You start to put on your abaya and your phone rings, there is no number but you feel you should answer, the voice is the same person from the train and I tell you.
“Hurry out and head for the exit I'll be waiting for you”
“Yes Sir” You reply and you haven’t even seen his face properly. You rush out of the toilets hoping no one has noticed. You head to the top of the stairs with searching eyes. The only thing you remember about him is the coat and the hat. Just when you think you have spotted him, the voice in your ears, you are looking in the wrong way and turn left and keep walking he tells you.
“You said on the website you have never seen or touched a cock in real life, correct?”
“Yes, never.” You tell me, I haven’t finished with my questions and ask you.
“Do you want to”
As if on autopilot you answer.
“No Sir”
“Don't lie to me answer truthfully or this ends here and you can go home naked under abaya and lets see how that turns out for you for lying so I last.Do you want to?”
“Yes I want to”
You tell me and instruct you.
“Quickly turn left and head into the park and will some direction once we in the park, hurry looks like the heavens are going open and it looks like it is going to be heavy rain pour.”
You do as your told, you no more than a couple of hundred yards in the park and the heavens open and the rain come thundering down making your abaya stick your naked body and that thought scares and thrill you at the same time all these people rushing by you trying to get out of the rain don't even notice this semi naked pious looking girl walking past them.
You hear me in your ear again.
“Look up can you see the tow shelters up ahead one on the left and one on the right. You will go into the one on the left and you wil sitl down dead in the centre until you hear from me.”
“Yes Daddy”
“Good girl hurry along”
Pick up you pass and on stepping into the shelter you walk to the back sit down and notice you abaya is stuck to your body like a second skin. Your hard nipples are clear as day even the shape of your breasts too. Just than someone walks on and moved to your right hand corner right by the entrance and sat down, nobody walking by would have seen him. It dark in that corner, you can't make out but you know it's the same person from the train. Then there is my voice in your ear.
“Can you see the old man in the opposite corner from me?”
You gasp when you realise there is someone else there and he is looking directly at you and he is rubbing his hand over his own lap. You nod in a haze and stunned state and then I tell you.
“Go and sit right next with thighs touching and tell him Daddy sent me.”
You look at me shocked and angry you want to tell me to go to hell. He is an old white man in his 70s. You don’t want to, it feels so degrading, but what choice do I have you think to yourself and you get up and go and sit next to him. He doesn’t say a word, you swallow and take a deep breath to say what you have been told, it comes out as a whisper.
“Daddy sent me”
A growl comes back.
“Did you say something?”
You feel so humiliated, it is bad enough he is old enough to be my blood grandad and now I have to repeat it to you clear your throat and say it again.
“Daddy sent me”
With that, he grabs your right forearm opens the right side of his coat, and shows his thick white uncut cock looking hard as a pole with the veins throbbing. He takes your hand and places it on his cock. The heat coming from his cock feels like it is going to burn you, you had never even dreamt it may feel like this to be holding a cock in your own. He is moving your hand up and down making you stroke his cock. You know this wrong he is an ugly old man, in your dream it was a handsome man closer to your age or a little older not some perverted old man, and another one watching you and ordering you to do this, this horrible yet his cock feels so good in your hand and you want to stroke the full length of his cock and feel it from the base to the tip of it angry looking head. You ask yourself why is it this degradation feels so good. why can I feel a gush of juices flow from your hungry cunt.
You reach over with your other hand in a haze of humiliating lust and you are now stroking his cock with two hands and there is Daddy’s voice in your ear again.
“See you first feel of infidel man flesh in your hands?”
“ Yes Daddy, no this is degrading and humiliating”
You reply, eyes glued to this white cock and still pumping away, there is a chuckle and then I say.
“Braced yourself”
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