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Sweet Jesus God in heaven, those curves. Full, round breasts that I want to weigh in my hands. Hips I want to slide my hands over and grip as I sink deep inside her. And that ass… “That’s as much of an introduction as you’ll get to my daughter,” Darren says in annoyance. Shit. His daughter? That possibility never even crossed my mind, but who else did I think she was?

She was on all fours, moaning loud, pushing back against him while he gripped her hips. “Fuck your daughter’s best friend’s pussy harder, daddy,” the woman on the video whined. “She’s so tight for you… please, stretch me out with that big cock…” My eyes went wide. My mouth actually watered at the sight of him—the way his hand moved up and down that long, veiny shaft, the way his abs tightened every time he stroked, the low grunts coming from his chest. I couldn’t look away. Then he groaned, low and rough.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

My thighs pressed together. David returned from a quick evening swim, shirtless, water tracing his chest and the soft strength around his middle. He sat beside me casually. “Food smells incredible,” he said aloud, laughing at Dad’s jokes. Beneath the table, his hand found my bare knee, warm and confident. His fingers traced slow circles up my thigh. I nearly dropped my fork. The video continued as his touch reached the edge of my shorts. I bit my lip, nodding along to Aunt Clara’s stories about the waterfall mist and group photos.

“This cunt was made for me. Only me. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.” I was a moaning, shaking mess beneath him. Legs locked around his waist. Nails clawing down his back hard enough to draw blood. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “Beg,” he ordered, voice lethal. “Beg your husband to fuck you harder.” “Please…” I sobbed, voice wrecked and desperate. “Please, Dante- harder- don’t stop- I need you!”

not "Dad." "She is an adult now," Daniel said, shrugging. "She realizes now that mistakes happen. The choices I made back then... they can happen to anyone. Even to her." The words were like poison. He was justifying himself to our daughter. He was making his betrayal sound normal, acceptable. "Like father, like daughter," I said quietly, the truth of it making me feel sick.

“My father-in-law is fucking me. His thick white cock is stretching my married pussy.” Richard gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her, the wet sounds loud and filthy. “That’s right. Say it again.” “My husband’s father is breeding me,” she moaned, eyes locked on the phone. “I belong to Daddy now.” He flipped her onto her back and fucked her hard while the camera kept rolling, capturing the way her pussy stretched around his cock and the creamy mess he left inside her when he came. He made sure to film the thick white cum leaking out of her as he pulled out.

Evert damn time she grunted, she encouraged him, telling him exactly what to do. "Fúck me, baby," she gasped. "Harder. God, I love your cóck." "Then fúckíng take it," Dad spat. Her eyes rolled with pleasure as she began to moan louder. "I love your daughter, but it’s impossible to stay quiet when she’s home. Oh yes, that’s it, right there! Pound me harder. Yes, yes, yes!” Her words hit me like a shockwave. I had no idea what to do.

she whispered, the word a promise. Daniel’s touch became firm, possessive. He kneaded her breast, then leaned in, kissing her hungrily while his father still fucked her against the wall. The sensation was overwhelming—Arthur’s deep, relentless pounding, and Daniel’s mouth on hers, his free hand sliding down to where Arthur was thrusting. Daniel’s fingers found her slickness, traced the stretched rim of her pussy around his father’s cock. “So fucking wet,” Daniel groaned against her lips. “I want in.”

Dominant Daddy (2) EMMA I sat with my three best friends at our favorite small cafe. It was Saturday afternoon. We were drinking cold juice and eating cakes. My friends were laughing and talking loudly about their husbands and boyfriends. I smiled and tried to look normal, but my mind was far away. I kept thinking about Daniel, his deep voice, his strong hands and the way he whispered “Daddy” to me. My pussy was getting wet again just remembering it. Lara started first. She was married for two years. “Girls, my husband fucked me so good last night. He lasted thirty minutes. I came twice. I feel so lucky.”