hi, i'm honey and this refers to my second story here on gws. it requires place a couple of months back, shortly after my 18th birthday.
about me really quick: I am 18 now, still in senior high school, star student at a small nerdy school, 5'5", long brown hair, super pale skin, tiny waist, big hips, 32 C tits, lovely ass- at the very least I believe so! the story takes place about this past year, very shortly after i turned 18.
this really is gonna be really long, but I do believe if you'd prefer Daddy doms like i do, you're going to be happy!
once I was 17, i worked as a hostess contained in this fancy ass restaurant. our clientele were mostly old people but there are sometimes older guys who was available in wearing suits and having dinner with beautiful dates or business associates. or maybe these were gay dates? I really don't fuckin know. anyway i hated my job, except for like three coworkers and something or two customers- as well as the light of my entire life, michael murphy. as a hostess i obviously must be nice to any or all the purchasers and flirt a large amount. i detested it, although not with mr murphy- I must say I liked him as a person and he helped me really happy as he came in that has been often. he always came in together with business dinners with other guys in suits.
so i flirted with him a large amount and then we got along great. it failed to occur to me until I happened to be about to quit (i was turning 18 and decided to be a waitress at an alternative restaurant for this $$$) that I may have a crush on him. well a giant crush. and possibly a planet sized sexual attraction. yeah.
the primary reason I did not realize it really is that mr murphy... he's old! I found myself on the cusp of 18 and then he was probably 40 plus! he had salt and pepper hair, always wore a suit, he was a great deal taller than me, a whole lot older, much more mature. if anything he seemed like a dad! my coworker jenny, a waitress, put it during my head that maybe i wanted him as a "daddy" and wow! it was something I would never considered before but right when she said it, it made perfect sense...
so with each week . 5 left of work i debated what to do. he came in about once or twice each week and so I knew i'd see him again, but I found myself scared shitless of how to handle it, if anything. once i realized my crush i became obsessed... i fantasized about accidentally calling him "daddy" and slipping him my number. I found myself terrified of seeing him, scared i would behave like a crazy person.
I found myself working, my second to last day- a friday. he previouslyn't can be found in over the last 9 days and i was scared I would personallyn't see him before i left for good. i somehow were able to not behave like a nut when he did can be found in (maybe i giggled an excessive amount of, sue me) but i was also too scared to offer him my number, despite the fact that he mentioned simply how much he would miss me once I happened to be gone. i just stood at the podium stealing glances at him. i fixated on his hands. so tan and mature and strong. in which he looked so excellent in his grey suit... i imagined him wanting me too, wanting me so badly which he didn't even take off his suit before filling me up together with his cock... i imagined his hands in possession of me...
sadly though, even though I became getting wet right there in the restaurant, I did not say anything besides, "i'm gonna miss you mr murphy!" after that, i went on break and hid. I did not see him leave, and he was gone once I came ultimately back.
this is where girl chat my coworker came through in my situation. jenny wasnt a close friend of mine, but she was some of those girls you can always depend on, among those loudmouth girls who will do or say anything. while i was hiding, she wrote my number down on his receipt and told him I needed to see him but was too pussy to inform him that myself. I experienced no clue until he texted me!
a couple of days after my last day at the restaurant, I managed to get a text from an unknown number. it absolutely was mr murphy! well, specifically it said "hello this really is michael." michael! i never even seriously considered his first name... we texted a small bit, he texted like a grownup. no other way to place it! he used punctuation and everything. it actually was so funny in my opinion. like texting another person's dad... anyway he hadnt texted us to chat; he wished to get together. I found myself super busy with finals and birthday plans but i told him i could get together about fourteen days from the time he texted me.
two weeks passed in a blur along with no contact and I also texted him again to find out if he had been still interested in me. the way he texted was type of curt, and so I kind of felt like he maybe failed to really want to see me. i was too obsessed not to ever pursue him though, so we made intends to grab drinks together on a friday night.
i was a ball of fuckin nerves looking forward to that night... I possibly couldn't determine what to put on, i http://www.freecamstars.com/ focused on dealing with drunk, whether i'd seem stupid. even though I happened to be worrying all about all this work I really couldn't have the image of his hands away from my head! god! three weeks hence, I would never even thought of ANYONE as a "daddy" and today he had been in my head 24/7.
a couple of hours to visit until I found myself to meet michael in the bar. I made a decision on this soft pink dress we have. it does not reveal much, but it hugs me tightly, showing off my tits and ass. I needed to place my hair in 2 ponytails but decided merely to tie it back and put a tiny bit pink bow. i liked to think i appeared as if a princess, and thus needless to say i started fantasizing about michael calling me Princess, and me calling him Daddy... i ended up touching myself a little... i wound up making myself come twice before i realized I happened to be gonna be late if I did not leave soon!
I found myself much calmer in the drive over than I got expected, probably still satisfied from my two orgasms. michael was already there once I arrived. he was wearing a button down shirt and a tie, and there was a blazer on the back of his chair- he was gonna kill me with this suit and tie nonsense! we hugged briefly along with his cologne got me drunk, i swear. he smelled so good. and he looked perfect. he looked like a fantastic Daddy. I needed to be naughty and make him punish me, spank me (there is my obsession together with hands again!).
we sat down in 2 comfortable chairs in a quiet part of the bar. it absolutely was a deeply classy place, and i felt away from place- until i thought to myself, hey you're his Princess in which he ties in here which means you do too! i drank burgandy or merlot wine and then he drank something strong and manly... to be truthful i'm not sure just what it was. scotch? I am not a big drinker.
conversation was easy. we didn't drink too much, so we did not have to. i loved conversing with him- he was really fuckin funny, and that I was back at my humor game too. it actually was one particular conversations that just keeps going, and leaves you feeling packed with happiness. sooner or later he asked why I am called Honey. i laughed and said, "oh i have a dozen stories about this, all lies. what kind of lie want to hear?"
"do you have a hot version?"
i laughed again, kinda nervous now. "sort of... sexual, not really sexy."
"let's hear it then Honey."
"well maybe once I was a sophomore in senior school I became scared to visit down back at my boyfriend... so maybe he put honey on his thing to encourage me...?" THING? WHO CALLS IT THAT? god i sounded like a little girl...
michael laughed, i guess he noticed that idiosyncrasy too... but he didn't have a look at me like a psycho, there clearly was just this funny try looking in his eyes like I found myself a youngster, a young child who didnt know any single thing. which i am, a young child I am talking about. to him at the least.
given that he'd steered the conversation this way, i started planning on him sexually again. the images wouldn't leave my head and that I had a hard time concentrating. he started behaving more possessively of me, putting a hand on my shoulder, stroking my knee.
while the night wore on we eventually had a tremendously frank conversation about where this whole thing was going. i told him i was trying to find something casual, and then he said he was at the same time. i was so scared to say something that might put him off, thus I'm really lucky he started asking me specific questions regarding everything I wanted.
"you realize just how much older I will be than you? that we clearly cannot be together as a critical couple?"
"yes," i said.
"Honey, stop me if this allows you to uncomfortable, but I believe you are a tremendously beautiful girl. I really want you, but really don't think about you as someone I possibly could be serious with... i want to treat you right, though. and I also wish to satisfy you."
"oh! that sounds advisable that you me." my eyes grew wide... was he going where I imagined he had been going...?
he leaned in closer with just a bit of a devilish try looking in his eyes: "just what do you say to an experiment? I am going to take you home and now we'll see what works for us."
i smiled brightly and told him that sounded great! he taken care of our drinks and then we went outside. he touched my face and guided my lips to his and kissed me very very gently- like I happened to be a fragile thing. as he released me i gasped for air. i felt like just a little girl, like I became learning everything all over again. i was so happy! and thus wet. already, just from a kiss!
he walked me to my car and kissed me again. this time he cupped my tits and traced my curves with those amazing hands. gentle but firm. I found myself desperate for much more i bit his lip- he pulled back immediately and looked at me like I happened to be in huge trouble!
"did i say you can hurt me?"
"no Daddy!" OH WOW WAY TO SEEM LIKE A CRAZY PERSON HONEY I HOPE YOURE HAPPY
but he just opted for it. he smirked a bit but a cloud went over his face- he had been angry again... I got made a blunder. "little girls USUALLY DO NOT hurt their Daddies. do you really realize that?"
i knew I became in trouble then. i looked at him with wide eyes and merely nodded.
"are you sorry, Honey?"
"yes Daddy... i'm so sorry!"
"you will likely be punished. do you understand that, Honey?"
"yes!"
"but i won't be tonight, litttle lady. no, you crossed a line tonight. thus I'll be seeing you in each week. don't contact me. i contact you, can you understand?"
"daddy please I am sorry!"
he looked like he was gonna smack me! he looked fuckin furious. he informed me just to go right home, of course we planned to see me again he'd inform me. so... I did so. needless to say he did text me within that week, and now we did go on after that, but he established right there that he was in charge and i were to obey him. it had been a fantastic relationship... i miss my Daddy now from writing this! he's the sole man i've ever submitted to in this way; I believe he changed me and awoke that in me. various other sexual encounters I could assume control, but with my Daddy, ha! that will never happen. and it makes me melt.
anyway, we have more written, does anyone want to see it? i also have a picture of myself I would post if there's interest!
love, Honey
ps: edit: this story continues here! https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2qikwf/first_time_with_my_new_daddy_mf_domsub_tiny_bit/
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