I was 20 we had been chatting for a while, and had exchanged photos. When he had said he wanted to meet I had a sudden anxiety come over me. He instructed me what to wear, how to wear my hair and had said I was to address him openly as Daddy when we met. He said to come quickly and meet him and sent an address to a sex shop about 25 min from my house. I wore a blue dress, tight that held my breast in place, it was short enough to where it touched the top of my thigh but long enough to where I could squat without being fully exposed I was nervous because I have never been a skinny girl not fat really but definitely not skinny, and my large bottom and thighs were tucked in the dress for the first time in my life with no underwear. My thick dark curly hair still damp from showering and conditioning. I remember the anxiety and excitement like it was yesterday. I drove as fast as I could in my little Toyota and saw a large black pickup truck. It was about 10am in the morning so the parking lot was empty. I had called in sick to work to meet him. I got out of the car and so did he. He was about 15 years my senior, tall, heavy set, and still handsome. He owned used car lots and carried himself with a confidence that was enchanting. “Hi babygirl”
I smiled with my cheeks a flamed and responded quietly in a voice I almost didn’t recognize as my own, “hi daddy”. We embraced and he guided me into the shop, I was quiet the entire time almost invisible had his hand not reminded me I existed as it rested on the small of my back. He bought two toys, a vibrator and a large dildo, so big my heart sunk a little with fear. He held the door as o climbed into his beautiful truck. I sat in the passenger seat and he asked are you wearing panties? “No Sir” I replied. He said “good girl, open your legs for daddy”. I complied and he reached over and rubbed my already wet clot and stuck his fingers deep inside me. “ you are happy to see daddy aren’t you”? “Yes Sir” i replied again. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and said “cleaned them” I suvked my juices off his fingers and just the sensation of sucking made me more aroused. And then he surprised me by sticking his fingers in to the back of my throat. I gagged for a moment he removed his fingers and wiped them on my dress and said again, “good girl”. I found courage to ask him, “Daddy, may I kiss you please”
He stalled for a moment, and replied, “ you may” I got close to him and kissed him passionately he pulled me closer to him and then pushed me away, hard, so hard I almost hit the door. I wasn’t sure if I had done something wrong but I squeaked out a timid “ thank you sir”. He told me to put on my seatbelt and we rode to a nearby hotel. We got to the room, he sat his bag down and asked me to strip down. “Yes sir” I complied, he said he needed to take a shower, as he took his clothes he told me to lay down on the bathroom floor and finger myself. This was actually embarrassing, I didn’t like the feeling of dirty, and I thought of how many peoples feet may have been on that floor. It looked clean and it was a nice hotel room but my throat felt a slight gagging sensation as I thought of people peeing on the floor or who knows what else, so I kind of, turned my mind of and laid there naked, fingering myself. Almost in a trance, until I heard the water cut off and he instructed me. That’s enough, go to the room and wait. I went to the room and waited in on a kneeling position with my hands laying open on my knees as we had discussed before. When he walked out, he was fully dressed with a belt draped over his shoulder he. I was confused. I had assumed we had come here to have sex. He sat on the bed and beckoned come, I crawled to him and kneeled before him, he reached out and thoughts my breast gently then grabbed my nipples and twisted gently at first, which made me feel as if it explode, then suddenly pulled them hard and said, “stand up” as he guided me by pulling my nipples. It was painful. He told me that he wanted to spank me, and there were rules. That with each hit I was to count and say. “Thank you daddy” he asked me did I understand. In my mind I was afraid a little and wondering if maybe I should have told him I had limits instead of the response, “whatever you want daddy”. He had me lay across the bed and he stood over me with his hand on my back an then it began. It was shocking, each stroke stunned me and pulled me into reality as I tried to escape in my mind, I responded as I was told, but wiggled underneath the strong hold of his hand, I thought when we reached ten it was over, but then twenty, and finally at thirty I had some tears dripping from my eyes and slobber filled my mouth he reached down and gently rubbed the wells and said “good girl”. Still crying a little he pulled me into his chest and wrapped me with a big hug. He told me to lay on the bed and spread my legs. He then used the vibrator on my clit. A new sensation replaced pain as I tightened my bottom and thrust the air and wetness gushed out of me over and over again. My body fell limp and I thought it was over. Open your legs again, he instructed again applying the vibrator to my clot this time trying to thrust the dildo in, but it hurt, it was to big. “Daddy, it hurts” I cried out he grabbed my breast and pulled and laughed a little and said you big baby. He stopped as it would not fit. Looked at his watch and told me to get dressed. I did. Then we walked down to the car my pussy and thighs still a little wet. And he drove me to my car and gave me the vibrator and dildo. Daddy is going to have you practice with these, I want to stretch my baby girls pussy out. “Yes sir” I replied. He kissed my forehead, and asked me did I have fun,” yes sir” I replied. As I drove off fear began to grip me what did it mean to be stretched out? What was going to happen? Who would I become? How disgusting and desperate was I to meet a man and trust him so much. My bottom was sore. And then I did the worst thing. I blocked him on my phone I threw away the evidence. I succumbed to my fear, because all I could think was anything could have happened to me. What was I thinking. And I locked the memory away and I tried to bury it.