Daddy Daughter Novels & Stories

Your husband. I was too tired to correct him. What was I supposed to say? Not my husband, just my ex-husband who happens to be my daughter’s biological father, is now being called Daddy by said daughter, while my fiancé is his half brother? That wasn’t a correction. That was a criminal miniseries.

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

He opened his mouth again and explained. "Mummy cannot have us if daddy had not helped her to have us. It was daddy who actually gave us to Mummy so that mummy can take care of us and give birth to us in her tummy. Daddy is like a big person, he is bigger than mummy and uncle, he is the only one that can protect us and mummy. He is our daddy while he is mummy's husband" Zayn explained patiently, this was the longest he had spoken in all his life.

Daddy asked angrily as soon as I stepped through the door. If I told him about the contract with Zac, he'd probably get even angrier. But where was Zac, anyway? I scanned the room, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was sleeping. "Relax, Hon, calm down," Mommy said soothingly, stroking Daddy's back. Wow, I wish I had their relationship! Daddy's lucky to have Mommy, who's so kind. Poor Mommy stuck with Daddy, who's so strict! "Who can calm down? My daughter's married to a sick old man and left him for another guy!" Daddy shouted.

The word 'Daddy' made something twist painfully in Daggy's chest because Lincoln wasn't her father and now Daggy was terrified that the real father was about to surface. She sat down beside Britty and pulled her into her lap, breathing in her daughter's familiar scent and trying to hold onto the one thing in her life that still felt real and uncomplicated. "He had to go to a meeting, baby," Daggy said softly. "But he'll be back soon." Britty nodded and cuddled closer, her small fingers gripping Daggy's shirt. "That man from yesterday, the one who helped us. I don't know why it feels like I know him. Mama, who was he?"

He rolls his wrist around, jerking me off without rhythm. No, not without rhythm. With a punishing rhythm. God. Fucking. Fuck. “Daddy...” I moan, close to tears as his strokes are punishing. My ass digs into the bed, in my hands a fistful of sheets as he rocks my entire being. "That’s it, come like a good boy.” Right as my muscles bunch up at the pit of my stomach, he pulls his hand away. A string of cuss words fly out from between my lips.

Thank you daddy," I said and embraced him in a warm embrace this really means a lot to me, since I got married to Robert, this is the first time I felt special "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, " Dad started "You all know I have a beautiful daughter that is supposed to have taken over the legacy of my company, now she's back to swing off from where I stopped and take the company to a higher level" "Wo……..!!!" The staff cheered in happiness and joy, Dad looked at me and whispered "A little speech darling…." "Okay" I smile and turned to the staff who has been looking at me expectantly

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

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?

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.