All Chapters of Daddy one shots: an erotica collection : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The words hit her like a slap, but her resolve crumbled. She wasn't thinking straight. Jack was long forgotten when she said, "Please, daddy, fuck me. I can't take it anymore. I need your dick." Frank hadn't needed to threaten her. She was more than willing to get fucked by her daddy, the only who ever really made her weak in the knees. Frank positioned her on her hands and knees, her face inches from her mom's sleeping form. Gripping her hips, he rammed into her from behind, his cock splitting her open with repeated, taunting withdrawals. He fed her pussy more and more dick until he bottomed out inside her, enjoying the slow burn of sinking into her gradually. Penny cried out, the stretch burning deliciously. "Daddy's dick is the biggest I have ever had. No one else has ever filled me up so completely," she cooed, in a lust induced haze, making her forget her daddy didn't know what a whore she really was. "Take lots of dick, did you Pen? You want to act like a whore in my hou

She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders, her pussy clenching as he hit her G spot repeatedly. "Daddy, please. Not a whore. Tell me I am your good girl," she begged, unable to stand him seeing her that way, even as she raised her hips to his devastating ones, slamming her into the wall with force again and again. "Nope. Just a whore," Frank insisted, refusing to see her as a daughter while he fucked her pussy. The excitement of the sex had them both coming soon thereafter. The orgasms lingered, as both succumbed to something bigger than just orgasmic bliss. Something had shifted. Maybe that very first time. Maybe long before then. Who could say for sure? Either way, it had awakened new desires, beyond physical intimacy. After cleaning up, they dried off quickly and snuck away to a hotel to be alone. There, Frank fucked her savagely. He had her legs placed over his shoulders as he pounded deep; then, she rode him wildly, tits bouncing in his face. He flipped her bo

Ben knew he was being a black stereotype. Obsessed with the white bitch treating him like dirt because she thought he was better than him. His head was spinning. The last six months of his life felt like a lie. He wasn't this guy. That video was before him. His pride, coupled with Malia's clear prejudice against him got the better of him anyway. Outraged, Malia glared at Ben, her heart beat picking up speed. The others never tried this shit. Then again, when she showed them the video to get rid of them, she was underage. She wasn't anymore. From the way he was now hate eye fucking her, Ben knew that. The trail was miles long and foreign to Talia. She was at least an hour from home. She looked up at the dark clouds looming overhead, having appeared out of nowhere. A storm was coming. "I said, on your fucking knees. Let your new daddy teach you manners, rude bitch," Ben insisted, forcing Malia down onto her knees. The images of Talia getting double penetrated haunted him. Was he

He spanked her ass cheeks brutally, the sharp cracks echoing through the woods like gunshots. The skin welted and bruising under his palms as he rose and plunged two thick fingers up her pussy. "That's it, little white bitch. Get ready for my hard dick to fuck you. So damn tight. Like virgin cunt," Ben chuckled, panting lightly as he finger fucked her pussy deep and hard. A third digit joined the first two, curling viciously inside her. The squelching sounds made by the fingering were lewd and appalling. Her juices splattered on his hand with each thrust. "Please, God. I won't tell my mom. Okay? Just—" Malia finally whimpered, sheets of rain hiding her tears as they fell. "Too late, sweet cheeks. You made daddy mad. Your dick obsessed holes need to be wrecked by daddy. Learn your fucking place. You're a whore in my house. Nothing more. Now fucking beg for dick," Ben insisted, a principled man despite his anger, refusing to force himself on a woman. He was having that warm, littl

Guilt, rage, and raw lust warred inside him, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill. He offered her food and water, after getting her dry and dressing her. Then the thoughts started. He should leave, confess to Talia, end this nightmare. The thought made him want to puke. He knew their relationship was probably over, so why not keep fucking Malia? Her vulnerability, the way her holes leaked his seed in slow, viscous drops, ignited something primal in him. His cock hardened with a painful throb. "You okay, you little slut?" he finally growled, his voice thick with leftover hunger. Malia lifted her head, eyes glassy and dilated, tears streaking her dirt-smeared face. She was back in bed now, but still naked and quivering. She gave a broken, hoarse laugh that echoed in the small space, raw from screaming. "Do I look okay, daddy? My holes are on fire from your monster cock fucking me," she sassed, spite still burning br