Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2017 00:00:00 +0000
From: Dom N. Ation (email@example.com)
Subject: The Adventures of Dom: Chapter 8, Daddy D, Part 1
The following story is true. All the events described really happened to me, but the names have obviously been changed. If you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it, shoot me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org and let me know what you think.
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This story is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest: I take the role of the sub rather than the Dom.
I first met Daddy D on, what else, a “dating” app, late one Monday night. I was just leaving the apartment of a pup I owned at the time, after a nice long session of face and ass fucking. I was waiting on my Lyft when I saw I had a message a faceless profile. Normally that’s enough for me to not even bother with a response, but there was something about this guy. He thought my profile was interesting (it is) and complimented me on it.
We chatted about my pups and how my evening had gone, which is a story for another time. The conversation kept going and we talked about our turn ons, past relationships, and sexual prowess. The conversation went deeper and was better than I could have anticipated - before I knew it my Lyft driver was dropping me off. It was late, so we agreed to chat more tomorrow, and I headed to bed.
Our conversation picked up the next day as if it had never ended. We determined pretty quickly that we would like to get together that night. He would come over to my place when he was free that night, and I would sneak him in. I had roommates at the time, so it was just a matter of not waking anyone up. When he arrived, I went out to meet him – for the first time in person.
He was just as hot as he was in his pictures. I’m pretty sure I started calling him Daddy in my mind at that exact moment, even if I wasn’t saying it out loud just yet.
“Hi, daddy.” Whoops. Guess I’m locked in now.
“Hi, cubby.” He smiled back at me, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me.
He tasted good. We stayed there in his car for a while, just chatting and getting to know each other better. Eventually, he pulled out a blunt and we split it, passing it back and forth. After we were nice a stoned, he kissed me again, and we spent the next 15 minutes in his car, smoking, chatting, and making out. I felt like a teenager again.
We were both more than ready to get inside and into my room. Sneaking in, I quietly opening the door and lead Daddy D up the stairs. As soon as my door is closed, the clothes start coming off. Our make-out session resumes on my bed, both of us clad in just our underwear. He was in pair of briefs and I was wearing a particularly slutty red jock; I wanted to highlight certain assets. I already knew I wasn’t going to get fucked that night, we had already talked about that. But looking back, if he had asked, I would have been on my back for him in a heartbeat.
Daddy’s hand found its way to my ass. Grabbing, squeezing, teasing my hole – all stuff out of my own playbook. He knew what he was doing. I could feel his hard dick pressed up against me as we continued to kiss. It was nice. Not as long as mine, but thick all throughout. I knew I’d be feeling that stretch me open eventually. Was even looking forward to it. And I’ve never looked forward to bottoming… ever.
Daddy maneuvered himself so that he’s on top of me and started biting and sucking on my neck and ears. Hard enough to leave marks. Then he worked his way down to my chest and stomach, until he eventually reached my jock-clad cock. He played with it through the fabric, first with his hands, then his mouth. As he sucked me through the jock, he snaked another hand down, under my thigh. Then, he threw my legs over my head and dove, face first, into my ass.
I LOVE when I am rimmed, but it’s pretty rare to have happen as a lot of bottoms seem to want to avoid my ass area in general. Which I appreciate. Try and get so much as a finger in me without talking first and we will have a serious problem.
But if Daddy kept on eating me out like this, shit, I might let him try to fist me one day. He was rimming me like a starving man at a Chinese buffet. He had me whimpering and moaning like a bitch. THEN he pulled my cock out of the jock. Going between the two, sucking my cock all the way down his throat before tongue fucking me to hell and back, and repeating.
He lowered my legs and moved back up my body so we could resume kissing. Then he centered himself on the bed.
“Your turn, cubby,” he told me.
“Yes sir, daddy” I responded obediently. Taking his lead, I started with his ears and neck. Slowly kissing my way down his body, I spent a little more time on his chest than he did mine. He’s got a sexy patch of chest fur I couldn't help but nuzzle my face into, and he likes his nipples played with a little, and I was happy to oblige. I could smell the musk from his pits, and couldn't help but dive in. Fuck, he smelled and tasted so good. Eventually I manage to tear myself away, and moved further down, kissing over his belly and the top of his groin, looking for my target.
Fuck, that’s a nice dick. I wasted no time in getting it in my mouth, sucking on the head before taking it all the way down to his balls. It was stretching the fuck out of my throat and making my eyes water, but I didn’t care. Everything about him was driving me crazy. All I could think about was wanting to please my daddy.
I started bobbing up and down, each time trying to take as much of his cock in as possible. I was gagging and sputtering, but the noises of pleasure and encouragement coming from him kept me going. I lifted off every now and then to catch my breath and my face must have been a sloppy mess. I would not say I am particularly skilled at sucking cock. Not normally my cup o’ tea. But I felt his hand running through my hair and I just wrapped an arm around his thigh and kept at it.
Once he’d had enough, Daddy pulled my head up from his cock and flipped onto his stomach. I had talked up my rimming prowess and I wanted to do as good a job to him as he did me. I spread his ass with my hands and gave a nice slow lick across his hole, before tonguing him deeply. He had his hand on my head again and I could hear him moaning into a pillow, so I think I was doing a pretty good job. I just wanted to make him feel good.
Before we agreed to meet up, I told daddy that while I was really feeling everything he was offering, I didn’t think I’d be up for getting fucked by him just yet. I rarely bottom and it’s never been a honestly just never been a thing that feels enjoyable to me. His response was that he was still planning on us fucking, just that I wouldn’t be the one on bottom.
Judging from the way he was pushing back into my face, he had no such hang ups about having his ass played with. I started teasing his hole with fingers, knowing I’d need to prep him a little before any topping happened.
The entire time I was playing with his ass, not once did I feel like the top. Something about his demeanor, like his attitude towarss bottoming, he just had all this confidence. He could be on his back with his legs up getting fucked by the biggest, baddest, dude and I bet that dude would still be compelled to call him “daddy” - same as me. I had two fingers stretching him open while still teasing him with my tongue when he said he was ready and moved onto his back.
I lubed up my cock and lifted his legs onto my shoulders, pressing into his prepped hole nice and easy. For the first 20 minutes, it was a split between me sitting on my knees upright and really pounding into him roughly, and being bent over him, kissing and grinding against each other slowly. Then I was fucking him on his stomach, kissing and licking at his ears and neck, thanking Daddy for letting me top him. Then I had him on all fours, with him pushing back to meet every thrust. I had just met the man, am dick-deep in him, and had never felt more owned by a daddy in my life. I was lucky I lasted this long – I shot my load in his ass, my fingers gripping so tightly on his hips that I’d be surprised if I didn’t leave a bruise.
It took a solid ten minutes to recover. Just lying there, snuggly and sweaty, content to just cuddle and kiss. Slowly, the kisses started to deepen, and then daddy started playing with my cock, waking it back up. He moved down to suck my cock again, this time taking his time and throating me slowly. It was not much longer before I was ready to fuck again. We went straight to doggy this time, eventually switching to a standing position with him bent over the bed. In the middle of this, he flipped around and sucked my cock back down to the root, before going to town on my balls. The fucking continued, with the occasional break for some oral.
“Fuck me harder,” he growled at me. “Come on, pound my ass, boy!” his thrusts back becoming more and more powerful, him the one doing most of the fucking. “Use that hole boy!” he continued.
Holy fuck, I’ve been with my fair share of power bottoms, but I have never been with someone SO dominant. I would happily wear this man’s collar any day of the week.
I don’t need to tell you this, but I didn’t last much longer. I unloaded in his ass one more time, deep as I can go, and we collapse on the bed together. I look at the clock. It’s been 3 hours since I first snuck him into my room. We had been fucking, and sucking, and everything else for 3 fucking hours. I have never in my life felt so sated. We go back to cuddling and I take the time to memorize the feel of his arms around me and the taste of the sweat on his skin.
We both knew he had to go soon. I don’t think either of us quite wanted him to, but that’s life. We got dressed and I sneak him back out, stealing a few more kisses before he got into his car and drove away. I walked back into the house feeling so content. Well fucked, even. I didn’t even want to shower, wanted to keep his scent on me for as long as I possibly could. I climbed back into bed, my entire room still smelling so much of sex and him.
I can’t WAIT for round 2.
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