Experienced Daddy seeks a roleplay partner for daddy-daughter eRP. In the DM threads that result from personals ads such as this one, it is often very difficult to determine one's roleplaying ability in the short awkward exchanges that ensue. For this reason I have decided to add a prompt. I have written the background and start of a story. If you enjoy the story send me a DM and tell me what happens next.

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I started dating your mom when you were 8, almost 9 years old. You were such a shy little girl, not to mention angelically beautiful, I made winning you over my mission and it ended up not being that hard. We clicked and got along great from early on.

Your mother and I got married when you were 11 and we were a happy little family. You first called me Daddy when you were 13. Most 13 year olds would never call their dad or stepdad “daddy,” but you were such an innocent sweet little girl, you never rebelled. That same year was the one in which your incredible little body began to develop. At that time, while I marveled at your developing sexuality, I did not actually see you as a sexual being. To me you were angelic, and being able to watch my angel develop into a beautiful woman was a pure and joyous thing.

It was not long after that that your mother began to show signs of mental illness and was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. Deep depression caused her to withdraw more and more from the family and from our daily lives. I stopped having sex at this time, and not because I wanted to, mom was just so depressed. This would be about 5 years ago now. Her mental health affected all of our lives. You began to go out with your friends less and less and stayed home hanging out with your daddy more and more. It was at this point when things in the house felt uncertain and I felt like you really needed me that I adopted you and became Daddy officially. You passed 15, 16, we grew so close during those years, we were best friends and I truly saw you as my daughter. At the same time, however, I hadn’t had sex in years and here you were turning into a sex bombshell right in front of me. The fact that you were so innocent and really had no idea how incredible your little body was becoming just made you hotter to me. There is no escaping the fact that several times across the past 3 years (from 15-18) I have had sexual thoughts and fantasies about you. I would chastise myself and push it from my mind. But no matter what I did, you always came back to my mind.

By the time you turned 18, you were essentially my common law wife. You did all the laundry, cooked and cleaned. You even laid out my clothes for work each morning on my bed while I was in the shower. You were the best and most precious part of my life. And yet, the one thing that I knew, deep down, I needed to do--owning my innocent daughter’s little sextoy of a body-- was forbidden. I stared at you every chance I got, sneaked every peek I could, but I was dying a slow death. I needed my babydoll.

By this point I was fantasizing about making you into my little fuckdoll all the time. Little by little, the moral certainty that acting on my fantasies was absolutely wrong began to crumble. I started to justify myself. I’d lay awake in bed at night staring at the ceiling, wrestling with conflicting thoughts, beliefs, and feelings and talking it out with myself night after night, slowly seeing more clearly. “I deserve it!” I would say to myself. “For ten years I have completely supported and taken care of her and her mother. I’ve funded her mother’s healthcare which is several hundred thousand dollars in medical bills and pharmaceuticals to date.” I would sigh and look down at the photo of you in a bikini shortly after your last birthday and, every time, I would get self-righteous. “And her. My pure sweet daughter. I have taken care of her since she was a child. Dressed her in the finest, most expensive clothing, fed her all top shelf organic food. Spoiled her rotten. I’ve already pledged to pay for whatever college she gets into. I carry this whole family on my back and I have needs too. I deserve to have them met. I deserve to have my little babygirl. She’s daddy’s girl. Her little pussy belongs to me.” Then the next day I would stare at you fantasizing about all the naughty things I wanted to do to daddy’s good little girl but just couldn’t take that next step. I knew that you were mine. I had no doubt that you belonged to me absolutely. But still, I could not take action. Something was blocking me.

Then one afternoon I got home from work and your mother and her car were gone. She had left a note explaining that she had decided to drive to her mothers house 1200 miles away and would be back in a few weeks. At that point I had to laugh and just accept it. I set about making dinner.

Something happened that night which changed everything and finally pushed me over the edge. You came home from school and headed straight up to your room to do all your homework like the good little girl you are. I felt my cock starting to harden as I watched your young body flounce around in your Catholic schoolgirl uniform as you moved around the kitchen island to give me a hug on your way through the kitchen to your room. Before you headed off to your room you told me that you had a quiz the next day so once you finished your homework, you would study for the quiz until dinner was ready. I told you I would call you when dinner was ready. I also told you that dinner would be ready in 90 minutes. Shortly after you started your homework, I realized that I had made an error in my math; dinner would only take 60 minutes to cook. This seemed like a fairly insignificant change to the plan so I didn’t bother updating you on our timeline.

The table was set. The pots, pans, and cooking utensils that I had used were washed and dripping dry over a towel on the dry rack. Best of all, dinner was ready. Feeling slightly toasted from the bowl I’d smoked while cooking, I sauntered down the hallway with a little smile on my face. As I approached your room I saw that your bedroom door was slightly ajar. As I arrived in front of it I opened my mouth to call you to dinner, but before any sound could come out my eyes landed on you, my sweet innocent loving little daughter, spread-eagle on your bed naked from the waist down, clearly masturbating. My mouth still hanging open, I stared. Something snapped. I don’t know if it was how adorable and tiny your little slit was or the fact that it was shaved completely smooth, but seeing the beautiful little fuckhole that belonged to me, that felt like was mine but I just could not have was too much. I had an overwhelming desire to eat your teeny tiny cunt. Loving and destroying that little cunny became the only thing I could think about. It was mine.

I closed my mouth and quietly backed away and returned to the kitchen. I stood there and took a deep breath before I started walking slowly towards your room calling out to you as loudly as I could, “Jules! Julia dinner is ready!” I hadn’t made it three steps before I heard you call back to me, “Coming Daddy! Be right there!” I giggled a little to myself as I turned and headed to the dining room to start serving the food. You showed up after about a minute or two and we had a lovely dinner together. It was also a bit surreal because the whole time I was looking at and talking to sweet, innocent little daughter, all I could think about was your beautiful little pussy and how badly I wanted to eat it and then destroy it.

By the time you were done and had then eaten dinner, you were pretty exhausted and you declined my invitation to sit on the couch and watch TV in the living room. I headed to the overstuffed sofa with some ice cream and you headed off towards your bedroom. I watched you go, your gorgeous ass causing my cock to begin to thicken.

As I sat there watching the evening news, slowly eating my ice cream, and puffing on my weedpen. I had this idea stuck in my head that I couldn’t stop thinking about and it was really starting to grate on me. ‘Jules is MY daughter. She’s right there in MY house and yet I can’t go and take her? She’s MY dependent. My child. I raised her, I feed her, I pay for everything she wants and needs. She belongs to me and yet I sit here horny and alone in the dark while my sweet babygirl’s wonderful, tiny little pussy is right down the hall just waiting to be used. She looks like a born cocksucker with those soft pouty lips. It’s crazy and I must take action to get what’s mine.’

Without a second thought, I stood up from the couch and quietly headed down the hallway. Clad in my white “wifebeater” undershirt and soft black sweatpants, I padded down the carpeted hallway in my socks. I found your door cracked open and gingerly pushed it open the rest of the way. I smiled to myself as I tiptoed across the threshold into my little girl’s room. Once inside I hastened to shed my socks and dropped my sweatpants before quickly folding them and placing them neatly on the floor by the door. I turned back towards your queen sized bed now wearing just the undershirt and a pair of boxers. I stand and my princess sleeping for a moment and wonder how this is going to go. I knew that you were a relatively heavy sleeper because there were still often times when you fell asleep in the living room and I would pick you up and carry you to your room and you wouldn’t wake up at all. But I also had no idea where the line was. As I climbed into the bed you were sleeping on your back facing the ceiling. I was still catching my breath when you rolled onto your side, away from me. After one last bout of nervous giggles I slowly slid my right arm under your neck and slowly slid into a comfortable spooning position. But I was still nervous so I lay a couple inches behind you, not actually touching you. As I lay there both unsure of what to do next and loving every second of it and gently rubbing your shoulder with my left hand, I felt bolder and slid my hand down and began to slowly rub the side of your midriff. Before I knew what was happening you reached up and grabbed that hand and firmly pulled it down onto your left breast. I instinctively squeezed and then, feeling a bit of panic, I sat up and leaned over to look at your face. You seemed to be out cold. Laying back down, breathing a sigh of relief, I continued to slowly and gently play with your left breast. After a few minutes, feeling emboldened by your deep sleep, I carefully pulled your thin t-shirt up and over your breasts before resuming my boob massage without any barrier, cloth or otherwise.

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“Daddy? What are you doing?” My hard cock pulsed between Jules’ ass cheeks as I slowly continued with the removal of my daughter’s panties.

“It’s ok Princess. There’s nothing to worry about, Daddy’s here.”