My whole life I grew up hearing that I had "Daddy-Issues". See, I never really knew my father, he left my mom and I when I was very young. I only saw him a few times after that. Even though I never really knew what it was like to ever have a real father/daughter relationship I guess some of the signs were there. I fucked a lot of guys. I don't deny that. I don't even know why I did it sometimes. I really did just love sex but maybe there were some underlying factors at play...

 

When I was in my early 20s, my dad contacted me on Facebook and told me he'd like to meet with me and talk. He said I could pick the time and place and only if I was comfortable with it. I didn't really hold any personal hard feelings towards the guy, I didn't even know him. Maybe it was just pure curiosity but I agreed to meet him the next week at a bar by my house. I tried not to stalk his Facebook too much but I did notice his profile picture. He wasn't bad looking for an older guy.

 

When the day finally came to meet with him I was very nervous. When I got to the bar I saw him over in a booth. I sat down and we both ordered drinks. It was kind of awkward to begin with and we just talked about small things like the weather and traffic. We had another drink. And another. By the time we were both buzzed we were now talking real shit. He told me how beautiful he thought I was and said he always knew I would grow up to be a little hottie. I couldn't help but smile and blush. He told me about his life and his reasons for why he did what he did and while he knew he could never make up for all that, he hoped I was happy. Which I was, it was nice to hear the whole story from him now though. I told him a little about myself and he hung onto every word. He was really interested in how I was doing.

 

A few more drinks in, and we were starting to feel it. The truths about everything were now out there. He would apologize to me and I'd tell him about what it was like to grow up without a father and how it affects my relationships. He kept staring at me and telling me how gorgeous he thought I was and that I'll find a really nice guy someday. It was hard to stay mad at him.

 

When it was time to leave we both agreed to stay in touch and that we'd be ok with meeting again. He asked where I lived and I told him it was just a few blocks from the bar. He insisted he walk me home, which I was ok with since it was late. When we got to my apartment we hugged at the door. He held me tight and I couldn't help but think this was all I ever wanted all along. I asked if he wanted to come upstairs for a bit and he agreed.

 

I got us some more alcohol and we chatted for another hour or so. I sat close to him on the couch and rested my head on him. He kissed the top of my head and that was it. I lifted my face to his and planted a kiss on his lips. He was a little taken aback but he didn't get up. His hand brushed my hair back and pulled me in again. Our lips locked again and our tongues danced together. We made out for a few minutes and I could tell things were going to go further. Both of our hearts were racing and our hands were all over each other. It didn't feel wrong, it just felt exhilarating! He didn't seem like my dad, he seemed like a nice older guy that I just had an amazing date with! He was hot, I was horny and I didn't care because I was so drunk. I got his cock out and into my mouth before he could have second thoughts. He wasn't going to stop me now. I went to town on his shaft and he was hard as a rock. His dick was beautiful too! I felt his hand on my head as I bobbed up and down on him. He told me this was so wrong and we'd both be fucked if my mom ever found out. I popped him out of my mouth for a second to say "Then we just won't tell her about this Daddy". His head flew back in pleasure as I continued my blowjob. His loud moan made it clear that he loved hearing me say "Daddy". It made my pussy tingle as well.

 

After a while of me sucking his cock he said to me "Where's your bedroom Baby?" I got up and lead him down the hallway to my room. He sat on my bed as I stripped for him. He stroked himself watching me dance then I touched my wet pussy. His eyes were fixed on my fingers, fucking myself for him. I held out my hand and he licked my wetness off. He laid back on the bed as I straddled him. My lips spread around his thick cock, coating it in my juices. Then without using any hands, he found himself inside of me. We took a moment to enjoy what was happening before I started riding him. Our bodies synchronized in rhythm as I was taken to my first orgasm. When I came down from that high he positioned himself behind me. I'd never felt like this with any other guy in my life. It was like he knew what I was thinking and I knew what he wanted. It was so hard to disregard the fact that there was more of a connection than just any other guy.

 

He entered me from behind and gripped my hips. He pulled me in deep with each thrust. Every time his cock filled me up I felt a little bolt of pleasure. I called out "Fuck me!" and he gave me a little spank. "Fuck me!" I shouted again. He smacked me a little harder. "Yeah, fuck me Daddy! Harder!" A few more spanks followed then he gripped my shoulder and pounded my little hole harder and harder! I reached my second orgasm quickly! His thrusts came in double time with my cum covering him. He told me he was about to cum so I flipped over and opened my mouth. He pumped himself only 2 or 3 times before he exploded all over me. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned up every drop I could.

 

I lay in my bed, exhausted and covered in my dads sticky mess. He took a second himself then began putting his clothes back on. He told me how good that was and that we definitely had to do it again. I could barely speak but I managed to nod my head and smile at him.

 

He stayed for only a few minutes afterwards but it was ok. We made plans to meet again the next day. We skipped the small talk and headed straight for my place.