Daddy And Daughter Sex Stories Novels & Stories

In front of the people, he was my daddy. But when it was just the two of us, we were lovers. We always had sex; sometimes, we did different positions that we knew how to do; 69 was my favorite; we would even come out together and drink all the cum that we released. After one month, Daddy had to go back to work, but from time to time, Daddy would visit me, and he would stay for a few days, and we would enjoy the pleasure of our sexcapades. THE END

Every time he shifted to point at the screen, his biceps flexed under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Mom was gone. Two whole weeks. Just me and Daddy alone in this big house. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever had was finally within reach. But God… it was so wrong. He was my real father. The man who raised me. And here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to help me with my laptop. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter has spent years fingering her tight little cunt pretending it was him?

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.

The sound of the shower running filled my ears, and my head began imagining things. He was in the shower. Naked. Water poured over that sexy body of his. Good lord. I had seen Claire's dad a few times on TV. He always had a suit on and looked like the billionaire he was known to be. Who knew under all those clothes that there was a sex god? I wanted to gush about him with someone else. But Claire was my only friend... And his daughter. I might as well swallow my thoughts and never speak of them. "Dad, I know you can hear me!" Claire screeched, pouting her lips.

Her chest was flushed, her legs spread wide, her eyes unfocused. Dennis stroked his cock as he watched her unravel. When she was near breaking, he knelt on the bed and pulled the plug out of her with one slow, steady motion. She screamed into the mattress. He replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing against the stretched opening. Her eyes flew open in shock. “Daddy—are you going to—?” “You asked for everything,” he growled. “So you’re getting everything.” He spit on himself, gripped her hips, and pushed inside her tight entrance. Her body tensed, the fit almost unbearable, but she took him inch by inch, moaning into the mattress.

A DAUGHTER'S NEED Highly Rated NOTE: This story is mainly about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it. Chapter 5 "I don't wanna stop," the blonde told her dad. "I wanna feel it get hard, Daddy. Besides, the way you keep rubbing my ass is making my pussy wet." "Oh god."

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

His cock was right there in front of my face, hard and demanding. "If you act as a good girl, Daddy might decide to make you cum." The promise made my nipples hard and my pussy twitched. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his base and started stroking him hard, fast. I took the head into my mouth and sucked him with everything I had. He fisted my hair in his hand tightly, and held my head down his dick, guiding me exactly how he wanted. My mouth on him made a slurping sound, as my spit trailed down to his dick and balls.