Chapter 2

“I like you being older than me. I don’t know why, but it is part of the attraction.” I said quietly, feeling as if he was rejecting me because I was younger than him.

“Hmmm. Really!” He said, his voice sounding interested but slow and distant. I didn’t know whether he was contemplating me or falling asleep.

There was a long pause. My mind was going mad. In the silence I was slowly becoming aware of the madness of this call, of the ridiculousness of my imagination and fetish and girlie crush. Finally, I couldn’t bare it any longer. “I’m sorry for waking you with this stupid call, I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry.” I went to switch off the phone.

“I’m not sorry.” I heard distantly as I was about to press the little red button. Despite all the reality hitting me I rushed to press the phone back to my ear. “I’m not sorry at all. It’s nice to be woken up by a hot little thing whispering sweet nothings in my ear. You got me all worked up, Sweetie.”

I could barely breathe, but in my excitement I let out a little moan.

“Oh, you horny little bitch!” He chuckled. “So, you dressed up after your evening shower?”

“Yes.” I admitted quietly, with barely enough breath to speak.

“Why? Were you pretending you were coming to my bed?”

“Huh. Where did you get the clothes?”

“My cousin left a lot of stuff that I’m storing for her and then I bought some too.” I confessed.

“Did you put on perfume and make up too?”

“Uhhhhh, no. I didn’t think to.” I replied. A sudden rush of erotic charge ran through me, a realization that I wanted all of those girlie accessories too, the painted lips, the pretty smells.

“Well, Sweetie, if you are pretending to be my girl, you need to know that any girl wanting to get in my bed needs to be looking hot. She’d have hot red lips and mascara and eyeliner and all the rest. She’d smell sexy too, a nice sexy scent. You would want to look your best for me wouldn’t you sweetie?”

“Yes.” I replied quietly.

“Yes, Daddy.” He corrected. “You know that’s what you want to call me. Call me Daddy, I’d like that. Daddies take care of their little girls. You’d like me to take care of you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I replied in a gasp, the relief exploding out of me.

“Then you need to go and make yourself look pretty for me, Sweetie.” Then he chuckled. “Hah, it felt good to call me Daddy, didn’t it, Sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy. I didn’t know how right it could feel.”

“Good girl. Now, you need to get out of bed for me, Sweetie. You need to go and put your make up on for me. I’m already horny for you, Sweetie, but it’s only right that you make yourself pretty for me. you can do that for me, can’t you, Sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I purred, loving the knowledge that he was horny for me, loving being told what to do.

“Pour yourself a big glass of wine to sip while you do your makeup, it might take a while. And don’t forget to turn on the heat. I don’t want my little girl getting cold as she puts on her makeup!” He said playfully.

“Yes, Daddy.” I assented, getting out of bed, putting on the sexy lace robe I bought only a few days before. My whole being was thrilling at this game, this fabulously realistic sexual game. I turned up the heat as I walked first to the kitchen for a glass of Chablis then into the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers of my cousin’s makeup, looking for the best stuff.

He kept up a stream of questions and suggestions as I started to play with the makeup. “How does the lipstick feel on your lips? Don’t overdo it, it’s not paint, it’s make up. Just enough to make your pretty face look even prettier. How does your hair look? How about some gel? Or some glitter? What are you doing tomorrow? Do you feel prettier? How do your panties feel? Do they feel tight in front? Are you aroused? You can touch your little clit, rub it a little through your panties for me, just enough to keep you aroused, not too much though. I don’t want you cumming without my permission. Does it feel good, Sweetie? Pinch your nipples for me, Sweetie. Imagine how it will feel to be in my bed, my hands on you, all over you. Do you have any heels, Sweetie? I love a girl in heels. Put your heels on for me. Tell me when you are finished, Sweetie.” His deep seductive voice rumbled across the phone, I could hear music quiet in the background.

Finally, incredibly aroused, I was able to say: “I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Mmmmmmm, Good.” He purred. “Time for the bedroom! How’s that glass of wine holding up, Sweetie?”

“I drank it all, Daddy.”

“Go and get a refill, Sweetie. You deserve it.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I said heading for the kitchen. Pouring myself another big glass and taking a deep gulp of the cold dry liquid. Oh, how I was loving this fabulous role play! He was so wonderful, so controlled and so patient. So understanding. What a wonderful Daddy I had.

“I can hear your heels clicking on the floor. Which room are you in?”

“Do you have a mirror on the wall?”

“Look in it. What do you see? Is she sexy?”

“Yes, Daddy. More sexy than I could have imagined.”

“Do you have your wine glass in your hand?”

“How lonely! Surely you should take one for your Daddy too! Put your’s down and go and pour another.”

“Yes, Daddy, Sorry.” I said as I returned to the kitchen. Pouring another glass and heading back through the living room to my bedroom, he again had me stop infront of the mirror.

“Do your lips look full and red?”

“Imagine mine pressed up against them, my tongue probing between them, invading your mouth.”

“Ohhhh, Daddy!” I moaned as my hand wandered down to stroke my hard clit.

“Imagine them wrapped around my thick hard cock. Imagine the feel of it in your mouth, my hands in your hair. Imagine the feel of it pressing against the entrance to your throat. Does it feel good, Sweetie, to have Daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

“Ohhhhhhhh! Yes, Daddy, yessss.” I hissed, aroused beyond belief.

“Turn around. Look at your tight little ass in your panties. Imagine my cock there, pushing against you, straining to get inside you.”

“Ohhhhhhh, Daddy.” I moaned as I watched my ass involuntarily push backwards, greedy for the pretend cock.

“Imagine my cock, pushing into you, hot and hard and thick. Imagine it deep inside you filling you completely, my hands on you pulling you tight onto me. You want it don’t you! You want Daddy’s big thick cock inside you!”

“Ohhhhhh, Yes Daddy, please make me your girl.” I whimpered, my ass inside its satin covering rocking rhythmically back onto my imaginary daddy’s imaginary cock. My mind so full of desire I could almost feel him inside me.

“Are you ready to take you Daddy back to your bed? Ready to give yourself to me, Sweetie? Ready to be my girl?”

“Oh yessss, Daddy. I want you so much. Please take me to your bed, Daddy. Show me how to pleasure you and teach me to be your girl.” I said, giving in to a wave of lust, entirely engulfed in a dreamlike desire.

“Knock, knock, Sweetie!” He said, his voice seductive music to my ears.

Then “Knock. Knock!” came the sound of a rapping on my appartment door only two paces away from where I stood.