call me daddy 2

The woman who picked me up wasn’t very chatty. I was kind of glad – as I’d never gotten into the car with a stranger before, and I was unsure what to say. I didn’t want to make polite conversation, and clearly she didn’t either – so we just drove in silence for the next three hours. I asked her to drop me off on the outskirts of the small village where the nearest hostel was, and she obliged. My eyes began to droop again as the dark countryside zoomed past, and the rhythmic humming of the engine had a strangely hypnotic affect on me. My head flopped forwards onto my rucksack even lower, and before I knew it I was snoring. Suddenly, I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the woman peering at me with a kind expression on her face. “We’re here” she said, gesturing to the building we were parked in front of “I figured I’d just take a detour and drop you off at the hostel. It’s very late, and I wouldn’t feel right having you walk through the village on your own.” Her kind words immediately made me feel deeply emotional, and I had to force myself to smile with gratitude – otherwise I might have just burst into tears. “You didn’t have to do that” I said, trying to keep my voice steady “thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” “It’s no bother” the woman said, refusing the twenty dollars that I thrust towards her “you take care now.” With that she drove away, leaving me standing just outside the hostel, feeling emotional and uneasy. I quickly checked myself, and took a deep breath. If I was going to get used to a tough life on the road then I had better start toughening up! I picked up my case and my rucksack, then walked through the doors of the hostel. I was greeted by a grumpy and tired looking man, sitting behind a small desk in the hallway. I told him I’d only be staying the night, and paid him for my room. He didn’t bother getting up out of his desk to show me to where I would be staying, but instead pointed a bony finger towards a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. I thanked him and made my way in that direction, through the doors and then found my room. It was very basic, and some of the paint was peeling off the walls, but it was clean, at least. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and tested it’s firmness. It felt as though it might break at any second! I sighed a deep sigh and began to take out my sleeping bag. When I had researched the hostel on the internet I noticed that it had showers, but I certainly didn’t feel like trying them out in the middle of the night. Instead, I slipped out of my jeans and coat, and slid into my sleeping bag, before lying down (slowly and carefully) on the bed. It had been an exhausting few hours, not to mention stressful, so I was glad to finally get some rest. Before long, the distant sounds of traffic outside, and the thud of footsteps coming from other guests inside the hostel gradually began to fade. I slipped into a deep and restful sleep – allowing my dreams to take me to strange and disturbing places. I was running down a long, dark corridor with a door at the end of it. I don’t know what I was running from, but I did know that it was chasing me. The faster I ran, the more it seemed to gain on me and the further away the door seemed. I felt a rising sense of panic, and tried to cry out but no sound came from me. It was as if I were trying to run underwater! Then suddenly a figure appeared in front of me, and I crashed headlong into his chest. I felt strong arms enveloping me, squeezing me tight, so that all the fear and frustration melted away. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, and hear his heavy breathing. Then I felt his hands sliding over my body – tugging at my clothes. It was so vivid and real! I could actually feel him as he pulled against the fabric of my clothes, tugging down my skirt so that my bare legs were exposed to the cold air. I couldn’t see his face, but that didn’t matter. I was more concerned with his hands than his face... “You’re a bad girl” I heard a distant voice say, and I suddenly opened my eyes... and screamed. A hand was immediately clasped over my mouth to quiet me, and I squealed as I realised who it was that was manhandling me this way. My stepdad peered down at me with a strange look in his eyes, studying my face as he hushed me. “Don’t make a sound” he whispered. There was no threatening tone in his voice, but somehow it was still authoritative. I knew I had to do what he said. He removed his hand and I gasped. I wanted to scream and shout, but something about the way he was looking at me made me remain silent and still. All I could do was scowl at him, feeling my heart racing. It was then that I noticed that my sleeping bag had been pulled down, and I was lying beneath him wearing nothing but a skimpy vest top and my panties. "What are you doing here?" I whispered, rage emanating from my voice "have you been following me you psycho?" My stepdad chuckled and bent low, over me so that his face was just a few inches from mine. He had one hand pressed firmly on my shoulder, pinning me to the bed -- and used his other to gently stroke my cheek. I should've recoiled at that, but instead I felt my stomach do a somersault at his touch. I gasped again, but made no sound of protest. "Of course I followed you" my stepdad whispered, his lips just inches from mine "I had to make sure you were safe. There are a lot of bad men in the world, Sally. A lot of men who would take advantage of you, given the chance...” His lips were just centimetres from mine now; I could feel his breath gently grazing my sensitive skin as he spoke. This was a strange and frankly surreal situation to be in, but for some reason it felt right. I felt my anger dissipating completely as he spoke, and became more and more aware a rising heat between my legs. At that moment, the man looming over me wasn't my stepdad anymore. He was concerned, kind stranger with a soothing voice and strong hands. I licked my lips, and inhaled sharply as he pressed his mouth against mine. I knew it was coming, yet is still surprised me to actually feel it. His mouth was rough, and I could feel his stubble grazing my chin as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening, so I simply laid there and allowed him to kiss me -- sliding his tongue over my own in smooth, passionate strokes. I couldn't believe I was kissing my stepdad! And I couldn't believe it was causing my pussy to get very, very wet. My stepdad shifted position, half straddling me with his knee between my legs and one knee resting on the bed. He pressed his groin up against me, and I could feel his huge erection through his pants. He was hard and ready to me; I could tell he was particularly excited because he was trying to keep his breathing regular, and failing. He kissed me with a deep sense of urgency now, and pressed down onto my body with the weight of his own, pinning me to the bed. It felt so wrong to be doing this! I felt ashamed of myself by the way I was letting him carry on. But deep down I knew that I wanted it. My pussy was aching in my panties, desperate to be touched and fondled by his strong hands. At that moment I wanted my daddy to touch my pussy. I wanted him to feel how wet I was. Suddenly my daddy grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up into a sitting position. I immediately took advantage of my freedom, and pulled my vest over my head -- revealing my firm and perfectly round trips. My daddy gasped as he gazed at me. He removed his shirt, and I too drank in the sight of this toned body. For a couple of seconds we stared at each other, like we were just realising the enormity of what was happening. But neither of us stopped it.