Daddy And Babygirl Stories Novels & Stories

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

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“Good, baby. Work it out of me. Get yourself nice and bred.” Her luscious body jolts at the word bred, and she whines my name, climaxing around my still-thrusting cock, her nails tearing at the front of my shirt. “Big Daddy, Big Daddy, Big Daddy.” Lia slumps against me a few seconds later, her face fitting into my neck, my cock still lodged in her tightness. I’m dripping onto the floor of the gazebo, my breath scratching in and out of my lungs, but I savor this moment to hold her. I accept it gratefully, knowing it won’t last. Not until I cave in and offer her money. God help me, I’ll hand her my whole fortune to feel like this, even if it’s a lie.

I whispered, cradling my stomach as best I could with the drip fixed to my hand. As I felt my babies kick inside me, my saddened heart swelled with joy. The warm feeling spread in my chest. "Dad, Dad, Granny, feel this – my babies just kicked!" I exclaimed, beaming with the brightest smile. My dad and granny placed their hands on my tummy, and the babies kicked again. Granny's voice trembled. "Oh, my little munchies, Granny can't wait to meet you three." A tear escaped Dad's eye, his voice cracking. "You'll all be fine, darling. I'll do everything to find the money and blood donor. If only I could donate, or even if it was my heart that's needed, I would give it up with everything in me."

She kept begging even as she came: “Thank you, Daddy… thank you… don’t stop fucking me… please keep going!” Gabriel slammed into her from behind with deep, possessive strokes, his thick cock stretching her cum-filled pussy. He reached around, roughly grabbing her heavy tits and squeezing them hard as he pounded her.

Dylan growled angrily. She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out. Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out. Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?

"Daddy!" "Good girl," Daddy praised, his voice coming in short pants. "Good fucking girl. Now, pick up a toy," he said. With shaky hands, I reached for the vibrator and lubed it up, not that I needed to; I was already soaking wet. I turned it on, moaning lowly when its soft vibration could be felt on my hand. Looking back at Daddy, I see him stroking his hard cock, his hooded eyes on every inch of my body. Feeling his intense gaze on me, I lowered the vibrating dildo to press against my aching clit. My body buzzed with a blinding sensation.

Handing over some sort of document to Dad, he then turned towards me, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of his bright smile. Feeling a rush of warmth flood my cheeks, I secretly reveled in his attention. "Baby girl, Avery," he cooed, as he pulled me into a hug, I could not help but notice how intoxicating he smelled, sending a wave of excitement through me. "It's always nice to visit your father, you've grown so much." he said, his voice low and soothing, making me melt even further into his embrace. Unfortunately, our hug was short-lived as he broke away.

I asked remembering this was the second time I had heard her refer to it as a boy "I just know it, trust me" she replied, Dad finally came back with a young woman carrying Max who was sleeping, "Sofia, finally you are here" he said when he noticed my presence, I stood up and got max from the young woman carrying him in my arms "Yes, who is she?" I asked gesturing to the young woman "Do you know how troublesome this basterd is, I had to hire a baby seater for him, he is definitely not a Madison" Dad said in an irritated voice, I couldn't figure it out why he continue to refer Max as a barsdard