Finally Finding A Daddy Ch 02

I wake up at some point in the middle of the night. It takes me a moment to remember where I am as the dimly lit room soaks into my view. I'm lying on your thick warm bicep, your arms wrapped around me, your warm body pressed against my back.

This whole time I was frightened of what you might do to me, and here I am lying in the safety of your home, radiating and comforted in your arms.

But then I yawn and feel the soreness in my jaw and remember the harm could do to me. My mouth is dry. I need water, but I can hear your gentle snoring and I don't dare disturb you. I lift my head a bit to look around and see a tall glass of ice water perspiring on the bedside. I remember in the last moments before I fell asleep, you shuffled downstairs to the kitchen, and I now see why.

My heart swells for the affectionate gesture. So does my cock.

I gently slide myself out of your arms and sit up to grab the glass of water. I gulp the entire glass down in one go and suck on the last few ice cubes remaining. As my cock goes flaccid, I feel the pressure in my bladder. I slowly stand and make my way to the bathroom.

As the sheets fall off me, I'm alarmed at the sensation of being fully nude in a stranger's home. I like it.

I tiptoe into the bathroom which is almost a large as my one-bedroom apartment. It's one of those crazy huge bathrooms that has its own separate little room for the toilet. I sit down on it and feel my bladder drain.

As I walk to the sink to wash my hands I look around and see a scattering of women's cosmetics around. Scraps I suppose your wife left behind. I wash my face and straighten my hair. I grab the bright red lipstick and gently coat it on my lips. I pick up the stub of eye liner and carefully trace the edges of my eyes and add a bit of flair to either end. I don't have much experience with makeup, but I love to play when given the chance.

Something about the fact that this is your ex wife's stuff feels invasive, but that makes me feel even more excited about it. Like I've beaten her, even though she was gone before I met you. Still the competitive feeling, the (false) sense that you chose me over her is validating in a way I know I need to work on in therapy, but I indulge in the idea that I'm filling a void in your life and fulfilling you in ways she never could.

I pass by the large walk-in closet as I walk back to the bed. I slip in and shut the door before turning on the light. One end is full of your clothes, business casual slacks, golf polos and some suits. The other side is almost completely empty, but there's a plastic bin of clothes under the rack where I assume your wife used to hang her stuff.

I pull the lid off the bin and find a pile of neatly folded clothes. Dresses, skirts, some shirts and pants. I dig in a little and see some lingerie. I feel the silk of a red nightie and the feeling makes me shiver with pleasure. I pull it up and hold it against me. I don't have all the right curves for it, but it might fit me if I slipped it on.

I pull it over my head and feel it slide smoothly down my hairy body. As I pull it down, I feel the lace embroidery press against my chest. The bottom hem would make it just past my balls, but the fabric drapes around my hard cock. I gently touch my cock and stroke it. I don't want to cum just want to tease myself a bit before sliding back into bed. After a few strokes I stop myself and take a deep breath. I dig back into the bin and find a matching pair of bright red lacy panties. My balls spill out of them and my cock feels like it'll tear right through the aging fabric, but it holds just enough to let the nightie flow around my hips.

I turn and see myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. I was always insecure about not neatly falling into a masculine or feminine box, but I remember your comment from earlier, about how you love the contrast of both masculine and feminine in me. So now when I see my hairy body under the red silk that accentuating the curves of my hips I take a deep breath and feel proud of the multitudes that I contain.

I walk out of the closet and slip back into bed. You're on your back now so I lie on your chest.

You must be half awake because you wrap me back up in your arms and stroke my satin covered back. I don't want to disturb you, but I'm not sure I can get back to sleep in all my excitement. So, I take a risk and turn my head up and begin kissing your neck. You turn your head slightly and make room for me to explore. You moan quietly and hold me tighter as I begin kissing your neck more aggressively. I'm licking and sucking between my kisses, getting carried away. And then, when I bite, you grunt a dismissive noise and push me away.

I'm sad, realizing I've crossed some boundary, but then you roll on top of me, pinning me down, and kissing me deeply, your tongue once again tunneling into my mouth. Your body is pressed on mine. I struggle to lift my arms, wanting to grab on to your wide back and hold you close, but you've got my wrists pinned and you press them harder the more I resist.

I give up and instead focus my efforts on lining our cocks up and grinding them against each other. I get a few good thrusts in, but then you release my mouth and begin kissing and sucking on my neck. The sensation drives me wild and I'm bucking and moaning. You're sucking hard, likely leaving several hickies that I'll have no way of hiding when I return to my life, but I don't care. The sensations reverberate from my neck to my toes and I completely submit to you.

After a few moments you release your grip on my wrists and lift yourself up to look at me. You lean over to turn on the dim lamp lights and smile as you take in the sight of me in your ex wife's old clothes.

"I gave this to her for our first anniversary," you say. "But she never liked to wear it. It fit her perfectly, but I had to beg her to try it on. She felt so rigid and uncomfortable in it that it was a turn off for both of us, so I stopped asking. But you, you look like you enjoy wearing it."

"I do, I love anything you like to see me in," I say, biting my lip nervously.

You smile at me once more and slide yourself down between my legs. You lift my left foot up and kiss it gently. I see you noticing your ex's panties covering my package as you stare down the length of my legs. You stare so long, somewhat expressionless, that I suddenly realize maybe I've crossed a line, that I shouldn't have pried without permission. But then you look up at me and all I see is hunger in your eyes.

"I've never understood foot fetishes," you say pressing your nose against my foot and taking a deep breath. "But your feet are beautiful."

I'm confused, because my feet are long, bony and hairy, but before I can think about it for too long I feel you slip my middle toe between your lips and suck, gently, but firmly.

I've never had my toes sucked and I'm shocked that the sensation is so similar in feeling and intensity to a blowjob. My eyes roll back into my head with a groan and my hands grip on to your sheets. My body is grinding against nothing and convulsing without orgasm. With one hand you hold my foot and with the other you grip my right thigh hard to keep me steady.

Gradually you stop and begin kissing up my leg and lifting it onto your shoulder. Once your face is near my crotch, you gather my right leg and lift it onto your shoulder as well. Then you push both legs up until my knees are back up near my face and my panty covered ass is up in the air.

I look at your face and you're just staring at my ass like it's a prize you've worked so hard for. A prize you won't be kept from.

You push my legs together and pull the panties up to my ankles, but not all the way off. My view is obscured since I can't spread my legs all the way, but somehow I think you do this intentionally, causing me unexpected inconveniences to tease me.

You dive head first into my ass again and I assume the second time being eaten out will be less intense, but I clearly have assumed wrong. I throw one hand behind my head and grip on while the other one holds the back of your head and presses it deeper into my boy cunt. You groan and the vibrations rumble deep inside me.

"Oh, I want you inside me," I moan. I shock myself, not realizing I had the capacity to ever so boldly admit something like that out loud. But once I did, the flood gates were open. "Daddy, please fuck me with your big hard cock. This pussy is all yours. Whenever you want it. Please use me."

I'm almost shouting now. I want to wake up your neighbors with my desperate, slutty remarks.

You move your tongue off my asshole and I begin whimpering to complain, but them I feel you suck my balls and I completely lose the ability to form a coherent thought. I'm moaning wildly, I might be saying words too, but they're all involuntary and I can't keep track of them.

Then, when I feel like I'm already about to pass out from pleasure, I feel pressure on my asshole, but your tongue is lapping at my balls. I freak out for a moment fearing your cock, which I begged for a second ago, is pressing into me. But when I look down I see your huge cock dangling between your legs further down the bed. Instead I see your hand in the shadows behind your chin, spread into finger tips, the middle one pressing into me.

I press back, thrusting my hips up and down the best I can while I'm firmly in your grip. I remember reading advice in a story once about pushing as if you're shitting to let a cock into you the first time and try to heed that advice without actually shitting on your bed.

You lift your head and look at me and say "That's right baby, let daddy into that tight little pussy."

I moan and reach down and grab my ass cheeks spreading them for you as wide as I can. It hurts and feels weird, but I want to do everything I can to learn to take you. And as big and strong as your hands are, your fingers are just a fraction of the thickness of your cock. I have no idea how I'm going to handle this.

As if you sense my stress, you say "Take your time baby, daddy's gonna help you through this."

You lift your head slide your body above me. It's the first time I really get to see your thick naked chest covered in a mat of your curly grey hair. Your stomach has just the right amount of fat coating it to feel soft warm and inviting. I was never a fan of six pack abs.

As you lean across the bed toward the nightstand, your cock slides right into my saliva slicked crack. I groan with excitement and try to squeeze your cock between my legs and deeper into my crack.

You laugh and thrust it into me a few times, but I can tell you're only teasing me.

"Trust me girl, you're not ready for this yet," you say when you see my desperate expression.

You open a drawer in your nightstand and take out two things. One large plastic bottle and one small metal bottle. You open the small one first and stick it close to my nose.

"Just take a deep breath of this baby," you say gently. It's an ironic tone for someone trying to give you a drug to relax your muscles enough to let your body take a thick cock into a tight hole that shouldn't take anything in.

But I want this as much as if not more than you, so I inhale deeply once and breathe out through my nose and inhale once more. I want to grab the bottle from you and inhale it over and over again until I'm a limp sex toy for you do with as you please.

"Easy girl," you say, pulling the bottle away and tightening the cap. "Daddy wants you awake for this."

You pull the panties off my ankles and let my legs spread and relax, which is a relief, until I realize it means your cock has escaped from my cunts grasp. You smile when you see my expression. I think you're about to say something, but you just shove the panties into my mouth and slide your head back down to my ass.

Now, the feeling of conquer over your ex-wife's place turns into humiliation as I begin to smell a woman's scent on panties. But my bisexual deviance means I'm even more turned on by both the scent in the humiliation.

I'm lost in this thought when you resume licking and sucking my balls, the feeling is even more intense after the poppers.

Cool drips of liquid drop on my asshole and your now slick finger is exploring once again. Sliding in, inch by inch, with no resistance.

It's a strange feeling. Almost as if the invasive digit is pressing into my easrs. I've tried fingering myself before. Tried dildos, but never could motivate myself at it for long. I didn't want to be fucking myself. I needed someone who desperately wanted to plant their seed in me to do it.

I push up against your hand and feel your knuckles against my ass cheeks as I take the entire length of your finger and then slide it back out. I feel your breath in my crack, and when I look down I see you keep your hand still and just watch me fuck your finger.

I feel an overwhelming sense of pride at this, as if I've achieved something grand. You let me bask in this for a few moments, watching me slowly lift my hips up and down.

Then I see you squeeze some more lube into my crack and feel you flip one more finger forward so that in the next thrust I feel the pressure of your ring finger trying to join the party.

You know I can't manage it on my own, so you grasp my waist with your other arm and push the second finger in. I yelp through the panties in shock and some pain, but you don't seem to care. Now you're fingering me roughly, twisting in and out of me, exploring my hole and prepping it for what you really want.

I throw my head back and grab on to the sheets, contorting my shoulders while my lower body is locked in by your arm. The sensations are so complex and new I can't process them. I just try to focus on breathing and relinquish myself to your will.

Your fingers experiment with different patterns of movement while your eyes watch my body carefully, analyzing my reactions and learning what buttons to push to make me move in different ways. Sliding both fingers simultaneously slowly; then faster; then alternating pulses of one finger in and the other out; then rotating your wrist so I feel your knuckles flex and stretch me in ways I never thought possible.

Now I truly feel like your toy. My cock is throbbing and bouncing involuntarily. I feel precum gushing and dripping down my shaft. The strain is torturous but also satisfying, because, and this will sound vain, but I truly to love my cock when it's at full attention. Orgasm is obviously immensely satisfying, but fleeting. But having a raging boner gives me a different kind of satisfaction that lasts longer. Which is why I always love my morning wood.

I'm drifting in and out of these thoughts as your fingers continue to play in me when I feel your hot breath moving in. At first I prepare myself to feel you bathe my balls with your tongue again. But then I feel the heat move further up and feel you reposition yourself. Before I can protest, you take my whole cock all the way into your mouth.

I throw my head back and groan in pleasure, but simultaneously try to protest through the balled-up panties in my mouth.

Ever since I started fantasizing about men as a teenager, no matter how intense the desire, as soon as I begin to cum from jerking off, all the desire dissipates, and I'm left in self-disgust. This never happened when I thought about or fucked women. There was never any shame. But with men, I wanted to distance myself from the idea as soon as I felt the cum spurting out of me.

You ignore my protest though. My body is yours to do with as you please and I know this. The very fact that I want you to stop doing something you desired to do makes you double down and swirl your tongue around the length of my cock and suck harder while your fingers fuck me and make me feel confused waves of pleasure I've never imagined.

It doesn't take more than a minute before I'm shooting all my desire for men into your mouth. My body convulses and the disgust starts to seep in as the waves of pleasure start to subside. But your pleasure hasn't been satiated. You're still pounding my ass with your fingers, and it doesn't matter that I've stopped gyrating my hips back.

I try to just relax and focus on being your toy, but the poppers are probably starting to wear off. I'm disgusted by my desire for you, but paradoxically I still do want to please you. So I take deep breaths, still in the dreamy haze of what was probably the most intense if not confused orgasm I've ever had.

You finger fuck me for a moment more and then slow down as you release my cock. You slide your fingers out of me and I whimper partly in relief and partly in sadness at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

My legs relax as you pull yourself back on top of me. As disgusted as I was a moment ago, the weight of your warm body sliding on the silk nightie and pressing into me is comforting and I reflexively wrap my arms around your back.

My eyes are closed, still trying to gather my post coital reality, so I don't see the look on your face as approach me. You pull the panties out of my mouth and throw them aside as you plant your lips onto my mine and force them open with your tongue.

I don't want this. At least not at first. I feel the salty streams of my cum flow from your mouth into mine. You play with it in my mouth, expertly scooping it back into your tongue and onto mine. The flavor is different from your cum, more sweet, less sour. I feel your tongue play in my mouth, and my shoulders relax as I let out a soft moan, or maybe a muffled giggle.

I run my hands up your strong back and down the ridges of your spine. And then I realize it's a familiar feeling. It's not so different from gliding my hands up and down the back of woman as she rides me. I can't say why exactly, but this realization comforts me and somehow the last bits of shame wash away.

I'm suddenly aware of your hardening shaft sliding under my nightie and grinding between my groin and my inner thigh. It's slickening with a mix of my sweat, your saIiva and lube leaking from my crack. My cock will need some time to recover from the intensity of that orgasm, but my mind has rebounded and is ready to continue. Ready to fulfill your ex-wives duties in your marital bed. This idea excites me and I wrap my legs around yours, tilting my pelvis up and letting you grind your thick cock against my crack. The heat from your cock melts away any hesitations I have and I try to squirm my ass around, desperately hoping to feel your head pressed against my tight wet boy pussy.

But you stop grinding suddenly and pull your hips away.

You let the last drops of my cum flow into my mouth before leaning back gently and ordering me not to swallow it yet. I nod obediently and watch as you lift your body up.

As sad as I am to lose the heat of your cock from my ass, seeing it coming toward me brightens me up. My mouth waters at the massive undershaft standing at attention, the throbbing head pointed up toward the ceiling. You straddle my chest and I whine in pain when your knees pin down my arms. But you make no adjustments, so I assume the force is intentional. You lower yourself and I feel the heat of your cock slap me across the nose. It presses against my face hard as you grab a pillow and position my head to your liking. You slide it down the length of my face and when the head reaches my lips you push in, before I can even react.

Someone how it feels even bigger now than it did earlier in the night. The taste of my cum begins to fade as your shaft pushes it down my mouth and forces me to swallow to make space. And now I can taste a mix of my groin sweat and lube. I suck more greedily to explore these new flavors.

The sight of your naked thick muscular dad bod up close, thrusting and grunting above me is too much. I feel like I'm in a dream, a fantasy I've played out hundreds of times in my head imagining older men, my friend's dads, dad's friends, older coworkers, etc etc. Now it's finally real with all the tastes and smells I couldn't have ever imagined myself.