Getting Rid of Daddy


This is my first time with a Daddy/Daughter story. This story hit my head and I couldn’t get it out. I have daughters — all adults — and have often wondered how I would react if one of them showed sexual interest in me. Being I’ve been married for over 30 years to the mother of all these daughters, I’m quite certain I wouldn’t succumb to temptation. But I’m still fascinated with the idea.

I hope you’ll take the time to read. All persons involved in sexual activities are 18 years and older. Please rate and comment however you see it. Thank you. And, yes, I see myself as the asshole dad in this story. 🙂

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I can’t describe how I reacted to what he was doing to me with any other word than surrender, total surrender. He took my wrists and pinned me down as his kisses moved to my shoulders, collar bone, and upper chest. There was no need to pin my arms. There was no fight in me to make him stop.

After all those lectures on why love in a sexual relationship is the most important, I finally got it. It sank in as I gave in one hundred percent to my dad’s love. Not just his lust. Oh, fuck yeah, he was lusty. But I knew in those kisses his love for me and how he was so forceful and passionate, yet so loving and gentle.

He moved to my breasts and pulled my top out of the way so he could nibble and suck my nipples. He kept having to move the fabric of the shirt out of the way. I started to reach down to pull it off when he simply grabbed it with both hands and literally ripped it open. Yeah, I had another orgasm.

As he tended to my titties, I suddenly felt a bit of an out-of-body experience. It was like I was hovering over the bed, watching, wondering what would be next. I noticed how gentle he was. I also noticed how passive I had become. My hands were up by my head as dad had nothing in his way of my total domination.

I moaned and writhed. I pushed my pussy into dad’s cock as hard as I could. As good as everything was feeling, I wanted his tongue in my crotch, licking my clit, plowing a furrow through my slit, and eating my ass. Through no will of my conscious thought, I found my hands on his head pushing him in the direction of the center of my heat.

“Daddy,” I moaned, “eat my pussy, daddy.” No matter how hard I pushed his head, he didn’t increase the speed of his attack. “Please, daddy. Eat my cunt, daddy. Please. I need your mouth on my pussy.”

My plan was working to perfection. Soon, I would be feeling daddy’s big cock in my pussy, then dad would be gone, and mom and I could start living life without this worthless asshole.

There was just one major problem …

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Rewind two weeks.

For as long as I can remember, my dad has been an asshole. He was never home. He treated mom like she was his sex slave … at least that’s what she says. She says she’s just a series of holes for dad to fuck, be it her mouth, pussy, or asshole.

As for me, he’s never been a good dad. He doesn’t care about me. Sure, I’ve always had a place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, and plenty of money to spend. But where my friends have a daddy, I have a dad. He’s never been to a daddy-daughter date, dance, or anything. He just comes home — when he’s home — and plops down in his chair and watches sports.

He seems to be gone more than he’s home. Mom doesn’t even try to hide her affairs from me anymore. I knew she was cheating but now she brings the men home and fucks them in her marriage bed sometimes. I don’t like it when she does that, but dad deserves it. If he would take care of her, she wouldn’t have to fuck other guys to meet her sexual needs.

I guess I can’t say he’s always been an asshole. I remember when I was young, I thought dad was the best. Like most little girls, dad was my first hero. He was always home, and he loved playing dress-up with me. He would let me put pretty bows in his hair and paint his face with gaudy makeup. He would laugh and smile, hug and kiss me, and gave me all the attention I wanted. He even taught me how to shave my face with foam and the backside of a comb. He was my hero and I adored him.

Then something changed. We moved into a bigger, nicer house, and he wasn’t home as much. Mom, on the other hand, started spending more time at home when dad was gone more. Mom wasn’t as fun as dad, but he wasn’t home as much, and when he was, he was always too tired to play.

I remember when I turned ten and dad missed my birthday party because he was out of town. That’s the first time I remember mom talking about him being a bad father. “What kind of father misses his baby’s birthday?” she asked me. Dad became my enemy that day. He came home the next day and gave me my birthday present. I wouldn’t talk to him I was so mad.

When I was fifteen, I asked mom why she didn’t leave him. She told me she was staying for me, that no matter how much of an asshole dad was, I deserved to grow up with a mom AND dad. I admired her staying xslot in a loveless marriage to make life better. Mom was always willing to sacrifice for me. What has dad ever done?

This went on and on over the years until I graduated high school and started college. Dad and I grew apart more and more until we stopped talking unless it was absolutely necessary. It was rarely necessary. He always told me he’d saved for my college, but mom told me he was just trying to buy my love. Good thing I earned a scholarship and didn’t need his manipulative money.

That’s the past. On to the present.

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One day I felt sick, so I stayed home from school. I wasn’t really sick. I stayed out with my friends too late and didn’t get enough sleep. But fuck it. I’m a good student with good grades, and if I flashed some boob to the professor, he’d let me make up the missed day. I slept in and didn’t wake up until after one o’clock. I was feeling quite lazy, but I knew I had to do my laundry.

Having the house to myself, I didn’t worry about putting on real clothes. I was wearing a cute little nightshirt that barely covered my mostly bare ass, thong covered pussy, and was so thin, my nipples were not only visible, but they also poked out little tents. I grabbed my laundry basket and scampered out to the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into the laundry room.

I put my whites in, started the water, and was ready to head back upstairs. Then I heard someone in the house. Mom was usually at the spa and dad was supposed to be at work. I went to the door and listened to see if I could tell where the noise was coming from. I opened the door slowly and peeked around the corner. I could now hear dad talking from the family room.

“Where are you?” he asked. “You know we’re supposed to have a dinner date? I don’t give a fuck what you have to do with that bitch. Fuck her. She is a bitch. She fucks with you and she fucks with me.”

Dad was clearly pissed at whomever he was talking to. He never raises his voice but when he gets pissed, he has a tighter cadence in his words. It sounded like he was talking to someone at work.

He sat silent for a moment listening. “Bullshit. I’m looking at the app right now. Listen, if you spend any more money, I swear to God I’m divorcing your ass.”

“Oh, my God,” I gasped quietly. “He’s talking to mom. What an asshole,” I said softly. “He treats her like shit then threatens divorce if she spends his precious money.”

In all my life, dad has never talked to me about mom and their relationship. I’d asked him questions based on the stuff mom told me, but he would always tell me it was rude to gossip. Any answer I ever got out of him was lies telling me how much he loved her and cared about her. He always said he loved me and cared about me too, so I knew he was lying.

“What’re you talking about?” he raised his voice a touch. “I take care of her. I pay for all her shit, her clothes, her weekends with her friends, her car, her gas.”

“Fuckin liar,” I whispered as I shook my head. “Mom takes care of all that shit.”

“No,” he continued. “I’m not helping her with her homework. She treats me like shit. She doesn’t even talk to me.” He paused. “I do try. She either ignores me or she parades around in skimpy clothes just to get on my nerves.”

I had to giggle at that. Dad is always complaining about my “morality” and telling me I’m gonna get pregnant and shit. He hates that I wear tiny shorts, crop tops, miniskirts, and sometimes, just my bra and panties around him. I make sure I show him plenty of tits and ass without exposing my nipples or my vag. God, he gets so angry at me.

“Of course, babe. I’ve always done my best for you and Ali. I always will. She’s an adult now so you have no reason to stay with me. I’m tired of supporting you while you do nothing but spend my money.”

“Yeah, she does. And do you know she’s fucking other guys in your bed, dumbass?” I giggled.

“No, I don’t want to divorce you. I love you. I always have. You know that. I’m sorry I said it,” he said, still without raising his voice.

I wondered if he has ever raised his voice in anger. I’ve never heard him yell in anger. Both mom and I have done enough to set him off. I know he gets angry but, Jesus Christ, dad, yell.

“Whatever, Keri. I’ll make do. Bye.”

“Shit,” I whispered. His chair faced the kitchen. I couldn’t get back to the stairs and my room without him seeing me. I stood in the laundry room peeking around the corner waiting for him to turn his head or get up to go to his bedroom or office. He sat back, took a deep breath, and sighed. He looked pathetic.

I didn’t want him to know I heard most of his conversation, but I didn’t want to stand in the laundry room until he was ready to do something else. He turned his head to one side, and I made a run for the stairs. I thought I made it but …

“Hey! Where you goin in such a hurry?”

I tried to xslot Giriş keep going as I yelled, “Just going to my room.”

“Hold up, young lady. Come down here.”

Shit. I stopped and walked back into the family room. As expected, he looked at my sleepwear with a disappointed look.

“Honey, why do you walk around here like that?”

“Like what, Daddy?” I answered in my teenage sneer as I rolled my eyes.

“You’re half-naked, honey.”

I don’t know how many times he’s used that line. Each time, I’ve always wanted to be brave enough to do what I was about to do. I reached down with both hands, grabbed the bottom of my teensy nightshirt and ripped it quickly up and over my head. I stood there with my naked nipples pointed directly at my ass of a dad.

“Now … I’m half-naked, dad,” I sneered again. I wanted to get some kind of reaction from him but didn’t see what was coming.

“Ali, why do you dislike me so much?” he asked as he stood, grabbed a small blanket off the couch, and walked over to cover my naked tits.

“What the hell do you mean, dad? You know I loooove you,” I said as I grabbed the blanket and ripped it from his hands, tossing it back on the couch. I cupped my tits in both hands. “You like my titties, dad?”

Dad simply put his hands softly on my shoulders, turned me, and walked me calmly to the stairs. “Go to your room. I’m sorry I tried to talk to you.”

“Fine,” I said as I turned to face him again. “But the least you can do is tell me if you like my tits.”

“Please, honey, go to your room and get dressed.” He turned and walked to his office and closed the door. I heard the lock latch.

“Asshole,” I said under my breath as I turned and walked up the stairs with a winning smile on my face. I couldn’t believe I just flashed my dad but, wow, it felt liberating.

As I entered my room, I had a thought. It wasn’t a nice thought. It was, in fact, a very nasty, evil thought. I quickly grabbed a very unsexy bra and what I call ‘granny panties’ then pulled on some very modest clothes. I quickly ran downstairs and knocked on dad’s door.

“What?” he called out in a quiet voice.

“Dad,” I said softly. “can you let me in, please.”

“Why? I don’t want to see you naked, Ali.”

“Dad, I want to apologize,” I said. “Open the door, please. I promise I won’t show my naked body. In fact, I think you’ll like what you see.”

“Sorry, honey. I’m not falling for that again.”

“Dad, please,” I begged. “I want to say I’m sorry.”

“You just did. I forgive you. You can go now.”

“Seriously, dad? You’ve always told me that I need to apologize face-to-face to the person I’ve hurt.”

I heard him sigh, then the chair slid on the floor. The door unlocked and opened slowly with dad peeking out to be sure I wasn’t naked.

“Dad,” I had to giggle, “if one eye sees me naked, I’m still naked.”

He opened the door fully and smiled at me with plenty of skepticism. “True, but I could see parts of you that don’t matter.” He walked back and sat down as I followed.

I did my best to fake the sincerity I wasn’t feeling. “Dad, I’m sorry I took my top off and asked you to tell me if you like my tits … I mean breasts. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I swear I don’t know what’s wrong with you sometimes.”

“I’m just a nineteen-year-old girl full of hormones and stuff.”

“That’s no excuse, honey. Your mom and I have taught you better than this.”

‘Well, mom has,’ I thought to myself. ‘You’ve done shit, old man.’

“I want to make it up to you, dad,” I said. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” I asked and gave him a sexy look.

“Knowing you’ve learned your lesson is all I need, Ali. Now, please, I have work to do,” he said as he started escorting me to the door.

“I really feel like I need to do something for you, dad,” I said as I turned and stopped. He didn’t stop as fast and almost ran into me. I took advantage of the closeness and him being caught off balance. I kissed him quickly on the lips and grabbed his crotch. He pulled away and grabbed my hand to pull it away. I held on stronger than he anticipated. “Maybe I can suck your cock, daddy.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Ali?” he said in anger and disgust as he pried my hand from his hardening cock. “Get out, NOW!”

“Jesus, dad, I just wanna make things better,” I said as he pushed me out the door and shut it in my face. I turned to the door and knocked again. “Dad let me give you a blow job, please. I can make you cum and that’ll make you feel better, daddy.”

I kept begging for several minutes while dad sat in his office in silence other than him sniffling. “Dad, are you crying?” I asked. “If you let me suck you off, you’ll feel better, dad.”

I finally wandered back to my room, proud of myself for formulating my plan and starting the execution. Mom will be proud of me when I’ve delivered for her. For now, I must xslot Güncel Giriş keep her in the dark. My plan requires her ignorance of the goal.

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A few days passed and my plan was well on the way. I made a point of wearing the smallest, most see-through tops, the shortest shorts, and miniskirts while flashing my tits, ass, and pussy at my dad every time I was near him. Each time I passed close enough, I would reach for his cock. He had a perpetual hard-on, and I was loving that I was torturing him. I also knew that, as a man, he could only resist temptation for so long. When he gave in, he would be mine.

I was so excited I couldn’t keep this to myself. Mom couldn’t know. After school one day, I was giddy that I had stroked dad’s cock for about five seconds before he pushed my hand away. I think he moaned a little. I needed to tell someone.

My phone rang. I looked at the ID. “Unknown Caller,” it said. I usually don’t answer but this time I did.

“Hello?” I answered, wondering who it would be.

“Hey, dumbass. What’s the beef, chickenshit?”

I was excited to hear from my childhood friend, Kathy. We grew up together and were best friends from elementary through Junior High.

Kathy was the product of a broken marriage. Her dad had abandoned her mom and siblings out of the blue and disappeared when Kathy was just seven years old. Her mom remarried a certified cretin and asshole. He sexually abused Kathy and her sister. When her brother tried to step in to stop him, he beat him to unconsciousness. Kathy’s mom stayed with this asshole and wouldn’t support charges brought by Kathy’s brother. He was only thirteen when the asshole beat the shit out of him. Her mom defended her new husband. Kathy’s hate was real, legitimate hate.

Kathy started acting out when we were in seventh grade and by end of eighth grade, she was gone. She had been arrested for armed robbery. Armed robbery of the school snack bar. It was a joke of a charge. She stole some candy bars from the snack bar but threatened the student cashier with the sharp end of her fingernail file. Because of her past, the juvenile judge took no sympathy for her. She was sent to a state school and into foster care. I hadn’t seen nor heard from her since the end of eighth grade.

She’d be the perfect one to tell. Kathy and I shared a mutual hatred for our dads.


“Who else would it be? Damn, you’re as dumb as ever.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I said, excited to be talking to my long-lost friend. “Where are you?” Are you in town?”

“Yeah, I came back. Mom’s dick of a fucked-up husband croaked. I gotta make sure that asshole doesn’t find a second wind, and that he gets six feet of daisy soil up his fat ass.”

“Have you seen your mom or your brother and sister?” I asked.

“Nah, and don’t you go tellin’ em I’m here. Mom didn’t give a shit about me, sis, or Brent. I can’t believe they stayed with her and that fuck up.”

“I won’t tell. I never see them or talk to them. How long you gonna be here? Where you stayin?”

“Not quite sure, Al. Hoping to crash with a friend. You know anyone who could be my friend?”

“Well, fuck yeah, bitch. You’re stayin with me.”

“I dunno. I’ve checked into you. Yer still at home with the asshole who raised you, ain’tcha?”

“Well, yeah, but he’s harmless,” I replied. “God, I have to tell you what’s up. When can you be here?”

The doorbell rang.

“NO FUCKIN WAY! IS THAT YOU?” I asked with a laugh as I jumped to run to the door.

“Cya in a sec,” Kathy answered, and the line went dead.

I threw the door open and was shocked to see my friend. My eyes grew to the size of pool balls as I looked at the hottest chick I’ve seen in a while. She had black hair past her shoulders, black eye makeup, black rouge, and lipstick. She was dressed in black from top to bottom. She smiled and waved, and I noticed the black beads of her bracelet and the black fingernail polish.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Goth much?”

“Waddaya think?” she asked with a grin, striking a pose.

“Normally I’m not a fan, but you look fuckin hot, girl.”

“Are you gonna invite me in?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer. She pushed past me and immediately started wandering the house. “God, nothing’s changed. Where’s the dickhead?”

I chuckled. “He’s at work. I’ve got some things to tell you though.”

“Your mom?”

“Same. She works at the spa and keeps busy fuckin the towel boys or whoever.”

“I’m hungry. Whatcha got to eat?”

“You know where everything is. Help yourself. I ain’t your bitch.”

“Cool. So, what you dyin to tell me?” she asked as she started rummaging the fridge for food.

“I’m setting my dad up for my mom to divorce him,” I said proudly.

“Look at you, all growed up and takin out the trash,” she said with pride in her friend. “How you doin that?”

“With these,” I said cupping my tits, “and this,” I continued by grabbing my pussy.

“Interesting. Tell me more.”

“Well, a week or so ago, I heard him on the phone with mom. He threatened to divorce her if she keeps spending his money. What an ass. Can you imagine?”

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