I Role Play Daddy Daughter
I was very disappointed to find condoms in your purse today. I told you if you started having sex with boys, I was going to have to **** you, and do it without your condoms. I know it’s your way of saying you are going to let some sweaty, pimply teenage boy put his **** in you, but you are making him squirt his ***** into a bag on his ****. You want to save your teenage ***** for your Daddy's ***** only. That was the deal.
You are studying in your bedroom in your pajamas. I walk up to you sitting at your desk, and close your algebra book. I gently but firmly lift your head up to meet my gaze. "I found condoms in your purse, and I know you are having sex with boys. So now it’s Daddy's turn to **** you."
I say it without accusation, just matter-of-factly, just like the discussion we had – and the warning I gave you -- about this very matter about a year ago. "How many boys have you ******?" Your mouth starts to form protests of denial, but after a moment, your face softens and you decide to be truthful with me.
"Two. Just two," you say.
"I am proud of you for being honest with your Daddy, and I am glad you were responsible and used a condom." I hug you.
I pull you up from your chair by your shoulders. I can feel your arms tense, and I want to comfort you. "It's okay, honey. Your Daddy is older than the boys you ******, and my **** is going to be bigger than theirs, but I promise I will go slow and let you get used to a man's ****, okay?" You nod wordlessly. I put your hand down by where my bathrobe parts, and your eyes widen when you feel the bulge of my stiffening ****, but you continue to rub it like a good girl.
I unbutton your pajama top, and now it is my turn to catch my breath. I knew you already wore a C cup because I put your bra's in the wash machine, but I am amazed at how your young breasts hang on you, with your large pink areolas and nipples that jut out and point away from your chest. Such breathtakingly beautiful, perfect virgin breasts. I caress them in my hands, and your nipples respond by stiffening and growing out into my fingers. You get embarrassed sometimes when your nipples get erect at school and poke through your bra and you know boys (and the horny male teachers) notice them, but they feel so good to you now when I touch them.
I walk you backwards towards your bed, sit you down with a plop, and gently push you onto your back and watch your breasts heave up and down on your chest as your breathing quickens. My hard **** is getting bent down at an uncomfortable angle in my bathrobe and I have to adjust it. "I am taking my **** out, and I want you to rub it, honey."
My hard shaft juts out of my bathrobe, which hangs loose at my sides. Your blondish-brown hair spills over your shoulder as you prop yourself up on one elbow and take my **** in your other hand and hold it awkwardly. You can feel my heartbeat in my pulsing ****. "Its big, Daddy," you say. "I know, sweetheart. Grown up girls – women -- say it’s big, too, but I know your ***** has room for it, just like Mommy did."
I lean over you, and you can feel the heat from my erect penis as it hovers above you. I pull your pajama bottoms off your legs as you extend them passively. You lay before me naked and beautiful, an aurora of long hair cast around your head, and your green eyes gazing up at me in a soft face.
“When you ****** those two boys, what did you feel?”
“Not much. They put their condom thingies inside me, moved around a little, and took it out,” she said, almost apologetically.
”Do you know why they wear condoms? Do you know that they squirt *****?”
She exhaled theatrically, gave me a well deserved Daddy-is-lame look and said, “Daddy, I’m fifteen, not five. Yes, I know they shoot *****. I didn’t feel it, though. I didn’t feel much of anything,” she said with downcast eyes.
“Well, this will be different. I’m not going to wear a condom, and you will feel Daddy’s *****.”
I lean over you again, this time going up to your chest, and take one of your nipples and gently suck it. It becomes a hard bullet in my mouth, and you press the back of your head into the pillow and moan softly. I reach down between your legs and am surprised by the pool of wetness that soaks your adolescent patch of wispy blonde pubic hair.
“My, my, you are so wet. You want Daddy inside you, don’t you?” Your surging hormones that turn your body into more and more of a woman every month make you instinctively spread your legs for me. Your pubic bones have already grown into their rounded child bearing bowls, separating your hips that make you waddle when you walk.
I guide my stiff rod to your introitus and press forward until my head stretches your lips taught. “Oh, Daddy, you are too big. I don’t know if—“
I “shhhh” you and tell you I will go in slow. I tell you it will feel different for you with no condom – better – and that you will feel my bumps and ridges as I go in, especially the big round head in the front.
I ease in another inch, then another. You seem to be taking it okay. The boys did stretch you out a little, which was part of my plan. I feel the muscular lobes of your vaginal walls roll over the contours of my ****. You are so wet, and so tight.
Uh, I am finally all the way in, my pubic bone resting against yours. “Are you doing okay, honey?” I ask as I bottom out, concerned that a young girl can take this much ****.
You nod and moan and your hips start thrusting to meet mine in a natural rhythm of intercourse that even children learn instinctively. “I made ***** in Mommy that made you, and now it’s your turn to take Daddy’s ***** inside you,” I said with labored breathing.
“Daddy, what will it feel like?” you said, never really having felt an *********** before, just those boys’ fumbling thrusts.
“Your Mommy and other Mommies say it feels very good. They say they like how it feels when I shoot it into them. They say it feels warm, and it makes them want to make a baby.”
With that, you close your eyes and grasp my hips in your delicate hands and pull me into you. That primal need to take me as deeply into you as I can is sending me close to the edge. I feel the familiar tightness behind my scrotum as ***** pools in the base of my thrusting ****. I am gasping now, gazing down at my daughter with her hair stuck to her perspiring forehead, and don’t know if I can last much longer.
“Ohhh. Honey, get ready for Daddy’s *****.” You thrust upward and hold still, excited, scared, waiting to feel your first deep insemination. My **** jerks as my first ejaculatory contraction sends a jet of liquid into the back of your vaginal vault.. You moan, and I feel your vagina clench my **** as it pulses with another jet, and another.
“Uh….that’s it, honey….uh….hold it inside you like a big girl.” I grunt with each contraction. My pulses subside as I empty myself completely into my daughter, my seed splashing against the wall of her hard, young cervix.
“Oh, Daddy! I felt it when you squirted. It feels so warm down there.”
I sag over you, spent, and slowly pull out. “You did good, honey. I am very proud of you. You took all my ****, and all my *****. You were such a big girl today. I love you, honey.”
“I love you too.”
“Good night, sweetheart. Good night, Milton,” I say to your Teddy Bear that you are now clutching, as I watch my ***** leak from your vagina and down the side of your leg.
You are studying in your bedroom in your pajamas. I walk up to you sitting at your desk, and close your algebra book. I gently but firmly lift your head up to meet my gaze. "I found condoms in your purse, and I know you are having sex with boys. So now it’s Daddy's turn to **** you."
I say it without accusation, just matter-of-factly, just like the discussion we had – and the warning I gave you -- about this very matter about a year ago. "How many boys have you ******?" Your mouth starts to form protests of denial, but after a moment, your face softens and you decide to be truthful with me.
"Two. Just two," you say.
"I am proud of you for being honest with your Daddy, and I am glad you were responsible and used a condom." I hug you.
I pull you up from your chair by your shoulders. I can feel your arms tense, and I want to comfort you. "It's okay, honey. Your Daddy is older than the boys you ******, and my **** is going to be bigger than theirs, but I promise I will go slow and let you get used to a man's ****, okay?" You nod wordlessly. I put your hand down by where my bathrobe parts, and your eyes widen when you feel the bulge of my stiffening ****, but you continue to rub it like a good girl.
I unbutton your pajama top, and now it is my turn to catch my breath. I knew you already wore a C cup because I put your bra's in the wash machine, but I am amazed at how your young breasts hang on you, with your large pink areolas and nipples that jut out and point away from your chest. Such breathtakingly beautiful, perfect virgin breasts. I caress them in my hands, and your nipples respond by stiffening and growing out into my fingers. You get embarrassed sometimes when your nipples get erect at school and poke through your bra and you know boys (and the horny male teachers) notice them, but they feel so good to you now when I touch them.
I walk you backwards towards your bed, sit you down with a plop, and gently push you onto your back and watch your breasts heave up and down on your chest as your breathing quickens. My hard **** is getting bent down at an uncomfortable angle in my bathrobe and I have to adjust it. "I am taking my **** out, and I want you to rub it, honey."
My hard shaft juts out of my bathrobe, which hangs loose at my sides. Your blondish-brown hair spills over your shoulder as you prop yourself up on one elbow and take my **** in your other hand and hold it awkwardly. You can feel my heartbeat in my pulsing ****. "Its big, Daddy," you say. "I know, sweetheart. Grown up girls – women -- say it’s big, too, but I know your ***** has room for it, just like Mommy did."
I lean over you, and you can feel the heat from my erect penis as it hovers above you. I pull your pajama bottoms off your legs as you extend them passively. You lay before me naked and beautiful, an aurora of long hair cast around your head, and your green eyes gazing up at me in a soft face.
“When you ****** those two boys, what did you feel?”
“Not much. They put their condom thingies inside me, moved around a little, and took it out,” she said, almost apologetically.
”Do you know why they wear condoms? Do you know that they squirt *****?”
She exhaled theatrically, gave me a well deserved Daddy-is-lame look and said, “Daddy, I’m fifteen, not five. Yes, I know they shoot *****. I didn’t feel it, though. I didn’t feel much of anything,” she said with downcast eyes.
“Well, this will be different. I’m not going to wear a condom, and you will feel Daddy’s *****.”
I lean over you again, this time going up to your chest, and take one of your nipples and gently suck it. It becomes a hard bullet in my mouth, and you press the back of your head into the pillow and moan softly. I reach down between your legs and am surprised by the pool of wetness that soaks your adolescent patch of wispy blonde pubic hair.
“My, my, you are so wet. You want Daddy inside you, don’t you?” Your surging hormones that turn your body into more and more of a woman every month make you instinctively spread your legs for me. Your pubic bones have already grown into their rounded child bearing bowls, separating your hips that make you waddle when you walk.
I guide my stiff rod to your introitus and press forward until my head stretches your lips taught. “Oh, Daddy, you are too big. I don’t know if—“
I “shhhh” you and tell you I will go in slow. I tell you it will feel different for you with no condom – better – and that you will feel my bumps and ridges as I go in, especially the big round head in the front.
I ease in another inch, then another. You seem to be taking it okay. The boys did stretch you out a little, which was part of my plan. I feel the muscular lobes of your vaginal walls roll over the contours of my ****. You are so wet, and so tight.
Uh, I am finally all the way in, my pubic bone resting against yours. “Are you doing okay, honey?” I ask as I bottom out, concerned that a young girl can take this much ****.
You nod and moan and your hips start thrusting to meet mine in a natural rhythm of intercourse that even children learn instinctively. “I made ***** in Mommy that made you, and now it’s your turn to take Daddy’s ***** inside you,” I said with labored breathing.
“Daddy, what will it feel like?” you said, never really having felt an *********** before, just those boys’ fumbling thrusts.
“Your Mommy and other Mommies say it feels very good. They say they like how it feels when I shoot it into them. They say it feels warm, and it makes them want to make a baby.”
With that, you close your eyes and grasp my hips in your delicate hands and pull me into you. That primal need to take me as deeply into you as I can is sending me close to the edge. I feel the familiar tightness behind my scrotum as ***** pools in the ba
“Ohhh. Honey, get ready for Daddy’s *****.” You thrust upward and hold still, excited, scared, waiting to feel your first deep insemination. My **** jerks as my first ejaculatory contraction sends a jet of liquid into the back of your vaginal vault.. You moan, and I feel your vagina clench my **** as it pulses with another jet, and another.
“Uh….that’s it, honey….uh….hold it inside you like a big girl.” I grunt with each contraction. My pulses subside as I empty myself completely into my daughter, my seed splashing against the wall of her hard, young cervix.
“Oh, Daddy! I felt it when you squirted. It feels so warm down there.”
I sag over you, spent, and slowly pull out. “You did good, honey. I am very proud of you. You took all my ****, and all my *****. You were such a big girl today. I love you, honey.”
“I love you too.”
“Good night, sweetheart. Good night, Milton,” I say to your Teddy Bear that you are now clutching, as I watch my ***** leak from your vagina and down the side of your leg.
By:
southpaw0609
Age:
36-40
,
Male
