Her body alive with a million fluttering butterflies, she didn’t turn down the offer to join him in his room for a late night drink. It was the looks from the staff and other diners that lightened her step and increased her confidence. Young in age, she knew that after tonight, she would never look at that innocent girl in the mirror again. Daddy Brian would take her on a ride that so many desired but never ventured. 

Another step across the threshold, this time his hand rested on the small of her back guiding her in. Both of them know that when that door closes, something will change between them. An awakening.

“So, tell me more about your life at home? Have you lived with your father alone for a long time?” he asked, fishing for a deeper confession. 

She stood in front of the large pane of glass that looked out over the pool area, touching the window to brace herself before speaking. A quick shiver traveling up her spine, she knew he was wanting her to spill the truth, but would he understand? 

“Since I was in grade school it’s just been the two of us. Sure, I see my mother once a year, but that’s enough for me. She isn’t the nicest woman on the planet,” she laughed. 

Brian took it all in, she was holding something back and he knew it. She lit up when she talked about her father, but not her mother. Maybe she was the cause of the divorce between her parents. Was it guilt that put the hesitation in her voice, or was it the need for her fathers attention? 

“Anyways, enough about that, what about you? I was told that this is the first time here without your daughter. Are you two close?” she asked, her voice whimsical. She knew they were because of the stories the staff told, but would he tell her the real truth? What if this was the room he always booked. Adinna wondered for a moment if they laid on that gray couch that took up most of the room and enhanced their bond. Again, curiosity was getting the best of her. 

She turned from the view, watching Daddy Brian as she walked across, taking the very seat that her mind told her the girl sat. She wanted to know, to feel, and maybe even to cause even more rumors to spin around the hotel. By morning she could be the next person the staff whispered about. It didn’t scare her. She was too intrigued to leave. 

“She couldn’t make it this time. A prior commitment, but she calls me every night to make me miss her,” he laughed. 

Adinna listened, stiffening when he told her that his daughter missed him. How could she not, but then again, here she was with him. Would he tell his daughter about the girl by the pool? Or lie and say he spent the trip alone? They might have just met, but she could tell this man didn’t hold back anything from anyone. He was proud of his accomplishments. On any other day she might be friends with the girl. That could prove to be dangerous for all. 

On the couch the world around them stopped. It was confession time. One little tidbit at a time. Something about Brian was safe. He wouldn’t judge her.

Reaching out, he placed a loving hand on her lower thigh. Just leaving it there to see how she reacted to touch. Adinna didn’t disappoint. Her body relaxed, smile softened, and she seemed to suddenly have a warm glow about her. She was at home and didn’t even realize the carnal intentions of the man next to her. 

“Has your father brought you to a place like this yet?” he asked. 

Her eyes lit up with a million stars dancing in the darkness. He had once brought her away on vacation, just the two of them at a place where no one knew who and what they were. 

“Once. We went to a little resort in Costa Rica. He had a private beach for us and a bungalow away from the other tourists,” she blushed.

His curiosity now peeked, he knew there was something she was holding back. She was the perfect little baby girl for an older daddy such as himself.

“Tell me more. I would love to know how you two express your love for one another,” he said.

She twisted her fingers in the hem of her dress, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. Never once had she spoken the words she was about to say, but something about him felt right. 

“You know, hugging, touching, like you do I suppose,” she whispered. 

Had she said too much? Adinna feared upsetting others, that’s why it was always a secret she kept so close to her heart. 

“He has me, you know,” she looked at the crotch of his pants, “Make him feel nice.”

They hadn’t crossed the line and fully had sex yet, but she knew it was a matter of time and it scared her. What if, god, too many what if moments stood in her way of finding true happiness. 

Brian smiles, reaching out to stop her from putting a hole in her gown. Her embarrassment was beautiful on her. 

“There is nothing wrong, baby girl. Daddy’s love their girls so deeply that they want to make sure they always feel special,” he said. 

With her hand resting in his, he allowed her to see the softer side of him. The one the hotel staff knew nothing about. They assumed he was a dirty old man, and in ways he was, but still, he loved his baby girls the way a man should. Fully, and with intense emotional release.

Ready for another part? Keep your eyes open. It’s only starting.

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This is just a little fun holiday cheer. Nothing is real unless you allow the mind to create it.

I had turned 18 and had my first job. Well, it wasn’t a paying job, but I was an intern in a doctor’s office. Since my original goal in life had been to be a Physician, it was only fitting. Old Doc Johnson had been the one to deliver half the people in town, and he was a notorious womanizer. He even delivered me.

The office party took place at a local party event place, but this should have happened in a smut den, to be honest. Ordinary people who work 9-5 in suits and ties lost their minds that night. As an 18-year-old girl who had spent most of her time studying for college exams, I couldn’t believe my eyes. These people go crazy when you add alcohol.

My cup filled with a little holiday cheer snuck in, of course. One of the older nurses loves me, and she takes care of her little one. That’s what she called me—little one.

I wore a simple black skirt, a festive red sweater, and some black heels. I was still young and a little naive at this point, well, not after this party.

“Gypsy, honey, come and meet the mayor. He saw you from across the room and wanted to say hello to you.”

I shook his hand and realized at that moment. I had made a new friend. One who could do things for me that were beyond imaginable for a kid like me. This is the night I realized how crooked a city official was. I realized that they were the most perverted Men on the planet too.

Filling my glass over and over again, I was a little dizzy, but I know that I saw the Doctor dressed like Santa. He had my favorite nurse bent over a table, and that was a detailed internal exam. His cock was the instrument of choice.

He fucked her till his candy cane shot cream, and she screamed, “HOHOHO.”

The mayor was different, though. He asked me to go back to his room. He wanted to show me how to get my college paid for. Imagine coming from a middle-income family. They are struggling with your med school tuition, and a man offers you a lot of money. You do what you have to do to help your family out. I did things that disgusted me, but in the end, I got what I needed.

The room decorated in Christmas decor. Santa had me change the moment I walked in. I guess I was the one that fit the costume. An elf named Gypsy came out of that bedroom and stood before a grown man dressed as Father Christmas. Not Santa, but the old German version of St, Nick.

In his hand was a stick. That old walking stick that the mean Santa uses to punish the bad kids.

“Come here, little Gypsy. Have you been a good girl this year?”

Of course, I said no. I didn’t know what to say, to be honest. Santa made me lay across his lap, and he pulled my pants down, exposing my cheeks. Though he carried a stick, he used the hand on my cheeks.

One

Two

Three

He swatted my ass till it was bright red. Rubbing over the flesh, I could feel from his hands, he never worked a day of hard labor in his life. They were silky smooth sort of a turn off for me to know that he was a paper pusher.

“Have you learned a lesson, my Dear?”

Shaking my head to the right, then the left, I knew it was better to say no. He didn’t want to know that three swats on my bare ass had cured me. What fun was that? He sent me back to the party with his number and a few hundred dollars in my hand. The next day and we would arrange for me to work in his office. Guess that was the day I realized that being a doctor wasn’t what I wanted. I could make so much more money being a little toy for a filthy old Man!

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One of my VIP’S asked me if any of my stories were real. I was 18 once. Does that tell you anything about this one?

Something Sexy

Pacing the floors of her home, she was bored out of her mind. At 18, she should be out partying with kids her age, but there was something different about this one. She needed things that a man her age could never provide. Maybe that’s why she preferred them all over 35 years of age. So much time has passed since she was with a man. She needed to know she could still get one for some reason. Well, if she wanted one. A few hours of fun was all she needed to get her mind to where she needed to be.

Thumbing through her phone, the name that stood out was that of a local strip club. One where eighteen was legal, and they had open stage night every Tuesday. Tonight, she would mindfuck someone stranger into oblivion. That was the goal, at least.

Two hours later, the five-foot-seven inch brunette found herself in the middle of the stage, searching for her victim. She would call him that because by no means would she fuck him tonight. Her pussy saved for a special guest, and there were no VIP’s in sight.

Being a stripper was not a goal, but a need.

Music blaring, she wore nothing but a pair of red panties, stockings with lace trim, and a thin ribbon around her neck. Though tied in a bow, she was no one’s gift tonight. One more item accented her outfit of choice. A pair of 4 inches spiked red stilettos. Not her normal expensive ones. These would serve one purpose tonight. They were for attention only.

In the center of the stage, a chair sat, waiting. Calling a guy in the front row on stage, she smirked when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. If that were any indication of what he was packing, it would take all she had not to give in to temptations. She pointed to the chair. No words were needed. Tonight she was going to use him for a prop in her little act of self-pleasure.

The music changed, the song was seductive and enticing. As she moved in for the kill, her hips swayed to the beat of the song, never missing a note. Stopping as she approached, her hands slid slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts’ underside in each palm. Not big, nor small, she was a perfect handful. As her tongue traced her bottom lip, she tightened the grip on her tits, pulling forward to grasp her perky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, yanking, and finally releasing them back with a bounce. She wouldn’t stop till the naturally pink buds changed to a constricted shade of red, her breath coming in shallow pants. The look on his face said it all. This man was mesmerized by the show in front of him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

No, there was no fucking tonight. Just a little tease. She loved being a tease, straddling the male’s lap, one leg on either side. A long grind would start the show. She slid a hand to the back of his neck, yanking his face forward, planting his lips between her tits. With a whisper, she held him there, grinning, “tongue fuck my tits!” Her head dropped back as he rolled his tongue up and down her cleavage, slapping him in the back of the head when he tried to attach to her nipple. “Do it again, and we’re done,” she warned.

Tonight was not his show. It was hers. Long licks over her freckled breast, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a satisfying approval. His dick strained in his pants as she pushed down repeatedly on the crotch of his pants. Her panties saturated now with her lust.

She yanked his head back once again, looking into his eyes, and her free hand forced three fingers into his mouth, fucking over his tongue with slender digits. “That’s a good boy. Get them nice and wet,” she whispered. Pulling her hand out, she smirked as the next place they landed was down her panties, fingers curled, and pushed into the tight walls of her gripping cunt. Slowly, her fingers pushed to break the invisible seal. A loud guttural moan came from deep within. Each slide of her fingers forced her to contract her walls around them. Juices were pouring out to soak the silk panties she wore, staining his pants with her filth.

Too bad he wasn’t one of her VIP’S

“Fuck, fuck my cunt,” she growled. The only one fucking her was her. Each time she pushed down on his hard dick, the jeans forced her fingers in deeper, stretching her walls as the liquid sloshed out and around the tips of her fingers.

His eyes widened, bucking his hips up to meet her growing demands, she screamed out as the first orgasm ripped through her body like waves of boiling lava. Each ripple was forcing her to cry like a wanton little whore. She was, though—a little whore who sought pleasure in only herself. VIP’S were the only ones worthy.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers from her panties, forcing them down his throat. That was his payment for the night. He would be allowed to taste what he could never touch. It seems like a fair trade.

She slipped from his lap, laughing at the sight. He was covered in her orgasm and would be left wanting for his own. She would leave him to handle his problem on his own. Remember, there were no VIP’s here tonight.

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Shame on me for loving older men. Taboo play can be anything that the world does not understand. Family, age, race, or even species, but for me, I love when I get to play with someone I knows, Daddy.

My best friend has one of those Fathers that everyone wants to fuck. Tall, dark, handsome, and protective of all us girls. Even though were all grown up, he still calls to check on us all, and sends us gifts at the holidays. After I explained to him what I was now doing with my life, he shocked me with a confession.

“I KNOW IT’S TABOO, BUT I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK YOU!”

Stunned! He imagined being inside of me, and all my life I wanted to fuck this man. This was a fantasy that to be honest, had to happen. I set up a escort date for him, but of course, no charge. He would meet me at a hotel and when I opened the door, shock would over take him. He would come in and tell me to get dressed, but when his cock was hard, I would beg him to let me help.

“Please, your so hard. Let me get you off. Please!”

Best roleplay ever. I opened the door wearing nothing but a big red bow, and though this got planned out. He almost passed out. I would be a gift from me to him, and he would finally get a taste of that young pussy he always wanted. Never knew when I stayed the night that he would jerk off to me sleeping. If that happened and I walked in on it, I would of fucked him way back when.

My biggest secret is my love for older men.

Taboo temptress, I love when my dreams finally do become a reality. I never knew the passion he had for me back than, but I am making sure to let him relive each slumber party I ever attended. We have to keep this a secret from his daughter, but I know she would approve and want to join if she knew. Older men just turn me on.

Want to find out more? Call or chat with me on niteflirt.

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Sometimes memories from years ago can spring back up and shock you when you least expect it. That’s what happened today when a caller asked for me to tell him about a hand job.

The hand job in question was back when I still had some sort of innocence. Barely legal, well, in some states, I went on vacation with my then boyfriends parents. Just getting to go was shocking. My family isn’t the most conventional type. The trip was only 3 days, but I planned on making it the best three days ever. To this date, it might just be.

A hand job that was unforgettable.

I wasn’t new to masturbation. Sometimes I thought I was addicted to touching myself, but today, it was all about him. During the trip the two of us sat in the very back of his parents mini van. The seats high enough to block view, I knew what I was going to do before he was even hard. A tickle in my palm made me want to stroke him. Thankfully, there was a fluffy white blanket over us.

My boyfriend at the time grabbed my hand and placed in on the front of his shorts. They were thin enough to feel everything, plus he wasn’t wearing underwear. The shorts were the kind with a built in mesh covering. Back then everyone wore quicksilver boardshorts. It was a fashion statement in the surfer community. Pulling the string on the material, I reached in and pulled out his cock. God, was he shocked. His cock being stroked in the backseat of his parents car while they drove almost sent him over the edge right away. I knew how to manipulate his dick to slow him down.

He almost popped 30 seconds into stroking.

As the parents chatted and sung stupid songs, my hand pumped away on his cock. Each time my fingers slickened with precum I made sure to lean down and lick it off each one. Thankfully, they never noticed when I disappeared beneath the seat. Masturbation is normal, but not in the car. The funniest part of this whole thing was my boyfriend trying not to change his expression or moan. A few times he caught himself, but stopped the moment they looked back.

Ten minutes in, he came. Not just came, but exploded all over my hand, the blanket, and his shorts. No worries, I leaned down and licked up all the cum and swallowed the evidence. Well, except for the blanket. That we would need to figure out later. If you want to hear more about this hand job, call or chat me on niteflirt.

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