Daddy Daughter Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

I almost swiped my tongue over my screen because I'm such a fucking whore for a man. “Baby…” He moaned as he stroked further, my eyes locked on my screen for dear life as my fingers hovered around my aching, swollen clit. “Yes Daddy?” I batted my lashes at him. No matter how many times we fuck, I could never get tired. “Say my name. Moan my name.” “Daneee….” I moaned, because I really wanted to, because I touched my clit and a sensation hit me, as though he was the one touching it.

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

"I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters." "Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos," I demanded. "How come you always get an erection every time I'm around you now?" I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks. "But Steff," he protested. "Yes even now," I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me," I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

after watching a few videos laura switched to our favorite story site and pulled up a couple of her favorites as we slowly stoked each others fire to a white hot pitch at least i knew it was time and so did she my daughter looked over at me with the blaze of lust in her eyes fuck me daddy please she whispered i was beyond speech as i stood up pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk lauras legs were spread as she arched her back at me and i just stared at the juicy gash that lay open for me just to emphasize her need she reached under her body with a hand and spread open her lips do it now daddy she panted fuck your baby i grasped my dong with one hand and aimed the bulbous head at

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

She opens her eyes in surprise and sees her father's naked body in front of her, his cock hard and throbbing. 'Daddy, what are you doing here?' she asks, her heart racing with excitement. 'I couldn't resist you any longer, Ana,' he replies huskily, his hand caressing her cheek. Without hesitation, Ana wraps her hand around her father's cock and begins to stroke him, just as she had always fantasized about. Her lips find his, and they kiss with a fiery passion, their tongues dancing together in a heated tango.

“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!”

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”