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.
