Daddy Daughter... Roleplay 01

Everyone is over 18.

I used to work in the media. Specifically, I was what they called an "on air personality". I called it what it was when I started; I was a DJ in a radio station.

Years later, I had dropped out of the business. But one day, the urge hit me. I walked back into a station, and walked out employed. I was working with a bunch of young first timers. They all appreciated me being there, and they were amazed by my experience. Small town stations don't usually get former top 100 talent walking in looking for part time work.

I really didn't need to hear about that at the time. But he'd heard me out; common courtesy said I had to listen to him too. So I did. What really caught my attention was when he told me he hated one thing she did in particular. I asked him what that was, and he said,

"And that bothers you why?"

"It just does. It always seems kind of...creepy. It's like she's fantasizing about someone else. Like her Dad."

"You know, if it bothers you that much, your going to have to do something about it. I know you feel you can't talk to her about it. But what if someone else did? Someone, let's say older? Who doesn't have a vested interest?"

I smiled.

He looked relieved when I said that, and said he'd have her come in. Sure enough, the next week I heard the door open. I looked over to the door of the studio, and there she was.

We sat and talked for a bit, until she finally asked me why I wanted to talk to her. I told her right away it was because of something in her relationship with Mark. When she asked what it was, I very simply told her,

Her face turned red, but she replied.

"Most of us do. But for some reason, he doesn't. He finds it creepy. Those are his exact words."

"It's not you he finds creepy. I think he believes you may have a Daddy fetish. Now I know you don't know me from Adam, so I figure I'm the perfect person to talk with you about this. Tell me something, and I promise you it goes farther than me. Do you have a thing for your Daddy?"

"Yes, I do. My Dad raised me after Mom died. So I was always close to him. And in my teen years, I found myself wondering what he'd be like in... you know, bed?"

"I'd never do anything about it, and I never did. But I thought about it. So I guess now when I call him Daddy, it's a term of endearment for me. I didn't know it bothered him though."

That caught her interest. She looked at me for a minute, and then said,

"No problem; you're welcome. And stop by anytime if you want to talk."

"I just might."

She looked amazing. It was a warm Summer evening, and she was wearing a sundress. Those amazing tits were bouncing as she walked in the studio. I expected her to sit down, but she didn't. She walked around the counter, came over to me and sat on my lap. Then she hugged me, smiled and said,

She had my complete attention with that. I smiled at her and said,

"I did. And something tells me you're really glad to see me."

"Why yes I am little girl. I've got to talk to you about something, and I'd love to show you my favorite room in this place. Would you like to see it?"

I automated the next hour, and taking her hand, I led her downstairs. There were a lot of empty rooms there, only one was actually used. That was the one I led her into. It was a large dark room. It had a conference table in it, and several chairs. I left the lights off, and led her to a chair. Then I sat directly across from her.

"So this is your favorite room? Why do you like it?"

"Ok Daddy."

She was a bit surprised by this, but she went with it.

"I know that now. But I didn't then. Anyway, when I was looking, I found your diary."

"Curiosity got the better of me. Yes I did. And there was nothing in there that surprised me. Well, almost nothing."

"The chapters titled Daddy."

"Look, I figured it was just your thoughts on our life together so far. I was a little surprised When I saw that's not what it was. I never knew you had fantasies about me."

"All of it. It started out mild. You were curious, and I was the only guy available. I understand that. What really got my attention was when you started peeking in on me. You remember, when you used to watch me in the shower?"

"You wrote about watching my cock. And how you loved to see it get hard while I was soaping up. I was really interested when you wrote about fantasizing about me, and getting off on your fingers."

I leaned in closer her and said,

"Did it get you hard Daddy?"

"I'll tell you what. If you want to find out, now would be a perfect time. We're alone in a dark room. So here's your options. One, you can keep this all in your fantasies, and we'll walk back upstairs. Or two, you can find out just how much you've excited Daddy by taking that soft little hand and putting it in my lap. What's it going to be?"

Jackpot! This was going to be an interesting evening.

"Little girl?"

"Yes Daddy?"

She got the hint and stood up. Then, as I watched in the dim light, she slipped off the sundress she wearing. It hit the floor, exposing her magnificent teen body. A narrow waist, and those tits! They were capped with dark nipples that were hard as rocks. She saw me staring and asked,

"You look fantastic little girl. Sit down, it's my turn now."

I slipped my jeans off and faced her again. She was staring at my rock hard 8", it was so close to her face I knew she could see it.

"Oh my God Daddy. It's so hard, and it's all for me!"

"What do you want me to do Daddy?"


That kind of work led to a lonely and nomadic life. Sure, I got to travel the country. But I did it alone. The only good thing about it was there were always groupies that would take care of my needs. So physically, I never lacked attention.

One such person was Mark. He was fascinated by my life in radio. Every week, he'd hang out for hours after his shift, just to listen to my stories. I told him everything. He heard about the good, the bad and everything in between. One day I told him about the groupies. He was fascinated by that. He'd never experienced anything like that. He did however, have an amazing girlfriend. And after I told him about the groupies, he opened up about her.

"When we're in bed, she calls me Daddy."

He looked uncomfortable, but went on.

I was fascinated by that. I'd always enjoyed roleplay, but I'd never had the opportunity to indulge in Daddy/daughter. So I smiled at him and said,

You mean someone like you?"

"Sure. I'd do it. If it really bothers you, it's going to get worse with time. And I'm a stranger to her. I don't have any problem taking about it either."

She looked amazing, like only a young girl can. She had wonderful blonde hair, and a body that wouldn't quit. She displayed it without concern in some tight shorts and a loose top. That top did nothing to hide the fact that she had an amazing chest. I already knew they were 36DDs. Mark had told me.

"It's when you call him Daddy."

"He told you that? As a matter of fact, I do. But I thought all guys liked that."

She looked confused by that, so I went on.

Her face turned red, and she looked down. Then after a moment of thought, she made up her mind. She looked at me and said,

That got my attention. And it got me hard. She went on.

"It does, and I'm sorry I had to tell you that. You know, if you need to call someone that, feel free to call me Daddy. I'm probably about his age. And I wouldn't complain about a beautiful young girl calling me Daddy.*

"Ok. I will. And thanks for telling me this."

She had a gleam in her eye when she said,

A couple of weeks went by, and honestly I'd forgotten about that little talk. That is until I was working one evening, and I heard the door open and close. Naturally, I looked up to see who it was, and it was her.

"Hi Daddy."

"Well hello little girl. So you came to see Daddy tonight?"

Her hips ground against my lap. She could feel that I was nice and hard from the mere closeness of her body. Then it hit me; she was there for more than the chance to call me Daddy. While I hadn't expected this, there was no way in hell I was passing it up.

"Of course Daddy. Lead the way."

She looked around and said,

"I always like to think about the possibilities that exist here. But I'll tell you more about that later. Right now, I want to talk to you."

"I was at home today, and I couldn't find the flash attachment for my camera. I looked everywhere, but it just wasn't there. So finally, I decided to check your room."

"You went into my room? It wasn't there."

"Did you read it?"

"What surprised you Daddy?"

She looked embarrassed, and I went on.

"Tell me exactly how much you read."

"Yes Daddy..I did."

"Did you like that Daddy?"

"I loved it. I could just imagine you laying there cumming all over your hand. And thinking about me the entire time."

That's what I wanted to hear. I smiled and said,

She thought about it for a moment, and then I felt her soft hand move to my lap. She found a rock hard cock there. She shivered slightly, and then started stroking me through my jeans.

I watched her as she caressed my cock. She had a look of on her face, and she was concentrating solely on the actions of her hand. Finally I spoke again.

It was almost like waking her up. She stopped and looked at me.

"I love what you're doing. But there's a lot more that we could do. Unfortunately, you're wearing too many clothes for that."

"Is that better Daddy? How do I look?"

I stood in front of her; very close so she could see me in the dim light. I didn't waste any time in stripping off my shirt. I could see by the look in her eyes she liked what she saw. Unlike most radio people, I've went out of my way to keep myself in good shape. She looked me over, then watched me as my hands went to my belt. I unbuckled it slowly, almost teasing her with my actions. She was wide eyed, watching every movement I made. Then I unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. Her eyes were riveted on my hands as I slowly and deliberately unzipped my jeans. It was an incredible turn on knowing this hot girl was watching my every movement. It was almost as hot as the realization that she was deep in her Daddy fantasy; in her mind she was looking at Daddy's forbidden cock.

"So what do you think little girl?"

"Yes it is baby girl. And it's all because of you. You made Daddy's cock nice and hard."