I met her on Lush Stories. She was twenty-two and had a thing for older men. At 66, I am definitely “older”. In a short time, we had made a connection. I felt like I understood her and knew her secret desires. She admitted that I was the only person she chatted with or even replied to online. She was telling me her secrets, and she was amazingly comfortable chatting with me.

She had shown me her private photos. In my opinion, her body was perfect in every way - angelic face, ample beasts, flat tummy, lean legs and great ass. Her body was not what drew me to her. It was her bright, positive attitude, her energy, enthusiasm and curiosity, and her engaging personality. As a person, she was perfect. Her body was icing on the cake.

A few days have now passed. Good Girl says to me that she wrote about me in her journal and she reads to me what she wrote: “Dear Journal, I met my Pappa. He really liked what I posted online…so much he messaged me. We started chatting. In many ways, Pappa knows me better than I know myself. Pappa understood me better than anyone I have ever met. I feel so comfortable chatting with him. I feel like I can tell him almost anything, even the most embarrassing things. Pappa knew things about me even before I told him. Pappa helps me understand my feelings, emotions, and desires. I really want to be a good girl for Pappa."

Earlier she'd told me she felt guilty or embarrassed by many of the things she thought about and did.

Then Good Girl says to me, “Well Pappa, it bothered me lots more than I explained to you earlier and you made me feel better about it so now it bothers me less.”

I ask, “What is 'it' and does it and does it still bother you?”

Good Girl replies, “All of it. That something in me needs the attention from older men. The thoughts I have about the older men I know. Some of the thoughts I have are somewhat dark, maybe even dangerous. It excites me. I wish I had normal desires.”

I say, “That is why I said you need to be careful, to be safe. When you are ready to explore, you need to do it in a safe way and not in a random fashion on your own. Like I said, we need to explore this together, so you are safe.”

Good Girl says, “Pappa, there you just did it again. You explain things I have trouble putting into words. I know I need to be safe, but I also need to explore so I can figure out who I am and what I am feeling. I know you understand it, and you can help me explore in a safe way.”

I tell her that I have found writing useful when I have had trouble grasping a challenging situation. Then I ask Good Girl, “How would you like me to write a short story about us? I will start with Chapter 1. I will let you read it and then you can react to my story and write Chapter 2. I will continue with Chapter 3 and so on. You may be able to learn something about yourself.”

Good Girl responds immediately, “I would like that a lot! That would be much better than writing in my journal, which is just me asking myself 'why' and 'how' with no answers. Chatting with you is like having my journal talk back to me. I know I am going to be busy, so please be patient with me if I take a long time to write my part."

I tell her, “No pressure, we will go at a comfortable pace for you. No rush.”

Then Good Girl says, “I am free today. I only have a little reading to do tonight.”

I ask, “So, are you saying you want to explore now? Do you want to play a little?”

Good Girl asks, “Play how?”

Taking a slightly dominant tone, I say to her, “Be a good girl and do what I tell you.”

Good Girl responds quickly with “Yes Sir,” responding in a submissive manner.

I explain, “We have chatted about many things today…your desire for older men…your exhibitionist tendencies…about men looking and making suggestive comments to you about your looks, your body, and your ass…your humiliation kink…your fantasies of getting called degrading names and being used." Then I ask Good Girl, “Has our conversation today gotten you aroused?”

Good Girl confesses to me, “Admitting that I wanted to be your Good Girl got me wet…and when you (my Pappa) reminded me that Good Girls do what they are told, it got me wet…and when you told me how much you liked my ass, that got me really wet.”

I confirm what she just said, “So, you get wet just by talking with me about these things?”

Good Girl quickly responds, “Yes, I am wet right now. It is embarrassing to say it, but I am very wet right now.”

I tell her, “From now on every time we chat, we will be talking about topics and subjects that will get you aroused and wet.” Then I ask her, “Would you like that?”

Good Girl confides in me a little more information, “My body is overly sensitive. I get excited from almost anything we chat about.”

I tell her in a stronger, more authoritative tone, “OK, it is time to play... Since you are already so wet, I want you to reach down between your legs and finger your pussy 3 times using 2 fingers and then lick your fingers clean and tell me how you taste…and then tell me how you feel about being my Good Girl.”

I know this may be a little too much to ask Good Girl to do but she's eager, so I take a small chance testing the waters.

Good Girl tells me, “I am blushing already. I am sitting on the living room sofa. I need to make sure I am home alone. I have butterflies. I feel dirty, naughty, submissive."

After taking a short time to unbutton her shorts and dutifully finger herself, Good Girl tells me, “I was a lot wetter than I thought I would be, and my pussy is swollen." Continuing, Good Girl tells me, “I taste a little oily with a tiny hint of fruit. My pussy is throbbing.”

I'm shocked! She actually did it, no questions asked! Wow! I ask her, “Do you think I would like the taste of your pussy?”

Again, in a submissive tone, Good Girl says to me, “Yes Sir.”

I then proceed to tell her, “You know, one of my favorite things to do with a woman is eat her pussy.” Then I ask her, “Would you like me to eat your pussy?"

Flustered, almost in a panicked tone, Good Girl says to me, “... I…right now I would...I…I want to be good…more…much more…can we go to my bedroom? Thinking about you eating my pussy made me a lot more wet and my pussy is a lot more swollen, and my pussy is really throbbing now.”

Again, I am shocked! Good Girl is highly aroused and super horny and got there in no time.

I tell her, “Good Girl, I know you want to masturbate and give yourself a nice orgasm. Go to your bedroom and masturbate but I want you to tell me all about it after you are done.”

In a very needy and submissive tone, Good Girl says, “Yes Sir. Can I…I mean…Am I allowed to go to my bedroom now and do it now?”

I tell her, “Yes. Go now and make it GOOD!”

In a frenzy, Good Girl says, “Thank you, Pappa. May I take my laptop?”

First, I am shocked that Good Girl is even thinking about this. Next, I am shocked that she is asking for permission. Lastly, why does she need it?

I ask her, “Are you going to show me while you masturbate for me?”

Seemingly confused and flustered, Good Girl replies, “I…I don’t know…I…I…I don’t know…I am too nervous…but maybe…I want to…”

I tell her, “Don’t worry, maybe next time…Go now.”

Good Girl continues to surprise me with her next question, “Can I climax more than once? You said make it GOOD.”

I respond, “YES. I want you to CLIMAX AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE!”

What I really mean to say is…make yourself happy and cum as much as you want. My choice of words and my enthusiasm in the moment may make it sound more like a command.

Almost immediately and in a frenzied state, Good Girl says, almost screaming, “Thank you. I’m cumming… I’m cumming again.... Oh Pappa... Oh my fuckin Pappa...cumming again!!" She's squirting... "Oh my fuckin God! I’m a good girl! I’m cumming, Daddy!

I hear incoherent rambling. What was that? Did she just call me Daddy?

I ask, thinking she’s finished, “How many times did you cum?”

Good Girl replies, “Four.” (It was really five.)

Since she did it once, I think I will tell her again and I say, “Taste your fingers. What do they taste like now?”

Good Girl replies, “Cantaloupe.”

I am thinking she is really a good girl, doing as she’s told. Cantaloupe, I love cantaloupe. I cannot wait to eat her pussy.

Then I ask her, “What were you thinking about?”

Still in a frenzied state, Good Girl says, “Pappa, you eating my pussy…. being tied to the bed…. Oh, my fuckin God…please…. please…I’m a bad girl... I’m cumming!"

I realize now that she has not finished. She is still going at it hard! She is so fucking HOT! I ask her, “What do you want to say to me now?”

Now panicked, Good Girl says, “Thank you Daddy." (Again?) "Pappa Daddy… I’m cumming! Thank you."

Now I realize that she really does not want to stop, so I tell her, “Keep Going.”

Begging, Good Girl says, “Oh my fuckin God! Please…"

Out of the clear blue, Good Girl sends me four photos of her very wet and well used pussy. Two of the photos show her cum stretched across her fingers and two photos show her licking her fingers clean. I never expected this. I never asked for it. She's freely giving them to me. She wants to please me in the worst way. She is a Good Girl.

I tell her, “Good Girl…You have a beautiful pussy…I could spend all day eating you!”

Good Girl screams, “I’m cumming! Daddy… Pappa, please, no more. I came six times." (Actually seven.) "Oh my fuckin God! Please, Daddy, please… I cannot breathe, I’m sweaty… So real, so stinking real… I squirted three times. My bed is completely soaked, my juices are all over. Oh my God, that was so real."

I say to her, “You are beautiful!”

Coming down from her orgasmic high, Good Girl says, “It won’t stop coming out, it’s too much. I squirted 3 times. I was out of it…it was so real, though. I….I….it was so real. I was imagining that you were calling me names, you were holding my hips down, I was locked in your arms... It's still leaking out. Please can I shower?"

I am still in awe of her ability to orgasm so many times and I'm so elated that I was able to get there. I think she may like one more request, so I tell her, “Scoop it up and lick yourself clean.”

Good Girl sends me emojis…spinning heart, flaming heart, fire, smooch, smiley. Then she says, “Gosh I feel drunk…it is hard to think.”

I ask her, “On a scale of one to ten, how good was it for you?”

Good Girl immediately replies, “Fifty!”

I tell her, “I am so happy you were a Good Girl for me.” Then I ask, “In your imagination, what names was I calling you?”

Good Girl says, “Umm…I don’t want to say, but you were punishing me.”

I ask, “How?”

Good Girl tells me, “In my fantasy, you were making me cum too much for being a tease… I’m blushing now… It was so real though.”

I remind Good Girl that we agreed to be completely honest with each other and that withholding information is a “no-no.” Then I say, “So tell me, what names did I call you in your fantasy that got you so turned on?”

Good Girl replies meekly, “a horny F-Toy.”

I ask her, “Are you a horny fuck toy?”

Good Girl says with a bit more confidence, “Yes.”

I ask Good Girl, “Are you Daddy’s horny fuck toy?”

Good Girl replies, “Yes.”

I ask Good Girl, “Who is your Daddy?”

Good Girl says humbly, feeling humiliated to answer aloud, “Pappa, please, it’s making my face burn…You are my Daddy.”

I reply, “Good Girl.”

Good Girl reminds me, “Pappa, it’s still leaking out, it is so much. I have never squirted 3 times at once, not even with real sex. You really got me aroused with all this sex talk.”

Admiring her as the goddess she is, I say, “It is beautiful. It means something. It is important, cherish it. You have made me very happy.”

Sleepily, Good Girl says, “I am falling asleep. It drained me. I need to shower and change my bed.”

I tell her, “Good Girl, you are the best. It is time to say goodnight. Get into bed and get a good night’s sleep, rest well. Sweet Dreams.”

Good Girl replies weakly, “Night, Pappa.”

I repeat, “Sweat dreams, Good Girl.”

I've thought a great deal about this experience and realize I had very deep, extraordinarily strong feeling for Good Girl. I cherished her, I wanted to protect her and keep her safe. I wanted to make her happy. She is a Good Girl, a very good girl! The best! I will always be her Pappa, her only Pappa. I will always be her Daddy, her only Daddy, and she will always by my Good Girl and mine alone. She knows we are meant to be together.