All Chapters of Daddy one shots: an erotica collection : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"No... no, please, stop!" Tracy murmured, moments before she bolted upright in bed. Her scream echoed through her dark room, her body slick with cold sweat that soaked her thin, white tank top. The nightmare had been vivid. A shadowy figure lunging at her, the glint of steel in the streetlight. His body pressed up against hers. "Give me the bag, bitch," his husky, gruff voice said into her ear, laying the cool blade of a knife against her throat. "Please, okay. Just, don't hurt me," Tracy whimpered as the man sniffed her hair, his body heat seeping into hers as he came up behind her. Had she not been so terrified, she might have been aroused. He had one of those voices that sounded familiar. Eerily familiar presence. She must have lost her mind, but as his hard dick ground into her ass, he reminded her of— "Daddy! Daddy, please, help," Tracy couldn't stop herself from crying out for the umpteenth time in her sleep, just like she had that night, terrified that she was about t

Those same urges only grew, with her under his roof again and her mother forcing him to check on her every night. Fuck, did his little girl really agree to let him finally claim her? Dean didn't know when it began. When he realised an eighteen year old piece of ass lived in his house? When she accidentally saw his dick while stumbling into the bathroom while he was in the shower? Years of little mishaps added up. Now every time he saw her he only wanted one thing: to fuck all her holes. He flipped the knife suddenly, the blade now pointing towards her, its sharp edge catching the light. With precise, careful movements, he began cutting her tank top open from the neckline down. Something had to calm the madness being let loose in him. Ripping her tank top to shreds gave him a minute to calm the fuck down while he prepared to fuck her senseless. The blade's tip touched the fabric just below her throat, and he drew it downward slowly, the sharp edge slicing through the materia

Dean spanked her ass hard, the crack resounding, as guilt seeped into the pleasure. "Quiet, princess. Don't enjoy daddy's dick," he reminded her, though his own pleasure was evident in the way he used her to masturbate his dick. "Just therapy, angel." Tracy was lost in the rhythm of pumping her daddy's dick with her pussy. She shrieked and choked on her breaths as her movements grew rougher, faster. She slammed down harder, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. Dean didn't let up either. His hands yanked her up and down his cock like her pussy owned him. "Oh fuck off, daddy. You love it too. Say it, daddy. Say you love fucking me," Tracy raged, her eyes bulging in a wild craze as they worked together to fuck her pussy. It was everything he ever wanted and more. He couldn't help the grin that briefly appeared on his face. Daddy and daughter were a panting, sloppy, sweaty mess of bodies smacking together and fucking Tracy

Dean’s pupils blew wide. Thinking fast, he reached for a pair of leather cuffs she had dangling off her bedpost. With remarkable speed brought on by the fear of losing his comfortable suburban life, he cuff his daughter to the bed. Tracy’s eyes narrowed in horror. Her heart raced. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins as she sat there, sinfully naked and bound to the bed, with her hard daddy eye fucking her. Was she stupid to think she was in charge? “What the fuck are you doing?" she barked at him anyway, her eyes quick to dart about for keys. “What are you doing with those anyway, princess? Are you getting daddy's pussy fucked under his roof? It smells like fucking in here, Trace,” he asked softly, menacingly advancing on her. She wasn't about to tell him she had fantasized about this exact scenario playing out all day while her fingers fucked her pussy. She didn't even use the handcuffs. They were a gag gift from friends, calling her a prude. If they only knew w

"I’m yours, baby girl. Daddy's your personal cock. Your dirty fuck. Anytime, baby. Use daddy's dick. Let daddy make it all better, baby. Your cock, not your mom's," Dean spat out dumb shit he couldn't keep to, but fuck the horny whore was riding him like a possessed woman. He would have said anything to keep that pussy clenching while slipping up and down his dick. She laughed breathlessly, slamming down harder. That's it, daddy. Earn my fucking silence. “I'm serious, daddy. You're going to make me cum every day. Your princess will walk around dripping your cum while your wife smiles at me like nothing’s wrong. Touch her pussy while I'm using this dick and I'll have your sick ass thrown in jail," Tracy choked out, now hovering over Dean as she fucked him harder, pinning him in place, owning his dick. Dean’s control snapped. The threat didn't mean much to him. No one would believe her. He thought it was sexy as fuck though. Her pussy slurping at his cock, sucking it back