The next evening

The next day was Sunday, and it dragged along. Every time Lucy received a new message on her phone, she jumped, hoping it was him. But it was just friends, gossiping, asking her what happened to her last night when she disappeared, just the general chat she got every day. But it was never him.

She tried to concentrate on other things, reading, watching telly, but all the time her mind returned to him, to the stranger she had called daddy. She never let her phone out of her sight, scared he may contact her and she wouldn’t see it instantly.

She’d fallen asleep the previous night looking at the picture of herself, having masturbated to the image, driving her largest vibrator deep inside her wet pussy. And twice already today she had repeated that, laying naked on her bed, legs wide apart fucking herself, moaning, calling out “daddy” as she came hard. But nothing could satisfy her and by the evening she was still horny, her knickers still feeling so wet as she made herself something to eat.

Even as she prepared her food, she couldn’t stop herself sliding a hand down her jeans, slipping it inside both her jeans and knickers, down over her wet smooth pussy, a finger teasing her throbbing clit. Her body shuddered with just the slightest touch and she stood against the kitchen sink and drove her finger deeper into herself, unable to stop herself, pleasuring herself for the third time today.

As she stood there panting, knees shaking, her phone buzzed yet again, and for a brief moment she considered ignoring it and to finish what she had started. But she couldn’t, convincing herself that she must respond immediately if it were him.

With an effort she pulled her hand free, the sweet smell of her sex filling her nostrils as she did. She staggered to the table where she had placed her phone, picking it up already prepared for yet another disappointment.

Her eyes widened as she saw it was him, the word “daddy” displayed to show who the message was from. Just the thought that it was from him made her pussy throb more, and quickly she opened the message.

“I hope my little girl is being good” it begun, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she thought of what she had been doing moments earlier. “Tell daddy what you have on.” It was such a standard question, the sort of boring dull line she had guys asking her every time she chatted online, but from him it was still exciting, it meant he was interested in her tonight.