3 comments/ 22161 views/ 8 favorites Adventures of Daddy and Tisha Ch. 01 By: DaddysTisha Ch. 01: Meeting Daddy for the First Time Today was an important day for me. I had been training with my new Daddy for six months, so we were still working on trust building and obedience. Let's just say that the obedience part needed more work then the trust part. I was getting ready for our big date and reminiscing about how we met. I am 5'8", natural reddish blond hair and a not to bad body. Working out at the gym on a regular basis made it very difficult for most people to guess my real age. Most people pegged me for about 10 years less then I really am. I love that look when they find out I was really in my early 40's not my 30's like they thought, thanks to the gym. Actually, that is how I met my Daddy. I was on the elliptic, pedaling my ass off, literally, when I lost my balance and started to fall backwards. Before I could do more then squeak a hand shot out and caught me. This freakin huge man was standing beside my machine, talking to some other guy with his arm extended out and my ass on his hand. He just held me there as if I weighed nothing. I was instantly wet. So as I struggled to get my heart back out of my mouth, I looked at him and said" Hi, ummm, thanks for catching me." He just smiled and wiggled his fingers a bit and said" Sure, no problem allways happy to give a helping hand." Then the guy wiggled his fingers!! So picture this, his thumb is at my pink rose and his pinky is at my clit and he is wiggling them. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. So I try to get off of his hand but only one of my feet is still on the machine, my other foot is in the air and I have no real way to balance myself except on his hand. What could I do? I giggled. The other guy laughed and walked off so now I had two of the bluest eyes in the world looking directly into mine. "Hi" I stammered" my name is Diana, and considering where your hand is I would love to know at least your first name?" He laughed and wiggled his fingers a bit more then told me his name was Ted. Then he asked me if I wanted to get off his hand and back onto the machine. My poor frazzled mind focused on the "get off" part of the question more then it should have and I sighed with a bit of regret. "Well I am actually done here and I was planning on doing the circuit for a while." So he let go of me and as I walked off to the circuit section of the gym I caught him smelling and licking his fingers out of the corner of my eye. I had to duck into the ladies room for a quick rub and cum before I could continue with my work out. When I did come out he was no where to be found. I felt sad for some silly reason. Over the next few days, whenever I went to the gym I made sure I looked better then normal and kept hoping to run into him again but I did not see him for almost 2 weeks. Then just as I had given up and decided to go back to my usual ultra casual gym self he showed up one day. I was focusing quite intently on the set I was working on when I heard a familiar voice ask me if I needed a spotter. I opened my eyes to see that gorgeous creature standing over my semi prone body. His groin area was just a bit above my face and when I inhaled I could smell his wonderful sweaty man smell. "Oh my." I thought to my self "I want his dick in my mouth." Luckily what my mouth said was "Hi stranger, how's it going?" So we chatted while I finished out my set and he invited me to join him in the other weight room where all the BIG guys pump. I had peeked in there in the past but since I am (a) not a guy and (b) not into the big free weights yet I had never crossed the threshold. It was to be the start of many firsts I would share with the man I would come to call Daddy. I was enthralled watching him work out that day. I could see why he had not had any difficulty holding up my weight on a fully extended hand, to him my 145 lbs had been nothing at all. He was enjoying showing off for me in a quiet way, flexing and pushing, soft grunts and happy satisfied sighs when he pushed and pulled huge amounts of weight. I could not help myself, touching him while he worked out. A hand on his shoulder, running down his sweaty back, leaning in close to let my nipples brush against his back as he squatted, hehehe I was so wet. Finally around closing time, when every one else had left I took a chance. He was straddling the bench and I came and sat in front of him facing away. "I think I strained something." I said, lying just a tiny bit. "Oh where?" he asked and he started running his hands down my back, his thumbs along the edge of my spine with his fingers splayed out across my ribs. "Oh my,that feels good. "I thought to myself. As his hands slid up and down my sweaty back I slowly slid my bum back towards him as my upper body leaned down towards the bench. Just as my bum was close enough for me to almost feel him he laughed and grabbed my hips pulling me back against him, hard. I gasped and before I could say anything I heard him say for the very first time, "Who's a dirty girl?" It touched something deep inside of me that I had not even known existed. He repeated "Who's a dirty girl?" and he grasped both of my C cup breasts one in each hand and gave then a bit of a squeeze. "I am" I replied, feeling a fizzle of excitement run up my spine. "Hmmm good" he said as he moved his hands down to my hip bones and started rubbing himself with my ass. I could feel how hard he was and it excited me. I was already soaked and feeling a definite throb in my clit that matched his rhythm against my ass. "Are you going to be a good girl and do what Daddy tells you?" he asked. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest it was pumping so hard. "Yes Daddy." I said for the first time "Yes Daddy, please tell me what you want me to do." "Grrr." he growled in my ear. All of a sudden my body became supersensitive, I could smell his sweat and excitement, I could feel the hard throbbing of my clit in my soaked panties, I could feel the air from the fans in the ceiling move across my body, I held myself as still as I could waiting for his next words. I was wearing a pair of shorts over a pair of work out tights; I could feel his hand slide under my shorts, his fingers seeking the seam in my tights ripping them open his hard fingers seeking my heat, my warmth. "Hm, who is a wet dirty girl?" he asked rubbing his fingers against my soaked panties. He laughed and held me in place with his other hand as I squirmed. "I am." I gasped, wiggling against his hand, feeling the need to cum bubbling up in side of me. I had been watching him pump iron all day, I knew how strong he was and realized that I was completely helpless for the first time in my whole life; I had never been so excited and scared. His fingers were still moving around, pushing my panties into my wet squirming pussy, while his mouth was kissing and licking my neck. I was wiggling my bum against the very hard bulge in his shorts, trying to make him feel as hot and bothered as I was feeling. I felt him chuckle more then heard and then there was a hand in the middle of my back forcing my face down towards the bench. Once I was laying down flat on my face I felt his hands rip the crotch out of the gym tights and felt him lift up my hips. As I tried to put my feet under me he pulled me back impaling me on his rock hard cock. It was too much to sudden and the first of many orgasms ripped through my body, leaving me shaking as I laid there trapped by his hands. "Oh my gods." I moaned helplessly as he used my body to masturbate. He moved me back and forth rocking my body up and down his hard length. I was so wet; I could feel his every stroke pushing in to me forcing the wet sticky juices out of me, forming a puddle on the bench between us. My clit was so swollen as I rocked forward it was being ground into the bench in front of me. I was no longer capable of speech; all the noises that came out of my throat were formless sounds of pleasure. "Hmm Daddy's dirty little girl likes this does she?" he asked me. "Oh my god yes." I moaned. "Do you want me to stop?" he teased. "No!!!!!!!! " I begged, "Please no." He reached down between his and stroked my pink rose as he drove in and out of my sopping wet pussy. Applying a firm pressure with his juice soaked finger he slowly entered my rose. I was now being doubly penetrated for the first time in my life; it was too much for me. I just clenched my entire body tight and flew apart in a massive earth shaking orgasm. Daddy just laughed and held me down, he slowed his strokes to just tiny little butterfly like touches while my mind slowly came back to me. When my breathing had calmed down he rubbed my back and told me to hold onto the bench because now it was his turn. Was I game? Was I ever. Well apparently I was not because the first slap on my right ass cheek took me totally by surprise. So did the second, third and fourth. Alternating butt cheeks the smacks just kept coming. They hurt "Owie!!" I cried trying to move my bum away from the blows, wiggling away from his hands just seemed to excite him more as I was basically jumping around on his cock. "Now be a good girl and hold still. "he taunted me as I jumped around. The strange thing was what he was doing to me was making me even hotter, how? Why? I felt confused and excited at the same time. My butt was on fire; my clit was three times its normal size and still swelling. My breasts were being mashed against the bench and my nipples were on fire inside my sports bra. I could not stand the feel of the confining fabric any longer, I reached up and torn off my tee shirt and sports bra. Freeing my poor girls, I leaned back down into the position Daddy wanted me in and the swaying of my breasts caused my nipples to drag against the leather of the bench. He was still murmuring naughty dirty things to me as he pulled and twisted on my clit. I tried my best to answer him but it was impossible to think clearly I was just a woman totally taken over by pleasure,straining towards the next orgasm. His rhythms changed suddenly, he reached out to grab my hair in his hand pulling my head back caused my back to arch to an almost impossible bow shape, "Are you ready?" he asked. "Are you ready to feel me fill you with my cum?" "Oh gods please." I moaned. Raising himself up even higher on the bench he picked up my hips changing the angle to a downwards stroke. He held my hips in place and pounded away at me. His moans of pleasure intensified. His strokes were shorter and harder, each one causing my pussy muscles to squeeze up around him nice and tight. His full sack was swinging forward, slamming into my clit with every stroke. I managed to wiggle around just enough that I could reach back with one hand and cup his balls. Gently squeezing and massaging them as he pounded towards the finish. I could feel the head of his cock growing larger inside me. His breath coming faster and faster, his hand moved from my hair to my hips as he ground in even tighter on every stroke. Then when I finally could not take any more, my final orgasm started to rock my body, the bubbles ripping through my stomach. I screamed and arched my back even more. "Daddy!!!" I cried. "Baby girl!!" He called out, just at that moment he pulled out of me and sprayed what felt like a gallon of hot thick cum all over my ass and back. I could even feel some of it land in my hair. Finally we collapsed together on the bench, him lying on my back his arms wrapped around me. I felt so safe and happy. "Well now that was fun" he laughed as he kissed the side of my neck. "Daddy is very happy with his little girl". "Good" I replied, "when can we do this again?" Well that was 6 months ago tonight. My Daddy has been working very hard to train me into the wonderful good girl he knows I can be. I am having so much fun, but it is not just fun, games, and orgasms there is a lot of work involved too. After all anything worth having is worth a little effort. This is the first installment of a multi-part story. Hope you enjoyed it. Adventures of Daddy and Tisha Ch. 02 Chapter 2: How I got my name. I had avoided going to the gym for a week now and just could not put it off any longer. I was not even sure why I was avoiding the place. No wait I knew why. Every time I thought about the gym I was flooded with memories of the last time I had gone. Ted. The man I had met and had called Daddy. The best sex of my entire life had been there with a man I did not even know. Ted. Daddy. Ugh Even just thinking of his name caused me to flood my panties. Why? I was not some blushing virgin. I was not the most permissive woman around but I was no stranger to lust. Ever since that evening my mind was filled with lustful thoughts. Different scenarios ran through my mind distracting me in every aspect of my life. I thought about him at work, at home, on the street, in the grocery store. Every time I heard a voice similar to his I could not help my reaction, my nipples would grow hard and my panties became wet. Sigh So I was putting off going because I wanted to see him again but was afraid of how he affected me. The worst of it was I had tried spending time with a pillow buddy of mine. A man who's body I knew and loved. We had always been great together but not this time. Jack had even noticed that I was having a difficult time responding to his touch. He had asked me what the problem was, why I was so distracted. Since I did not want to tell him about what had happened I lied and suggested he spank me if I was not pleasing him. That was a mistake, as soon as he had flipped me over and started calling me a bad girl and slapping my ass, I came. OK so now I had to face what was stewing in the back of my mind. I need answers and it looked like the only place I was going to get them would be the gym. Calling out greetings to my favorite gym rats, I walked onto the floor for the first time in over a week. Taking a quick scan around the room I was hoping and yet apprehensive about seeing certain face, but nope no Ted. So I hopped up onto my favorite treadmill to start my workout. After an hour I was starting to feel more relaxed and was getting into my zone, I find an hour on the mill is a great warm up. Then I usually spend 45 minutes on the weight circuit, followed by 45 minutes on the bike and then some relaxing time in the pool. I had given up on seeing Ted and was just feeling the enjoyment that results from a good work out while floating in the nice warm pool, when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned and opened my eyes, there was Ted, smiling at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I was torn between two conflicting desires, one to turn and swim away saving myself before it was to late and throwing myself into his arms and begging him to never let me go. I did neither. Instead I casually stretched and yawned faking a tiredness I did not feel and asked him how he was. I think he saw right through me though. He laughed and we talked about normal banal small things for a few minutes. Then just as my inner tension was winding up worrying whether or not he was going to make a pass at me or suggest we pick up where we had left off, he excused himself. Stating that he wanted to go and do his normal work out in the weight room. He smiled and swam away before I could really say more then "Bye". "Humph" I thought to myself. I guess what happened the other evening meant more to me then it did to him. I was not sure if I should feel relieved or insulted by his attitude. I swam a few laps while caring on an inner dialog that would have amused anyone who heard it. I puzzled over many questions. "Why was I upset that he had not made a second pass at me? Did I want to have a repeat session with him? Why was I feeling both happy about what we had done and yet felt some how cheapened or easy by my own behavior?" "Well what ever" I mumbled to myself as I exited the pool area and entered the women's changing room. The time it took for me to shower and change back into my street clothes was enough for me to settle down and come to the conclusion that I had been insane to think that what we had done was anything but a quick fuck for him, regardless what I may or may not have thought. Throwing my work out bag over my shoulder, I left the building and headed towards the bus stop. Just as I walked around the corner of the bank I ran into what felt like a wall. Looking up with an apology on the tip of my tongue I saw a familiar face smiling down at me. "Did you think you could get away that easily?" He asked. "Um, no, what makes you think I want to get away? I mean what makes you think I want to talk to you?" I blurted out confusion making my thought process jumbled. Next thing I knew there were two of the biggest yet gentlest arms I had ever felt wrapping around me, pulling me into his chest he laughed and said" Oh my darling little one. We do need to talk." He led me to a café that was just around the corner and before it had totally registered we were seated in a corner booth and he had ordered a light lunch for us. He folded his arms on the table in front of him, leaned over towards me and stated "I have missed you, we need to talk." Leaning back and having a sip of his ice water he stated quizzing me. How had I been? Was I OK? Did I have any thoughts or regrets about what had happened the other evening? I tried to stay calm and cool and gave him small short answers, of course I was ok, and no I didn't have any thoughts about what had happened in the gym. I tried to be all blasé about it, to act like it had meant nothing. He let me lie for a few minutes then he reached over and took my hand and said "Stop lying or I will put you over my knee and spank you right here, right now. I froze. Shaking his head, he started stroking my hand, gentle like you would a frighten bird. "Did you think that what we shared had no meaning for me?" I was afraid to answer, so I just nodded my head. "Silly girl, silly, silly wonderful girl. What we did was wonderful and special. It has been a long time since I have felt that sort of feeling for any one." He looked almost hurt, I felt a bit guilty. He continued "I use to have a special girl who was my sweet little girl she was sassy and tried her best to always please me. We were together for 5 wonderful years but then she moved to another city. We stay in touch but she met a wonderful man and has a new Daddy. I miss her and the things we used to do together. I have been keeping my eyes and arms open for the possibility of finding a new girl to help and to train." "To train? " I asked "What do you mean to train?" "Well I like to do things to my special girl that other women may not like. As you may have noticed the other evening I like to spank a nice shapely butt, I also like to help guide my girl in ways that will please me. In doing so she will also find a new level of pleasure I her life, I believe in protecting my special girl from situations and people that may not be good for her. I reward good behaviors and punish bad behaviors." While he had been explaining this to me he had continued to rub and stroke my hands and fingers. I could not help myself, hearing his deep voice and feeling the warmth in his hands, I was becoming aroused. I squirmed a bit in my chair and felt half relieved half annoyed when out food arrived and the conversation turned to more mundane topics. When we were finished with our meal he asked the question I was hoping for and yet dreading. "Would you like to spend some more time with me? Would you like to see if you would like to become my new special girl?" Time froze, I froze, my mind racing. Thinking about how wonderful the other evening had been and how I had felt both with him and without him. "Yes" I answered, "I would love to spend some time with you. I think I would like to be your special girl, but I am not sure......." I finished looking down at my feet, worried that the hesitation in my answer was going to cause him to turn away from me. He just smiled at me wrapped his arms around and asked, "My place or yours?" So we ended up at his place and there was where he explained to me what my training would involve. We established that my safe word would be "Snoopy" and what the red, yellow and green color system was for. I guess I looked a bit overwhelmed by all this new information because he finally took pity on me and stopped. Taking me back into his arms we snuggled on the couch in the living room. "So have you been a good girl since I saw you last he asked?" I told him about my friend Jack and how I had felt so unfulfilled when we had been playing around until I had manipulated him into spanking me. He looked down into my face with a frown. "You had sex with Jack?" he asked in a hard annoyed voice. "Yes I did"I started to explain to him but he interrupted me and repeated his question. "Yes I did" and I started to explain again but he would not let me. Stopping me with an upraised hand he stated" Well I hope you enjoyed yourself because that is the last time you will have sex with anyone but me." Then he stood up and pulled me to my feet, he turned me around and told me to pull down my jeans. "Why?" I cried. "Do not talk back to your Daddy, now do what I asked." I obeyed; I pulled down my jeans exposing my pretty pink panties to him. He then sat back down on the couch and told me to lie across his lap. I started to remove my jeans but he stopped me and told me to leave them as they were bunched up around my ankles. Feeling like I might have made a mistake I obeyed and laid across his lap. He put his hand on my butt, gently rubbing first the right butt cheek then the left in a circle while he explained why it was naughty of me to have has sex with my friend Jack. I had upset him with the fact I did not seem as repented as I should be. He told me that I was not to hug or kiss or have any physical contact with any man other then him for now on. Did I understand? As I answered "Yes I understand and I am sorry Ted" his hand felon my right cheek with a loud smack. I jumped at the suddenness of it. "What did you call me?" "Ted" "What are you suppose to call me?" "Daddy!!! I yelled as the blows continued first one cheek then the other. Back and forth, I was struggling and trying to avoid his hand but all he did was hold me down and continue to spank my bum. After a while I stopped struggling and just hung there partially upside down as he spanked my bum. Finally he stopped and asked "Are you really, truly sorry and do you promise to never do it again?" "Yes" I whimpered my voice all thick with tears. "Yes Daddy". He helped me off his lap and removed the jeans from my ankles and led me to his bedroom. There he took off my panties, shirt and bra, handed me some tissues and told me to blow my nose and then lay face down on the bed. I was quick to obey. He came out of the bathroom with a jar of cream, "this will help your poor little bum feel better" he said. Gently he spread the cream over my poor red bum. It hurt, but as he massaged the cream in I could not help but feel a familiar tingle start. My nipples felt hard as they pressed against the quilt. I found myself raising my bum up to meet his hand and he laughed. "Do you like this?" He asked. I nodded into the pillow, "Yes Daddy". "You were a naughty girl who took her punishment like a good girl so now you get a reward." "Hmmmm" I wondered to myself" what would that be?" I noticed that he had been gently spreading my legs as he massaged the cream in and now his hands were sliding up and down my ass and pussy. His thumb would rub against my pink rose bud then slide down between my lips to my clit, brush against it oh so slightly then stroke back up repeating the motion. Over and over. I was very aware of how wet I was becoming. He guided me up onto my hands and knees and pushed my head down gently but firmly so my bum was sticking up into the air. Then my stood up and removed all of his clothes while telling me over and over what a good girl I had been and how beautiful I was in that position. I felt the bed give as he climbed onto it behind me. Then I felt his tongue start tracing the same path his fingers had been wandering a few moments earlier. Oh his mouth and tongue felt so wonderful, hot and wet on my poor abused ass and my swollen wet pussy lips. He sucked and licked at my tender flesh. Murmuring over and over how sweet I tasted and what a good girl I was being. I was getting closer and closer to exploding on his mouth, when he stopped. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and asked" Do you want Daddy to fuck you?" "Oh my gods yes" I answered, "Please, Please, Please Daddy, Please fuck your special girl." He laughed and placed the head of his erection against my wet pussy and slid in to his full length with one hard stroke. I came right there and then, screaming into the quilt, "Daddy!!!!!" Placing his hands on my hips he started a rocking rhythm that was torture in that one orgasm would end and less then a moment later another would start. I lost track of how many times I had cum. My legs were soaked with my juices, I was gushing. He just kept on stroking in and out of me, occasionally reaching up to pull and tug on my nipples. Every once in a while he would reach under me to twist and stroke my clit and call me his "wonderful, dirty girl". "Daddy's wonderful little dirty girl." I was starting too really like those words. Then I felt his rhythm change and I knew we were approaching Daddy's turn to cum. I moved my hips and squeezed my inner muscles around him as tight as I could I heard him grunt in surprise and then plunge back into me as deeply as he possible could. Then he forward to grab my long pony tail and he came deep in me. We just rocked back and form, as I squeezed as hard as I could milking for every last drop of his cum. Then he pulled out and we collapsed on the bed. Pulling me into a close hug he kissed my forehead and said"Tisha, I think I will call you Tisha." That is when I became Daddy's little girl and how my name became Tisha. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of our adventure. There will be more.