Do I ever have a story to tell and it falls under the Ageplay phone sex young voice category. My Dad has a friend living with us. This guy’s wife kicked him out because he is a pure asshole wrapped up in douche. I mean he really is bad. I can’t stand him. Not in the least. For one thing he refers to me as his “baby girl” and constantly gives me clothing that looks like someone who is much much MUCH younger than I would wear, but in my size. He leaves them on my bed with notes like, “Wouldn’t be fun to go back in time and have some fun with your Daddy’s best friend.” ICK…NO, no it would not! I’m all for ageplay but not when the guy is just so creepy and dickish.
Yesterday there were three packs of Twizzlers on the counter. These are my favorite type of candy in the world. I thought that my Dad had put them there for me because before he left for work he had gone grocery shopping. So there I was chomping away on a few of them when the asshole came into the kitchen. He smiled and said, “Oh, you accepted my gift…” I said, “What gift?” He told me he had left them for me, and since I was eating them then that must mean I wanted to do what he said on the note. Um, what note? I didn’t see any note. I told him that and he reached into his pocket and made this face like, OMGOSH I completely forgot this was in my jeans. I put the Twizzlers down.
He handed me the note and it said, “Trudy, I know my soon to be baby girl loves Twizzlers so I am leaving these for you, and I will know that if you open them and eat them that will be a sign that you want to play.” I became really mad. What a dirty trick. I told him to fuck off! He grabbed me really hard and told me that if I didn’t play then that means that I stole those candies and he would not put up with having a thief taking his stuff. I just laughed and spit in his face. I should not of done that.
I have never in my life been treated so roughly. He was super pissed and he had his way with me. He took my ass, my mouth, my pussy. It hurt so badly that I actually cried. He told me that I was bad little one and I needed to be punished and learn my place! This went on for over a hour. The whole time he kept making me tell him my age and talk in a little girl voice. He also told me if I said anything to my Dad that he would come back one night and make sure that I never opened my mouth again…for any reason. One thing for certain is that I will never ever eat another Twizzlers again for as long as I live.