The Night Daddy's Little Girl Came Home
He called and said "princess, daddy's been waiting." I slipped into the role like a second skin — "Daddy, I missed you, the dorm is so cold without you." He groaned, and I described coming home from college in my shortest skirt, climbing into his lap, "show me you're still my daddy." That's the taboo line we both crave — forbidden, filthy, safe behind the phone.
I made him "tuck me in" then "accidentally" grind on his thigh while he read me a bedtime story. "Daddy, something's poking me," I whispered, giggling, and told him exactly how his little girl wanted to thank him. The roleplay stayed soft-voice until he was panting, then I dropped to filthy — "breed your daughter, daddy, no one has to know."
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He came calling me his good girl. I kept him on the line after, soft again, "love you daddy" — then hung up wet. More of my stories here →
I'm dripping right now picturing your lap — wish it was you.
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