Playing with Daddy Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Playing with Daddy Pt. 01 by LeslieRMcPherson,LeslieRMcPherson
Story’s Main Characters:

Switch Husband: Hal Jones

Narcissistic Wife: Margaret Jones

Snobby Teenage Daughter: Ashley Jones

Insecure High School Senior Honor Student: Emily Smith

Author’s note: ‘Playing with Daddy Pt. 01 – A Teenager Finds Happiness with a Mature Man’ is for those who enjoy fantasy Domme Daughter/Sub Daddy, Daddy Dom/Little Girl, Authoritative Teacher/Admiring Student, Controlling Employer/Powerless Employee, Priest/Parishioner, and HuCow role play. It’s also appropriate for those who are into reversible Dominance and submission (aka switch fun), If those are your fetishes, I hope you’ll appreciate the sexually explicit encounters that take place in this three-part, fictional, alternative-lifestyle story.

The bulk of this unconventional age-play novelette, with its numerous twists and turns and unexpected ending, takes place on a single day in the lives of its four main characters. Those who are into Domme Daughter/Sub Daddy role play will prefer Part One. In contrast, those who are into Daddy Dom/Little Girl-Baby Girl role-play will prefer Parts Two and Three. Its Parts are meant to be read consecutively.

At its core, this psychological yarn deals with the consequences of rapid ascent and descent in one’s position in life. It also emphasizes the complexity, reversibility, and two sidedness of the human psyche.

The term of endearment ‘Daddy’ was used literally and then figuratively by the story’s teenagers to emphasize certain words in adult play can have different meanings depending on the circumstance. Herein, the male character, Hal, transitions from Margaret’s weak husband and Ashley’s biological father into Margaret’s strong husband and Emily’s dominant role play Daddy.

I thank Fetlife member ‘sexylatinanycnj’ for the complementary image at the end of Part Three.

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Obligatory disclaimer: ‘Playing with Daddy’ is copyrighted and cannot be reposted or reprinted elsewhere without my written consent. Everyone in this age-play story is eighteen or older. The depicted events and people are figments of my imagination, and the resemblance of its characters to any person, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. Sexually explicit ‘Playing with Daddy’ is intended for mature audiences. It’s inappropriate for those under eighteen and for those who may object to its subject matter. Regarding the latter, it’s just fantasy. Finally, this story in its entirety was created by this author. It was not AI generated. As a ‘MS Word Similarly’ check can confirm, the story is unique.

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“Oh shit, what a fuck’n mess in my panties.

“Damm, I’m so horny.

“I can’t turn off my faucet. Get it under control, Girl.

“For Christ’s sake, what’s wrong with me?” eighteen-year-old Ashley Jones questioned her mental and physical states.

“What six pack abs on those bronze hunks. Their cocks are trying to escape the confines of their skin-tight briefs.

“I’d get a kick out of ripping off their bowties and oiling their muscular bodies before they start their show.

“Yet it’s time to remove the pin-up posters of my favorite Chippendales from the wall.

“I can no longer look at them. They make me horny as hell,” Ashley concluded.

Staring at those scantily clad men surrounding her bed caused the Village People’s 70s song ‘YMCA’ to bounce around in Ashley’s head. While mouthing the words to its chorus line, she tried to imagine what would happen if she spent an evening there surrounded by macho cowboys, beefy construction workers, bikers, sailors, and other randy men into gangbangs. You didn’t have to be gay to have fun at the ‘Y’ Ashley guessed.

Ashley awoke with an impressive puddle in her underpants, resulting from recurrent wet dreams of one of her imagined lovers. Last night, it was the substitute teacher who recently showed up at her high school. That she was at the peak of her ovulation cycle didn’t help.

The girl promised her mother she wouldn’t lose her virginity until her junior year in college. If she could hold out for three years, she’d get a $100k Porsche for her 21st birthday. Her mother also agreed to cover her college expenses.

Despite what was at stake financially, Ashley feared defaulting on the binding contract with her controlling mother. Her raging hormones were out of control. Ashley was the most popular girl at school. She was a knockout, and heterosexual guys and lesbians hit on her daily. Nevertheless, she hadn’t passed third base with any of them.

Apprehensive of what she might find, Ashley approached the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She removed her nightshirt and panties and stared at her nude body. Ashley was stunned by what she saw in the mirror.

“I swear it’s the size of a mini cock. Shit, my clit’s enormous.

“Did it grow last night, expecting to be played with this morning? How did that happen?

“What the hell is going on? It’s embarrassing,” Ashley admitted. She stared in shock at her enlarged clit and swollen labia at the bottom of her perfectly trimmed landing strip.

“What will I do when I start college in the fall with so many beefcakes around to tempt me further?

“Three years to go? That’s impossible, even with the help of my arsenal of sex toys.

“How can I get out of my frustrating predicament?

“I can’t get pregnant if I take it in the ass. Maybe I can convince Mom that anal sex isn’t part of our chastity agreement?

“I have to go to school like this? You’re kidding me.

“Yikes, I’m a wreck.

“Why did the batteries in my favorite vibrator die? Why didn’t I have replacements? What an idiot,” Ashley concluded. She shook her head in disgust.

Ashley dressed and headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat before her school bus arrived. Despite her attempt to dampen her sexual appetite by wolfing down a plate of brownies, she kept thinking of a hot guy with enough stamina to fuck her for hours.

Her chocolate therapy approach wasn’t working. Her clit was tingling, and she was aroused. Ashley realized what she had to do. As occurred with increasing frequency in recent weeks, she needed her father’s help to deal with her predicament. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

“It’s early. I have enough time if I make haste.

“Here I come, Daddy. Hee-hee, I know you’ll be glad to see me.

“It’s time to lick my pussy. Your low-calorie meal is ready.

“I’m providing your favorite breakfast in bed this morning.

“My snatch is delicious. I know you’re addicted to its fragrance and flavor.

“You better be awake. It’s time for some family fun,” Ashley chuckled.

Grinning, Ashley proceeded down the hall to her parent’s bedroom. Once there, she stood at its entrance and lightly fingered herself. Due to the emerging sunlight entering the room, Ashley could see her sleeping father on the bed he shared with her mother. Margaret Jones was the owner and CEO of one of the top investment firms in the country.

“There you are, Daddy. Don’t try to hide under the bed covers. You can’t escape me,” Ashley murmured.

The lights were on in the adjoining master bathroom. Ashley noticed her mother was there, concentrating on her makeup. Her mother’s daily beautification/revitalization process took thirty minutes to complete, longer if she found a strand of gray hair on her head. The latter drove her crazy. Margaret decided to go with a smooth coochie to ensure her studs wouldn’t encounter any gray or white hair when they ate her out and then fucked her. Her stylish bob on her head was another matter.

Tiptoeing into the room, Ashley approached the snoozing man. She stood next to his side of the bed. Ashley didn’t waste time removing her blouse and bra. Instead, she pulled down her underpants, letting them drop to the floor. Next, Ashley yanked up her miniskirt and tucked its front into the belt around her waist. She then placed her exposed pussy next to his face. She liked waking up her father to its earth aroma. He got more enthused when that happened. Ashley waited a few seconds.

Anticipating she would get an orgasm before school, drops of her fragrant cunt drool landed on his nose, ran down his cheek, and collected at the corner of his mouth. Because her father didn’t stir, Ashley lightly caressed his head with her hands. She pushed her tasty delight into his partially opened mouth. She then pulled his head forward until it touched her body.

“Wake up, Daddy. I’ve prepared a nutritious breakfast for you. Aren’t I a good daughter?” Ashley spoke softly.

The unexpected taste of Ashley’s narcotic nectar caused her father to wake. Seeing and smelling his daughter’s aroused sex up close caused his prick to rise. In anticipation of what would happen, Ashley pulled the lips of her vagina apart so her father’s tongue could stimulate her G spot.

“Lick my peach and eat my ass, Daddy. Mom’s busy primping in the bathroom.

“She’s busy and won’t know. Let’s not disturb her.

“Suck my giant clit. It’s poking out of my slit.

“You’re aware of what I crave.

“You know how I like it.

“Let’s get going, Daddy. I’m not going to be late for high school,” Ashley chastised her father, Hal Jones.

Hal rubbed his eyes and argued, “Jeez, Ashley. It’s too early. What time is it? Don’t you leave soon? What’s the rush? Can’t we do ‘IT’ when you return home? I’m not ready. I got to have a cup of coffee to wake up.”

“Stop making excuses. I have plenty of time. Why should I wait?

“You also can give me oral this afternoon. I would enjoy another one later today.

“You know I enjoy getting off. Don’t tease me.

“Must I call Mom?

“I’ve got to have relief. I’m under too much stress.

“I’ve got to blow off built-up steam. My snatch has an itch that must be scratched.

“Shit, I can’t go to school like this.

“Your help is necessary. I require your pussy-eating skills this morning.

“SCREW THE FUCK’N COFFEE!” desperate Ashley declared in a more forceful voice. She was already impatient. Now, she was pissed.

When Hal continued to hesitate, his exasperated daughter yelled to her mother in the bathroom, “Mommy, Daddy won’t put out the smoldering fire inside me. I want him to lick my coochie. Your promised he’d do whatever it takes to give me sexual relief when I needed it. He’s breaking our agreement.”

Margaret Jones was startled by her daughter’s presence. She stopped applying her makeup and turned toward the dimly let bedroom. The woman hadn’t seen or heard the girl enter. She glanced at her watch. It was 7:05 am. Although Ashley’s school started at eight, the bus would be at the front of their house in twenty-five minutes.

Margaret wasn’t surprised to see her daughter in such an agitated state. She remembered what it was like when she was a horny teenager. Ashley’s impressive sex drive ran in the family. At least her lame husband was useful for eating pussy. There was time, considering how frantic her daughter looked. Her exposed box hovered over him.

“For Christ’s sake, Hal, finish her off. Snap to attention. Jeez, do I have to tell you everything? Get going. Ashley’s ride will be here shortly,” Margaret scolded her reluctant husband. She considered saying more but held her tongue.

“What a loser,” Margaret thought.

“Alright, Ashley. I’ll help. You win. Let’s get going, but you’ve got to be quick. Don’t dawdle. You can’t miss you bus,” Hal warned his daughter.

Hal accepted what was required. He’d been servicing Ashley for months. He lay on his back, slid down the bed, opened his mouth, licked his lips, and prepared himself for her assault. His cock was hard.

Once Ashley got the go-ahead from her mother, she jumped onto the bed, grabbed its headboard, and began to facesit her father roughly. She moved up and down and then gyrated back and forth in a series of rapid motions, grinding her aroused muff on his stationary body below her. His saliva blended with her cherry juice until they became one.

Now that her orgasm was close, Ashley moved upward off her father a couple of inches. She opened her vagina and jammed his nose into her gaping hole. The girl descended violently once again. Ashley like using her father’s nose as a mini dildo just before climaxing.

Hall was having difficulty breathing, but Ashley didn’t give a shit. She was enjoying herself and was going to get off before school. That’s all that mattered to her.

Seeing her daughter was enjoying Hall’s attention, Margaret returned her focus to herself. She looked at her watch. “Hell, I’m late. Let’s get going.”

With more haste, Margaret applied her eye makeup in front of the mirror. In the background, she could hear her daughter moaning, breathing heavily, and bounding on the bed with her abused husband beneath the girl. Hal was doing a good job licking Ashley’s pussy. It wasn’t going to take long for her to climax. Ashley’s anthem of lust and desire was the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings and the loud slamming of the bed’s headboard against the wall.

“That’s it, Daddy. Munch on my box.

“I know you like its scent and flavor. It’s a taster’s delight.

“You must be thirsty. I’m going to squirt to give you the liquid nourishment you desire.

“I know you yearn for my pussy. Don’t pretend you don’t.

“You’re hooked on my twat. I see you playing with yourself.

“You’re a pervert and voyeur when I shower. You’re always checking me out when I’m soaping up my nude body. Now’s your chance to taste me.

“Rim my pink rosette. Get your tongue deep inside my butt hole where the sun doesn’t shine.

“Yummy, keep going.

“Now suck my clit. Worship it. Get your mouth on my button! Keep it there.

“Do I have to tell you everything? Get with the program.

“Fuck yeah. I’m getting turned on, Daddy. Can’t you tell?

“Don’t slow down. Don’t stop,” Ashley encouraged her father.

Ashley was no longer whispering. She enjoyed letting her mother know what was happening. Ashley recognized who was in charge after hearing her mother bully her father during their rare bedroom romps. Ashley was staking her claim as the second in her home’s hierarchy. Her father remained at the bottom of the ladder and food chain.

The closeness of Ashley’s sex turned on Hal. He rubbed his cock with increasing speed with a free hand to reach her level of arousal even though she was way ahead of him.

“I’m close, Mom,” Ashley yelled out.

Ashley’s electrified body was ecstatic. She was now bouncing up and down forcibly on her father with her eyes closed.

“Whoa, take it easy. Slow down, Ashley. Not so fast,” Hal begged from below. He tried to time his orgasm with hers.

Despite his pleading, Ashley was in heat. She wasn’t going to slow down to accommodate anyone. Besides, not all of Hal’s words were audible due to her pussy covering his mouth on each downstroke of her bounces. Even if she heard him, his wishes were inconsequential.

Ashley didn’t care if her father got off while facesitting him because she guessed he’d jerk off after she left. Maybe her mother would be generous and give him mercy sex before she left for work.

“Take it, Daddy. Wow, that’s incredible.

“Choke on my puss and its delicious cream. I’m almost there.

“HERE I GO, DADDY. SUCK MY CLIT.

“LATCH ONTO IT.

“TIGHTER. I SAID TIGHTER.

“OH MY GOD!” Ashley screamed, loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

Ashley’s one hundred pounds landed full force on her father when she climaxed.

The bed shook violently. It always did that at the end of her queening sessions. Hal’s face was smothered by his daughter’s pussy. It also was bright red from the physical beating it suffered. Ashley’s pubic hair stubble had scuffed up her father’s cheeks more than usual.

Not done, Ashley grabbed her father’s head with both hands. She held it firmly on her snatch and gave him her follow-up orgasm. It was less intense, but her pussy tremored like the aftershock of a powerful earthquake. Once again, Hal was having difficulty breathing. Regrettably, Ashley’s orgasms came too fast. Hal didn’t have enough time to relieve himself.

“That’s my girl. Two big ones in rapid succession. How hot,” grinning Margaret said to herself. She was pleased her cub had learned how to use men like her hapless husband as disposable sex objects.

After she recovered, woozy Ashley climbed off her father. She thanked him with a small peck on his cheek. However, she didn’t kiss his lips. That would have been too weird. After all Ashley had her limits in sub-Daddy-Domme Daughter play. Although she never verbally expressed her appreciation to her father, she was grateful he was a talented pussy eater.

“Those were the best this month. I wonder if most men are as orally gifted as my father. I hope so. Once I’m free in a couple of years, I look forward to having my cunt eaten by my male subs before I fuck them. In that way, I can get off multiple times whenever I’m in the mood for adult play, just like Mom,” Ashley thought.

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Ashley had a woman-to-woman talk with her overbearing mother when she turned eighteen. She informed her parent she had biological needs. Ashley argued it wasn’t fair she had to remain a virgin until she turned twenty-one despite their earlier agreement. She enlightened her mother that all of her girlfriends had already done IT.

Ashley threatened to become a lesbian if that’s what it took for her to get serious action. Ashley informed her mother she was the target of a beefy tattooed dyke who rode a Harley-Davidson to school. It was common knowledge butch Mya’s motorcycle gang wore strapons in their dungarees to ravish beautiful femmes whenever the opportunity arose. Every time vulgar Mya crossed paths with delectable Ashley, Mya grabbed her crotch and wagged her tongue to declare her intent if there was any doubt.

Margaret remembered losing her virginity to an older boy as a teenager. Her pregnancy eighteen years ago in the back seat of Hal’s old Chevy was a colossal mistake.

She had to get married. It was embarrassing walking down the aisle with a baby bump. She heard the snickering and wise-ass remarks of the uninvited harpies who showed up at the shotgun wedding. Margaret wasn’t going to let the same thing happen to her daughter. Although she didn’t take the lesbian threat seriously, she agreed an adjustment to their earlier agreement was warranted.

After assessing her options, Margaret’s solution to the perplexing problem of alleviating Ashley’s primitive sexual urges was to give her daughter permission to use her orally inclined husband whenever she was in need.

Margaret had big plans for her daughter. She was grooming Ashley for a leadership position in her investment company. Getting pregnant by a boy wasn’t an option for the teenager. Neither was becoming a lesbo. Margaret was the dominant one in her marriage. Her husband’s position was irrelevant.

Hal accepted that most would conclude eating his daughter’s pussy was morally wrong, but he didn’t object strenuously to this wife’s imposed taboo sexual arrangement. Fortunately, he loved the taste of her body. Since his actions prevented Ashley from getting pregnant by dampening her libido, Margaret supported the unconventional family arrangement. After all, she was getting loads of sex on the side from three virile male interns at her company. Moreover, her husband wasn’t actually fucking the girl. She still was a virgin.

Adulterous Margaret wasn’t interested in her husband these days. She’d become a cougar with an insatiable appetite. She preyed on those young men willing to satisfy her carnal desires in exchange for their rapid advancement in the corporate world. Fulfilling the sexual requirements of the Boss was written into their internship contracts.

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She enjoyed wanton sex with her man-candy employees and used them to get off daily. Whether or not the selected young man obtained any gratification was immaterial.

Narcissistic Margaret didn’t give a shit about how her studs felt. Each intern was little more than a piece of meat to her in the big picture. They were sex objects who came and went every year or so. She had no mental connection with them. After playing with an intern for a few months, she tended to lose interest in him. Years later, she couldn’t even remember their names or visualize their faces.

Margaret considered ditching her mate long ago, but the financial hit from the anticipated divorce settlement was too costly.

The woman was so frustrated and angry with her pathetic husband that she often forced him to clean up the creampies she received from her interns earlier in the day. She was the quintessential mean bitch; she didn’t give a shit about anyone. What was hubby going to do? He didn’t have a choice.

Hal wasn’t like this twenty years ago. In those days, his ambition exceeded hers. Margaret didn’t remember the first time she cucked her loathed husband, but she was firmly in charge now. Hal had lost his mojo and confidence. How and why that occurred were irrelevant to tyrannical Margaret, who enjoyed her current position of power in her family, workplace, and community.

Margaret couldn’t envision a circumstance that would change her husband’s persona or even the pecking order within her family. Likewise, she didn’t foresee the coming storm and unexpected chain of events that would restructure her family and bring about the collapse of her idyllic world.

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