Life as a good little girl/You call Joe about your clothes
From Create Your Own Story
For a moment you simply lie in bed, savoring the feeling of being freshly fucked. Sure your ass kind of hurts, but it felt so good, and you little cunt felt like it was going to explode or something.
"I'm gonna let a lot of guys fuck my asshole," you confess to the phone. "It felt sooo good!"
Even now as you remember the sensation you wish you could go right back to your brother's room. Putting the phone down on your naked chest you let your hands wander downward for a moment before the feel of the phone on your chest reminds you of what you're really supposed to be doing.
"He's so right. I really am a dumb bimbo when I'm horny," you giggle, picking up the phone. For a long moment you can only stare at it as you try to remember Joe's phone number. Eventually you tap out the numbers and wait, the fingers of one hand drifting up and down the front of your body, making you arch your back a little. Several times your hand shakes so bad that you hit the wrong number and have to fix it. At last the number is right and you hear the phone ringing.
By that point your free hand is strumming away at your soaking pussy. It doesn't feel as good as when Mark was fucking your ass, but it still feels darn good.
"'lo?" a familiar voice calls out as your finger plunges inward. You freeze for a moment, knowing you should stop, but instead you pull your finger out and plunge it back in.
"Daddy!" you squeal out in a shaky voice.
"Stephi? Why are you calling?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about you," you tell him, fucking your finger back inside again.
"Were you? Pleasant thoughts, I hope?" he chuckles.
You nearly gasp from the sensations in your pussy, and laugh shakily. "Y-yeah. Real good..."
"So do you need something?"
"Huh? No, I... Oh!" you suddenly remember why you were calling and straighten up to a sitting position, putting your back against the headboard. Your fingers - when had the second finger joined the first? - come out of your sopping sex with an audible sucking sound that you hope he doesn't hear.
"I forgot, you took the wrong boxes. All my good clothes were in the ones you took. I can't fit in any of the clothes I've still got. Could you bring back my boxes?"
"Dammit Stephi, I asked you which ones to take..."
"I know! You know how stupid I can be sometimes. I don't have anything to wear, and I'm sitting naked in bed. Please bring me back clothes."
Joe lets out a huff that sounds almost as shaky as your voice had been when you'd been playing with yourself. He must be mad at you.
"Maybe just one box?" you plead.
"Fine. I'm just outside the drop-off. I'll go grab a box of clothes for you. Most of your stuff is too hot for this climate anyway."
You almost clap at his words, and bounce up and down in the bed. "Great! Thanks daddy!"
Joe grumbles something, then hangs up, leaving you to celebrate your success by bouncing up and down some more. Reaching over to the nightstand you put the phone down and slide down the bed, wondering what you'll do in the meantime.
Instead of deciding on anything you find yourself re-living the loss of your virginity. Instead of Mark penetrating your ass it's a scary looking black man with a dick as thick as a coke can. He saws it in and out without a care for your comfort, and you find yourself bucking your ass back at him like a good little girl. In reward he grabs hold of your hair and yanks with one hand, the other latching onto one stiff, greedy nipple, pulling on it like he's trying to make your breasts start to grow. You moan in pleasure, groan in pain, but never raise a hand to alter what he's doing.
"Stephi," he says, his hand rubbing across one breast, calluses scraping the tender flesh.
"Mmmm."
"Stephi, wake up," the hand rubbing harder against your chest.
"Ahhh," you sigh, blissfully at the treatment.
"Time to wake up, little girl," he says, and starts to fade away, his monstrous dick abandoning you, but the hand on your chest staying.
"Stephi?"
"Wha...?" you blink, your vision fuzzy, and you realize you're on your back and the only one with you is...
"Daddy?" you squeak, forcing yourself up onto your elbows.
"I thought you weren't going to wake up, Stephi," Joe says, smiling down at you. "I brought you something. But first..."
Leaning down Joe's mouth lands atop yours as it usually does for his special kiss, but with your mind still half in the dream you find yourself parting your lips, your tongue darting out to swipe across his lips, which part in surprise, giving you the space you need to dart your sharp little tongue into his mouth. For a brief moment you feel his tongue, and his hand clenches, catching your nipples between two fingers like a pinching crab.
The sensation brings you abruptly back to your senses, and you pull back, eyes wide, praying that he didn't notice.
"I, uh... Clothes?" you ask, sure that your face must be beet red. He stares down at you for a moment, lips slightly parted, then smiles.
"On the dresser. Since you're so tired maybe you should sleep and check them out tomorrow."
"Uh-huh," you nod, turning away as if you're already drifting back to sleep. Inside you pray he didn't notice you trying to french kiss him.
"Nighty night," he says, and gets up. You feel the bed rock, hear his steps on the floor, and then you are alone.
