1. The Wrong Number


    Date: 1/5/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Reluctance, Voyeurism, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    I picked up my cell phone and answered it without looking at the display. A sobbing, female voice said, “Daddy?” Being that I had no children, I responded, “I’m not your Dad. I think you have the wrong number.” “Sorry,” she sobbed. “Pardon me, I’ll try again.” A few moments later, my phone rang again. A considerably calmer voice replied to my ‘Hello?’ with, “Oh, no. Did I misdial again?” I said, “That’s OK. You misdialed twice now and got me both times. It bothers me to hear a girl cry. You’re obviously distraught about something. Is there anything I can do to help? Can I look up a number or anything for you?” “It’s just an end to a real shitty day. My car broke down this morning for the second time this week and it made me late to work again. Then at the end of the day, I was fired for being tardy two times in less than a week. So I’ve lost my job, my car is dead, I can’t get a hold of anyone for a ride and to top it off, apparently my Dad changed his number.” “Look I’m a trustworthy guy and like I said I hate to see a girl cry. Where are you?” “I’m in front of Ryan’s Sports Bar.” “That’s less than 3 miles from my house, would you let me pick you up and drive you home? It would make me feel better and it sounds like you could really use the help. It’s no trouble and I could stand to generate a little good Karma." She said, “Well, if you’re sure. I hate to impose.” I said, “Nonsense, I’ll be there in 5 minutes or so. Watch for a blue ’72 Corvette convertible.” In a tone of ...
    relief, she said, “OK, by the way, name is Calleigh. My friends call me Cal.” I said, “OK, Cal. My name is Richard; my friends call me Rick. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I went out my garage and climbed behind the wheel of my ‘Vette and took off for the bar. I pulled into the lot and saw a girl earnestly looking at my car as I pulled into a parking space. She walked over to the car and said, “Rick? I’m Cal .” I was speechless. The tall goddess standing before me had it all. Obviously, being either a server or bartender, she was dressed quite provocatively and her skintight hip-huggers worn with sneakers did absolutely nothing to mask her long, slender legs and nice ass. The shiny burgundy top with a bit of sparkling gold brocade she had on was cut very low, revealing just a tiny glimpse of the lacy black bra worn underneath that forced her substantial boobs up and together, creating a cleavage 2 nd to none I’d ever seen in person. It was also snug enough around her torso that her flat belly looked almost sunken in comparison to her boobs. To top it all off, she had blonde wavy hair with strawberry highlights down well past her bra strap and it almost looked as though it was wind-blown from either a helmet-less ride on a bike or riding in a convertible. Her eyes were almost the same shade of Briar Blue as my Corvette and when she smiled, it melted my heart. And I still hadn’t spoken. She said, “You are Rick, right?” I said, “Yes, I’m Rick, it’s a pleasure meeting you Cal. I’m ...
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