Daddy-Daughter Role Play by foxtrotter

Daddy-Daughter Role Play by foxtrotter

Explore the intriguing world of Daddy-Daughter role play in this captivating adult sex story by Foxtrotter. Dive into a narrative that combines fantasy and deep emotional connections. Perfect for those seeking thrilling and consensual adult content. Read more to ignite your imagination!<br/>

My petite wife has a wild sexual imagination. When our daughter went off to summer camp, I couldn’t imagine the strange but overwhelmingly erotic role play that took place in our daughter’s bed.

My wife, Rita, has a very kinky imagination and loves to role play. One of her kinkiest role plays occurred the day after our daughter, Katie, went off to summer camp. Despite being a mother in her mid-30s, Rita has a petite, slender build and a highly toned body highlighted by a pair of A-cup, champagne-glass breasts that are mostly nipple. Her lithe body and pretty face have always looked younger than her years.

I was enjoying an after dinner drink, relaxing while watching TV, when I got a call on my cell phone.

“Hi Daddy,” said a little girl voice. “Could you come up to my room, please?”

I knew Katie was at summer camp, and it couldn’t be her, but guessed who it had to be and was curious what Rita was up to. On the foot of the stairs was a nicely wrapped gift box with a handmade card crayon Valentine-like heart and written in little girl print, “For Daddy, Luv Katie.” I opened the box to find a pair of silk pajamas. I stripped off my street clothes and underwear so I was wearing only silk pajamas, which felt great against my skin.

I went up to Katie’s room. There I saw my beautiful wife in a translucent pink baby doll nightie sitting on Katie’s bed amongst Katie’s stuffed animals, licking a red lollipop. She looked up at me with doe-like eyes, her hair in pigtails,and said in a little-girl voice, “Daddy, I’m lonely and bored. Mommy is away for the week and you’ve just been sitting downstairs watching that stupid old TV. I want you to play with me, Daddy.”

I was shocked at Rita’s depravity. How could she impersonate our innocent daughter in some sexualized perversion? “Wh…What are you doing?” I said as I tried to get my bearings.

“Oh, Daddy, don’t be a big silly spoil sport,” she said in cutsie baby talk. “Come pway with yower widdle baby gurl.” Kneeling on Katie’s bed, her legs tucked under, her, Rita leaned forward so the scoop neck of her baby doll nightie fell open, revealing her darling little breasts. “C’mon, Daddy, pway with me.” Rita had put her hair into Katie-like pigtails, but unlike Katie, had applied red rouge to her cheekbones, heavy red lipstick, false eye lashes, blue eye shadow, and an ample dose of a vanilla-smelling scent.

“I don’t know about this. It’s pretty strange.”

“Pwetty pwease, Daddy.” She gave me such a hopeful, teasing little look. “Widdle Katie wants to pway.” She wrapped her bright red tongue around the lollipop.

I couldn’t believe Rita was actually using Katie’s name, in Katie’s bedroom. Our daughter. It was sick. And yet…and yet…she looked so sexy, my resistance was melting by the second.

Whatever objections my brain was registering, my dick was coming full-tilt to attention. “Are you sure about this….Katie?”

“Oh, Daddy, why do you always have to be so sewious? Can’t you just have fun and pway with yowah widdle gurl?” –the baby talk, again. My brain was protesting, but my cock was rock hard, a tent pole under my silk pajamas. I saw Rita’s eyes focused on my protruding erection. She knew she had won. A smile flashed on her face. Game on.

Looking at her on the bed, my resistance ebbed, my imagination flashed forward, and I started to move into the role play. I responded. “Now, now Katie, daddies have to be serious even when their baby girls aren’t. Daddies have responsibilities. With Mommy gone away, Daddy has to be very careful to be a good Daddy and not do anything I’m not supposed to do. But if you promise to be a good girl I guess you can keep Daddy company while Mommy is away.”

“Oh, goody gum dwops, Daddy.” Rita clapped her hands and bounced on the bed. “Yowah baby Katie is going to be so good to you, Daddy.”

“Daddy just wants you to be a good little girl.”

“But I’m bored, Daddy,” she cooed in her little girl voice. “And you must be lonely with Mommy gone and just the two of us in this big house.” through the diaphanous nightie, I could see her pointy nipples beckoning for attention. I also noticed she was wearing a tiny pink string bikini with pink bows that tie at the sides, and slipper high heels with pink pom poms on the top of the foot. My heart was hammering.

She gave her lollipop a sensual lick. “You look so handsome Daddy.”

“Thank you…. Katie.” It was still hard to call her by my daughter’s name.

“While you were watching TV, I found Mommy’s make up and put it on so I would look pwetty for my Daddy. Do I look pwetty to you, Daddy?”

“Yes, you look very pretty.”

“I wanted to look extwa pwetty for you, so you would pway with me, Daddy.”

“Well, you always look pretty to daddy, sweet heart.”

“I put Mommy’s make up on my lips and on my eyes and on my face cuz Daddy needs Baby Katie to take Mommy’s place when she’s not here so Daddy doesn’t have to sleep all by himself. Does Mommy’s make up make me look all gwown up?

“You look like a pretty little girl trying to look like a grown up.”

Do you think I’m sexy Daddy?”

“Daughters aren’t supposed to look sexy to their daddies, Katie.”

“Why not Daddy?”

“It’s just a rule, Katie.”

“Wules ahwer made to be bwoken.” She licked her red lollipop some more, moving it in and out of her mouth. Then with a sly grin asked again in her baby girl voice, “C’mon, Daddy. tell the twuth. Is yuwah little gwirl sexy?”

“Well, you do look like a sexy little baby doll, if you even know what that means.”

“Do I look as sexy as Mommy?”

“Yes, honey, you do, but in a different way than Mommy. Mommy is a grown up.”

“Do I look sexier than Mommy?”

This was really getting weird. I didn’t know quite how to answer that one. It felt like a test that could break the role play. But, then again, she was looking sexier than anyone at the moment. I just said, “Yes.”

She bounced up and down on the bed, smiled, and clapped her hands.

Right answer, I guess. I couldn’t begin to fathom my wife’s psychological issues. Just go with the flow.

“Do you like the pwesent I got you?” she asked in her baby talk voice.

“It’s very nice…., Katie. The pajamas feel so silky soft against my skin.”

“When I sit on youwah lap, Daddy, will youwah jammies feel silky against mine, too?”

I sort of took a moment, still not fully adjusted to the role play. “I guess there’s only one way to find out, baby girl.” I pushed some stuffed animals aside and sat next to her on her bed, my back propped with a pillow against the headrest. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

She scooted up, sitting on my lap with her back to me. She rotated her tight little buns against my cock, getting herself a comfortable fit. “Oooooh, Daddy, youwah jammies do feel silky against my skin.”

“You’re a wiggly little girl,” I tickled her a little bit. She squirmed and wiggled more. My rapidly growing and hardening cock was rubbing in the silky crevice of her bikini clad bottom. Katie arched her back and ground her sweet tight bottom onto my cock, rocking up and down, stroking me with her bottom cleavage. My hands moved to her hips, the better to manipulate her buttocks against my throbbing cock.

“Ooooh, Daddy, yuwah thingee feels hawd against my heinee.”

“Good little girl. Sweet baby,” I cooed into her ear. I nibbled her earlobe.

“Ooooh, Daddy, youwah kisses make tingles go all down my back.”

I sucked in Katie’s earlobe, feeling her little body shuddering, and licked and sucked her nubile neck. She gave a little girl squeal. My cock grew another inch and got harder than ever. I held her close against my body, breathing in her fresh girly vanilla scent, overcome with desire for this tender little morsel in my arms.

As I kissed her neck, Katie arched her back and wiggled her tight little bottom on my lap. I slipped my hands under her silky baby doll nightie and let my fingers roam over her nearly flat chest, playing with her hard little nipples. I was in heaven, a cherubic angel caught in my arms.

My hands traveled down her smooth, flat midriff, my index finger lingering on her belly button. She gave a lttle giggle and squirmed some more, delightfully rubbing against my erect manhood. She giggled more and tried to escape my grip, but I held her all the tighter, pressing her against the urgency of my body.

Katie tilted forward so her face was pointed downward into the mattress with her little bottom rising against my chest, her legs beginning to wrap around my torso. I loosened my grip on her body, but refastened my hands on her pigtails. I pulled just enough to let her know Daddy was in complete control. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” she kept repeating.

I shifted my hands again, now pushing her thighs up, over my shoulders, positioning Katie, still prostrate, so her lovely, pink pantied pussy was even with my hungry mouth. I inhaled deeply, savoring her sweet aroma, feeling the warmth between her legs on my face feeling the silky crotch of her panties against my lips. Katie, little girl that she now was, had no trace of grown up hair in her most private places. I worked my tongue under her panties, searching for her nether lips. Katie, face down on my lap, was doing the same through the silk of my pajamas, trying to work her sweet lips on the rod protruding from between my legs.

We simultaneously pushed aside the wisp of silk separating our mouths from their respective treasures and commenced a glorious 69. Katie’s pussy was so sweet, so virginal, pink, yummy.

“Ummm, Daddy’s lollipop so big,” Katie said, as she licked and sucked me. Slurping. “Daddy tastes yummy.”

And she was absolutely delicious. I feasted on my little honey’s honey pot bringing her to ecstatic orgasm.

I eased her down onto the bed, her eyes fluttering, her body curling into a fetal position.

“Daddy made baby giwl expwode.”

“I’m gonna make you explode again and again.” I grabbed Katie, tilting her body 90 degrees so she was no longer on her side but in the same fetal position, but now face down, pretty bottom up, Daddy positioned behind, tugging on her pigtails again.