All Chapters of Daddy one shots: an erotica collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Daddy, you shouldn't be here," Sarah whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at her reflection in the full length mirror of the sacristy. Her white wedding gown hugged her body like a second skin, the lace clinging to her full breasts and flaring out over her hips. Now twenty four, she dreamed of this day forever. Marrying Ethan, her stepbrother, the sweet, steady man who had been her rock since they were kids, was the right choice. But now, with her step daddy, Richard, blocking the doorway like a God damn wall, her stomach twisted with dread. "Not like this. I'm getting married today. We can't keep doing this," Sarah whispered, afraid someone would somehow figure out why daddy was here. Richard's dark eyes raked over her, possessive and hungry, tracing every curve in that pure white dress. He'd raised her since she was ten, after marrying her mom, but shit, their "relationship" had gotten twisted years ago. It started with those lingering hugs, his hands brushing

"Sure, baby. Faster. Hurry the fuck up," Richard insisted, closing his fist on hers to rush her along. As they stroked daddy's dick faster, slick sounds filling the room, unwanted enjoyment crept in on Sarah. "God, that's a fucking relief. Pump daddy's dick. Show me you can please a man, baby," Richard purred, staring Sarah straight in the eye as she gave him a hand job. His cock felt so powerful, pulsing in her hand. Memories of daddy railing her senseless flooded Sarah's mind. All the blood in her brain rushed to Sarah's pussy. No more reluctance or doubt. She wanted that cock inside her. "I'm going to miss your big dick, daddy," she admitted, biting her lip as he let her hand go. They watched her pump his cock with fascination, Richard groaning softly. "But I just have to—" Sarah began, her conscience catching up with her as she fisted her daddy's dick. "Stop fucking preaching and get on your knees, Sarah. In that pretty white dress, wrap those dick sucking lips

A knock on the door startled them both out of their day dreaming. Sarah bolted right up. Richard slammed a hand over her mouth. "Sarah? Dad? Is everything okay? Mom saw you come in here ages ago. What are you guys doing? You're not talking sense into her and telling her to flee, are you dad?" Ethan joked, not knowing he wasn't far off the mark. Sarah's panic was at an all time high, but a cuming Richard couldn't help slowly resuming fucking his daughter. Territorial indeed. Hearing Ethan's voice made Richard possessive. He wanted to fuck that pussy, even as his dick spewed cum deep into it. He wanted his dick stuck up Sarah's cunt permanently. Pam would say he was a walking cliché. Maybe he was, but fuck it. Sarah's cunt was worth the risk of losing everything. "Of course not. She loves you to death. Just a father daughter chat, son," Richard called back calmly, his voice strained as he panted heavily. "We'll be out in a minute." Sarah's eyes were wide with fear, but that o

Laney's words were barely a whimper, but her body tensed. Had Walden heard her call out to daddy? What would her husband think of her thoughts drifting to daddy while he ate her pussy? It didn't mean anything. She wasn't thinking of fucking daddy. He just brought her comfort in her time of need, that was all. Before guilt and fantasies from her youth could catch up to her, Laney bucked her against Theo’s face, her moans escalating into desperate whimpers. "Fuck me, please, daddy. I need you inside me," she begged, her voice breaking on a sob of need. She laid down on her back. He followed automatically, her legs wrapping around his waist like they were in sync. This time she couldn't escape her desires. She was thinking of daddy, fantasizing about him fucking her pussy, like when she was a teenager. Back then, daddy fucked her mom senseless on the daily. Recently, Walden had been equally as rough with her as daddy had been with her mother. She was spending all day with

“Your mom never fucks me anymore, Laney. What the fuck does she expect? I'm a man with needs. Daddy has to fuck, doesn't he, little one?” a frustrated Theo finally snapped, having held back on speaking while fucking Laney for months. “But daddy, not your own daughter. God, daddy, we shouldn't,” Laney said feebly through harsh pants. The wet slaps of skin on skin echoed in the room. Laney screamed, her moans tearing from her throat as orgasms ripped through her one after another. Her pussy walls spasmed. Her juices dripped down her daddy's balls. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but the word wouldn't come out. Fuck, daddy's dick felt good. So damn good. The orgasms were so intense it bordered on pain. No matter how guilty or betrayed Laney felt, her pussy wouldn't let her give up that good, big, pussy wrecking dick. “Shut up, cum dumpster. You love it. If I'm not fucking you, you'll kill yourself. Won't you? Take it. Let your daddy make that slutty cunt feel good