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Nineteen year old Mandy learns exactly what it will take to please her daddy.
When I turned nineteen, I moved out and got a place of my own. Even though
my Dad and his girlfriend, Barbara, didn't want to me to go, they were very
supportive. Dad gave me a bunch of household stuff, the security deposit,
and the first month's rent. I was so excited, but my excitement was
relatively short-lived.
I had a job at this little bistro by my downtown apartment and a little
money in my savings. Soon, I realized that my meager paycheck plus tips were
barely enough to pay my monthly bills. Every shift I worked, I got a free
meal at the bistro, but otherwise, I didn't eat because I didn't have the
extra cash for food, much less "fun money".
I was talking on the phone to my girlfriend, Michele, about my financial
woes and trying to figure out what I could do. Michele knew everything about
me. She knew what food, music, and clothes I like, as well as, how much I
liked sex. So, she kiddingly suggested that maybe I should go hang-out on
the nearest corner and pick-up a date or two for cash. We both laughed at
the suggestion, but it got me thinking.
I didn't want to become a "street-walker". Maybe I could get hooked up with
some sort of classy escort agency, but where did you find a place like that?
Then it hit me, of course, you looked online! I didn't have internet at my
apartment, so I went over to my Dad's house and got online. While I was
searching for escort agencies, I came across a couple of phone sex sites,
which gave me an even better idea. As much as I liked sex, I wasn't sure if
I could do it with random strangers in like "one-night-stands". What about
doing phone sex from the safety and comfort of my own apartment? I applied
at a couple of places, got hired, and started taking calls. I didn't tell my
Dad or Barb what I was doing because I thought they might disapprove and
insist on me moving back home.
Pretty quick, I realized that with my sweet, young voice and dirty mind, I
had a knack for the "daddy/daughter" niche. Not to mention the fact that,
the whole fantasy really turned me on! Most of my calls were one variation
or another on the "family fun" theme and I loved it.
There was one "daddy" in particular that was my favorite, Bob. He didn't
call me as often as I would've liked because he had a girlfriend and could
only call when she wasn't home. Bob usually sent me an email to let me know
when he'd call, what he wanted me to be wearing, and what toys I should have
ready to use. I would get all dressed so I was ready to pick up the phone as
soon as it rang. There was something so special about "Daddy Bob". I couldn't
put my finger on what exactly, but I knew that he made me cum harder than
all my other "daddy" callers.
One night, out of the blue, Bob called me without first sending an email. I
answered the phone and was a little flustered at first because I wasn't
expecting his call and said as much. He apologized for not emailing first,
but he said, "I really need my little girl tonight, Mandy."
I replied, "I'm here for you Daddy. What would you like me to put on for
you?"
"Nothing, sweetie. Come here and sit on Daddy's lap, baby." He said over the
phone as I began to strip out of my t-shirt and slide my panties down. I
told him that I was naked and cuddling on his lap and he said, "Do you want
to know why Daddy needs you so bad tonight, baby?"
"Only if you want to tell me, Daddy." I said, but I had to admit to myself
that I was curious.
He sighed a little and said, "You're going to be hearing from Daddy more
often from now on, sweetie. You're all daddy has now, sweetheart. My
girlfriend left me today, so it's just you and me." I was so excited, but at
the same time, I felt bad too. He sounded so sad.
"Daddy, you'll always have me. I'm your little girl. Can I give you a kiss,
Daddy?" I said to him and made a little smooch sound into the phone.
"Mandy, baby, you always know what to do and say to make Daddy happy, don't
you?" He said to me as I made kissy sounds. "Daddy loves you so much, baby.
Can you feel how much on your little bottom?" I could imagine that I was
sitting in his lap and told him that I was wiggling around and could feel
something hard in his pants.
"Want me to take it out and kiss it too, Daddy?" I said and giggled. "You
know how much I love to kiss your cock, Daddy."
"Yes, baby, pull Daddy's cock out and show him how much you love him." He
replied and I started to suck on my dildo, telling him how I would kiss it,
lick it, and suck it for him like a good little girl should for her daddy.
As I listened to him panting slightly over the phone, I knew that he was
getting as excited as me. My smooth pussy was wet and I desperately wanted
his cock in me.
"Lay down on your back, baby. Daddy wants to taste that sweet, little girl
pussy." He said and I flipped over on my back, spread my legs and started to
rub on my hard clit. "Daddy is going to lick that sweet, little fuck-button
now, baby. Rub it for me, Mandy. Rub it for Daddy" He said into the phone
and my fingers were rubbing back and forth across my hard clit. I started to
moan a bit and he said, "That's it, baby, do it for Daddy. Give Daddy your
hot, sweet girl-juice." I was getting so excited that I didn't know if I
could hold back but it didn't seem that he wanted me to wait for him tonight
because he said, "Cum for Daddy, sweetie. Don't hold back. Daddy needs you
to cum a lot tonight, baby." With that encouragement, I rubbed faster and
harder with my entire hand, moaning and groaning into the phone.
"Oh Daddy, I'm close, so close," I said, "Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" I couldn't
hold it back and let loose with a scream, "Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming
for you Daddy!"
I felt my pussy pulse and gush all over my hand. I was breathing hard and
shaking. That was, by far, the best orgasm I'd had on the phone yet.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Between gasps for breath, I said, "Oh yes, Daddy. I feel great! That was the
best ever!" He chuckled at that and I continued, "But Daddy, you didn't cum,
did you?"
"Not yet, sweetie, but now Daddy wants to put his big, hard cock in that
sweet, wet pussy. Are you ready for Daddy to stretch your little pussy,
baby?" He replied.
"Oh yes, Daddy. Let me spread my little legs really wide for you, so you can
give me your big daddy-cock!" I said and spreading my legs wide, I reached
for my dildo. I got it right by my hot, little hole, ready to push it inside
the minute he gave me the word. "I'm ready for you, daddy. Give it to your
little girl!" I said almost breathlessly.
"Daddy is pushing it in now, baby. Oh baby, your little pussy is so tight
around Daddy's big cock. Can you really take it all, baby?" He said and I
replied, "Oh yes, Daddy! Please, give it all to your little girl! Fuck me,
Daddy!" I started to push the dildo in and out of my pussy, moaning and
groaning. I could hear his panting getting shorter and louder. I pumped
faster and harder.
"Do it to me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl, Daddy. I can take it! Give it to
me, Daddy!" I nearly screamed into the phone as I rapidly pumped the dildo
in and out of my dripping little cunt. I could hear that he was getting
close and I wanted to make sure that he came hard, so in between my own
gasps, I said, "Cum in me, Daddy. Fill your little girl's pussy with cum!"
In a few moments, I heard him let out an enormous groan and he said, "Daddy's
cumming in you, baby. Daddy's filling you up with daddy-juice!"
That sent me over the edge again and I let loose, saying, "Cum in me, Daddy!
Cum in your little girl!" My pussy exploded and I started to shake. It was
so intense! I could hear him panting as hard as I was panting. I knew that
we'd both cum all over the place. I giggled a little bit and said, "Daddy, I
think we've both made a mess."
He laughed and said, "I know that I did. It's just too bad my little
Mandy-girl isn't here to lick it all up for me."
I ended the call saying, "You know I would lick it all up if I was there,
Daddy. I hope to talk to you again soon. Call me anytime."
"Good-bye sweetheart. Sweet dreams. I'll talk to you soon." He said and we
both hung up the phone. I lay there naked in my bed thinking about what he'd
said about his girlfriend. I was sad for him but excited for me because it
meant he'd be calling more often and I loved talking and playing with him.
The next day was Sunday and every Sunday I went over to my Dad's house for
brunch with him and Barbara. I got up, got ready, and headed out the door.
As I was leaving, I heard the phone ring, but I kept going. Whoever was
calling would just have to call back later because I never took calls on
Sunday mornings. I got to my Dad's house and walked in the back door. The
silence was what struck me first as being strange because Barbara always had
music playing while she cooked. When I walked into the kitchen, I knew
something was definitely wrong because there wasn't anybody in the kitchen
and nothing was cooking. I called out for my Dad and then for Barbara. At
first, I didn't hear anything and was about to call out again when I heard
my Dad say from the living room, "Oh hi, sweetie. I just tried to call you,
but I must've missed you. I'm in here."
I walked into the living room and saw my Dad sitting slump-shouldered on the
couch. He looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Oh,
Dad, what's happened? Are you okay? Is Barb okay? Where is Barb?" I said in
quick succession as I walked over to him, sat down on the couch, and put my
arm around his shoulders. He looked me in the eyes for a moment, let out a
deep sigh and said, "Barb left me yesterday. She just packed up her things
and left. I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm not in the mood for much of anything
right now. I tried to call you and cancel brunch today, but I missed you. I'm
sorry, sweetheart."
I was stunned speechless. I wanted to ask a million questions but I could
sense that he wanted to be alone so I said, "I'm so sorry. Is there anything
I can do for you, Dad, before I go?"
"No sweetie, that's okay. I'll give you a call later this week once I've had
a chance to get a better handle on it all." He said. I gave him a big hug, a
kiss on the cheek, and told him how much I loved him. I got up slowly and
headed back to my apartment.
As I walked back to my apartment, thinking about my Dad and Barbara, I got
to thinking about "Daddy Bob" and his girlfriend and suddenly I stopped,
stunned. It couldn't be, could it? Was that what was so special about "Daddy
Bob"? Was "Daddy Bob" my real Dad?
Story Submitted by: Mandy
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