All Chapters of Daddy one shots: an erotica collection : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Fucking stop it, you're going to hurt her," Mark raged, unzipping his pants, desperate to release his now throbbing dick. Watching George do unholy things to his daughter brought out the protective nature of a father in him. But it also turned his mind inside out with desire. Daddy's beautiful whore. No, Mark. Stop it. God save us all. "Fuck her pussy and get it over with. Or do you think this is enough?" Mark growled, staring helplessly at his dick in his hand, his fist pumping mercilessly. Lord have mercy. He was jerking off to his daughter getting her face fucked. When had he released his dick from the confines of his pants? "God, please no. Make it stop. So sinful. Lord, forgive me," Mark whimpered, but his fist didn't stop pounding away at his dick as George's shaft disappeared in and out of his daughter's throat. "Baby, it's time to stop now," Mark pleaded with Stella. George watched as lust got the better of his brother, Stella's heavenly moans mixing with the brot

Stella thrashed about, orgasming violently. Her previous releases paled in comparison, her pussy spasming and squirting juices down her legs. George shot down her throat, making her swallow every drop. Mark pumped gently as he filled her pussy up with cum. Stella convulsed in a cumming, shrieking mess, her body a haze of pleasure, still thinking it all a dirty dream. Horror descended on Mark the moment his head cleared and he realized the sin he committed. There was no justification for adultery. He was a sinner. He took advantage of his own daughter. "You made me fuck my own daughter. You used her. We were vulnerable. You, you monster. I trusted you," Mark ranted in outrage, stumbling away from Stella's still writhing form. "Just keep your mouth shut and watch my magic work," George said with a breathy sigh. "You're welcome." "Lola will never forgive me," Mark groaned, as the brothers cleaned Stella up. "She never has to know if you don't want her to. I would rub it in

"Spread those legs wider, Sophia. This is my will, and in this family, everyone does as I say. You will be no different." Don Vito's voice was a low rumble, laced with authority that brooked no argument. His massive frame loomed over Sophia on the bed in his private study, the room heavy with the scent of aged leather and cigar smoke. Sophia's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of terror and confusion swirling inside her. She was just twenty four, an outsider to the underworld. When she got engaged to Marco, the man she loved more than life itself, she didn't know he was a mafia prince. By the time she found out, she was already too hopelessly in love with him to change anything. How had she ended up here, alone with his father, the infamous mafia boss who ruled the city with an iron fist? It had started innocently enough. Vito had invited her to the family estate for a "private talk" about her place in the family. Marco was out handling business, trusting his father implicitly

Over the next month, Vito took her relentlessly. In his study, the pool house, even the car while Marco was away on business. Each time, he was rough, possessive, commanding her with harsh words. "Suck daddy's cock, slut. Swallow every drop." "Ride me like the whore you are." Sophia was reluctant and ashamed at first, but her body learned to crave daddy's dick. The orgasms he gave her ripped through her night after night, despite the guilt gnawing at her soul. Vito kept Marco so busy that he didn't even try to touch Sophia anymore. "It's just until the wedding. Then I'm all yours," his exhausted voice promised, night after night. Soon after he passed out, she'd make her way down the hall and go get fucked by his father. Vito reveled in it, his lust for her growing. She was perfect. Feisty yet submissive, her reluctance making the conquest sweeter. He fucked her pussy raw, always cumming inside her, whispering, "You're gonna carry daddy's baby. Make me proud." By the

Frank wanted to yank Jack off his little girl and cut his dick off. He should storm in, throw Jack out, but he couldn't move, transfixed by the sight. Penny was screaming "I'm cuming, daddy I'm cuming" at the top of her lungs as her body thrashed about violently. Somehow, Frank knew she was putting on a show for him. Showing her daddy what it could be like if she offered him pussy. His wife, Candice, had long since stopped fucking him anyway. The frigid bitch fucked Ben Tens instead, while Frank fucked paid whores to meet his needs. Fuck knew why they were still together. Jack pounded harder into Penny, his thrusts brutal now, each one forcing the breath out of Penny, like he meant to wound her. Her cheek pressed against the cool marble, tears prickled her eyes from the mix of pleasure and humiliation. The orgasm was winding down and Penny had finally come to her senses. What the fuck was she doing? She loved Jack. Daddy too, but not in that way. That was fucked up. Wrong. Taboo