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Daddy, Teach My Friends…& Me


Riley Reid

Copyright © 2018 by Riley Reid
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Warning: This book is only appropriate for adults. It contains extreme language and subject material. All characters are above the age of 18, consensual and fictional. None of the following events actually took place.

Part I

I sneak up behind my dad as he relaxes on the couch. He switches on the television, and I can hear that first cold beer crack open while I creep closer. And I know it’s silly to play tricks at eighteen, but it’s our thing. It’s also the best way to approach him when I need something, and tonight, I need him for something very special.

After managing to get behind him without being noticed, I slowly clamp my hands over his beautiful green eyes while I lean on his broad shoulders.

“Guess who.” I say with a smurf-like voice.

“Umm…the weird pizza-delivery guy who keeps driving past my house?” He plays dumb.

“No, but I’m definitely switching hand creams.” I act all insulted as I give daddy his vision back and look at my hands. “And my perfume, apparently.”

“Ashley, I didn’t even know you were here.” He looks up at me with a pleasant smile before I playfully scruff his hair and step around the couch. “Don’t you girls have a thing at Kimber’s tonight?”

Daddy just got back from work. He used to be a construction worker, but now he has his own firm. Although, he loves getting dirty with the rest of the boys every now and again, and it’s obvious he worked those burly muscles today. He says it’s good to stick to your roots, and nobody does it better than daddy.

Everything he touches comes out just right.

“Her parents had to fly somewhere for business, so we came here. She’s up in my room with Donna. Is it okay if they spend the weekend with me?”

“Sure. I’ll get out of your way, but only if you promise no parties.”

My mom and dad have been divorced for some time now, and she doesn’t exactly like the fact that I spend most weekends at his place. But seeing as I haven’t caused any trouble and I’m a young adult now, she lets me get my way.

“Actually, I was hoping you could stick around?” I catch him off-guard.

“Really? Okay. I’ll be around then.” He responds rather surprised.

“Yeah, we kinda need your help.” I bite my lip and pull an innocent face.

“Anything, princess. Just name it.” He says while getting distracted by the sound of the evening news.

He never misses it because he’s methodical about staying on top of things. He’s worked hard to get his business into shape and he doesn’t take a single day for granted. The more he knows about the world, the more confident he feels.

“I was hoping you could come to my room. I’ll ask you there.”

“No problem. I’ll be right up.”

I lost his attention before I even asked for it, but in this case, it might be a good thing. He never likes coming into my room for anything. And by the time he figures out what he agreed to, I’ll be waiting upstairs.

“So, I’ll see you in five minutes?”

“Five minutes, tops.”

He turns up the volume while I skip upstairs, getting more excited. And as I step into my room, I find Donna and Kimber where I left them, on my bed and waiting with bated breath.

“So? What did he say?” Kimber goes first with her flaming red hair.

As a gymnast, she is the most limber girl I know. She can bend in all kinds of directions that make my body hurt. With only three light freckles on her nose and her blue eyes, she drives most guys I know crazy.

“He’s coming up in a few minutes. Then we’ll ask him.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Donna is practically giddy.

She’s the one with slightly more distinct curves. And while there is no mistaking her sexy hourglass figure, it’s her tits and jet-black locks that really get heads turning. Compared to her, it’s like I’m wearing a training bra.

“Oh, it’s happening, baby. Even if I have to chain Ashley’s daddy to the fucking bed.” Kimber joins in Donna’s excitement.

“Just don’t scare him off. It’s one thing to get him in a room with you two. Whether he’ll agree is something else.”

“Oh, Ash, don’t be so negative. Why do you think our pajamas are extra small?” Kimber points out the obvious.

With tights so tiny I can substitute them for underwear, and thin white tops that accentuate their upper curves, it would be hard for any straight man to say no to anything they ask.

“So, are you going to stick around if he agrees?” Donna asks, her nipples already poking through the tight top.

“What? No! Gross!” I sound outraged, but internally, I’m considering the option. “I mean, how weird would that be?”

“Drop the act, Ash. You’ve been crushing your dad since I can remember. You can’t tell us you aren’t the least bit curious to see him perform. Or maybe, even a little jealous you won’t be getting some?”

Kimber fucks with me and I react by picking up the nearest pillow and flinging it at her.

“Shut up!” I yell as she and Donna keep teasing me.

“Ashley and daddy, sitting in a tree…”

“You are so fucking childish!”

By now I’m smacking them with the pillows, but I’m laughing and blushing too much to do any damage.

Then we hear a knock at the door.

Part II

All three of us freeze in position and silence falls.

“Ashley? You wanted to talk?” Daddy says through the door.

“Just a sec, daddy.”

I look at my friends and the anticipation in their eyes. This is definitely something I never saw myself doing, but to be completely honest, I can’t wait for it to play out.

As I get off the bed and straighten my clothes, I signal the girls to keep their cool a last time. I also find myself taking a few seconds to compose myself before opening the door.

Daddy stays in the hallway, looking a little awkward and unsure.

“Come in, daddy.”

He’s not really happy with the idea, but he steps inside nonetheless. And as he lays eyes upon the half-naked girls on my bed, his awkwardness goes up a notch.

“Hi, Mr. Monroe.” Donna and Kimber’s greetings are almost in sync.

“Evening, girls. Hope you’re having a good time so far.”

Daddy looks to the side of the room, then the other side, trying not to stare too long in their direction without being rude.

“It’s getting there.” The slutty side of Kimber doesn’t waste time, and she openly glares at his solid body.

From behind daddy and out of his view, I throw a few more signals to take it down a step, but they are too occupied with their immediate desires. And right now, their desire comes in the form of my dad.

“So, what did you want to ask me?” Relieved that the greetings are out of the way, daddy turns back to me.

“Well, daddy, you know I’ll only ask a big favor when it’s really necessary.”

“Of course.” He smiles and confirms my statement.

“I need a big favor tonight.”

Something tells me daddy is onto us, because he quickly scans the room again and double-checks whether Kimber and Donna are really wearing next to nothing.

“A big favor you say?”

As his focus falls on me again I can see the “investigator” coming out.

“It’s not for me, really. It’s for Kimber and Donna. They have some issues they want you to help them with. But promise you won’t get mad when I tell you.”

“Ashley, what’s going on?”

“Please, daddy. Just promise.”

“Okay, I promise.”

I take a deep breath and look to my girls for a little bit of confidence.

“Donna’s boyfriend has been begging her for a blowjob. And she doesn’t mind giving one, but she’s scared he won’t like it.”

Daddy becomes fifty shades of self-conscious while he silently listens.

“She was hoping she could give you one first, then get your opinion.”

I finish the first request and nervously wait for a response.

“This is a joke, right? You’re all in on it?” This time he doesn’t have a problem looking at Donna and Kimber. “I mean, I like a good joke as much as the next guy, but this is very inappropriate, girls.”

Daddy doesn’t look impressed as he brushes past me.

“Ashley, we’ll talk later.” He whispers before reaching for the door handle.

Panicked, I grab his hand and turn him around.

“I’m serious, daddy. It’s not a big deal to you, but it means a lot to them. You don’t know what it is like being girl and the pressure we get from our boyfriends. The least you can do is to make it easier.”

I strategically flash my innocent and big brown eyes while holding onto his hand.

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