Daddy Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

“Alright, smart mouth. What do you want this time? Candy bars? Pony? New tiara? Just let me stay off a few nights and I'll get you anything. Deal?” Before I can finish my useless con speech, she's already shaking her head, flying her curls till they're totally covering her face. “No deal! Candies are for babies! I need stories tonight, Daddy! Amanda reads them boring. She doesn’t make funny faces like you do. She doesn’t do the dragon voice or the princess scream, only you do it right!” I rake a hand through my hair, fighting the stupid grin that's winning. “Skye… Daddy can’t come home tonight. I’m trying to get Mommy so we can all read stories together. You want that, right?”

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

"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.

"Oh my god, I missed you! I'm so sorry we left you alone with Dad. Was he completely boring?" "Not boring," I manage, very carefully not looking at Dalen. "We managed to entertain ourselves." "Did you watch those old westerns he likes? I bet he made you watch westerns." "Something like that." Her brother comes in next with his kids, everyone talking at once, stamping snow off boots, and Dalen moves to help with bags. The cabin fills with noise and chaos and Christmas energy. Through it all, I feel his eyes on me. When Jess goes to hug her dad, I watch them together—watch the guilt flash across his face for just a second before he covers it. Watch him squeeze her tight and kiss her forehead.

She was grinding into him naughtily as she kissed him hungrily. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. "Fuck! you feel good," he growled against her lips. "Grind on me, babygirl. Show me how much you want it." "Daddy," she breathed, the word slipping out naughtily before she could stop it. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with hunger. "Say it again." "Daddy!" she moaned louder. "You naughty little thing!" He spanked her ass, a sharp crack that made her gasp.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

"Daddy's got you..." But tenderness was fleeting, he pulled away abruptly, settling beside her on the bed, his hand diving between her legs to rub her swollen clit in vague, teasing circles that had her hips bucking. His other hand mauled her breasts, pressing and twisting the soft mounds hard enough to make her cry out, body flinching in shock. "Ahh! Daddy, your hands... they're so rough on my tits!" she whimpered, back arching off the mattress as pain twisted into electric pleasure.

When you ignored my pleas and punished Lucy mercilessly, forcing me to kneel before your mistress to apologize, did you think to call the police and learn the truth? "Now that the truth is out, what right do you have to tell us to go back with you?" From Andrew's side, Lucy poked her head out and shouted, "Bad Daddy! I don't want you! I want Andrew to be my daddy!"

A DAUGHTER'S NEED Highly Rated NOTE: This story is mainly about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it. Chapter 5 "I don't wanna stop," the blonde told her dad. "I wanna feel it get hard, Daddy. Besides, the way you keep rubbing my ass is making my pussy wet." "Oh god."

I love this job. As daddy walked out of the Holidays' residence, he felt amazing. He just has a feeling that he'd bred all three of them. And he had. Now he's off to another house with another lonely housewife that he'll please with his big dick and all his naughty toys. My daddy has the best job ever. * * * Kristen felt so hot and wet after writing that naughty story. She knew it wasn't true, though she would love it if it were. She threw herself on her bed, rubbing at her pussy furiously as she thought about her next story.