Crush Daddy Dancer Novels & Stories

Hard. “Oh, Daddy… Oh my Dante… Fuck!” she cried out, throwing her head back in bliss as he pounded into her from beneath, his strength taking over completely. Dante kept slamming into her, hitting deep, sending her spiraling into pleasure she had never felt before. His movements became rougher, faster, desperate. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her breath hitching, her moans turning into helpless cries. “I’m cumming, Daddy!” she screamed, her nails raking down his chest.

I curse as my cock throbs, I keep my eyes on her, watching as she and the boy, Felix, gets up from their private booth to the dance floor. They stand chest to chest and they start dancing. Her ass…the light bouncing off her shiny dress makes her look even more sultry, like a real life goddess of sex. Felix's hand slides down her hips and pulls her to his body, I clench my fist but keep on watching, forcing my body to stay still. “Hey, wanna dance daddy?“ a hot dancer climbs into my dance but I don't entertain her, my girl is right there with another man's hands on her sexy body.

She turned the vibrator higher. “Ah—fuck, Sir!” Her voice grew louder. “Please… use your little maid. I’ll clean every inch of this house on my knees if you just wreck this pussy.” The fantasy darkened. Victor gripping her hair, forcing her face down while he slammed into her from behind. Then Damien’s arrogant smirk joined in — the 25-year-old son she’d only glimpsed briefly. *She’s dripping for us already, Dad. Such a pathetic little slut.*

Panic builds up inside me as I noticed that the two men staring at me like predators. I got off from the chair to rush out of the place but the bellboy hindered my ankle that I fell onto the cold cement. I winced in pain and crawled back, while Brittany is laughing and started to step closer to me, my whole body was shaking. Her first kick landed on my stomach and I groaned. She kicked my knee, gripped my collar, and slapped me hard. She ripped my dress and my breasts were exposed making the man smirk with lust. “No, please—“ I choked in tears when Scarface towered me and started kissing my neck.

I confess, and she smiles. “I figured as much but trust me, this will help.” I sigh but agree, and we walk out of the safety of the locker room into the loud club floor. Men are shouting and squealing, and I turn toward the stage, watching a dancer spin down the pole, completely naked. I gasp, and Mindy smiles, passing me a shot, “That’s Candy. She is one of the best dancers we have. She is very popular.” “I can see why,” I gasp, “How does she do that?” I ask, gulping down the shot.

She struggled against Jean's grip on her hair and without hesitation I launched myself at him. "You mother fucking bastard," I said as I grabbed at his neck. How had he not seen me coming? This mother fucker was done for. I first grabbed Jean's shoulders to rip him away from Lily and propelled him against the gray basement wall. As his shoulder hit the wall I could hear the impact and Jean's face grimaced with pain. Before he could react further I started wildly punching him with a torrent of blows.

Big D. He’d been my biggest gifter for months. Generous, commanding, and so consistent that my pulse jumped every time his name appeared. I had a stupid, dangerous crush on a man I’d never met. I imagined him tall, dominant, experienced. The kind of man who could ruin me and make me thank him for it. Tonight he was already there, waiting. I spread my knees wider on the bed, letting the camera catch the way the thin string of my thong pressed against my pussy. I was already wet. The thrill of performing always did that to me.

It’s always better working here on nights like this, when everyone’s in a good mood, even if I am anxious about the prospect of the Mafia King being here. I mean, he’s been all over the news, and where he goes? Violence seems, inevitably, to follow. The good mood in the room completely changes all of a sudden when Lily – our top dancer – gives a little moan and collapses to the floor. Our manager Pete is through the curtain a minute later with some of our bouncers, who pick Lily up and carry her to the back. Pete’s pissed though. He spins, looking around the room with his arms crossed

"Fine, now take your little butt to bed. Come at it again in the morning. And tell that old man to put down the pipe and take his butt to bed too." "Okay, Daddy, I'm tired. Grandpa Daddy said it's time to go to bed." "Tell that boy I don't answer to him. Gimme that phone." Ah, hell, I know exactly what the hell he wants. "Hey boy, did you meet Snoop yet?" "Dafuq!" "Tell him I want to challenge him. I'm no Bob Marley, but I can take that Willie Nelson chump any day." "Get off my phone, old man."

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe