All Yours Daddies Novels & Stories

Right at that moment, I knew who my persons were who caused my euphoria, it was my daddies all along. - The End -

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!" "Thank you, Daddy"

We kiss and he fucks me right. “Ugh!” I grunt out, that wonderful sensation filling me again. “Rub that clit for me, baby,” he says, and I happily oblige. “Yes, Daddy, anything you want.” “Rub it good.” “I’ll rub it so good for you.” “I want you coming all over this dick inside you.” “Yes, Daddy, I’m going to cum all over that big fucking dick of yours.” “I’m going to make a huge mess inside you.” “I want it all. I want every drop of your cum.”

“I’m going now.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “Shit, okay.” She lets out a breath, hands on her hips as she gives me a serious look. “Listen—these guys, they’re known as ‘the daddies’ for a reason. They have some, well… specific tastes. Weird as hell kinks, but women actually seek them out for, let’s say, special introductions. You wouldn’t be the first untouched woman they’ve helped, and you won’t be the last.” “Got it.” I swallow, steadying myself. “Thank you, Eva please don't tell anyone I'm a virgin! I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I nod. “Let's hear it, daughter.” “Yes, daddy, I'm ready to get fucked.” “How do you want it, babygirl?” “Everywhere, daddy.” “You want daddy and your uncles to fuck you together?” I nod vigorously, daddy's warm breath against my ear and all their hands groping me supercharging my libido. I don't just want to get fucked; I want to get ravished. If you have three dicks at your disposal, you have to use them all. “I want all of you.”

"Oh, fuck~ Your dick is so... Aaa~ Aahh~ so yummy, Daddy. I can't get enough...even in my dreams. Oh, sweet fuck, yes.... Uhhh~" "I want to fuck you every day, Daddy. Anytime, anywhere, regardless of the occasion. Urrghhh~ Aaaurh~ I want to fuck you... Aaa~ Uh~ ..till I drain every last cum...you have stored... Aaargh~ Aaaah~ ...in that sweet fuck tool of yours, Daddy. Mmn! Fuck~ Oh, fuckkk~!!"

Zavian brushes his lips against my forehead. “I love you,” I whisper into the small space between us. “We love you,” Caspian answers. Zavian’s voice is soft and certain. “Always.” I close my eyes and let the weight of their bodies and the warmth of their hands ground me completely. The twins shift again beneath my skin. One of the men, I cannot tell which, spreads his fingers more protectively over the place where the movement was strongest. This is our family. Built in love. Kept in safety.

Fresh slick drips down my thighs. Daddy gives me one last cold, almost bored look. “Maybe if you’re still wet and needy tomorrow,” he says, gesturing lazily at Bob’s heavy cock, “I’ll give you the real deal. We’ll have fun…” I shake my head fast, tears already spilling. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s not part of the play. This is—” “Oh but the fans love it,” Daddy cuts in smoothly. He glances at the camera. “Am I right, guys?”

“For… all of you. Inside me.” Grant’s hand tightened gently on her leg. Marcus’s foot massage stopped. Cole kissed her forehead. “We have been waiting for you to say that.” “But,” she continued, voice small, “I don’t want to choose one first. I want all my Daddies.” Marcus spoke first—deep, reassuring. “Then we will make it special. Together.” They came up with “Daddy dates.” Individual time with each Daddy—full days or evenings tailored to his personality and their bond.

She knew… she had seen it… that Isadora wasn’t wearing this top this morning. “What are you wearing?” she asked with arched brows, and Isadora’s heart dropped, sinking into her belly. She had hoped, had prayed that her mother would not find out, but it seems her prayer didn’t work out. Isadora stared down at her body, stuttering as she tried to place her words together. “I… I… I… It’s Daddy’s clothes. Dad,” she said, forcing a smile. “It was… the last thing he left me with.” She added, knowing that this would stir up something within her mother, but it would be better than saying it was from Damian.