Between My Sheets

"Hello?"

I answered my ringing phone from the backseat of my parent’s car. I’m close with my family, but not a fan of entire-family outings. I don’t live with them anymore; in fact, I don’t even live near them anymore, so a trip home is sure to include a ton of excursions. I was looking forward to spending time with them…but not to the family functions I’d have to attend.

His breath was ragged on the other end of the line, making my heart jump into my throat. Was something wrong?

"Hello?" I asked again.

"Mmmmm baby…what are you doing? Are you with your parents?"

"Yes," I said, looking up at my dad, who was eyeing me in the rear-view mirror as I talked on my cell phone. "What’s up?"

"My cock."

I immediately turned down the volume on my phone, paranoid that my parents would hear.

"I can’t…"

"I know."

He panted into the phone, open, vulnerable. I felt myself grow wet and longed to be with him, or at least alone at home, where I could phone-fuck him like a good little slut. He groaned, and it was all I could do to look like nothing was going on.

"Right now…I have my long, rock-hard cock in my hand. Fuck, baby, I want your lips around it."

"You’re evil."

"I know."

I giggled, trying to make it seem like I was holding a regular conversation while he described the precum dripping down the head of his cock and groaned again into the phone.

"God, I want you, baby."

I heard him begin to stroke himself, slowly, rhythmically, and my pussy throbbed in response.

"Imagine me there, baby, pressed between your shaking thighs, rocking in and out of you slowly. Fuuuuuuuuuuck…."

I closed my eyes, trying not to let the moan escape my lips. My parents were chattering away, driving to my Grandma’s house, talking about who knows what while I was on the phone…and all I could think about was fucking him.

"Evil." I repeated.

"You want me, don’t you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

My eyes snapped open. My parents had to be listening to my end of the conversation.

"Yes…sir…" I said timidly, knowing that "Daddy" would raise way too many questions when I hung up.

"Mmmmmmm…." He described to me how he was pumping his cock harder, imagining my tight cunt wrapped around it, pulling at my hips, thrusting deep inside of me with every pump.

"You wanna make me cum, baby?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm. More than anything."

"Oh fuuuuuck, Rori…." His breathing grew irregular and he was lost in his own world, bring himself to the brink. He moaned into my ear as we pulled into my grandmother’s driveway, and I heard him cry out as he exploded.

I lagged behind as my family walked into the house.

"Soooooo evil."

He laughed. "You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Rori?"

"You know I am. I’m all yours."

We exchanged I love yous and hung up. I have to admit, listening to him cum was something completely new to me, at least in a setting where I couldn’t play as well. My Daddy loves me so much, and I feel really lucky that he’d share that with me. He knew that I’d be thinking about it before bed that night.

And I was…