Making my favourite customer my Daddy
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It was the last summer before college. Having finished school only a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday, I was left looking for something to do to pass the endless weeks until life started again. Desperate for my own car, and wanting to have a little extra cash to spend on nights out as a student, I threw myself into finding a job. After a few awkward interviews with leering restaurant managers or jealous secretaries, I finally got a job working in a local toy store.
The job itself was fantastic - when I wasn’t stacking shelves or at the cash register, I was expected to set up the products to appeal to the kids who would frequent the store. Who wouldn’t love that? Getting paid to play with Lego and stuffed animals - truly a dream come true.
One of the things I quickly learnt though was I was quite different to the rest of the staff. Except for the manager and a couple of older sales people, most of the staff were about my age - either still at high school or on the way to college. While they were all girls like me, they were all real “girly girls”. Every day I’d watch them turn up for their shifts with perfectly curled blonde hair, or immaculately manicured nails, spending all their time talking about horses or makeup or reality TV. I was definitely the black swan: my straight jet black hair sported hints of purple layered underneath, my nails were almost always different colours or jet black, and on my first day I received a gasp from one of the girls when she saw I was wearing a Megadeth T-shirt under my store uniform top. The manager of the store, Gary, was one of the kindest people - rather than turn me away, he would just kindly ask that I try and keep my sleeves rolled down to hide the tattoo on my lower arm, and he blushed beetroot-red when I joked that “At least with my piercings, you can’t see them so I won’t need to take them out!”. The one and only part of the uniform which I found myself uncharacteristically enjoy was the pants - tight fitting, thin black fabric, they were far too serious and boring for me normally... but it was like they had been tailored to me. They hugged my legs perfectly, and on the day I tried them on the first time, I was almost floored by how perfectly they cupped and showed off my ass. For a girl who has always been conscious about my A-cup chest, I was definitely happy to have something accentuate where I did have curves.
After a couple of weeks, I had completely settled into the job. I knew my way around the store, and even managed to hold a couple of unironic conversations with the other girls on the staff. I’d also started to get to know some of the regulars: a couple of families who would come in every weekend and find something to shut up their kids, a few geeky guys who would come to stock up on Lego and board games (it was always fun watch their reflection when I turned around at the cash register to get a bag, their eyes always falling straight to my ass). But then, there was one guy: “Hot dad”.
“Hot dad” was my nickname for one guy who came into the store regularly with his little boy. His son must have been two, maybe three, and although he had just started talking, he was the most polite and gentle little boy I had ever met. It wasn’t a surprise though after watching his Dad. This guy had no issue with whatever toy his son would pick out - whether it was a monster truck or a dolly dress-up set. He’d often pick up little extras when the kid wasn’t looking, and he would gently but wonderfully insist that his son said a big please and thank you every time he was in the store. After the first couple of times, I’d subtly make sure the other girls knew I was the one to serve them when they came in. They didn’t know what I saw in him - “Oh, but he’s not very fit”, or “I’ve never seen him in anything fresh; I bet even his jeans came from the superstore”. What they seemed to be overlooking though was not only his personality, but the three things that made me melt: his eyes could make you feel like you were suddenly in the safest place in the world when he looked at you. His smile was warm and honest (you could see when his son laughed it was like a moment of pure joy for him). But most of all - his voice. Oh fuck, his voice was like nothing I had ever heard. The intelligence and calm of Alex Trebec, mixed with the warm protection of Mr. Rogers, all wrapped up in butter. I could have listened to him talk for hours - so every time they came to the store, I’d go out of my way to make small talk at the register for as long as I could. One time, I was sure I even caught him eyeing me up and down while we were talking, but I couldn’t be sure as his voice was sending ripples through me and making me shiver under my uniform.
Over time, as I innocently mused about my “favourite customer”, the other girls would tease and joke with me. I’d always make them howl as I joked back, explaining all the things I would do to him if I were alone with him just one day. Then, out of the blue, one morning he came in all alone. Just him, no son - and started looking at the remote controlled cars.
“Hey, how’s it going? Having a good day today?” I asked, sliding up next to him. He jumped a little, but smiled as he turned to me.
“Good thanks! How about you? Been busy today?”
“No, not really. Just the usual, I guess. No little man with you?”
“Ahh, no - he’s out at his last day of Kindergarten today!”, he replied, a smile flashing across his face. “I’m so proud of him - I just wanted to find something to give him to say well done”.
I felt my heart rush again, and without thinking instinctively reached out and stroked his arm. It was surprisingly muscular under a characteristically baggy T-Shirt. “Aww, that’s so sweet. You know, I probably shouldn’t say, but I was telling Amy over there that you’re my favourite customers.”
Hot Dad raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Wow, really? That’s... very kind! Thank you! Um... why?”
I laughed and to ok my hand off his arm, realising it had lingered for too long. “You’re so nice to your son, you’re an amazing daddy.” As I said this, he smiled and waved off the compliment, quickly saying thank you. As I turned to let him continue shopping, something came over me and I felt myself unable to resist saying more. “Yeah, I wish you were -my- daddy...”
From the moment I said it, I knew I had potentially overstepped a line. However, the pounding of my heart and the build up to this point had left me caring little as to the consequences. Walking away, I glanced back and smiled, to see him staring at me, one eyebrow raised slightly, with a confused but distinctly happy grin on his face.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” Amy whispered at the Cash Registers. “What if he says something?”
“Oh, it’s just a compliment, don’t be silly.” As I replied, I watched Hot Dad pick up one of the cars he had chosen, and move towards my register. “Besides, I’m sure he knows *just* what I mean...”. As I said these last words, I locked eyes with Hot Dad, and started ringing up his purchase. I saw him look me up and down, much more openly this time, and smile to himself.
“Will that be all today, Sir?” I asked in a comically professional and sweet tone. Leaning forward, he smiled, picked up his bag and glanced down at my chest. His eyes sought out my name badge, but definitely took a moment to trace over my body as his gaze returned to mine.
“No, that’s everything thanks... Katy.”
“Okay, well you have a nice day then - see you again soon!”
“Definitely,” he replied. “See you very soon.”
As he walked out the door, Amy burst into fits of laughter and slapped me on the arm. I stood in proud silence, playing off the encounter like a harmless flirt, but knowing I would be closing my eyes and picturing that moment for many nights to come.
- - -
It was about a week later that I was on the way home from work, and I got a notification on my phone. Our manager had set up a new theme park diorama for dolls and toys at work, and had posted about it on Facebook. He encouraged us to look out for these posts and share them, so I pressed the notification and hit “like”. As the thumb icon lit up, my eyes glanced down to the comment section. There, a single comment sat underneath the pictures. This was unusual - normally people didn’t really comment on our posts, as we were a small store - but unmistakably, someone had done precisely that. What made me notice was the picture: right there, staring back at me from a tiny circular profile picture, was Hot Dad.
I stood motionless in the street, gathering my thoughts, as I finally now knew Hot Dad’s name. “Josh”, I whispered, his name rolling off my tongue. Of course it was “Josh” - my mind rolled back to Jennifer Aniston toying with the name on Friends - it was perfect, and suited him to a tee. As I repeated his name in my mind a few times, I read his comment. “Wow - looks amazing - will have to pop by the best store in town soon to see it!”. Smiling, I put the phone to my chest, and smiled up at the sky. After a deep breath, I pressed “Like” against his comment, and thumbed a reply. “Thanks! You’re welcome any time - come on by!”
As I continued walking, I pressed his profile picture. There was his familiar smile and warm eyes; although not much else revealed on his profile. It turned out he worked in publishing, and actually seemed to be quite a bit more successful and well-off than I had expected. Scrolling through his posts, I noticed plenty of pictures for me to stare at and swoon over that night. Scrolling back up to the top, I took one more notice of his name, and went to close the app. Instead, my thumb missed, and did something else - it hit the “Add Friend” button.
Suddenly going cold, I realised I had made a mistake instantly - but then stood paralysed with fear. Fuck - should I hit cancel? But then he’d see I added him and panicked. Maybe I should message? Fuck. FUCK. My mind entered panic mode, and I suddenly wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Deciding the best thing I could do is get home and think about it, I threw my phone in my pocket, and power-walked the rest of the way back home.
Once I was home and dressed, I sat on my bed, and carefully got my phone out. Looking at the screen, my heart jumped at my notifications. Amy had “liked” my comment (of course she had, she’d be teasing me about it for months!), and then, to my surprise, two sentences. “Josh confirmed your Friend request”, and “You have 1 new message from: Josh”.
I nearly passed out as I read the last sentence, but after letting my heart settle down, I pressed the notification, and my messenger window popped open.
“Hey - thank you for the add. It was nice seeing you today - thank you for your help. :)”
How was it even his texts could come across like his voice? Smooth and comforting, like a warm blanket. I replied: “aww, thanks! was nice seeing you too x”
“I was a bit surprised to see you add me, I have to admit. But thank you!”
“yeah, me too... sorry... i didnt mean to, you know... x”
It took a moment for the next reply. “Ohhh - an accidental add! Now I feel awkward! Don’t worry, if you’d prefer, I don’t mind if you want to unfriend.”
“ohh no, its okay, if youre okay with me adding you? x”
“Of course it’s okay. How did you accidentally add me though?”
I sat there, smiling like crazy, desperately thinking of a reply. Then he texted back again before I had a chance to respond: “Were you checking out my profile? ;)”
“haha - guilty! x” - I thought I’d leave it open ended and positive, to see where he took the conversation. I wasn’t disappointed.
“That makes sense I guess, it’s best to research when you say you want someone to be your own Daddy ;P x”
I threw myself back on the bed. He was flirting with me! Holy fuck - how had this happened? I sat up so I didn’t delay for too long, and then replied:
“well you cant be too careful these days can you!”
“No, you’re absolutely right there. Well, I hope I passed the test?”
Then I realised, I hadn’t even really properly looked at his profile now we were friends. Not wanting to go quiet, I quickly opened and flicked through his profile as I replied. “oh definitely :) so how has your day been?”
“It’s been okay thanks. Grandparents are doing childcare for a couple of days so I finally have a chance to do what I want. How about you? x”
“other than wanting to die for accidentally adding someone i was stalking? not bad... definitely good in the last few minutes! x”
“Ahh thats good to hear! Stalking, hey? ;) x”
“lol okay make me feel even more awkward why dont you :P - so you coming in this weekend to see the new display in the store?”
“Ohh, I’m so sorry - I can’t wait to see it, but I’ve got loads on this weekend. My friend from college is putting on an art exhibition and I promised I’d go, and on Sunday I’ve got to pick up my son from his grandparents. x”
“art? i love art! what kind of exhibition? x”
“She’s a photographer - does what she calls the unseen angle, whatever that means.”
“ahh that sounds amazing - youve got to tell me when its on, ill have to check it out x”
“It’s just this weekend I’m afraid - kind of a pop-up thing :(“. After this, I watched as he typed and stopped a number of times, before sending his next message. “You could come along if you want? After work? x”
I stared at his message, my heart running a mile a minute, before finally replying: “Okay - seriously? That would be amazing - thank you!”
“No problem. So, maybe I could meet you outside the store? You close at 6:00 right? So, like 6:30?”
“omg that would be perfect! yes please! x”
“Wonderful - in which case, see you then ;) x”
Signing off for the night, I bit my lip, and sent one last message: “looking forward to it. see you tomorrow... daddy ;) x”
“:D xX” was his only reply.
- - -
The next day, I hadn’t told any of my work friends about what I was doing that evening, so I thoroughly enjoyed the look on Amy and the other girls faces when we walked out of the store and I strode over to greet Josh on the street. We walked and chatted a little, mostly about things we’d seen on each other’s profiles the night before, as we headed towards his car.
I stood back and marvelled as he opened the door to a brand new Tesla Model S. Sliding into the passenger seat I watched in the silence of the car as he walked round the front to hop in to the drivers seat. Lowering himself in, he thumbed a button and started to drive.
“Wow, I’ve never been in one of these before.”
“They’re a little new”, he replied humbly. “But they’re good fun”. He smiled, glancing over at me. As he did, he looked down at my clothes and his face pulled an expression of confusion.
“Ahh, I should have mentioned, this thing... there’s a bit of a dress code.”
“I know”, I said, shrugging off his point. “I have a dress with me, in my bag. I’ll get changed there.”
Josh smiled and raised an eyebrow, before turning to me and saying “Okay, we ought to find a place to stop, as we’re going straight there. This way you’ll have a chance to get dressed.” I watched as he glanced at his watch and the clock on the console, and gulped as I felt myself awash with a rush of adrenaline.
“No, it’s okay. No need.” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, before grabbing my bag from between my legs. I turned to look right at him as I pulled out my black dress. Slowly I continued: “I can just get changed on the way.”
Josh glanced over and smiled, at first confused, but then as he realised what I was hinting at, his eyes widened, and a his eyebrow raised. Before he could say anything, I lifted my work shirt over my head. Being a warm day, all I had worn underneath was a black bra. Throwing my shirt over my shoulder and into the back seats, I lifted my dress over my head, and slipped it over my arms and down. Pulling it into place I leaned back and started to unbutton the tight pants I had to wear for work. Sliding them down, I noticed Josh was spending less time with his eyes on the road, and more time staring at me. Stretching out the process, I laboured over removing my pants and socks, before finally getting a pair of simple black shoes out of my bag.
“There, how does that look?” I offered. Josh stared over, and exaggeratedly drew his eyes over every inch of me, before turning to stare at the road.
“Mmm... perfect”, he said. I thanked him, but fidgeted on the seat, and replied.
“It's not perfect just yet... one moment...”. Reaching my hand up along my leg and under my dress, I hooked a thumb either side of my thong, and slid it down, over my knees, over my feet, and gently draped it in the back on top of my other clothes. Josh sat speechless staring at me as I pulled my skirt back down, before I finished my sentence: “There, now it’s perfect.”
The rest of the drive was spent making small talk about which route to take and whether the car was warm enough - the tension in the air between us was insane - until we finally reached the venue. Pulling up in the car park, I leaned down to grab my clutch bag, and make sure I was presentable, while Josh stood and walked round to my door. Pulling it open, he offered his hand to me - standing up, now in my heels, I was nearly his height, so looked him closely in the eyes, before quietly purring “Thank you”.
Josh stepped forward, placing his body gently against mine, but subtly pinning me between the car and himself. As he did, I felt his arm gently wrap around my back, and his face next to mine as he leaned in to whisper in my ear: “Thank you... what?”
My heart jumped as I realised what he was asking. Turning, I looked deeply in his eyes, blinked my eyelashes, and replied “Thank you Daddy.” I felt my cheeks flush as I said the words, and saw a grin creep across Josh’s face. Pulling back from my ear, he leaned in and kissed me genty on the lips, one of his arms gently cradling my back, while the other fell to cup my ass with a firm squeeze. I felt my knees go weak at this, but just as I was about to melt into our kiss, he pulled back, and took me by the hand and into the exhibition.
The art at the exhibition was not what I had expected. Whole walls were filled with giant prints of candid photographs of people - some glumly commuting on trains, some getting dressed or sleeping on the floor - and then there was one, right towards the back of the exhibition, which was a giant brightly-lit photo of a woman being fucked from behind. Her face was not the presentable joy I had seen in porn before; it was sweaty and screwed up, like she was half way between agony and bliss. The photograph left nothing to the imagination - a small slightly bent cock was probing her pussy, which was surrounded by stubble and razor burn from being hastily shaved. The man’s arm looked like it was gripping her breast so hard it made me wince. Josh stood with me, holding my hand and nursing a drink, as we stared at the picture.
“So, what do you think of this one?” he asked, as if trying to be nonchalant and ignore the content of the picture.
“It’s... um... I guess it’s kinda raw... Maybe it’s to show the raw emotions when we... um...”
“When we fuck?” Josh asked, leaning closer and smiling. I grinned back, and listened to him continue. “Maybe. If it is, then they’ve got it all wrong. That just looks like it’s all pain with no gain”.
Emboldened by the drink and his frank conversation, I pushed back. “Some of us like a little pain though. It keeps things interesting”.
Josh raised an eyebrow at me. “Some of us? You mean, like you?”
“Yes”, I replied. I surprised even myself at how quickly I had responded. “I guess so.”
“Hmm, that’s good to know. What do you like about it?”
I thought for a moment. “I guess... I like it when I’m shown how to be or what to do. I like it when someone takes over and I feel like I've got no choice.”
“Ahh, so it’s not actually the pain itself - it’s the release. Giving over control.”
“Yes!” I shot back, a little too loud. I saw a few faces across the room turn to look, and grinned at my slip. A little more quietly, I continued. “That’s it. That’s exactly what I like. What about you? Do you like it?”
“Being controlled? No. But I do like being in control. It’s odd though.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then gestured to the painting. “See, I don’t like this. He’s practically ripping her tits off, all he cares about is getting off... That’s just control for the sake of it. I like something else, something more... enjoyable.”
“Enjoyable?” I asked, intrigued. I felt my body tingle as he spoke, my bare pussy under my dress warm and pulsing with my heart beat, begging for any opportunity to give myself to him. “What do you mean?”
Josh sipped his drink, and put it on a nearby table. Letting go of my hand, he wrapped his arm around me and started walking, finding a quiet corner of the exhibition as he talked. “Well, what I like is being in control of you feeling amazing. Like this: tonight, I’m going to fuck you Katy.” I flushed deeply as he said this, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to fuck you tonight, and if you trust me, I’m going to make you cum, more than you ever have before. Does that sound like something you’d like?”
I was speechless for a moment, and my heart beating in my chest made it hard to reply. Eventually, I managed a croaky “Uh-huh... Yes please. Daddy.”
Josh smiled at this. “Good girl”, he continued, “now, do you trust me?”
“Yes. I trust you. Daddy.”
“Good. Put your drink down on the table over there, and then we’re going to meet my friend.”
I put my drink down, and moments later found myself next to Josh, as he small-talked a woman wearing a floor-length gown made of what looked like a combination of tartan and cellophane. Immediately I realised she must be the artist. Snapping back to reality, I heard what they were discussing.
“... truly fantastic, Gabi. You’ve outdone yourself. Now, I do have a favour to ask. Can I borrow your office please?”
“Of course!” she replied with a thick Eastern European accent. “But what for at this time?”
Josh turned to look at me. “I’ve got to go over some things with Katy here tonight.”
“Ahh”, she said, knowingly. “Say no more. Here’s the key”. With that, Josh led me to the back of the exhibition, and through a white painted door in the corner. Suddenly, I found myself in a quiet office filled with rolls of paper and art supplies, and a large desk in the middle of the room. As we entered, Josh span me into his arms, and kissed me deeply on the lips again. He kept walking, keeping me pacing backwards until my ass bumped into the table in the middle of the room.
Pulling away from our kiss, Josh took a step back, and bit his lip, staring at me. I suddenly felt extremely self conscious, as he eyed me up and down. “Now”, he said, “Let’s begin. First, I’m going to need you to help me prepare”. With that, he unbuckled his belt, and let his pants fall to the floor. Without another word, I slowly dropped to my knees and pulled his boxer shorts down. On demand, a good-sized and circumcised cock sprang out and pointed directly towards me. I giggled at the sudden reveal, but looking up, I stared directly into Josh’s eyes, as I kept my hands on his hips and fed the head of his cock into my mouth.
For a few minutes I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth, occasionally letting one of my hands hold him in place while I pulled back to take him fully again. Before long, I felt his hands gently stroke through my hair, and guide me to slowly take his cock in and out a bit slower but much more deliberate and smoothly. Slowing me down made it feel much less like I was just giving a blowjob, and made it feel far more... personal. More real. I felt my heart skip and realised it was time to try something else - having only ever attempted to take someone in my throat once before, I was a little nervous, but looked up to see his face staring down at me, before I pushed forwards and felt the head of his cock slide past the back of my throat. At first I briefly felt like I was going to choke, but soon just felt very full and stiff. I felt Josh’s hands on my head, his presence making me feel like I desperately wanted to take him fully and impress him. In the end, I impressed myself too - slowly sliding his cock eventually all the way from my lips to down my throat, until my nose was nestled in his crotch, and back again.
We continued like this for another few minutes, until I felt Josh pull me back, and lift me to my feet. He briefly kissed me on my lips, before turning me around, and bending me over the table. As he did, I felt his hands rub over my ass and legs, and slowly slide my skirt up. His fingers traced over my ass cheeks, down and over my thighs, and eventually after a long moment of teasing, found their way between my legs and towards my pussy lips. I heard him gasp briefly.
“Is everything okay Daddy?” I asked, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“More than okay”, he replied. “I've stared at your ass every time I came in your store. I've pictured doing this so many times, but I never guessed you were pierced...”
I smiled and shivered at his probing fingers, as he flicked over the bar in my clit hood. “Mmm, yes Daddy. I’m pleased you like it.”
Without another word, he moved his hand away from me, and re-positioned my body gently. Facing my head forward so I was no longer looking at him, he moved my hands to rest on the table, letting me put my weight on my arms. Without much notice or hesitation, I suddenly felt his cock sliding up and down over the length of my pussy, before suddenly being pushed slowly forwards, gently back and forth a little, until I felt he was balls-deep inside me. His cock filled me perfectly - his head especially was hitting parts of me I had only ever managed to hit with my vibrator. But once he reached that point, he stopped, and stood deep inside me, his legs pressed into the backs of mine.
After a moment, I felt him lean forward, and whisper to me again. “Now, reach down, and make yourself cum.”
“What?” I asked, laughing a little, wondering why he wasn’t fucking me properly. At this, I felt his hand take a grip of my ass cheek and squeeze.
“You said you trust me. So trust me. Reach down with your hand, and make yourself cum. Rub that little pierced clit of yours, do what you need, and make yourself cum.”
As he said this, he remained motionless, conspicuously just rock solid and throbbing inside my pussy. I slowly reached down, and started feeling my clit with my fingers. My other hand instinctively fell to my breasts, and slid inside the cleavage of my dress, finding my other piercings there. Slowly I started to rub my clit, and closing my eyes, began to get myself off. I could feel him inside me, his legs against mine, his hand on my back and another slowly stroking my ass. All the while I was flooded with the surreal feeling that I was fucking myself while the guy I had been crushing on was now deep inside my pussy. My mind raced - the whole scenario was unreal - I started trying to figure out what he was doing, but as I did, an incredible feeling started coming over me. I started getting closer and closer to the edge - and soon, as I started to cum, I arched my back and felt waves hit me that I had never felt before. I wasn’t being fucked - I was cumming, but with someone just inside me. Someone inescapably there - like I had shared the most deeply intimate part of me with him watching from inside me. Waves took over me, from his cock buried deep and hard inside my pussy, through my body and up my spine, making my nipples sparkle and my breasts ache. I bucked and shuddered a little, steadying myself on the table, and feeling myself propped up by his cock inside me and his hips pushing against my ass cheeks.
“Holy fuck”, I panted. “I’ve not... I’ve not done that before”.
“I know”, he said. “do you feel good?”
“Yes”. I replied. As I did, I looked over my shoulder to see him grin, before his hands suddenly fell to my sides, and with a huge smile on his face, he started pushing himself in and out of me, slowly and with incredible purpose. I felt every inch of him slide nearly completely out of me, resting the head of his cock between my lips, before rocking forwards and popping through the entrance of my pussy - sliding slowly and smoothly all the way inside me, until I felt his hips press into my ass again. With each stroke, I moaned slowly, breathing deeply and feeling him exploring my pussy. It was like he was truly relishing fucking me - spending blissful, agonising seconds at a time labouring over every stroke, feeling every inch of me through his cock. Closing my eyes again, all I could feel was the cool air on my body, and the skin of his rock hard cock probing me gently.
After what can only have been an eternity, I suddenly realised he had been slowly speeding up, and was now fucking me at a growing pace. Still not hard and fast, this was nothing like fucking boys my age - it was like he could sense everything I was feeling, and was guiding me through a tour of my own body. I began to gulp for air and gasp, as I felt the familiar tingle of another orgasm on its way. As I started to subtly arch my back again, I felt his hand move from my hip and up to my shoulder. Gripping tightly, I felt him lean forward, and say just one word. “Wait.” He wasn’t angry or gruff, just... commanding and strong. I felt a thrill of excitement tear through me - this man, Josh, someone who I had only lusted over from a distance until tonight - was practically a stranger... and yet here he was, fucking me more intensely and deeply than ever before, and I was ready to hand my very being to him, my own body starting to let go of control, conceding that I was not to cum until he told me it was time.
I felt my back reluctantly return to form, and sighed while I gripped my fingers tight. I was determined not to cum- his one word holding me inexplicably back from the edge. Josh must have noticed this, as he stroked me gently on the lower back, and gripped me a little more firmly on my hips. “Thank you. I’m going to cum in you. You’ll cum then. Okay?”
“Okay Daddy”, I replied - before my heart jumped and my eyes burst open. “Fuck... no, wait, you can’t cum inside me. I’m not... I dont have any...” Suddenly my mind was spinning - I had completely forgotten to even think about protection. I had stopped taking the pill not long ago, ready to get an implant - but right now, that left me totally unprotected.
“It’s okay”, Josh said - again instantly soothing and calming me. “Do you trust me?”
I thought for a moment, then gulped before answering. “Yes... but I...” Trailing off, I let the sensation of his cock fill my mind again, and sighed. “Yes, I trust you.”
With that, Josh held me firmly once again, and his strokes continued to grow deeper and stronger. Eventually, after a few minutes, I felt him lean into me, and push harder into me than he had before, like he was almost trying to make our bodies combine. He let out a strained “Now.”, and with that, I felt his cock explode inside me, filling me almost instantly with his cum. I felt him throb as pulse after pulse of his cum shot its way deep inside me, and as he did, I felt my body let go. Whether I had planned to or not, it seems the control this man had on me was almost magic - my pussy gave way to the flood of an incredible orgasm, and as Josh came inside me, he stopped thrusting, just pushing his cock as deep inside me as possible, as he emptied himself into my body.
After a few more seconds, we were both spent, panting and sweaty, still in position against the table. Slowly, very slowly, Josh pulled back, letting his cock slide out of me. Shuddering with the feeling of him withdrawing, I felt the familiar feeling of cum sliding out of my pussy - far more than I’d ever felt from the few other guys I’d fucked before. Grabbing a towel from the artists supplies on the table next to us, Josh threw it to the floor, before standing me up and turning to look me in the eyes. He leaned in and kissed me deeply.
“Oh fuck... I... I don’t know what to...” I started.
“So, that was good?”
“Yes”, I smiled sheepishly.
“Good. I guess that means we’ll have to keep doing it then.”
I laughed at his comment, and threw my arms around his neck. “Okay, Daddy!”, I said, a little over-jokingly. Suddenly, a thought hit me again. “Oh, but... shit, I should have said, I’m not on birth control...”
“It’s okay, I promise.”
“No, you don’t get it. I can’t get pregnant - I’m going to college in a couple of months!”
Josh smiled, and ran his fingers through my hair. “I know, that’s not what I meant. I meant it’s okay - I’ve had a vasectomy. I couldn’t have gotten you pregnant”.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and smiled. He continued. “After I had my son, I realised he was all I ever needed, so I had the operation. It was an even easier decision to make when I split up with his mother.”
“So, you never want any more kids?”
Josh grinned. “Probably not. But who knows - the operation I had is reversible. But for now, I’m fine. It means I can do things like”, and leaning into my ear, he practically growled “cum in your perfect little pussy”.
I smiled and kissed him, and as I turned to sort my clothes and fix the table, I heard him over my shoulder, finish his sentence as he squeezed my ass through my dress. “Besides, now I’ve got someone new to call me Daddy... just in a very different way...”
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To be continued - this story outlines how Josh and I first met and started fucking, but suffice to say - we didn’t stop there. Check back for more about how he went from my Hot Dad in the store to the man I’ll love forever.