There is quite a bit more to this story but I’m going to tell you people the short yet hot version.

This actually makes a lot of sense. I was once fucked by an extremely dominant daddy who I had just met in somebodys living room. Within minutes, like when you blank off into space then kinda zone back in, I was on my knees midway through sucking his cock. With a whimper I begged if he could fuck me. He said yeah and told me to get on my stomach. For some reason I was little nervous about him getting on top of me from behind so I started protesting a little that I wanted to be fucked missionary, he said no, so I asked again, and this time he sternly responded with a “if you don’t lay on your stomach I’m not going to fuck you” I hesitantly but quickly got on my stomach. I was so tight that he had difficulty getting it in for a while. Eventually he broke the seal and started going to town. His strokes were strong with a good rhythm, I was screaming in ecstasy just feeling his rock hard cock slam down into my tight little pussy, and after a while he said that he was going to cum. Suddenly I was the dominant one and told him to cum deep inside of me, he seemed almost taken aback and surprised, the look on his face made me feel so powerful. He let out a big yell and it was over for now. I rolled on my back and he laid on top of me. I was caressing his hair and face, and suddenly we just started making out so deeply and passionately. I had done something to him, because we just locked eyes for a long time and kissed and whispered little things to eachother. He eventually went out on the porch to smoke a cigarette, and when he came back he told me to hop on his cock and ride him. I complied and went to town. We then switched it up to doggie and I guess I was seriously impressing him with my solid bounce backs because he was just saying like “oh my god” and started asking people around the room if they had ever seen anything like this before?!? When we were finally done, he told me that we were going to start seeing eachother regularly, And gave me a really deep passionate kiss, then just held my cheek and we looked into eachothers eyes for a while. I don’t know how but I could just tell that I had made a serious impression on this guy and that he wanted nothing more then to make me his wife. Suddenly the party host, who was kind of jealous, shooed him out the door when he was asking for my number, and that was the last time I ever saw him. The host refused to give me his number because he said that I would never come over again if he gave it to me. This was nearly 10 years ago but I still think about him often and I get extremely turned on just thinking about the whole experience. I really do think that if that relationship was able to grow, I would be HIS little slut right now that he adored and wanted.