Being His Baby Girl Pt. 01

This story graphically depicts fingering, clitoral stimulation, and oral sex. This is part one in a three-part series; if you're looking for more sex and less story, check out part two and three. There will probably be grammar, punctuation, storyline mistake -- this is my first story, and I'm working out the kinks (pun intended). All characters, storylines and acts are consensual, 18+ and completely fictional. Any resemblance of the characters to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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At the ripe age of 25, I thought I knew everything about love, sex and happiness -- and figured I'd had my fill of each.

I met my ex-fiancé when we were eighteen, and we had been each other's first for everything. Sex had never been an issue for us either; we knew how to make each other cum, and he knew I liked to fuck as often as possible.

That's also how I knew it was ending before it actually did; my ex stopped wanting to fuck as much, and I accepted that my peak for good sex was over.

Then I met him, and everything changed.

It was a shitty January night, and I was on another date with a girl I'd been hitting it off with. My ex and I had just broken up over Christmas, and I was determined to use my newfound freedom to explore my bisexuality.

I was definitely leaning hard into being more into girls too; after ten years waiting for my boy to grow into a man, I was done with all-things male. I was ready for titties in my face and my pussy buried in hers.

And I was already learning that I was most girl's type, thank god. I was five-six with dark brown hair that covered my small-but-still-a-handful boobs, and had a thin waist that curved into a very thick ass.

Needless to say, I was feeling really good about this second date. Sarah, the cute girl that'd hit me up on Tinder a week before, had suggested we try out pool night at one of the breweries. And although she showed up with another friend, I was a couple beers deep and feeling good about the connection we had.

An hour in, when we'd both only played a few rounds and found out neither were very good, she had to leave suddenly. The friend she'd brought had to get going, so I gave her a kiss and said goodbye.

At that point, I already had a buzz and decided to stick around. Scanning the remainder of the people here for pool night, my eyes landed on the man I had immediately noticed -- and then tried to stop noticing -- when I had first walked in.

Clean-shaven with a jawline that could cut glass, this man was dressed in typical BC-wear of an oversized hoodie, big 'n' baggie jeans and a toque that sat just above his glassy eyes.

I had walked by him earlier and been hit with a waft of weed, which had immediately made me like him. He clearly had good taste... But could he hold a conversation?

Pool night, I had realized, was the perfect place to make friends. And the beer had made me bold enough to wait for him to be on his own before going over and asking him to play against me.

Besides some light teasing, we didn't talk as we both took our turns around the pool table. I was too focused on not looking like a total idiot while I played, and when he played, I was completely mesmerized by his long fingers wrapping around the cue. They were so strong... I couldn't stop myself from imagining them playing with my clit, or even better, thrusting inside me.

He won the game, quietly smiling and thanking me. His reserved demeanor was intriguing though; my ex had always been the loudest in the room.

"So, do you come here often?" I hated how I sounded, but I could see him starting to fade back into the crowd and I didn't want to lose him yet.

"Yeah, every Tuesday." His voice was so quiet that I had to strain to hear it. "I come with some friends from work."

"Where do you work?"

"I'm a nurse in the operating room," still not meeting my eyes, I could tell I was losing my touch. He didn't appear the most interested, whereas I was more intrigued than ever.

A nurse? He must be really good with his hands... Not to mention, caring. And how old was this guy? He looked like he could be younger than me.

"How old are you?" I tried not to look more invested than him.

"28."

I swear my pussy throbbed then. My ex had been just two weeks older than me, and the difference in maturity was ultimately what broke us up. But three years was a good age range, and his quiet confidence was oozing a sex appeal that was quickly turning my head.

I realized then that I liked him. But that realization scared the shit out of me. I had no plans to like, let alone be attracted, to a guy again. Might as well throw this one, I thought -- and decided to do it the only way I knew how... Being myself.

"So, what do you think happens after we die?" I'd always been a lover of deep, existential thoughts (another thing my ex and I did not have in common) and wished we lived in a world where this was more of a norm than small talk. I figured then too that if I never saw this guy again, I may as well drop my latest theory on the afterlife.

"I think we're stripped to our very essence and join the natural energies in way of these 'soul huddles', where we basically hang out with other souls that are on the same wavelength until we're sent back to Earth," this was one of my favourite thoughts to explore and I knew the smile on my face was giving that away.

I glanced over at him, expecting more disinterested body language, but his eyes were almost as wide as the smile on his face.

And that's when I learned two things that changed the rest of the night -- and looking back, the course of my life: this man was interested in the same mysteries of the universe that I was too, and that he had the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.

We spent the rest of pool night talking, and eventually teasing each other (I admitted that I loved how he smelt like weed and he was quick to compliment me on my tattoos). It felt different and easier than I'd been used too.

"Can I get your number?" He asked as the night began to wind down. His question threw me; I wasn't expecting him to want to see me again. Even more surprising, I wasn't expecting to want to see him again either.

"Fine, but I should let you know that I'm pretty into girls right now. I just got out of a long-term relationship and I'm not looking for anything," I warned him as I typed my name into his phone.

He waited until he had his phone back before piercing me with those hazy blue eyes and saying with a lazy smile, 'I'm not looking for anything serious either... And I'm not worried, I'm used to turning gay girls straight."

The pulsing in my pussy turned into a gush then, and I realized he might be a real threat to my 'no-sex' rule. Time to get out of here.

I made an excuse and gave him a hug goodbye, wondering if I'd let myself see him again if he did ask. He made my body feel alive in a way that I wasn't totally comfortable with; it felt like a warning, but was I going to listen?

Getting home an hour later, I crawled into bed and checked to see if he'd texted. He had.

"Jessie."

I didn't realize I hadn't gotten his name until now. And of fucking course, it was my dad's name.

Maybe time to explore your daddy fetish? My inner demon whispered to me, and I pushed it away as I dragged my fingers across my tingling clit. I needed a release, and needed to push this mysterious man out of my head.

Clearly, though, no amount of masturbating could quench the thirst I'd felt since that night because less than a week later, he texted asking to see me the next day.

I texted back yes... And wondered what I had gotten myself into.

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I met Jessie the next night, at a famous pizza place in town, and found myself wondering the whole time if this was a date or not. He looked hot in a baseball cap pulled low over those fucking eyes, and a button up that hung over another pair of loose pants. He exuded 'fuck me' energy, but his voice was so soft and our conversation so filling that my body was just as confused as my brain by the end of the night.

He didn't kiss me goodnight or anything, just asked when to see me again. We made plans for that weekend but we texted almost daily until then.

Jessie picked me up from my place that Saturday morning and took me on his favourite hiking trail. We talked the whole time, but I only saw a glimpse of the dangerous side of this man when I joked that he could be a serial killer about to attack.

"Yeah, I guess I can't deny it -- because that's what serial killers would do," He laughed darkly, a sound I hadn't heard before, and it sent shivers through me. There was more to this soft-spoken man than he let on... But would I get to see it?

Do you want to see it? I'd still been texting Sarah since Jessie and I's first date, but he'd been sneaking into my dreams and sexual fantasies ever since. Being with a new guy after ten years with my old one scared the shit out of me, but I was more horny than ever... And something about Jessie made me feel like the sex would be better than I could imagine.

We finally made it to the waterfall at the end of the trail, and Jessie got busy setting up the hammock while I checked out the area. Really, I'm trying to get a break from the constant stream of dirty thoughts that have been mounting since I heard that laugh.

"Hammock's ready," His voice echoed against the rocks, sending a shiver through me. Did his voice get deeper, or am I imagining all this sexual tension?

"Coming," I trudged back over to Jessie, ignoring the fire building between my thighs. We had barely touched, just a hug here and there, and now we were going to be crammed next to each... Be good, Mia.

Jessie was silently as he held the side of the hammock down for me to climb in. It was still an awkward half-fall, and we ended up being shoulder-to-shoulder.

Neither of us said anything as Jessie pulled out a joint and lit it up. I tried not to watch as Jessie's lips sucked the tip of it, tried not to picture my pussy in his mouth.

We passed it back and forth until it burned out. By then, I felt like I could jump out of my skin if I couldn't get closer to him.

"Is this okay?" he whispered after another moment of us staring at the waterfall in silence.

"Yes."

"And this?" I felt his body shift and suddenly, his arm was around me.

"Yes." More than okay.

"Do you like being this close to me, Mia?" He was close enough that I could feel his breath on my hair. My skin felt like the end of a bundle of live wires... Was he feeling this electricity that I was?

I looked up to meet his eyes, thrills shooting through me as his slowly dropped to my lips.

"Yes."

Jessie's eyes pierced mine again, and the look of want must have mirrored mine perfectly because he leaned in.

Then, his lips softly brushing mine, he whispered again: "Can I kiss you?"

My heart could have exploded then, his words and touch so gentle that I just leaned in the last inch and pressed my lips against his.

Let's recap here: I thought I liked kissing girls. And I do, I swear.

But kissing this boy, having his mouth open wide to mine as our tongues danced together, was a searing reminder of why I fucking love men.

His free arm slid under my thighs and lifted my legs onto his, so I was almost on top of him as we made out. And fuck, was it ever a good make out... The arm around me had slid to the back of my neck, and his teeth kept gently but firmly catching my lip -- making me gasp every time.

Can he feel how wet I am? The leggings I was wearing were too thin for the hike and to stop the pent-up dampness that was quickly gathering. I wish I could feel how hard he was.

Jessie tugged at my right leg and started pulling me on top of him with the hand on my neck, and as if he'd told me exactly what he wanted, I felt my body move out to straddle him. We were thinking the same, moving as one already.

I don't think I could stop now, even if I wanted too. I'd never felt so desperate for someone's body.

"Is this okay?" I paused as he pulled away, just inches from lowering myself completely onto his lap. "If we're moving too fast..."

"I don't know if we're moving too fast," I said honestly, my eyes meeting his once more. They were open and searching mine, and I wondered what he saw. "But I do know that I've been really fucking sad for really fucking long. And right now, it feels really good to be happy."

"Yeah," Jessie's smile sparkled. "It really does."

"Sooooo," I leaned in and slowly began nibbling on his ear, the nerves in my pussy lighting up as he moaned softly. "No need to keep checking in on me. I like everything you're doing."

"Oh baby, you haven't seen everything I can do yet."

His hand on my neck tugged my mouth back to his, and his lips crashed into mine with urgency as I started grinding against his hips.

The hammock rocked slightly, but neither one of us stopped. My pussy rubbed on something hard and thick in his jeans, getting a little wetter with every movement.

Jessie readjusted himself (again, a difficult thing to do in a hammock) underneath me at the end of my next grind, and when I came back down to press my pussy against his dick, I felt his hard tip push deliciously against my clit.

"Fuck," I couldn't help but swear at how good his dick felt against my sensitive slit. He must've felt the same, because his kisses became deeper and more passionate as he took over the rhythm.

"Does that feel good, baby girl?" My eyes almost rolled back in my head at the combination of his lazy drawl and the intense surges that the solid member under his thick jeans were sending through my pussy. "Do you like riding me like that?"

I moaned loudly, unable to think of anything other than how this man is going to make me cum all over him if he doesn't stop grinding that thick cock outline against my clit.

My breathing increased, and when my eyes flitted open for a second, they landed on his piercing blue ones. They stared at me intently, so focused on me, that I felt the unmistakable tingles creeping up my toes.

"Jessie," I panted, the hammock rocking madly as we thrust against each other. He must have seen the vulnerability in my eyes, the look of pleasure that was taking over, because he caught my ear between his lips as my head began dropping back.

"I'm not going to stop until you cum for me," The hardness in his voice threw me over the edge, and my clit pulsed with pleasure as one of the most intense orgasms of my life ripped through me.

"Jessie!" I cried as he continued thrusting, making me cum again and again against the thick dick in his jeans.

"Call me daddy," He commanded, the hand on my leg now thrust down the front of my leggings. He fingered my clit before slipping into my sopping wet pussy, and I jolted hard against him as more nerves shot through me. "Fuck baby girl, you're so wet for me."

"So wet for daddy," I sighed, the words coming out before I had a chance to think. My eyes snapped open, wondering if I'd made it weird, but his eyes were shut in pleasure and his head leaning back against the hammock as he stroked me.

"So fucking wet," The look on his face pushed me over the edge again, and this time my vagina seized as I came hard around his fingers.

I could barely think straight, I was so overcome with want. Part of me knew this was crazy -- to be riding this person's fingers like I didn't just meet him a week ago -- but none of that mattered right now.

I slumped against Jessie, trying to catch my breath. He slowly pulled out his fingers and I watched as his eyes searched mine hungrily.

Suddenly, I wanted to see what those eyes looked like when they were looking down lazily at me as I sucked his cock. Holy fuck, you're not seriously going to --

"Can I suck your dick?" I swear I felt Jessie pulse hard against me.

"Fuck yeah..." Jessie said, his cum-covered fingers wrapping around the back of my head. "If you're sure?"

"Fuck yeah."

I slid off his lap and stood up against the hammock, leaning forward as my hands pressed down around him. Jessie never stopped staring at me, his blue eyes darkening as I swept my hair up in a ponytail.

He undid his jeans button and the zipper, his boxers bulging massively. I crouched so I was eye-level, my hands gripping his thighs hungrily.

Silently, Jessie pulled his boxers down. The biggest cock I'd ever seen sprung out, head swollen and dripping the yummiest-looking pre-cum. '

His fingers buried deeper in my hair and pushed me gently towards his cock. It was all the encouragement I needed.

Looking up at him, I dragged my tongue delicately across the tip of his dick. Jessie twitched hard, and I felt his goosebumps under my fingers.

As I thought, his pre-cum was the perfect balance of salty and sweet.

I switched between licking, sucking and gently biting the tender skin around his dick and balls. Jessie was breathing heavily now, his fingers clutching me tighter with every movement.

Finally, I took Jessie's balls in my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. I stared up at him, feeling my pussy get wet as Jessie's eyes clouded with pleasure.

"Suck me, baby girl," His hand pulled my mouth off his balls and onto his dick, and we both moaned as his dick hit the back of my throat.

"Oh fuck," Jessie swore loudly as I swirled my tongue around his tip, bobbing up and down hungrily. "Mia, that feels so fucking good."

I wrapped one of my hands around the bottom of his dick as the other slid down my pants. My clit was swollen again and buzzing with arousal -- sucking dick had always drove me crazy.

The daddy/baby girly fantasy's clearly working too, I thought as Jessie began humping against my mouth. His grunts were getting louder, and I could feel his dick hardening even more.

I kept sucking hungrily, in rhythm with his thrusts that were starting to get faster. His breath was getting ragged and heavy, and I pressed harder on my clit.

"You look so hot when you're sucking me, baby girl." Jessie said, pulling my hair and head back so his dick popped out of my mouth. Pre-cum splashed gently against my face and his chest.

"it feels okay?" I whispered, my hand sliding up and down his dripping shaft as I licked his tip teasingly. His laugh was low and throaty, and I felt the vibration in my increasingly wet pussy.

"You have no idea, Mia," Both of Jessie's hands tangled themselves in my hair, his dick rubbing more and more juice against my lips. "No idea how badly you make me want to cum in your beautiful mouth."

His dirty talk lit the tingle in my toes again, and I stared at him desperately as I began sucking his cock faster. I knew Jessie could tell what that meant for my body.

"Oh shit, you're going to cum again, aren't you baby girl..." I moaned against his cock as the fire between my legs started building.

Jessie grunted and began clutching my head harder, pushing my head deeper onto his dick.

If sucking cock drove me crazy, getting face-fucked sent me flying over the edge.

My pussy exploded as I choked on Jessie's thick cock, and I felt him take over as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

"Fuck, baby girl," Jessie groaned, and I felt his balls tighten in my hand. He began slamming his dick tip hard against the back of my throat. His breathing grew heavy and his cock started twitching. "You're gonna make me--"

His words turned into a low moan as I felt his dick explode deep into my throat. I sucked and swallowed him as my fingers fucked my pussy through another orgasm.

"Take daddy's cum, baby girl," Jessie grunted out as I sucked him dry in time to his humping. "Fuck, just like that."

His dick slowly stopped pumping out cum, and I gently licked him clean as I swallowed the last of his tasty jizz. I could feel Jessie still panting slightly, his gaze more intense than ever.