My First Dom Daddy Pt. 01

Prologue

I've wanted to share some of my stories for a while but never really found the place. Some of these stories are complete fantasy, what I'd tell prospective men. I'd use them to test the water, work out their kinks and seduce them. But the majority are real life experiences and some of my darkest secrets.

To 99.9% of the people that know me, I'm a sweet, butter wouldn't melt and potentially prudish female. I get coy discussing anything sexual and have never had a relationship with girlfriends where I felt comfortable revealing my personal fetishes, kinks and extremely high sex drive. I like to keep that between me and the guy I'm fucking.

Excitement lies at the point where it starts to click for the guy that I may not actually be what they had initially believed in the bedroom. It causes a stirring in the pit of my stomach, an ache between my thighs. I need them to want me. Getting them hot, turned on and hard with just a seductive look up, through my thick lashes. Them knowing that everyone else in the room sees me as this polite, prim and proper princess but to him I am his greedy little slut that will do anything to please Daddy.

So a bit about me, I'm in my 30s now and have come to be even more confident in my body than ever before. Olive skin, dark brown eyes with thick lashes. Long straight hair that trails down my back and then to the important things....delicious big tits that have been drawing attention since I was a teen and an even more tempting ass. The perfect shelf to spank and squeeze as you see fit.

May to September is when I'm at my most horniest. Something about the sun shining, I'm happy and horny. I love a summer dress. They're perfect for cinching my waist, showing off the best curves of my ass and pushing my perfect tits on a platter for everyone to enjoy. But always to a conservative length. Preferably to the knee and a button or two accidentally popped open by my heaving breasts. Bras are discretionary. The hotter it is the more you can get away with. But you need to leave them wanting more. A summer dress is the perfect item of clothing to be fucked in, especially if you don't have a lot of time. Wet panties pulled to the side. Hard nipples peaking over the top of the dress ready to be teased and sucked. And then within a few seconds you can be back to the demure lady everyone thinks you are. Aching nipples back constrained within the dress. And hot come trickling down your clenched thighs until you have time to clean yourself up.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my daddy diaries some of my adventures on the hunt for the perfect fuck. Like a drug addict forever chasing their first high. Don't be shy to leave a comment. I want to hear what you liked most. Did I make you hard/wet? Aching to fuck? Share the stories with your partner. I want everyone to enjoy.

Meeting Dom Daddy Danny

Danny was my first official Dom Daddy. We original met when I first graduated uni and went to work at one of his businesses. I was working for 6 months or so to save up money to go travelling. My role was secretary, receptionist and general dogs body. The sales warehouse where I worked was in my home city. Danny owned the business but only visited from London maybe once a month, so I didn't have much dealings with him. When he visited I'd make him coffee, get him lunch that sort of thing.

After about a month or so of working I started dipping into helping with sales. My basic job was pretty easy and I was always looking to fill my time, business was booming so all hands on deck seemed to be the overall view. Over my 6-7months with the company I won a lot of business but was definitely not getting compensated the same as the sales team, but to be honest I loved the job, it paid well compared to what my friends were getting and it was just filling a need for me to save money to travel. On my last week of work Danny visited and asked for a coffee to be bought up to the upstairs office of the warehouse. It was January and freezing in the upstairs offices that rarely got used, taking ages for the electric heaters to warm the place up. I took Danny his coffee: black no milk or sugar. I was wearing a roll neck navy sweater dress with knee high stiletto boots. My nipples were standing fully erect. Almost cutting holes into my knitwear. I placed the coffee down on the table. Danny could not keep his eyes off my bullet nipples. The dress hugged my full tits, hips and ass.

"I'm just nipping to the bank. Do you want me to grab you anything for lunch?" I politely offered.

"Nahh, all good. I'm not going to be here long. I just wanted to see you off." He leaned back causally in his chair. His eyes still glued to my chest.

"Ow, that's very kind of you. You didn't have to do that." I was surprised by this admission. We had barely spoken or seen each other really since I'd worked at the company.

"Gillian has said you've been a real god send and I wanted to show you my appreciation." He slides a thick envelope across the table.

Danny is in his late forties maybe early fifties, broad, very handsome, dark hair and features with salt and pepper greys. He's an Eastender, confident, charming and powerful. I'm not going to lie I had definitely fantasised about fucking him on a number of occasions. And I was enjoying the attention he was now giving me.

"Make sure you keep in touch when you get back. You'll have the time of your life." We swapped pleasantries. I told him about my planned route and he gave me some recommendations of certain places to visit.

"Hopefully that will help you enjoy yourself." He nodded toward the envelope on the table.

"Thank you so much. I'll leave you to it." I picked up the envelope and made my way out the room. Hoping my ass had drawn his stares just as much as my hard nipples.

The envelope contained two thousand pounds cash. A lovely bonus to put in my travel fund. I was ecstatic. That evening I celebrated by masturbating over Danny fucking me on the desk.

I spent 8 months travelling and had the time of my life. I had to be back in the UK to start my new graduate job in London in November. In early October I visited some rich uni friends, with plans to catch up and locate somewhere to live for while I worked in the city. On my first evening they took me out to an expensive club in Mayfair. I was wearing a knee length black silk halter dress with a cowel neck that displayed my ample tits perfectly. The dress was backless, seriously sexy and to be honest looked a lot like lingerie. I'd bought it in New York and not had chance to wear it yet. The reviews so far had been pretty good. As I checked my coat at the entrance to the club and followed my friends into the main hall, I felt a hand rest on the small of my back. I turned to see Danny all tall, dark and handsome. My nipples like glass from the cold October air entering the club. I had flash backs to January.

"That tan is impressive." He applauded, his attention once again drawn to my chest. And from his height I was pretty confident he could see straight down my top to my nipples that sat pretty much on display in this dress when my nipples were hard.

"Ow wow, what are you doing here?" I instinctively went in for a hug. A lot more informal than any of my other interactions with him. He gladly accepted sliding his hands down my back to my ample butt.

"Meeting some business associates. Would you and your friends want to join our table?" He offers.

"Sure sounds good." Knowing how much tables and bottles at a place like this cost, I almost bit his hand off. My friends might have been happy to pay but finding a willing male participant was always the preferred choice. He guided me through the club his hand gently pressed at the small of my back. My nipples staying hard under his touch. My pussy started to moisten. Maybe I could have my fantasy this evening?

We sat and chatted about my travels. Where I'd liked best, what places I would go back to and why I was visiting London. I drank probably more French vodka than what I would normally. l could feel my confidence building and my sexual desire bubbling over.

Danny hadn't taken his eyes off me all night and I couldn't help but notice his constant touch that was getting more suggestive. The small of my back, then stroking my upper arm with the back of his finger to stroking my thigh with his hand. Every stroke seemed to get closer to where I wanted him to go. Every touch felt more and more intense.

"That is some dress." He whispered in my ear.

"Do you like it?" I look up to his stare seductively with my best doe eyes, biting my lip and making my first move to lightly stroke his cock over his trousers just once.

"You like men looking at you, don't you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you like looking at me?" I purr, stroking my hand across his now bulging cock.

"Is this what you like? To be a cock tease?" he questioned with a smirk forming across his face.

"I don't want to tease at all daddy. I like to do exactly what I'm told." I lean so I'm centimetres from his lips. The sexual tension intense.

"You want to please daddy?" he challenges.

"Yes daddy, I want to do everything daddy tells me to do." I hunt at him with an introduction to my kink.

"Are you an obedient slut?" His tone now more authoritative.

"Yes daddy, acts of service turn me on. I want to be an obedient little slut for you." I try to make it clear I want him to dominate and control me.

"If I told you to go to the toilet, finger your pussy until you came and then come back for me to suck your fingers dry, would you do it?" He tests my cooperation.

"If daddy told me to, I'd finger my pussy right here and let you taste it." My pussy fully slick at this point. I continue my assault of his cock through his trousers.

"Filthy little whore." He growled into my ear.

Just then a Russian man approached the table. Pulling Danny away for a meeting. He said he could be a while but would like to see me again tomorrow for lunch. He took my number and said he would text later.

"Enjoy the table and you and your friends order what you want on my tab." He apologised for his unexpected departure and left the table with my pussy aching to be filled. I woke to have received a text at 4am: Meet me at the Coburg Bar at The Connaught at 1pm. Wear the same dress. I didn't get to enjoy it enough last night. Danny.

The Connaught is a 5 star hotel in Mayfair a favourite of Royalty and the Nouveau riche. I assumed we would spend little time in the bar and I would very quickly have what I'd been fantasising about for the last year. I let myself spend the morning running through the potential sexual scenarios, teasing my pussy with my fingers to an explosive orgasm. I couldn't wait to see what was to come. I finally showered and dressed. The dress feeling far more inappropriate as I entered the hotel foyer to locate the bar. Thankfully well covered in a knee length winter coat with a belt cinched at the waist. As I approached the bar's hostess table I spotted Danny already seated. A surge of confidence and sexual desire ran through me and I now couldn't care any less of what other people thought. Just that I wanted Danny to crave every part of me. When the hostess offered to take my coat, I gladly complied. Danny had just spotted my arrival and watched as I slipped the coat down my tanned arms. My nipples once again tightened under his stare. I swayed across the room to where he was seated.

"You should never take that dress off." He whispered in my ear as he stood to kiss my cheek and greet me. His touch making my skin fizz.

"I hope to not be wearing it very soon." I raise an eyebrow, suggesting my willingness for the afternoon.

As I sit, a waiter comes to pour me some wine that Danny seems to have already ordered.

"Are you ready to go through to your table Monsieur?" The waiter asks Danny in a French accent.

"Yes, sounds good." Danny clears his throat as he answers and stands. I can see that his cock is already semi erect. I can't lie, I was disappointed that it seemed we would be going to the restaurant. The only thing I was hungry for was his thick hard cock. But I obviously obediently complied.

The waiter leads us to a private room, topped up and set down our wine while Danny pulls out my seat.

"Your food will be with you shortly." the French waiter slightly nods as he leaves the table.

"You already ordered?" I question as I take my seat and Danny pushes in my chair.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have in store for you. You said you enjoy being controlled, correct?" Danny very bluntly explained still stood behind my chair. He trailed a hand up my arm. My skin coming alive with goosebumps, my breathing heightened with his puzzling statement. What was about to happen? My pussy pulsed with the potential implications.

Danny's hand was then tugging at the string of my halter neck dress. I then felt as the silk material slid down my breasts exposing my hard nipples. My ample breasts sat pert and to attention, my chest heaving with my exaggerated breathing. The unexpected undressing was probably one of the most erotic things that had happened to me. Although we were in a private room, the potential for someone to just walk in at any moment was petrifying and exhilarating.

"Good girl. Is your pussy excited because you're showing off for me?" Danny praised as he went to sit in his chair.

"Is this what daddy wants? You like me teasing you with my tits?" Understanding his game and challenge gave me the opportunity to regain my confidence. He wanted to see how I would comply. Would I enjoy his perverted games. I knew the waiter would be back shortly with our food. I felt that this would somehow be a test.

"I think you enjoy men lusting after you. Going home at night and wanking themselves off. Thinking about your juicy tits bouncing in their face if you fucked them." He seems to be enjoying this. He likes the thought of men perving over me but even more that he'll be able to actually do what he likes to me. I've pretty much already offered myself up as his obedient little slut.

"Is that what daddy thought about while he was wanking over me?" I tease back. Eager to hear what turns him on about me.

"Daddy's thought about much worse than that." He erotically threatens. I'm worried my pussy juices are soaking through my dress. I opted for no underwear but that may have been a mistake in a silk dress and with a very reactive pussy.

The waiter comes in with two plates of food. His pupils dilate as he sees what's in front of him but he does very well to hold it together and not react. He places a plate of risotto in front of me and a steak in front of Danny.

"Bon appetite." He offers, before attempting his getaway.

"Excuse me." Danny calls the waiter back.

"I only want you to look after us this afternoon. No other employees. Do you understand?" He holds up what looks like a folded £50 between his figures.

"Oui." The waiter replies taking the money.

"Discretion and I'll make sure you're looked after again when we leave." Danny sets out his terms.

"Of course." The waiter does his slight nod and leaves again. Not before taking another quick glance at my assets on display. I intentionally tried to not react to the waiters entrance. I could tell Danny enjoyed showing me off. I was his possession to flaunt, to control. And my pussy was begging to be used.

We ate our food as if we were on a normal date. Normal chit chat and getting to know each other. The only difference was that my breasts were fully exposed and kept distracting him from the conversation, which I couldn't help but enjoy. I was sat under the air conditioning vent. The cool air running across my nipples continuing to ensure their bullet like status. The waiter visited while we ate our food. Topping up our wine. Checking on our meals and of course getting another sneaky look before leaving us again.

As we finished our food the atmosphere was building. We both knew there was more to come.

"Are you enjoying showing off for me?" Danny's eyes darkened seductively as we again started our verbal foreplay.

"I enjoy pleasing daddy." I purred back.

"Well I've enjoyed my lunchtime view. Are you enjoying being told what to do? What to wear? What to eat?" He questions.

"I like being an obedient slut for daddy you mean?" I want him to understand what I want and what turns me on.

"How much of an obedient little slut are you willing to be?" He tests.

"I want daddy to use me as his own personal slut toy. I want daddy to have full control of me and my pussy." I plead, my pussy aching to be touched.

"Stand up." Daddy demands pushing back his chair and turning to the side slightly so I can stand directly across from him and he can have the perfect view. I can see his cock throbbing in his trousers.

I do as he says but still keeping the length of the table away from him.

"Take off your dress." He demands without any change in tone. I slide the dress which is already sat on my hips down to my thighs and let it go as it falls to the floor. Stepping out of the dress in my black strappy stiletto heels.

"Good girl. You are an obedient little slut."

"Thank you daddy." I purr in my best submissive doe voice.

"And you've got a perfect shaved pussy for daddy."

"Yes daddy. And it's so wet for you."

"Mmmmm, I bet you want to touch it don't you?"

"Yes daddy. I want you to watch me come."

"Do you want the waiter to watch you come?"

"If that's what daddy wants?"

"Good obedient little slut."

"Mmmmm thank you daddy."

"Get on your knees slut."

"Yes daddy." I lower to my knees. Obediently awaiting my next instruction.

"Crawl to me." He demands. I seductively crawl the two to three paces between us then sitting on my knees, ass on my heels, awaiting further instruction.

"Open your legs. Show me that shaved little pussy I've been thinking about fucking all year." He rearranged his cock in his trousers. The constraint obviously getting too much.

"Like this daddy?" I spread my knees displaying my glistening pussy.

"Show me that pink little cunt hole I'm going to fuck." He growls the instruction. He starts to unbutton his fly.

"This tight little hole daddy, that's going to feel so good wrapped around your big thick cock? Mmmmmmm" I spread my lips for him with both hands and slip a middle finger tip into my pussy moaning at my own touch.

"Does that feel good little slut?"

"Yes daddy."

"Show daddy two fingers in that tight little hole." He continues dealing out his instructions as he now strokes his throbbing cock.

"Like this daddy? Mmmmmmmm." I moan.

"Three fingers now little slut."

"Yes daddy." I sigh appreciatively as I slowly slide 3 fingers in and out of my creamy wet cunt.

"My obedient little slut is dripping wet for daddy."

"Yes daddy."

"I bet my dirty little slut wants to fuck her tight little pussy with four fingers, doesn't she?"

"Yes please daddy."

"Show me. Let daddy watch his slut come."

"Thank you daddy." My tight creamy pussy accepts my four fingers as they slide into my tight hole. As my fingers get coated in my pussy juices I increase the speed and intensity of the strokes inside my pussy. Getting the attention that my pussy has craved for the last hour at least I allow my body to work against the strokes. Grinding my pussy on my hand. I don't lose eye contact with Danny as he continues to stroke his cock and lick his delicious lips.

"That's it, good girl. Show daddy what a dirty little slut you are." He praises.

As my orgasm builds I start to tease and pull at my left nipple with my free hand. Having Danny watch me in such a public setting was erotic in itself. As I continued my private show for daddy I was aware the waiter had reappeared to clear our plates. Rather than be embarrassed it spurred on my performance. Knowing that daddy was probably turned on by sharing his obedient slut's show. Even if only for a minute. The taboo nature of the situation pushed my orgasm further and my body exploded into euphoria.