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I settled back in my seat of the airplane and let out a sigh. I was nervous.The man next to me asked, “First time flying?”I smiled politely. I had flown several times, beginning when I was four. I was now 27. “No,” I responded, “just a lot on my mind.”He smiled back at me and asked, “Traveling for work or pleasure?”I considered his question. I hoped to get a lot of pleasure from the trip. “Work,” I lied. I didn’t know this guy, and I couldn’t take any chances. He may know my husband.The stranger nodded. “Well, I hope whatever has you so anxious goes well. Enjoy the flight!”I put in my earbuds, found some music to listen to, and tried to relax. A million thoughts crossed my mind. What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good in bed? He is much more experienced than I am. My husband and I started dating when I was fifteen, and I had never been with anyone else. I also worried that I looked different in the hundreds of pictures and videos I had shared, than I did in person.The plane rocked and forced my mind away from my nervous thoughts, and to the benwa balls that he asked me to put in my pussy at the airport. The turbulence shifted the balls, and I was suddenly very aware of how wet I was. That was the point, though. That’s what he wanted. “B,” that’s what I have grown to refer to him as. When I talk to my friends, that’s what I call him. That’s what his contact information is under in my phone. B. But when I talk to him, I just call him Daddy.I met daddy on Lush. I’m so attracted to him. He has dark hair with dark, commanding eyes. He looks really tall, with şişli escort a strong chest. Plus, he has a cock that literally makes my mouth water. Outside of being so attracted to his physical appearance, daddy has helped me through a tough time in my marriage.My husband isn’t always a nice guy. I’m not allowed to have friends or do things I like. My husband also isn’t very adventurous in bed. I’m at a time in my life when I want to try new things. Be spontaneous. Have multiple orgasms. I want to experience bondage, a threesome, and fully submitting to someone.Daddy played out a lot of these fantasies with me. So, I couldn’t pass it up when I had the opportunity to meet him in person. I would arrive around 10:00 AM, and we would be together 48 straight hours before I had to get back to the airport. My head swam with possibilities. He is the type of guy who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go for it. I can’t stop anticipating what the next couple of days might involve.I glanced at my watch. We would be landing anytime. I felt my stomach flip. For a brief moment, I considered not going through with it. But deep down, I knew I needed this just as much as B did.***************************************************************************Standing in the airport, I searched for signs directing me to baggage claim. That’s where B would be picking me up. I took a deep breath, pulled up my thigh-high boots, and headed in that direction. As I approached security, I saw someone standing there, waiting. I saw him smile big and knew it was daddy. I ran to him. He immediately mecidiyeköy escort grabbed my face and pulled me in, kissing me hard. His hand traveled to my waist and gripped me tight. I got so caught up in the moment; I almost forgot we were standing in the airport.I pulled away and looked up at him. He grabbed my hand and lead me to baggage claim. The conveyor belt for my flight hadn’t started moving yet. I was still so nervous. I have never done anything like this. I turned to daddy, trying to think of something to say. As I opened my mouth to speak, daddy grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in again. He wanted to kiss me. I was still coming down from the high of his last kiss. I already loved kissing him so much. But I also wanted to leave him really wanting me.I pulled back, looking him straight in the eye. I smirked at him. Daddy squeezed my hand and tugged, pulling me towards him. He leaned in again, but I took a step backward. Daddy smiled. He knew I loved to tease. He retook a step towards me and gave me a stern look as he said, “Kiss me”. I smiled flirtatiously. I bit my lip and turned my face up towards his. I kissed him softly, just barely letting my tongue drag against his. He grabbed my ass tightly and kissed me deeper.Just then, the conveyor belt kicked on, and suitcases started popping out. I noticed my bag was the very first one. I thought that was lucky. We’d get to the hotel even sooner than I had anticipated. Daddy got my suitcase for me and asked if I was ready. I nodded, and he grabbed my hand as we walked to his car. He was such a gentleman, taking my suitcase and never letting go of my hand. He opened my car door for me and waited for me to get in. He closed my door and walked around to the driver’s side.As soon as he got in the car, he grabbed my face firmly and held it tight, really possessively. Like I was his. He pulled my face close to his, but then just kept me there. I smiled against his mouth and then pressed my lips to his. He kissed me so hard. His hand traveled down my neck and to my chest. He let his hand drop to my leg. He squeezed my thigh before running his hand between my legs. He moaned as he kissed me.I pulled away and turned to put my seatbelt on. I was ready to leave. I was ready for it to be just us. I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel. Daddy grabbed my hand again and held it as he pulled out and left for the hotel. He eventually had to take his hand back as he navigated traffic. I took this as an opportunity to put my hand on his leg. I laid it on his upper thigh, in a very innocent way… at first. We came to a red light, and he turned to kiss me again. I pushed my hand up his leg even further. His cock was hard. I rubbed him through his jeans. I heard him take a deep breath. He wasn’t expecting that. I kept my hand positioned over his cock the rest of the drive, rubbing and squeezing him occasionally. I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel with him. My pussy was dripping in anticipation.oOoWe finally made it to the hotel, checked in, and arrived on our floor. Daddy opened our door, and we walked in. We both dropped our luggage right where we were standing. I stepped towards him, just as he was lunging for me. We were grabbing at each other’s clothes as we kissed. I sat back on the bed to pull my thigh-high boots off.
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