasps, high on the bliss of emptying himself into me, he grips my wrist tight and I can feel the beads of our bracelet pressing their marks into my skin. He brings his mouth to mine, to kiss me, but instead gasps into my mouth the word that’s now pressed into my wrist, in a secret way no one really knows.
“Owned.”
I reply back, out of breath but aching for hours more of us, just like this, for as many days as I can get.
“Owned.” His lips fall to mine in a kiss, and we both know we mean it.