Daddy Collection Romane & Geschichten

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

Daddy had been working in his office most of the day, but now he called me in. “Ava. Come here.” I hurried to his office, heart beating faster. He was leaning back in his big leather chair, looking powerful and relaxed. On the desk in front of him lay several new items: shiny metal nipple clamps with delicate chains, a black leather spreader bar, a sleek wand vibrator, and a small bottle of lube. “On the desk,” he ordered calmly. “Sit on the edge and spread your legs wide for Daddy.” I obeyed, hopping onto the cool wooden surface and opening my thighs. The plugs pressed deeper with the movement, making me whimper softly.

I say. Daddy buries his hard cock into me. He holds on to my ass as he thrusts into me. My walls tingle around his hardness. He feels so good as he fucks me. Daddy slows down, almost stopping. He smacks my ass again, and I moan louder than before. “Will you cum for me, baby girl?” Daddy asks. “Yes, daddy, I will cum for you,” I say.

"I hate how work kept me from going. But, you have me now. I'm all yours, Daddy." "I sure do, fuck. What am I going to do with you?" "Before you claim every inch of me, Daddy, I would like to claim your cock first." "Oh, baby. Mmm, Daddy would love that very much, but I would like to claim you first because Daddy misses you the most."

Daddy says sweetly and I nod a little, my body tensing in anticipation. Daddy wraps his arms around me to cuddle me to him as Master holds daddy's cock and lines it up to my hole.

But knowing that the attraction is mutual makes me understand that it would be a long term thing at least untill she finds a boyfriend or something that doesn't involve us getting caught by the wrong people. "Daddy, I'm about to cum, let's cum together", her humping continues at a higher pace as she rolls her eyes to the back. "Good girl," I say and position myself to shoot my load inside her when a loud noise distracts me. I groan as I am about to ignore it and continue, but the noise gets louder as Stella climbs off me. "It's okay daddy. I'll always be here waiting for you", she says as I open my eyes to the empty interior of my office room.

he dropped the bombshell and hazel eyes raked hot fingers on my skin. Liquid anger trickled into my brain, and my nails dug into the inside of my hand, drawing blood from small crescent holes. "My belief is he is not alone. He has somebody in the background who is prompting him to do his dirty work'' Dada continued, "How much money is gone?" Daddy asked not looking up from his phone. A robotic 'sweet' trickled out of his speaker, and I almost reached into my chest and dug out my heart at the idea of him playing Candy Crush right now.

His eyes caught one and he asked, “How about we play, ‘just dance’ together” Curtis looked at him with wide eyes. Uncle Adam never liked that game and said it was because he didn’t know how to dance and meeting his daddy for the first time, he didn’t look like a man who could dance either so the suggestion amazed the little boy and he asked, “Daddy, can you dance?” “Yeah, Daddy can dance very well,” Cooper was quick to respond since he danced with his father a lot during birthdays and even with kid games such as these.

She quickly put the toothbrush and cup into the cart. A few minutes later. "Mister Daddy, can I buy this yellow ducky towel?" "No, put it back!" "Please!" "Only this time! There will be no next time!" "Yay! You're the best!" "Mister Daddy, can I buy this pair of Starry Lou sandals?" "No! Put them down!" "Please, pretty please!" "Only this time…" "Mister Daddy, can I buy a bouquet of flowers?" "No…" "Please!"

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.