The Man at the Bar
I was drunk, Daddy. To be honest, I'm not sure I can give you every detail of how it happened. The night lives in my head in clips, segments. Bare skin, pulled hair, the taste of his cum. I'll do my best to put it all together.
I was at the bar with a girlfriend. We'd already been out drinking and this was the last stop. We sat next to two men here on business and started chatting. The one right next to me looked down my top immediately and seemed to enjoy the brand of sassiness that comes from my lips after hours of drinking. We flirted unabashedly, finding more and more reasons to touch each other as we spoke. When we left, my girlfriend - who was too busy on her phone all night to notice what was happening - got into her Uber as I was getting into mine. But he stopped me. He asked if I would come to his hotel room just across the street. I just had to, Daddy. He was handsome, with nice brown skin and mischievous eyes. Just my type!
Unfortunately, this is where it starts to get hazy. I remember him lunging at my lips as soon as the door closed. He didn't seem like the type to have many encounters like this. My clothes came off quickly, as did his, and he pushed me onto the bed on my back. I'm so glad you've taught me to carry condoms. "Better to have and not need then need and not have" you told me. We used all three of them. He wasn't as forceful as I like my men to be, but he obliged when I begged him to slap my face. He had a nice cock with a thick head, and was shaved. And a tight, sexy ass. I remember him saying it was from being an avid cyclist.
The rest, I'm not entirely sure. I know I rode him in reverse cowgirl for a while. He took me from behind and gave me a couple tame spanks. He came in my mouth once and tasted bitter. It was a big load, like maybe he hadn't cum in a few days. Oh yes, and right at the end he was on top of me and told me to tell him all about my marriage. He wanted to hear about this freedom my husband gives me to fuck other men. He fucked me harder as I told him that you are the best lover I've ever had, Daddy. That all of this was not some shady running around out of desperation to be touched, but instead something encouraged because you love me. I remember him looking intrigued, and confused, and aroused by it all. I'm not sure he's had any experience like this, and he moaned loudly when he came. I came too, but it was for you.
I left him lying there on the bed, half passed out and got into my Uber. I remember thinking that you would be so proud of me. I love you, Daddy.
I was at the bar with a girlfriend. We'd already been out drinking and this was the last stop. We sat next to two men here on business and started chatting. The one right next to me looked down my top immediately and seemed to enjoy the brand of sassiness that comes from my lips after hours of drinking. We flirted unabashedly, finding more and more reasons to touch each other as we spoke. When we left, my girlfriend - who was too busy on her phone all night to notice what was happening - got into her Uber as I was getting into mine. But he stopped me. He asked if I would come to his hotel room just across the street. I just had to, Daddy. He was handsome, with nice brown skin and mischievous eyes. Just my type!
Unfortunately, this is where it starts to get hazy. I remember him lunging at my lips as soon as the door closed. He didn't seem like the type to have many encounters like this. My clothes came off quickly, as did his, and he pushed me onto the bed on my back. I'm so glad you've taught me to carry condoms. "Better to have and not need then need and not have" you told me. We used all three of them. He wasn't as forceful as I like my men to be, but he obliged when I begged him to slap my face. He had a nice cock with a thick head, and was shaved. And a tight, sexy ass. I remember him saying it was from being an avid cyclist.
The rest, I'm not entirely sure. I know I rode him in reverse cowgirl for a while. He took me from behind and gave me a couple tame spanks. He came in my mouth once and tasted bitter. It was a big load, like maybe he hadn't cum in a few days. Oh yes, and right at the end he was on top of me and told me to tell him all about my marriage. He wanted to hear about this freedom my husband gives me to fuck other men. He fucked me harder as I told him that you are the best lover I've ever had, Daddy. That all of this was not some shady running around out of desperation to be touched, but instead something encouraged because you love me. I remember him looking intrigued, and confused, and aroused by it all. I'm not sure he's had any experience like this, and he moaned loudly when he came. I came too, but it was for you.
I left him lying there on the bed, half passed out and got into my Uber. I remember thinking that you would be so proud of me. I love you, Daddy.
6 years ago
