Daddy called while I was already in bed, wearing nothing but the little pink nightie he bought me. My pussy ached, wanting so desperately to be filled, so I texted him saying as much. My phone lit up with his name seconds later and I answered on the first ring. I missed him. His voice came through low and steady, asking me if i’ve been a good girl for him.
“of course I have,” I tell him, “but I’m so horny.” I needed him to help me feel good. I needed Daddy phone sex.
“Lay back and spread those legs baby. I want you to touch your pussy for daddy. Let me hear how much you miss daddy’s dick.” I slid my hand down between my legs like he said, spreading my thighs wide on the sheets. My fingers found my pussy already wet, and I started rubbing frantically at my throbbing clitty, desperate to make myself cum for daddy.
He told me to push two fingers inside, so I did, fucking myself while he listened to every wet sound. I whimpered into the phone as I pumped my fingers deeper, curling them the way he taught me. He made me pull them out and taste myself, then go right back to rubbing my puffy pink clit faster. My hips rocked up off the bed as I chased the feeling, legs shaking.
He told me to pinch my nipples hard through the thin fabric, twisting until it hurt so good. I kept rubbing, getting messier, until he counted down and told me to cum. My whole body jerked as I came hard around my fingers, soaking the sheets. I stayed there panting, still touching myself gently while he told me how proud he was of his good girl. When he finally said goodnight, I kept my fingers inside like he told me to.


















