I’m blogging everyday in January. But I wouldn’t want you to miss out so I will share posts I haven’t shared on my substack through the month.
"What do you need?" The deep voice on the other end asked.
"I need… I — uh…" voicing my desires was too much. "Fuck, I was wrong. I can't do this."
"Don't you dare hang up on Daddy."
My belly tingled at the moniker. I froze, unable to reply or end the call. "Okay," I whispered.
"I know what you need. Now, are you going to be a good girl? Or do I need to drive over there and spank you?"
The latter, but this paid phone sex call is as much as I’m willing to go. “I’ll be a good girl.”
“slide your hand in your shirt and rub your nipple. Now squeeze it with your thumb and finger, roll it between. Feel good?"
I arched my back, electric arousal running from where I touched my nipple to my clit. "Yes, Daddy."
"Now, my little slut. Take off your panties and get two fingers wet in your cunt." His voice dropped to a whisper as I followed his instructions. "Tell me how wet you are."
"Soaking Daddy."
He groaned. "If I was there, I'd bury my face between your legs and lick your hot slit until you begged for mercy. I love the taste of little girl pussy. And I love making my little girl scream. Get your finger off your clit. If you come without permission, you will be punished."
My face turned red while I jerked my hand back. "Sorry Daddy."
"That was my fault. I got caught in my fantasy of tasting you. Rub and pinch your other nipple with your wet fingers. And spread your legs, no rubbing your legs together."
He was good. I moaned and squirmed in my bed.
"Do you have that dildo?"
"Right here."
"Slide it into your pussy and thrust a few times. You can leave it buried there. I can feel you throbbing around me."
"Please Daddy. I need you to fuck me." My body pounded with need.
"Do you trust me to make you come harder than anyone has?"
"Maybe."
He chuckled, rich velvet in my ear. "Grab your vibrator and put it on the lowest speed against your clit."
The hum filled my body, pushing me to the edge. Not quite enough to come, so I whimpered in frustration.
"Move the dick inside you. Slow Baby Girl."
I wished it was his warm body pushing me into the mattress while he tormented me with slow thrusts and teasing caresses. My fingers scratching his back when I shuddered. "Daddy."
"A little more, you dirty slut. If I was there, I'd have one finger in your ass like you want right now."
How did he know?
"Or maybe you want me to slide my hard cock into that tight back door. You want that?"
"I think so."
"Turn up the vibrator. All the way. Keep it on your clit until I say stop. Now fuck yourself for me."
The first orgasm slammed into me, shaking me hard. My blood boiled as the electric arousal fried my brain.
"Don't stop because you came."
Two, three, four! The orgasms poured from my pussy. I quaked, ecstasy erupting in me, gratification crackling everywhere. "Please Daddy. Please."
*I bet you'd have my dick so wet, I could flip you over and fuck your ass without any lube. Spread your cheeks and pound your tight channel. You can stop. Turn off the vibe."
I shivered when the stimulation halted. "How you doing there, Baby Girl?"
"Amazing. I wasn't sure, but that was amazing."
He laughed a sexy chuckle. "Good. I meant what I said. If you want the real deal, I'm willing. You have my number. Have a good day."
My hands shook as the call ended. Could I handle the real thing?
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