Daddy Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

They were my daddies and I was their little girl. The End

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

The sound of the shower running filled my ears, and my head began imagining things. He was in the shower. Naked. Water poured over that sexy body of his. Good lord. I had seen Claire's dad a few times on TV. He always had a suit on and looked like the billionaire he was known to be. Who knew under all those clothes that there was a sex god? I wanted to gush about him with someone else. But Claire was my only friend... And his daughter. I might as well swallow my thoughts and never speak of them. "Dad, I know you can hear me!" Claire screeched, pouting her lips.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

He didn’t answer. The woman turned, her hands resting on her stomach. My voice came out small. “Dad… who is she?” He inhaled slowly. “She is… someone I’ve been helping.” I almost laughed. “Helping? Helping how?” Sofia looked down, then whispered, “I’m expecting.” I felt something in my chest drop. I looked at my father. “Please don’t tell me—” He didn’t look away. And that was my answer. “Oh my God.” My throat tightened. “You got her pregnant?”

I was trying to impress her. “She has outgrown us now.” Mom said and I shook my head and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You know that’s not true. I’ve been swamped with work…are these for me?” “Yep.” My dad handed me the flowers with one hand and took my duffel bag with his other hand. “Did I tell you Hank is here?” We walked over to their Toyota Camry. “Yes mom, you mentioned.” Hank was her friend’s son, I can’t remember which one of her friends. She joined this book club where they spent half of their time drinking wine and the other half to matchmake their single kids. It was either that or gossiping about their married kids.

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

He growled, pulling out a little so I could see it glistening before he pushed it back in, deep. "Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!" I moaned as he groaned,grabbing my breast as they swayed on my chest. Then he squeezed, as he leaned over, planting a hard kiss on my lips. "That's right, baby girl, take Daddy's big cock. Oh those fucking tits..." he said as he slapped them, thrusting deeper and deeper, "mmm hell yeah, so gorgeous!" "Yes daddy, don't stop, don't fucking stop," I pleaded, feeling the tickle between my legs rising to an impossible hum.

"I know he's not really a king, Mommy. But Jamie said her daddy takes her to baseball games, and Peter's daddy helps with his math, and I wanted to have a good daddy story too." Her honesty almost made me cry. My daughter was making up stories because she wanted to be like the kids who had fathers. I was so focused on protecting her from being disappointed that I didn't see that she wanted what they had. "What if I told you," I said carefully, "that your daddy isn't really a king, but he's a real person who lives close by? What if he really wants to meet you?" Emma's eyes opened wide. "Really? He wants to meet me?"