I’ve been talking with a man on Lush for a little bit now and our chats have inspired this story. To keep his identity a secret, I’ll just call him Daddy. He’s actually a few years older than my dad and his youngest child is older than me, both facts that turn me on. We live about thirty minutes away from each other, but he’s married and he’s such a good guy that he won’t allow himself to cheat on his wife.
All that aside, we have talked a little bit about possibly meeting in person. Just doing something fun and casual because despite everything, we think alike and have a real connection beyond just the sexual tension. We’ve talked about going out for coffee or shopping, but when Daddy told me that he goes to strip clubs when he’s away on business and has even jerked off in front of a stripper before, I got an idea. And with that, our kinky story begins.
It was a chilly, foggy Wednesday morning in January. I pulled into the parking lot at the Mariott twenty minutes later than I said I’d be there. Stupid traffic. I walked into the lobby in my hoodie and jeans, nothing too erotic looking. That wasn’t the point of today. Daddy was waiting for me in a business suit. We chose this day because he had a meeting in my town and he had a few hours to kill. It was surreal finally seeing him in person after talking for so long on Lush. I went in for a hug but he stopped me, looking around to make sure nobody he knew was around. He extended a hand to shake mine.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He was so formal, I was taken aback. Maybe a hug was too much? After all, he agreed to meet under specific terms which included no touching and no kissing. I put my hand in his big, warm, somewhat rough palm and shook back. His grip was firm.
“I can’t believe we’re finally meeting,” I said. I locked onto his eyes and took him in. Daddy was in his mid-fifties, bald but with a grey goatee that was incredibly sexy. He was taller than me, another big turn on. I followed him to the elevator and we stepped inside. As the doors closed, I wanted nothing more than to mount him and share our first kiss, but that couldn’t happen. He made that very clear. He cleared his throat.
“Prove that you’re nineteen,” he told me. I reached into my purse and pulled out my driver’s license so he could see my date of birth. “Okay, and are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” I replied. The tension was so thick and I was borderline desperate to make this online romance feel more real. We got out of the elevator and he lead me to a room. It was nothing special, but we didn’t need much. I looked around at the queen bed, a desk with a rolling chair, and dresser. I walked over to the desk and grabbed the chair, sliding it to the edge of the bed.
“You sit here,” I told Daddy. He walked over and sat down. I set my purse on the nightstand and pulled out my phone, opening my music app and putting on a song called “Daddy Issues” by Demi Lovato. Kicking off my shoes, I stood on the bed and peeled off my hoodie, shaking my long brown hair as it revealed my bra, no shirt underneath. I chose a lace pink bra, my favorite one. I danced on the bed, swaying to the music, watching Daddy watch me, smiling.
Getting on all fours, I aimed my ass in Daddy’s direction and began to twerk. Sitting up, I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly peeled them off. Now daddy could see the back of the panties I wore for him, Minnie Mouse. He told me that print underwear really turned him on and he loved that I’m a Disney dork.
“Oh, Kendall,” he whispered as I humped the air, my ass jiggling through my underwear. I turned around to face him and the front of my panties featured Minnie’s bow across the top. His eyes were fixed on my crotch, but I drew them back up as I began to unhook my bra, removing it slowly. My 32c breasts stared back at him, my nipples already hard from the cold weather. “You’re so beautiful,” he complimented me as I began to rub my breasts.
I could see Daddy’s tent in his black dress pants. I crawled towards him, getting about an inch from his face. “Breathe on me,” I requested. He blew his warm, minty breath in my direction. I couldn’t kiss him, but I still wanted to breath him in. “Mmm,” I replied. I sat at the edge of the bed and spread my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties.
“Oh, baby girl,” Daddy moaned. He had confessed how much he is turned on by girls playing through their underwear and this was part of the show I had wanted to give him. I’ve never been to a strip club before, but I was under the impression that they mostly just take off their clothes and dance in laps. By the look on his face, I could tell this was new to him too. I bit my lip as I rubbed, grinding my hips in his direction.
“Give yourself a cameltoe,” he said. I used both hands to pinch the fabric and pull it between my lips. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, and as I resumed rubbing my clit, he began to rub his hard cock through his pants. I kept rubbing, occasionally sliding my finger down between my cameltoe and back up. I was getting wet, and I looked down to see if it was showing. It was and Daddy’s eyes were glued to it.
Pinching the fabric tighter, I allowed him to see that I was bald under my panties. I shaved that morning just for him. As I showed him a preview of the skin around my pussy, he undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down to reveal plaid boxers. Opening the seam, he released his thick daddy dick, the fattest one I’ve ever seen.