Daddy And Daughter Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Come again," he commands, and I shatter, squirting all over his mouth as he laps it up like he's starving.'" The words hung in the air, explicit and raw, my most private cravings laid bare for mockery. Laughter roared around me, faces twisting in glee at my expense. "Holy shit, Jess, you wrote that? About Darian?" Brittany howled, clutching her sides. Taylor fanned herself, pretending to swoon. "And it keeps going! 'He stands over me, stroking his cock, making me watch as he edges himself. Then he grabs my wrists, pins them above my head, and thrusts back inside, slow and torturous this time, grinding against my clit with every stroke. "You're mine now," he says, his voice rough with possess

“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!”

My stomach churned and all I could think about was the nervous tension flailing deep in my core. My Daddy abruptly pushed my head back. He pulled my head toward his, and we kissed before he lifted up my breast with his thick, calloused hand and began sucking my nipple. I moaned in frenzy, feeling my Daddy take control like a real man, just like I read in all my dirty stories. “You have such pretty titties baby,” he said. He looked into my eyes with lust as he said, “You’re so precious. Are you still a virgin?”

“My perfect girl, I'm going to cum, baby,” “Yes, Daddy,please, I can’t take it anymore, give it to me.” I sobbed. He growled, holding me up with one arm while he kept thrusting until he groaned and filled me. Hot streams of cum lined my walls and I moaned, pushing against him, squeezing around him. When it was over, he pulled out with a groan and turned me around. His mouth found my breasts again, sucking them lazily.. “One more,” he whispered against my damp skin, rubbing my clit with his fingers.”Give me one more, my naughty girl,”

Finding it because he gives it to me just as hungrily, plowing his fingers into my hair, raking and slanting his mouth over mine, our groans filling the air between us. His kneading hands are rough and punishing on my backside, separating my cheeks, lifting them. “Are you telling me it’s time to start fucking, little girl?” “Yes,” I say, my head spinning. “Yes, Daddy.” Both of us pause. Jace pulls back to study what can only be my red face, because what did I just say? Did I really just call this twenty-nine year-old man Daddy? “I’m sorry—” “I’m not. I loved it,” he interrupts quickly, carrying me from the court, back into the hallway leading to the stairs, his thickly muscled chest heaving.

She pleaded her pusdy pulsating and dripping with juice, my hard member sprang out from my pant, and she lick her lips I imagine her mouth wrapped around my c**k, shit….I couldn't take it anymore "Come feed on Daddy…" I called on her with my middle finger, She rushed towards me immediately, kneeling down. She wrapped her wet mouth around my dick and I suck in a sharp breath "Fuck baby, yeah…. that's how to do it" I moan, enjoying her succulent torture, I pulled her by the hair pushing my cock down and deep into her throat "Fuck….." I screamed out in pleasure, I couldn't take it anymore I pulled her up and push her gently towards my table, I turned her back and without warning

The two girls might be good friends, but not too close to the point of violating the student-teacher relationship with too personal stuff. "He didn't attend the last block meeting, my daddy said to ask why when I was coming up," the girl explained, sensing but not understanding Kiersey's reluctance. "Oh," she said, relieved. She could give a straightforward answer to that without having to lie or tell the truth. "You know how busy he is running his multi-store business, what with the new branches just opened up." "Oh," Autumn said, shaking her head in thought. She seemed to be fine with the reply. "Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with somethin