Just Call Me Daddy

It had been ten months since Adrian died, and Alice had thought of him very little lately. She barely thought of anything most days; things were easier that way. Most days were the same; coffee in her favorite cafe, some Montreal exploration, then work and usually a sexual conquest. They were no longer good fucks; in fact, Alice had decided that most men didn't know what they were doing.
On this particular day — April 10, 2014 — Alice was daydreaming, not something she often did anymore. She'd just finished her cup of coffee, pretty much the only thing she enjoyed lately; it took her a little longer because she was thinking about her lover the night before. She didn't normally refer to them as lovers, but this one was exceptional.
Alice was working like she did most nights when she saw him. She knew two things about college students - they spent about ninety percent of their disposable income on partying, and, they tipped well. Especially when she rubbed her voluptuous titties on their shoulders or put them in their faces. However, on April 9th, she noticed a man standing out of the crowd of obnoxious college boys. This man looked familiar to her, but she didn't know why. He was not sitting in her section, so she paid fifty bucks to her girlfriend to serve his table. He was sitting alone, but didn't look lonely; nor did he appear to be fishing for college pussy. He couldn't be a professor; they were all dirty pigs.
She sat down beside the mystery man and immediately recognized him; "Hey Mister Limo Driver can I get you something thick and hard to drink?"
"Hey, Prom Girl! What are you doing in a place like this?"
"I work here sugar, you wanna be my daddy tonight?”
"Prom Girl, you've been in my dreams for the last year. Your place or mine?"
"Your place daddy. Give me a few minutes to cash out baby.
It turned out Mr Limo Driver owned several properties across Canada, but he liked this one most. He rented them out to tourists; he didn't really need to drive a limousine, but he enjoyed it. His house was a beautiful Victorian home on Saint Louis Square. Alice had never seen anything so eloquent. It reminded her of the hotel room she and Adrian had defiled. That was the best sex she had ever had; well, she didn't know that Mr. Limo Driver was about to top it.
Mister Limo Driver didn't waste time. He poured them each a glass of Vintage Bordeaux, dimmed the lights and put on some music. When their glasses were empty, he suggested they took a shower. His shower was massive; it was the size of her bedroom at her parents house. She missed her parents but now was definitely not the time to think of them. She didn't want to kill the mood. The shower made her feel like royalty; it was all marble with solid brass fixtures and so many bench areas. One had waterproof cushions which she thought was a bit odd - until he showed her why they were there.
Their shower was more romantic than she'd anticipated, he had these super soft shower cloths which he used to wash her down, every bit of her. When they first got into the shower she was a bit intimidated by the size of his cock; flaccid it was longer and thicker than any other she'd ever seen. She'd seen a really thick cock in a porno once and it was ugly and veiny. Not this cock. It was smooth. It was beautiful. The whole time he was washing her she was waiting for him to drive his thick manhood into her pretty little pussy - but he didn't. Mister Limo Driver took his time, washed her slowly and sensually, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world. The more she anticipated his thick member parting her pussy the more anxious she got. Not a bad anxious, it was making her wet, the sensation of every single touch made her quiver. Finally, when he could tell she couldn't hold herself any longer he picked her up and placed her on the cushioned bench she noticed before. She was expecting the uncomfortable penetration of his cock but instead he shoved his tongue deep inside her hole. She had no time to think about how it felt, in an instant she was squirming and writhing. She gushed for the first time ever, all over his face. After washing her juices off, they put on the softest robes she has ever felt and he took her to another room. This room was small in size but not uncomfortable, instead very cozy. There were luscious fabrics draped on the walls, shag carpet on the floor and a massage table in the center. Off to the side was a table with some candles, oils and lotions. He took a remote out of the drawer and put on Barry White then he lit the candles. Mister Limo Driver approached Alice and slid the robe off her shoulders. She was surprised that the room was warm, but not obnoxiously hot. He led her to the massage table, and she compliantly got on, no words were exchanged. She didn't know what was coming next, all she knew was her knees were still weak from his tongue, and that was less than two minutes.
She lay on the table naked and vulnerable; he was gone for what seemed an eternity. Finally, she felt his hands on her feet then moving up her legs slowly to her inner thigh. His hands were warm, the oil was warm and it was a smell that was making her even more horny than she already was. His hands stopped in her inner thighs just before he reached her pussy. He could feel the warmth and moistness; he resisted the urge to put his fingers deep inside her. Next Mister Limo Driver moved to her shoulders, down her arms to her finger tips; then down her back. When he got to her lower back, he moved to her perfect ass, making sure it was extra oiled. He gave her the motion to move to her back and repeated the ritual; making sure to not touch her pussy and caressing her tits to the point where her eyes started to roll. Then he stopped.
Alice rolled to her side and propped herself onto her elbow. She had a smile on her face, not a regular smile, one of complete ecstasy. As she lay there naked she asked him "What's your name anyway?"
"Well that would take away the mystery Prom Girl. You should just call me Daddy."
She looked at him with complete excitement, "Okay Daddy, you gonna fuck your little Prom Girl?"
"Not yet, but definitely."

After the massage room Daddy and Alice made their way to a theater room. Alice wondered what was in store for her, was he going to fuck her now?
Daddy led Alice to a loveseat in the middle of the room. It was a large red velvet semi-circle. They laid down, next to each other, he caressed every inch of her body with his lips and tongue. Alice came three times just from his kiss. He was careful not to let his lips touch her pussy or nipples. But, he kissed and licked and sucked everywhere else. He even trailed his fingers down parts of her body and face which sent the most amazing sensation deep into her soul. When they were done, he took her to the kitchen so they could fuel their bodies for more.

The kitchen was, like everything else in the home, beautiful. But not just beautiful; it was comfortable, sensual, inspiring. Daddy really knew what he was doing set the mood. He fed her kiwi, and strawberries, and passion fruit. She had never been fed like this; he was feeding her, but she didn't feel helpless, instead she felt like the most powerful woman who has ever existed. Yeah, he knew what he was doing! The way Daddy gazed into her eyes while strategically placing each piece of fruit into her mouth made her melt, it made her wet. Again. She could taste each flavor more than she has ever been able to before. Alice didn't want this night to end.

After they had fed their souls, Daddy took Alice to the bedroom. When she entered the room, she saw a four poster bed with drapery. The bed coverings were deep red, burgundy, and gold. Everything in his home was meant to inspire sensuality. The decor of the room matched the bed coverings and the wood of the bed itself. Alice didn't know what kind of wood it was, but she thought it was beautiful.
The ambiance of the room was perfect; the lighting was just right, the music was at the perfect level and the smell - the entire house smelled like the perfect garden. Daddy gently slipped the robe off Alice's shoulders and slowly laid her on the bed, so sensually it made her quiver. She knew this was it, she was going to feel his huge cock inside her. She was anticipating it all night long; she was just as excited and afraid as she has been from the moment she began this experience.
Alice lay there, naked, a little afraid but excited. She never felt so comfortable naked before, she never felt so comfortable with fear. She didn't want this night to end. As Daddy laid next to Alice ran his finger tips down her cheek, down her neck and around her breasts while maintaining eye contact with her; he had a strong, animalistic gaze which built the sexual tension. Maintaining his gaze, he brought his lips closer to hers while slowly and playfully moving his fingers down her body. Just before his lips touched hers, he had paused; she could feel his sweet breath on her lips, and his fingers circling her belly button. Then down to her inner thighs where he caressed and let the tension build. When he sensed she couldn't take it any longer, when she was about to cum again, he pressed his lips against hers with a controlled force, putting three fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy. She had never came like that from a mans fingers. She was so incredibly turned on she forgot her fears of receiving his huge hard cock.
Her eyes were still rolled back into her head, her body still quivering she was still in a trance of ecstasy; she didn't even notice him roll her over to her left side. But then she felt it, the thickest cock she has ever felt and it was buried deep inside her. She thought it would be uncomfortable, and maybe it would have been if he hadn't have been so magical all night, so perfect. Instead of making her cry, instead of his cock making her uncomfortable it drove her into a deeper state of ecstasy. She let out a whimper, but not the kind you let out when you dislike something; this was a whimper she only heard in porn, the kind she thought was fake. How could a single man make a woman feel so alive, so powerful, and yet so dependent and weak?
She was expecting Daddy to fuck her hard and fast like every other man or boy, she had been with. But he didn't he fucked her perfectly, slowly but not too slow. Just right. She felt herself cumming every two or so minutes. How was this even possible? They fucked for what seemed like an eternity, every so often he would take his cock out of her pussy, burying his face deep where his cock had been. He wanted to please her, without any expectations of reciprocation. Tonight was about her.
When he would take his tongue out of her throbbing pussy she could see the glisten of her juices on his face. And, as he came closer to her, Alice could smell herself all over him and she would feel that unholy massive cock going back into her. She couldn't understand, each time, how it didn't hurt; she knew she was tight, and her pussy was soar. She just wasn't feeling that, she was only feeling the ecstasy.
After an hour and a half of him plunging his cock and his tongue deep inside her Daddy stopped. He looked a little ashamed, but tried to hide it. Normally when a man did something like this Alice would feel really self-conscious, used, and vulnerable. But not this time. This time she was feeling part curiosity of what was coming next, part excitement, a part compassion. It was all something she had never felt before. All of it. The entire night. If it was over, she thought, she had the best experience of her life so far; and perhaps forever. But she didn't want it to be over, she didn't want this night to end. But it was over.
He kissed Alice on the forehead and told her he would never forget this night, "Thank you," he said to her as he took her by the hand to the shower. "You shower, I will get us something to eat.". Alice had a nice long shower. Still in a state she has never been in before; still quivering and feeling satisfied. Previously, she was with three men who didn't cum; each time she felt displeased, guilty, useless. But not this time, he didn't cum, but she could tell Daddy was content.
When she was done her shower she noticed a towel and another robe he had left for her. She dried herself and put on the robe and went into the kitchen where he was. When she entered the kitchen, he had a colorful spread of fruits and vegetables laid out for her and orange juice. They sat there, in silence, not uncomfortable silence, contentment. Finally, he spoke, "I have never felt so alive. Thank you.".
"Thank you Daddy."
"Actually it's Paul. I hope you don't think I am a scum bag, but I am married. If I hurt you, I am sorry. I needed to feel young again."
Alice had been with married men before, a couple of times, it always made her feel guilty; maybe because those men were actually scumbags. Who knew. Not Da... Paul, despite his honesty, she felt even better. More content. More alive than she ever felt before. Maybe it was because he just made her higher than she has ever been simply by touching her, by making her feel special. "My name is Alice," she said with a smile.

Paul drove Alice home. They both knew they would never see each other again but still there was no awkwardness or shame about their departure. He put her hand into his and thanked her again then got out of his car, opened her door and walked her to her front door, like a gentleman. He kissed her forehead and wished her the best life she ever wanted.

As he drove away, she couldn't understand how someone could be so fierce, yet so kind. How a man could make a woman feel like a whore and a queen in the same moment. She thought to herself, that what she wants just drove away but she wasn't sad about it at all.