Category: daddy/daughter roleplay

 

jailbait

(844-332-2639) ext 398

First thing in the morning, Daddy wakes up with a hard cock. Good thing he has little princess to help. He tells my mom he’s waking me up for school, but he has something way more naughty in mind. He tip toes through the halls and peeks through the door to make sure I’m still sleeping. Little does he know, I’ve always just been playing pretend. I kick off my covers and make sure I’m laying in the perfect position for him in just my panties. Then, I wait for him to come into the room and close the door behind him.

 

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

When Daddy calls, I know I have to answer quickly, or he will punish me later. Today he called, and I did not make it to the phone in time to answer on the first call, so I quickly dialed him back.  I spoke hurriedly as I tried to slow my breathing from running to try to make it to the phone.  I could hear the sternness in his voice as he questioned me about missing his call. No excuse I could give would make my punishment any lighter, so it was pointless to even try to explain, but I decided to anyway.  At the conclusion of the call, his voice still rang in my ears, telling me how I would make it up to him tonight and prove to him why I deserved forgiveness.
Daddy is very strict and particular about the way I dress and look.  He wants me to look clean and polished before he gets me all messy. I showered and prepared my hair with soft curls falling down on each side of my face. I painted my lips in a soft rose colored shade of lip gloss and sprayed my neck and wrists with a dab of the perfume he loved on me the most.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Spring fever is making me so horny lately. All I can think about is sex. I find myself daydreaming about spring break. Some friends and I have a girls’ trip to the coast planned. I fantasize about all the sexy men that might be there. My friends are all thinking about cute college boys. But not me. I’m all about the silver haired married men that I can naughty with. It turns me on so much to flirt with them behind their wives’ backs. I love to see how badly they want a tight teen pussy. One of the things that turns me on so much about married men is that most of them haven’t had a young little pussy in many years. I love getting them harder and more turned on than their wives ever could. It’s so fun to see how men look at me when their wives aren’t looking. It gets me really wet to be honest. I can see the lust in their eyes. It’s a glimpse into what they want me to do for them and to them. And what they want to do to me. I’m here for it and so ready.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Today I, The Daddy’s Girl who’s always been a bit too bold for her own good, found myself in a situation that’s anything but innocent. You could say this was the inception of my Loss of Innocence. It happened when you, a sexy daddy-type, who’s been eyeing me from across the room at all of our recent family gatherings, walking towards me to finally make your move. I can see the smirk on your face, and the lust in your eyes, and I can feel you mentally undressing me as you approach. And let me tell you, I’m not complaining.

I can feel your hard cock pressing through the fabric of your slacks as you hug me tight, my perky tits pressed against you, while we both try to pretend you didn’t just enjoy a handful of my tight ass. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Danika?” your voice a low rumble in my ear that instantly soaks my panties. I bite my lip, looking up at you through my lashes. “I’ve been trying to be good.” But we both know that’s a lie. I’ve been anything but good. I’ve been thinking about fucking you for far, far too long. Continue reading “Loss of Innocence” →

Daddy's Naughty Girl

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s so true for my naughty daddy and me. I’m horny all the time, just like him. I always have been. It seems like the older I get, the hornier my daddy is getting for me. I keep catching him sneaking into my laundry hamper and stealing my panties. I just know he’s jerking off into them, and I wish he’d forget the panties and just pump his load into me!

He’s been acting like it’s too naughty for us to fuck, but I know he wants to. He just needs a firmer push from his naughty girl.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

One day after school, I walked into my room and found Daddy sniffing my panties. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he just loves the way his precious little angel smells. I told him that it was silly for him to smell my panties when he can just smell me instead. His eyes lit up and he asked if he could smell me right then and there. I told him of course he could. He asked me if he could smell me anywhere. I giggled and said yes. That’s when he told me to take all of my clothes off. So I did. Then he told me to lay down on my bed. So I did. He leaned down and put his face in my tummy. Then he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He held it for several seconds as if he was just savoring my smell. Next, he took my legs and spread them wide open. He cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and lifted me up off the bed. Then he planted his face between my legs and licked from my asshole to my clit and back.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It wasn’t that short, I told myself. Just daring. Besides, it’s my favorite skirt. There’s no harm in wearing it! Boy, was I ever wrong. Daddy found me by the front door just as I was about to leave for school. “Amber. Dorothy. Tomsin.” He reserved stating my full name for only two reasons, one of which was when he wanted the room to chill.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” he said, as he gestured to the skirt. “You think dressing like a whore is armor? It makes you a target.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “It’s my body, Daddy!” He sighed. “That’s what they all say.” I looked directly at him, feeling the anger building inside of me. “Haven’t I outgrown your hemline lectures by now?” Daddy’s eyes, tired and grim, locked with mine. “Get upstairs.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

“You’re in so much trouble,” Daddy announced himself as he stepped into the room. I was lying on my tummy playing on my phone. “Do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” He asked with a raised brow. I shrugged a single shoulder.

“Not much.” I sassed. It was hard to keep a straight face when bratting off, but I managed. He towered over me as he got closer, his shadow coming over the screen of my phone, causing me to look up at him.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mommy decided to go out for brunch with her girlfriends.  I knew she’d be gone for hours cause she always was when she went out for a girls’ brunch.  So, I planned to sneak into Daddy’s bed.  Because Daddy avoids my attempts to try and get him alone.  But he won’t be able to dodge me today.  I know Daddy always sleeps in when Mommy goes out for her girl dates.  So, after I heard Mommy leave, I put on my cutest nightie and I snuck into their bedroom.  Daddy laid still snoring away as I climbed up on the bed next to him.  Daddy wasn’t getting away from me this time.

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feet

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I pressed my soles into the damp earth, watching the rich, dark mud squelching between my toes, as I coated them in a thick, satisfying film. Daddy liked it when I committed, so I deliberately sought out the wettest patches and the places where fallen leaves were decaying into a rich, dark compost.

The mud was cool, but quickly warmed from my body heat. It slithered up my ankles, caking my arches, filling the spaces between my toes. I wiggled them, feeling the grittiness as the earthy smell rose to meet me. Perfect. When I finally padded back into the living room, leaving a trail of brown smudges on the polished wood, Daddy was waiting. He was in his usual armchair, a book open on his lap.

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