The phone buzzed on the nightstand, cutting through the silence of the bedroom. I groaned, reaching blindly for it, my wife stirring slightly beside me. The screen glowed with an unknown number, and for a moment, I hesitated. Could it be work? At this hour? I swiped to answer, my voice low and rough from sleep. "Hello?" The voice on the other end was light, playful, and immediately familiar. Too familiar. "Oopsie! Did I wake you, Mr. Mark?" I froze, the words sinking in. Tara. My daughter’s friend. The one with the innocent face, the one who always seemed to linger just a little too long when she came over. Her voice was a mix of sugar and mischief, and I could almost see her pouting lips, her big green eyes wide with faux regret. "Tara? It’s late. What’s going on?" "Oh, nothing really. I just… accidentally called you," she giggled, the sound like a bell ringing in my ear. "But since I have you on the line…" Her voice dropped, soft and sultry, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. "I’ve been thinking about you, Mr. Mark. A lot." I sat up, my heart pounding, my wife still asleep beside me. "Tara, you shouldn’t—" "It’s okay," she interrupted, her voice laced with that baby-girl lisp she knew drove men wild. "We don’t have to tell anyone. It can be our little secret. Daddy’s dirty secret." The words hit me like a punch to the gut, my mind racing. This is wrong. So wrong. But my body was already betraying me, a heat spreading through me that I couldn’t ignore. "Tara, I don’t—" "Shhh," she cooed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Just close your eyes, Daddy. Let me take care of you." I couldn’t help myself. My hand moved almost involuntarily, slipping under the covers, my breath hitching as she continued to speak, her words painting a picture I knew I shouldn’t want, but couldn’t resist. "Are you touching yourself, Daddy?" she purred, her voice dripping with innocence and sin in equal measure. "I bet you are. I bet you’re thinking about me, about how small I am compared to you, about how I’d feel in your arms." I groaned, my hand moving faster, her words sending waves of pleasure through me. "Tell me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Tell me what you’d do to me if I were there right now." "I… I’d pick you up," I stammered, my voice thick with desire. "You’re so tiny, I’d lift you like you weigh nothing." "Mmm, yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. "And then what?" "I’d hold you against the wall," I continued, my imagination running wild. "Your legs wrapped around me, your little body pressed against mine." "Yes, Daddy," she moaned, and I could hear the faint sound of her own hand moving, the wet slurp of her fingers as she touched herself. "And what would you do next?" "I’d kiss you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’d kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, until you were begging for more." "God, yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "And then what, Daddy? What would you do to me?" "I’d take you," I growled, my hand moving faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "I’d fill you up, make you mine, make you scream my name." "That’s it, Daddy," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. "Cum for me. Cum for your little girl." The tension in me snapped, my body convulsing as I came, my breath hitching as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I could hear her on the other end, her own moans mingling with mine, the sound of her wetness as she moved her fingers faster. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped. "I can feel it. I can feel you cumming for me." Her words sent another jolt of pleasure through me, my body shuddering as I came harder than I had in years. "That’s it, Daddy," she cooed, her voice soft and sultry once more. "Now rest. We’ll talk again soon." The line went dead, and I fell back against the pillows, my heart still racing, my body still trembling. What the hell have I just done? But even as the guilt began to creep in, I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me at the thought of hearing her voice again. Daddy’s dirty secret, indeed.

I was woken by a late-night call from Tara, my daughter’s friend, who confessed she had been thinking about me and wanted to keep it a secret. During the call, she led me into a phone sex session, where we both engaged in explicit talk and actions. After we both climaxed, Tara ended the call, leaving me in a state of guilt and excitement.

The phone buzzed on the nightstand, cutting through the silence of the bedroom. I groaned, reaching blindly for it, my wife stirring slightly beside me. The screen glowed with an unknown number, and for a moment, I hesitated. *Could it be work? At this hour?* I swiped to answer, my voice low and rough from sleep.  

"Hello?"  

The voice on the other end was light, playful, and immediately familiar. *Too familiar.* "Oopsie! Did I wake you, Mr. Mark?"  

I froze, the words sinking in. *Tara.* My daughter’s friend. The one with the innocent face, the one who always seemed to linger just a little too long when she came over. Her voice was a mix of sugar and mischief, and I could almost see her pouting lips, her big green eyes wide with faux regret.  

"Tara? It’s late. What’s going on?"  

"Oh, nothing really. I just… *accidentally* called you," she giggled, the sound like a bell ringing in my ear. "But since I have you on the line…" Her voice dropped, soft and sultry, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. "I’ve been thinking about you, Mr. Mark. A *lot.*"  

I sat up, my heart pounding, my wife still asleep beside me. "Tara, you shouldn’t—"  

"It’s okay," she interrupted, her voice laced with that baby-girl lisp she knew drove men wild. "We don’t have to tell anyone. It can be our little secret. *Daddy’s dirty secret.*"  

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, my mind racing. *This is wrong. So wrong.* But my body was already betraying me, a heat spreading through me that I couldn’t ignore.  

"Tara, I don’t—"  

"Shhh," she cooed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Just close your eyes, Daddy. Let me take care of you."  

I couldn’t help myself. My hand moved almost involuntarily, slipping under the covers, my breath hitching as she continued to speak, her words painting a picture I knew I shouldn’t want, but couldn’t resist.  

"Are you touching yourself, Daddy?" she purred, her voice dripping with innocence and sin in equal measure. "I bet you are. I bet you’re thinking about me, about how small I am compared to you, about how I’d feel in your arms."  

I groaned, my hand moving faster, her words sending waves of pleasure through me.  

"Tell me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Tell me what you’d do to me if I were there right now."  

"I… I’d pick you up," I stammered, my voice thick with desire. "You’re so tiny, I’d lift you like you weigh nothing."  

"Mmm, yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. "And then what?"  

"I’d hold you against the wall," I continued, my imagination running wild. "Your legs wrapped around me, your little body pressed against mine."  

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, and I could hear the faint sound of her own hand moving, the wet *slurp* of her fingers as she touched herself. "And what would you do next?"  

"I’d kiss you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’d kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, until you were begging for more."  

"God, yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "And then what, Daddy? What would you do to me?"  

"I’d take you," I growled, my hand moving faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "I’d fill you up, make you mine, make you scream my name."  

"That’s it, Daddy," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. "Cum for me. Cum for your little girl."  

The tension in me snapped, my body convulsing as I came, my breath hitching as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I could hear her on the other end, her own moans mingling with mine, the sound of her wetness as she moved her fingers faster.  

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped. "I can feel it. I can feel you cumming for me."  

Her words sent another jolt of pleasure through me, my body shuddering as I came harder than I had in years.  

"That’s it, Daddy," she cooed, her voice soft and sultry once more. "Now rest. We’ll talk again soon."  

The line went dead, and I fell back against the pillows, my heart still racing, my body still trembling. *What the hell have I just done?* But even as the guilt began to creep in, I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me at the thought of hearing her voice again.  

Daddy’s dirty secret, indeed.

A married man receives a late-night phone call from his daughter's friend, who seduces him into phone sex, exploring his small girl fetish and dirty fantasies.

Tara, a nymphette with a baby-girl lisp, controls the encounter, making him describe his desires until he reaches climax.

The next day, Tara visits, and their in-person encounter involves her dominating him, exploring his body and pushing his boundaries with her small, delicate frame and overwhelming presence.

Daddy's Dirty Secret

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