Daddy Daughter Fantasy Novels & Stories

Dane’s POV I don't even fuck little girls, I've never been attracted, so tell me where this unhealthy obsession is coming from. It scares me too. Daniel will kill me, but I have to pin his little princess down, fuck that sassy mouth out of her and make her a good girl for me. I have to expel all this sudden sexual frustration deep inside her. It's a sickening need at this point. But most importantly, I want her to call me Daddy, not him. The fantasy is beyond me. I'm so jealous of him. I want her to ask me for anything, not him. I want to get her anything she wants, not him.

“So sweet. Missed this perfect pussy.” He sucked gently, then harder, tongue spearing inside me while his thumb worked tight circles. I threaded fingers through his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face. If Mom unzips the tent right now—if she sees her husband on his knees devouring her daughter’s pussy like it’s his last meal—everything shatters. The thought should have terrified me into stopping. Instead, the danger sharpened every sensation, made the pleasure almost unbearable. Daddy… please,” I whimpered, struggling to keep my voice down. “I’m close…”

"Harder! Ruin my pussy!" "Take it, you dick-hungry parishioner," he grunted, one hand snaking around to rub her clit roughly. The other spanked her ass cheeks red, handprints blooming under suds. She pushed back, meeting every plunge, her pussy queefing air around his shaft. "Your hole's sucking me in. Gonna flood it." Real Hera's fingers matched the rhythm, three plunging her sopping cunt, thumb mashing her clit. The fantasy blurred with reality—steam thick, body aching. "Switch holes, Father! Sodomy me in the shower!"

There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life. "Daddy," I whispered. A smile—or rather a smirk—curved up his lips. "Good girl." His hands worked their way up and pulled my jeans to my knees. I bit my bottom lip, feeling my core throb more just from the graze of his finger on my exposed thigh. "You're so wet for me already. Is this how much you want me?" I couldn't get any response out of my mouth because of how hot my body was—how aroused I felt. A voice in my head kept reminding me who Damian was. He was my father's best friend. But truth be told, I couldn't care less at that moment.

It'll thrive with daddy as our caretaker. Our caretaker. “Oh god, daddy! It's so good! Keep fucking me, fuck me hard!” My thoughts seem so twisted, so starkly mad in the face of this situation, I barely realize how much I'm turned on! The waves of pleasure fire through my body as daddy fucks me from behind, using me like a caveman would use his prized catch, ready to impregnate her so she's his forever. Like a bolt of lightning, my fantasy overcomes me, and what was pleasure becomes orgasm. One long thrust of cock sends me over the edge, sputtering as I cry out my pleasure through heated, parched lips. The fire watches on as the captivated woman spasms unremittingly, sinking her chest into t

The faster she goes, the faster I do, beating Daddy off like he had his cock inside that other girl's pussy. It turns me on so much to be manipulating Daddy like that! It feels like power controlling your very own cock, and I swear I can feel the arousal of Daddy through my own body, my own pussy getting wetter the more I imagine being the girl fucking the other one. It's weird doing the fucking. But that power fantasy is brief as Daddy sits up in his chair. Wordlessly, he gestures with his hands to me. I blush, my eyes locking with his as I take his hands and stand to my feet.

“But you can just be daddy’s bad girl, only for daddy. Only to seek our desires, our fantasies, to moan for me, to cum on my face and to make me hard.” “Can you do that for me?” “Yes, daddy!”

The thought of having the young stud who had just made her cum harder than anyone had in years was making Anna almost quiver with excitement. “You want his cell number?” Linda offered. “Yes. Definitely.” Once she received the number, Anna hesitated. It was one thing to have some fun in a spa, but it was completely another to invite a virtual stranger into her home with the intention of allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her. Still, the forbidden aspect of it was even more appealing, and she wanted to feel his masterful hands all over her again. And possibly even more, that was for sure.

clamps on my labia, pulling them wide as he fucked my ass, the tug intensifying every slide. 'Scream for Daddy, let the city hear.' Moans turned to wails. 'Ahh, fuck, it's too much... give me more!' His daddy fetish deepened our bond, roleplay weaving into reality. 'Call me that always,' he'd demand, spanking my ass red while I knelt. 'Yes, Daddy, punish your naughty girl.' Degradation laced with care. 'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious.'

Gosh this girl, mum blushed and fish out of the living room covering her face, can't believe at this age mum is still shy "Come on darling I was having a nice time with your mother before you chase her" Daddy pouted "Ohh no daddy don't cry you know where to get your wife" I winked at him rushing out of the house "You kid…!" I heard Dad screaming after me but I was already out I smirk standing outside "Robert Declan, I'm coming for you"