by S. L. Finlay
I was shocked by his admission, what did he mean 'playing with the incest taboo'? We weren't related. Hell, we weren't even from the same country! What was up with this guy? I had come here to enjoy his company, and, yes, a load of orgasm I was sure he could deliver, but I wasn't sure about any incest taboos. That just sounded a bit strange, and impossible as we weren't related.
Apparently the shock had shown on my face because David responded to it quickly, "This is more common than you would think, girls calling the guy they're with Daddy."
"Is it?" I asked, "I have never done it before."
David chuckled, "Never?" He asked, "No-one has asked you to call them Daddy, or you've never wanted to?"
"No-one has asked." I told him after thinking for a moment, "I've heard some people calling their boyfriends 'daddy' but usually they're like, sugar daddies, or they're southern and stuff."
"It's similar for some people, yes. Some Daddy's do look after their girls financially." He told me.
"Will you do that for me?" I wanted to know.
Apparently I was too quick off the mark with my question as David responded with a chuckle and a head shake before asking me, "I thought you just wanted sex. Isn't that why you came here?"
I thought for a moment about lying, but it was true. It was also super obvious. Sex was a big part of why I was here. "Well, yeah." I admitted.
"So why are you talking about relationships then?" He asked me, moving my hair out of my face before cupping my chin with his hand and gazing into my eyes.
I could hardly think. I stammered something before telling him, "I am, I don't know."
Then his lips were on mine again. We were kissing while sitting beside one another on the couch then as we both got a little warmed up, he was on top of me. His movements were so smooth, so confident. I had never been with an older man before and this guy really knew what he wanted. He knew how to get a girl into a spot too.
I was under him and he looked down at me for a moment between kisses, brushing my hair out of my face again, "I like this." He told me.
"You like what?" I asked.
"Your hair. I like it. It's soft, beautiful, feminine. Just like you." He told me and his voice was so earnest. If it weren't, I wouldn't have believed him. I never felt like any of those things in my day-to-day life.
But this guy, he did make me feel small and feminine. He made me feel beautiful in a way I hadn't felt before.
I sighed into his mouth then as we kissed. This felt amazing, being under him. It felt like I had really found my place. Like I was meant to be here all along.
His hands had been exploring my body and removing clothing until I was pressed under him in nothing but my pretty pink lacy bra and panties. I was glad I had worn something so cute out tonight and my mind reeled as I realised that he probably thought I had worn this just for him, as if I knew I was going to see him all along. I would have normally laughed at the idea, but it was probably true. I had been thinking about him all week, if I had of known it was a possibility, ever so slight, to see him again, then I would have gone for it, no problems at all.
David's hard body above me felt wonderful but I wanted him undressed. I started tugging at his robe and he pulled it off to reveal his naked body underneath me.
For an older man, he really did look after himself. His chest and abs were defined but his arms, they were impressive. They normally looked like normal man arms in class, but up close and touching his body, I knew he could hold me down with these arms, and the thought of him taking me roughly while holding me down turned me on to no end.
I was sure he would do it, too, if the thought struck him.
Right now though his hand was between my legs while he kissed me. His kisses were firm and his hand seemed to know what it was doing all on its own.
He would move his hand just how I needed it, just how I liked it, without being told. He found every sensitive button and pressed it.
It was difficult to keep kissing him while he did this. While he explored my body, while he touched me with those strong hands. I wanted to kiss him, I needed the taste of him on my tongue, but he kept touching me in a way that left me moaning, or worse, calling out.
After a while, he had me begging him for his cock.
"Just slide it into me!" I was calling louder than I meant to.
David chuckled, "Slide it into me, who?" He asked.
"David?" I asked, unsure what he meant, then the look on his face answered my question. I had been so disorientated by his thrusting fingers that I had forgotten our previous conversation. "Slide it into me, Daddy?" I asked, feeling a little silly the first time I said it, but seeing the look on his face I didn't feel so silly.
"I want you." I confessed.
"I want you, too." He told me, "But you're being a little quick off the mark."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean," he began, "That I don't want to rush into sex and skip the foreplay."
"Oh." I said, "Well, that's, fair I guess."
I had honestly never had a man say anything like it to me before, the boys I was normally intimate with wouldn't have even waited this long for sex. They would have stuck their cocks into me much earlier. Perhaps even before I was wet and ready. Hell, from my arriving here to now we probably would have already had sex and I would be making my excuses to leave.
My sexy professor though, he was different. He wanted to take his time and I was curious what he had to teach me, so I went along with it.
He was kissing his way down my body again and I smiled. My smile was big and happy. It wasn't common for me to find someone who was this good at giving head. Actually, I hadn't found anyone this good at it before.
David was licking between my legs in no time and using his fingers just enough to compliment what his mouth was doing without overwhelming me.
It felt great, having all of this attention on my body. I moaned as he touched me, I moved under him. My hips came up to meet his face as he licked and he bought me to bliss seemingly without much effort.
This guy knew his shit.
I would have loved to stay in that blissful state forever where he was licking me and making me feel great, but it wasn't to be.
He was going to get me off, he had obviously decided.
David knew how to manipulate the female body and in no time at all his touching, his caress, and his tongue had me right on the precipice of orgasm before just a few more tongue strokes pushed me over the edge.
The waves of orgasm, when I hit them falling of that precipice were strong and unrelenting. David's hands were still on me as he used them to push me over the edge and into that orgasm.
I moaned, he kissed me. His kisses felt like he was sucking the pleasure out of my mouth too as they kept me from crying out loudly in ecstasy.
When I started to come down from the orgasm, and the waves started to lash me lighter, David pulled away and we gazed into one another's eyes for a moment before he told me, "See, it's worth waiting, isn't it?"
I nodded my agreement, but couldn't use words just yet. I was feeling far too pleased with myself. This place I had bought myself to, David's home, couldn't have felt this good. But it did, and that was amazing!
David held me close on the couch for a while as we chatted a little. The conversation seemed to flow nicely, but I wanted to keep playing.
I was driven by that little voice inside myself that was worried that this could end at any time and I didn't want to miss an opportunity.
We kissed a bit more and I started to make my way down his body.
David had a nice dick. Looking at it, I knew it wouldn't be so long that sex would be painful, but it was thick. It was bigger than anything I had had inside me before, though. I wondered how I would go with it.
Without allowing myself much more of an opportunity to think about it, I started to tease the head with my tongue.
The best thing about starting with teasing was that I could look up at him and enjoy hi
s reaction to my little pink mouth on his thick cock without struggling with what I was doing.
I remember seeing a television show back home where the female protagonist is telling a guy that giving a blow job is hard work. She is telling him about all the things the giver has to be aware of when giving head to make sure it was good: things like gag reflex, suction, teeth.
Blow jobs are hard work, but for the right guy, they are so worth all the hard work.
As I kept sucking him, I definitely felt that.
Using my mouth to get him off felt erotic and sexy, it didn't feel like work at all (even though of course it was hard work). He had worked so hard to get me off twice now, yet this didn't feel like I was returning a favour.
Blowing David felt like it was something that I really wanted to do, something that I really enjoyed doing, for its own sake. Not because he did it for me or because I thought I had to.
This was a new feeling for me, and one I liked.
I wanted to blow this guy. I wanted to feel his silky hardness in my mouth. I wanted to taste that pre-cum. Tasting it got me excited and made me want more.
I closed my eyes as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I tried to take as much in as I could without gagging but every so often I would gag anyway. I gagged and I giggled, David chuckled along with me.
Then, it was as if all the build up from getting me off and then from watching me blow him was driving him insane. As if something snapped as he had to do something.
What was a passive blow job before turned into a very active one with David thrusting up into my mouth.
I had never felt anything like this before and at the same time that it was difficult on my mouth and throat, it was incredibly sexy having a man use my mouth like that. I struggled to keep up with his demanding cock.
He thrusted and I gagged, he would give me a moment to regain my composure before thrusting again.
Then he moved, and forced me to move.
He stood up and I was kneeling on my knees.
I felt so small like that as he used my mouth relentlessly, but that was part of the appeal to me and I am sure to him too. This felt so sexy, and so hot. It felt so wonderful having my mouth used by this man then I wanted more and more.
By the time he had finished using my mouth, I was straining against my hair (that he was pulling back to stop me from sucking him).
"On your knees on the couch." He told me, "I'm taking you in doggy."
Obediently, I followed his orders. I positioned myself so my head was on the back of the couch and ass in the air.
David took his place behind me and slid his hard cock into my body.
It felt like bliss right away as he slowly moved to expand my tight little hole to accommodate him. He was kind to me, but I could feel his frustration.
This man wanted to fuck me hard, and he couldn't. Not yet.
"Mmmm... David?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment, David kept moving behind me to widen my pussy to accommodate him more fully.
"David?" I asked.
David chuckled before telling me, "I won't answer to that, little girl." His fingers were in my hair. He was pulling my head back. God, that felt great!
He was fucking me more vigorously then. I moaned the word, "Daddy?"
This time he answered, "Yes pumpkin?"
I smile at the wall before me, my eyes half-opened. "That feels really good Daddy, but you can go harder if you like." I told him.
Daddy was thrusting into me harder then. A few hard strokes before he asked, "Can I?"
I moaned at his hard fucking and agreed, "Yes Daddy, oh god yes! Please fuck me hard Daddy."
"Good girl." He told me, "Using your manners like a good little girl!"
I moaned loudly at his words. Being called a good girl because you can take a dick was hot.
Being fucked hard by him too, was really hot.
As he thrusted into me, I though less and less and surrendered to the sensations inside my body. It was as if this man's cock was determining not only what I felt in that moment but also what I thought about. Pleasing him was all I could think about.
Within no time at all, I couldn't think of anything but how wonderful this felt and how wonderful I wanted to make him feel.
I was a mess of sexy feelings and thoughts and nothing more than a hole to be fucked.
And he did fuck me.
After thrusting into me for a while, he pulled out of me and ordered me to stand up. I stood and then he ordered me to jump and wrap my legs around him so he could thrust into me while holding me.
I did what I was told.
It felt so animalistic, being in his arms so he could fuck me like this. It also made me feel so small.
Before I had been enjoying being his fuck toy and now I was enjoying being this small, fragile thing that he could throw around. Something about it turned me on to no end.
I moaned into his ear, "Oh fuck Daddy! I'm going to cum!"
He thrusted into me more frenzied than he had before and it happened: my orgasm this time was much stronger than the previous one I had just had as my pussy grabbed at his cock.
My moans of pleasure were joined with his as he felt my orgasm on his cock.
Daddy let me cum without moving for a while then when my orgasm subsided he put me down on the couch and sat down beside me.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw him sitting beside me still hard, "Don't you want to cum?" I asked.
"Wouldn't mind it!" He told me with a little wink and I lowered my head to his cock to lick my juices from him.
Tasting me on his cock turned me on. I eagerly licked and sucked the taste of me off him and in no time at all, he was thrusting into my mouth again, holding my head down.
I was gagging on his cock and he was using my mouth. The feeling turned me on to no end then when I thought I'd love to do this for much longer I noticed his breathing change. He must be close to cumming I reasoned as I kept up my suction and pace to suck the last bit of cum from his body.
I sucked his cum right out of him, not even thinking as I swallowed it and cleaned the head with my tongue before stopping and moving to cuddle him.
We held one another on the couch then for a while, his telling me how proud he was of me for sucking him so well, and my giggling and confessing that I hadn't really wanted it to end. I normally didn't like giving head (because I thought I wasn't very good at it) but there was something really erotic about doing this with him.
Daddy just smiled and gave me a little kiss.
That evening I fell asleep in his arms in his big bed upstairs.
We hadn't talked about seeing one another again, or this being an ongoing thing, but as he cuddled me, holding me close to his body, I knew it couldn't be anything else.
I would be seeing him again, and not just because he was my professor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a relationship of sips and shots and I'm not saying that it was a relationship that took root just because I had had a lot to drink. I mean that it was a relationship where we would need to steal time together in sips and shots where we would get to know one another, to have a conversation or to have some intimate time together.
Intimate time was important for both of us, but there were plenty of conversations that we needed to have to.
We talked about Sammy a little bit and how they had both been involved in the age play community. Although this was news to me, I wasn't surprised that Sammy was involved in such a community.
When I asked if they had been intimate with one another, they both told me they hadn't.
"How did she know where you lived then?" I asked Daddy one day and he just smiled.
"We have to meet somewhere, and when girls are dressing up like age players do, it would draw too much attention in the pub." He told me.
I knew his words were true as he had shown me pictures of the way babygirls dressed. Often they would wear onesies in adult sizes and d
iapers (also in adult sizes).
Although this would weird a lot of people out, it didn't bother me in the least. Daddy didn't want me to wear a diaper, it wasn't his thing. Daddy also didn't want me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with.
Between my own research, things Daddy would tell me and time spent together I quickly found the things that we both liked and thing we both needed.
Orgasms were what I loved, and Daddy, unlike other men, had no trouble giving them to me.
Daddy's wants and needs were a bit more complicated, but were nothing I was uncomfortable exploring myself.
At the heart of it, Daddy just liked being Daddy. He liked being the carer, giving love and looking after me. Although he did like younger women, hence the woman I had seen him with that first night at the pub, he also liked women his own age.
As things grew between us too, I did ask about other girls. Apparently Daddy wasn't seeing anyone else. He was a one woman man, besides, he was pretty busy with work and he was aware of his own fetish interests potentially being difficult for others to deal with.
His interests, though, didn't feel that weird. He only wanted to take care of me and to be called Daddy. Sometimes, if I wanted to, I could wear pretty girly clothes and do colouring, but I didn't have to. I didn't have to do anything at all. He liked me for me.
The more we dated though, the more we fell into a pattern. The pattern of sips and shots.
I would take sips of Daddy in the daylight hours at university then I would take shots in private in his own home or in various places around Galway where we would meet - and hope that we didn't run into anyone who would report our relationship or the things we were doing all over Galway.
Our relationship was growing quickly. After only two weeks we both knew it wasn't just a bit of fun on the side. We both knew this was something. But how to navigate that when we already weren't supposed to be doing what we were doing? What would we do when I went home?
The thought of leaving him was hard to bare, then something happened that made me not want to go home ever again.
I had finally gotten onto my university about changing my major and they had agreed to have a phone conversation about the change. The representative said she had a bunch of questions for me and that she needed to know some things before she even considered changing my major for me.