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This story was written for one of my favourite readers/ writers. You know who you are, and thank you for your help with the Spanish!!
All characters are over 18 years of age. Comments and messages appreciated.
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I was at the airport bar, having a glass of bourbon as Ieagerly checked my phone. I grinned to see that I had a message waiting for me in my secret messaging app I used.
Lucia had messaged. I glanced around me, making sure that no one could see my screen and, satisfied no one could, I opened it.
It was a photo of a young Mexican girl, 18 years old, naked, leaning back against her headboard, smiling at the camera. She was completely naked, her legs bent at the knees, but spread, falling away at angles. Her bald pussy was glistening. Her tits were round and full, nipple a darker shade than her tan skin, and were obviously erect. Her pretty face beamed at the camera. I read the message.
I can’t believe you are actually coming to take my virginity today, daddy!!
I was glad that my lower half was covered by the table I was sitting at. I was hard as a rock thinking about my upcoming meeting with Lucia later that day. I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote.
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If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.
I was happily surprised when it got favourable responses so I decided to keep writing. That is pretty much it.
Connecting with readers, well that was a surprise, but I always enjoyed their messages and emails. Usually the messages were complementary and asked for more, sometimes making requests that I change aspects of how I write to better fit their own kinks.
I thanked them for their compliments, let them know I was continuing to write, and that while I appreciated the feedback, I was going to continue to write what turned myself on.
A few correspondences turned into flirty exchanges and I have to admit, I loved this. Knowing that I was getting some woman off with my words was incredibly sexy to me, and doing it in a more intimate way was even better. Some of the flirty ones deepened to exchanges of sexts.
It wasn’t until I started exchanging emails with Lucia, however, that things moved beyond just words.
What had started with her emailing the secret email account I had set up to handle my erotic writing and publishing, escalated quickly.
I learned, over a series of exchanges, that she loved my stories and I had inspired her to write her own. I quickly looked up her writing and found it incredibly well written, extremely sexy and revolving around older men and 18 year old girls.
What became obvious pretty quickly was that she had based the male characters in her stories on the men in my own, and, she admitted, the girls on herself.
‘You know,’ I had written to her in an email, ‘that’s interesting. I base the men in my stories on myself. And if you write your characters based on you, then it’s like you are writing about *us* fucking!’
She loved that and told me that it made her very wet and horny.
I learned more about her as we corresponded. She was Mexican and, though you would not know it based on her writing, English was her second language. She was 18 and, I found out, again surprised, she was a virgin. She based what she wrote on her own imagination, her physical needs, and what she had read on the site. It was within four emails that she was calling me daddy.
It was all very exciting. I let her know that I was in my early forties, old enough to be her father. She did not care, and seemed to enjoy that more. Her youth and enthusiasm invigorated me, inspired me. It was not long before the messages ceased to be about what we were writing and devolved into sexting, each of us describing what we would like to do to one another, how I was touching myself, how she was touching herself.
All the while, I was thousands of miles away, I married to a woman I loved, who had always been, and remained, my best friend. It was wrong, I knew, but the sex life between my wife and I had become stale. After 15 years of marriage our sex knife had fizzled and grown stale. We tried to fix that aspect of our relationship but nothing seemed to work. Her sex drive waned as mine remained the same, or even grew.
Flirting and sexting with this young Mexican girl filled a need in me and, I rationalised, it was harmless. Nothing could really happen. We were so far apart.
Within a week we had abandoned email for a chatting and photo app. I was not always available due to work and life commitments, and she had college, but every moment we could we spent together on there, exchanging messages and, finally photos and videos.
It started with almanbahis her asking about my cock. She wanted to know if it was like how I described it in my stories. I took a deep breath and crossed that line. I was already hard from our exchanges. I slipped off to the bathroom and pulled my cock out of my jeans. It was thick, filling my hand when I gripped it. About seven inches long, uncut, with precum already making the purple head shine in the bathroom light. Thick veins ran over the top of it. I snapped a photo and sent it.
I held my breath. That was so stupid, I thought. She wouldn’t want to see a dick pic! I waited, cursing myself, convinced that I had misjudged the situation and I had ruined it.
I had to wait five minutes for a response and was trying to resolve myself to the idea that this was all over.
Finally she responded.
‘Oh daddy! Thank you! I couldn’t hold back! I just made myself cum looking at your cock!!
I heaved a sigh of relief. I hadn’t ruined anything.
She followed up with a photo of her own, the first one she sent me. It was a close up of her pussy. It was shaved bare, pink between her lips. I could see her tan skin, round ass and thin legs.
I jerked my cock and quickly came right then, looking at her photo.
More photos were exchanged and finally videos. Over the course of several days I saw more and more of Lucia.
She was beautiful. Her young fresh face was framed with dark hair that hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were the colour of honey. Her build was slim but she had nice pert breasts with nipples that begged to be sucked on. Her pussy was bald, and had lovely lips that I yearned to part with the head of my cock.
She got to see me. I was in decent shape for a man in his early forties. I had a blond beard that was going grey. My hair was a bit thinner than it was in my youth but I kept it trimmed neatly in a barber cut. My eyes were very blue.
She may have been a virgin, but she knew her own body and her needs. She sent me countless videos of her pleasuring herself, switching to moaning in Spanish. I could not usually understand the language, but it was hot. When she came she switched from calling me daddy to Papi and that made me even harder.
We would imagine what it would be like if we were not so far apart. We talked about what we would do to one another. We both fantasised about me taking her virginity. She had not even sucked a cock, she told me. We both wished mine would be the first.
We carried on like this for several months before my boss came into my office one day. I had been texting with Lucia. Nothing too sexy, just telling one another about our days, but I laid the phone down when he entered.
“Hey,” he asked. “You speak Spanish?”
I shook my head. I knew a bit of French but that was about it.
“Ah. Too bad. Well. No one else here does either. So, I guess we are sending you down to Mexico in a couple weeks. We are expanding our stores to that market and we need someone on the ground for about a month. That ok?”
I blinked, barely able to comprehend what he was saying. I was a junior executive for a retail company and often travelled for work, either opening stores or fixing problems at them. In a year I was on the road for over a hundred days.
“Mexico,” I croaked, my throat suddenly dry. I cleared my throat and then asked, “what city?”
My boss named it Lucia’s city. My heart started pounding.
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I waited several days to tell Lucia. I knew I should tell her right away but I was conflicted. Sexting and exchanging videos was one thing. Meeting in person, however, that was a line crossed. I knew that if I was in the same room as my Latina sex pot I would not be able to control myself. I would need to have her.
I was also scared. What if she did not actually want to meet me. Maybe this was all fantasy for her. Maybe when it was a reality she would ghost me. I was worried about losing her.
When I finally mentioned it, I tried to be offhand in the message.
‘BTW,’ I typed. ‘Guess who’s going to be in your town in about a week and a half….excited?’
I waited. And waited. Then…
‘OMFG OMFG OMFG I’m literally screaming! OMG now you can actually fuck me I can’t wait’
I smiled. I could not wait either.
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I liked travelling. I liked seeing new cities, staying in hotels and even the discomforts of flying did not bother me. I am 5’10 so the seats, while not spacious, fit me well enough, at least.
One of the things I loved was having a drink in the airport bar. I always made sure to arrive early for my flights. I hated rushing, and any chance I got to take my time and people watch at the airport was one I would take. It felt civilised. The last dignity left in travelling these days.
I was wearing simple pants, a button up white shirt that I wore loose around the neck and the sleeves rolled up. Pretty much my travelling outfit. Comfortable without looking or feeling like a slob. I mean, if you almanbahis giriş want to go out in public wearing sweatpants and flip flops, by all means, do so. I, however, will insist on being presentable.
I hoped that Lucia would like it as well. We had arranged that I would get to my hotel, then head to her college to pick her up when her classes ended. I had rented a car.
We were both excited. She had been talking non stop about how she could not wait for me to take her virginity. About how she wanted me to teach her how to properly suck a cock. I had jerked off so many times in anticipation I was always surprised when I could cum again. It seemed impossible to drain me.
The airport loudspeakers announced that they were boarding my flight. I finished off my drink and grabbed my carryon bag and headed to the plane. And to Lucia.
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It was hot there. The sun seemed somehow brighter than at home. I was sweating and frustrated as I slowly made my way through the insane traffic. I was a confident driver but these streets, small and chaotic, were a new experience for me.
I had, luckily, given myself enough time to get to Alicia’s college. I had anticipated bad traffic and was rewarded when I finally pulled onto the relatively quiet street that led to her school.
It was a smaller campus, built by a beach. I could smell sea air through my open window.
I could see Lucia waiting for me, leaning against a low wall. I recognized her instantly from our chats. She was just as hot in person! Hotter even! I was so glad that she was exactly what she had presented herself as.
She was wearing a simple while polo shirt with some kind of symbol on the chest. It was not the most flattering garnet for any woman but Lucia’s nice tits and young body wore it very well. She also had on a plaid skirt that came half way down her thighs. I wondered if that was to regulation or if she had adjusted it for me.
She was standing with three other girls, talking amongst themselves. Lucia looked up and down the street and saw my car. I parked across from the school, about half a block down, to be less conspicuous.
I opened the door and leaned against the car, crossing my arms. I could see Lucia grin and the group of girls seemed to gather tightly around her, quickly talking to her. One of them was applying bright red lipstick to her. Then she waved at them and began to hurry down the street towards me.
Watching her run towards me was one of the most rewarding things I had ever seen. Her tits bounced under her white button up shirt. Her skirt flounced as she moved. Lucia did not break eye contact with me as she started walking quickly then breaking into a run.
I stepped away from the car and I opened my arms. Lucia jumped as she came to me and threw herself into them. I rocked back but held my balance as I wrapped my arms around her. She hugged me tight, face pressed to my chest before looking up at me.
“¡OH PAPI! ¡FINALMENTE ESTÁS AQUÍ!” she said in Spanish before switching to her accented English. “I’m so happy!”
I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her, pressing my lips roughly to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She responded and our tongues swirled. I was already hard from this contact. I wanted more. I needed more.
Finally I broke our kiss.
“Maybe not the best place for this, Lucia,” I said. She looked up at me, eyes wide, breathing heavily.
“You are right, daddy,” she said. “Can we go to your hotel now?” She reached up and ran her thumb over my lips. “Lipstick,” she said. “I’m sorry. I got lipstick on you.”
“That’s ok,” I said and got in the car. She got in on the passenger side. I started the car and programmed my hotel’s address into the GPS. It said we would be there in 20 minutes.
Lucia was sitting beside me, biting her lower lip. The skirt had risen up a bit so most of her bare thigh was exposed.
“I’m so happy to see you,” she said. “I thought… I thought you might not come.”
“Of course I was going to come!” I protested. “How could I not? I’ve been waiting so long for this!”
“Me too, Papi,” she said enthusiastically. “Me too!”
I hesitated for a moment.
“You know,” I said. “You can change your mind. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. I can drop you off somewhere. If you want.”
She looked panicked.
“No!” She said. “I mean…yes. I want this. Please don’t change your mind. I have it all arranged. My father thinks I’m staying at a friend’s house. I can stay the night with you. You promised!”
I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh.
“If you want. I just want you to know that you can change your mind.”
“How can you think that,” she asked. “I’m so wet for you already. Feel.”
She placed her smaller hand on top of mine and pulled it upwards. My fingers ran along the smooth skin of her thigh, pushing her skirt up with it.
She was not, I discovered, wearing any panties. I could feel the heat of her sex even before my fingers touched her almanbahis giriş pussy. She spread her legs apart and my fingertips brushed the hairless lips. She gasped. I pushed between the lips and found her very wet. I rubbed the hard nub of her clit that I found and she moaned quietly.
“No panties, Lucia,” I teased. “Very naughty.”
“I took them off for you,” she whispered.
I pressed my fingers into her and she moaned again. I slowly began moving them. She squirmed, moving her hips in time to me.
I was trying to keep my eyes on the road but it was difficult to tear them away from the young girl beside me.
She reached across the car and her hand hovered over the bulge in my pants.
“Can..can I?” She asked.
“Yes, Lucia,” I said. “Yes you can.”
Her fingers wrapped around me. I sighed. She began to move her hand up and down slightly.
“This…this is the first cock I ever touched,” she said, a molar amazed by the situation.
“How do you like it?” I asked.
“I like it…it’s bigger than I thought it would be. I’m a bit scared.”
I chuckled.
“There are plenty bigger out there,” I said, still stroking her with my fingers. “But this one is mine. If you are scared, we don’t have to do this.”
“It’s not that,” she said quickly. “I just…I want to do a good job. I want to make you happy.”
“You will,” I promised. “Remember. I’m going to teach you. I’ll teach you how to take a cock. How to suck a cock. You will be an expert soon.”
She laughed at that and continued to stroke me through my pants. The fabric was obviously dampening the feelings but it still felt very nice. I could not wait to get to the hotel and free that cock.
I continued to rub Lucia’s clit and she was breathing heavily and thrusting her hips against my hand. She was making small gasping sounds when she suddenly seized tight, grabbed my hand and pushed it harder against herself and she jumped against it.
“Oh, carajo, ¡Me vengo!,” she cried out. “I’m cumming, Oh, Papi!”
I chuckled as she came down from her sudden climax.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “That’s so embarrassing! I didn’t mean to cum her! I’ve been so horny today!”
“Oh don’t worry,” I said. “I loved it. And that’s not the only time you will cum today. I promise.”
We pulled up to the hotel and I gave my keys to the man outside who parked my car. I took Lucia’s hand and walked into the hotel with her.
I wondered what others thought when they saw us. Could they suspect what was about to happen? Did they think I was her father, travelling with my daughter and heading to a platonic room? Did the other men look at me with the beautiful young woman on my arm with jealousy?
I stepped into the elevator with her and we were silent as it rose up to my floor. When we arrived I led her our by her hand, walked to my room and opened it with the key card. I stepped aside and let her walk ahead of me.
It was a nice enough room. It had large windows that looked out on the ocean. The bed was king sized. There was a desk and a small bathroom with a decent sized tub off of it.
Lucia stepped in, looking around before she turned to face me. She smiled shyly and I smiled back, letting the door latch behind me.
As soon as I heard the door latch I moved, closing the distance between us, wrapping Lucia in my arms, picking her up and kissing her once more. Our tongues entwined and she moaned into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my hips.
I walked forward, holding my Latina girl in my arms until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I broke the kiss and tossed her down.
Lucia giggled and lay there, me above her.
“It’s time, Lucia,” I said. “It’s time to make a woman out of you.”
“Yes please, daddy.” She said.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it to the floor. “Get naked for your Daddy.” I grabbed my belt and pulled it from its loops. Then I opened my pants and pushed them to the floor. I was wearing only my boxer briefs now.
Lucia blushed but pulled her polo shirt over her head, revealing a black bra. It held her breast but I could see. The edge of her areola peeking up over the fabric. She reached behind her and undid the bra, freeing her beautiful pert breasts.
She went to remove her skirt.
“Leave that on,” I said, stopping her.
“Ok, daddy.” she said.
I crawled onto the bed between her legs, putting my hand on each thigh, pushing them apart, forcing her further onto the bed. She scooted back.
“Are you going to fuck me now,” she asked. “Will you take my virginity now?”
“Soon,” I said. “I promise. But first I have to taste you. I’ve been dying to taste you.”
She shivered as I lifted one leg, kissing the inside of her calf. I kissed again, lower, and lower. My beard brushed the inside of her thigh making goosebumps raise on the delicate skin. I licked where her thigh met her pelvis, just beside her beautiful pussy, brushed my lips over the slit and kissed my way back up the other leg.
“¡OH PAPI! ¡ESTÁS TENTÁNDOME!” She said. “Please kiss me there!
I grinned and kissed my way back down. I ran my tongue between the lips of her push, finally tasting her. She was very wet already, salty with a sweet aftertaste. It was perfect.
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