Daddy Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

I would eat the whole piece happily and then he would buy me a small Sunday as my dessert. He spoilt me more than my mother. He loved to see me smile, even if it meant giving me way too much sugar for my own good. I love our daddy daughter dates so much. He made me feel so special and loved. He would tell me stories about his childhood. He told about all his adventures at his family home. I’m pretty sure most of the stories were made up but they made me smile. He made me laugh from the moment we left home to come here to the time he tugged me into bed when we got home, I loved my father so much. I smile thinking about the many evenings we spent in here stuffing our faces with cake.

Her daughter was much more direct when she asked her, “Mommy, what were you doing with Daddy in the car? Were you telling him a story?” Serenity almost choked on her spit when she heard that. Whenever the little girl felt sad, Mommy would tell her a story as a distraction. And so, this became a shared habit between them. The girl probably mistook Jackson’s crying for his sadness, so Mommy was trying to cheer him up by telling a story. “Yeah… Mommy was telling Daddy a story,” replied Serenity awkwardly. When she said that, the skeptical looks she received from the people around them intensified.

They laughed, but then Ruby asked, in a serious tone, “I remember Daddy telling stories.” I nodded as I placed the pancakes on their plate. “Yes, and he would make up crazy stories about dragons and castles. You loved it!” Ryan, with his mouth full, tried to speak and ended up choking with laughter. “Daddy is the best!” “He is,” I agreed, stroking Ruby’s hair. After coffee, we went to the living room. “Mommy, do you think Daddy misses me too?" I knelt down next to him, holding his little face in my hands.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Claim me. Your cock feels so good—better than my fantasies. So much thicker. So deep. I touched myself so many times thinking about this exact moment. About you catching me and punishing me just like this.” “Fuck,” he groaned, the sound raw. He fucked me harder, the brutal pace making my tits bounce under the lace. Sweat beaded on his chest. His breathing was ragged against my neck. “You’re a filthy little slut for this. My stepdaughter spreading her legs in my bed, telling me she wants me to claim her pussy, her mouth, her tight little ass. You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth? Want me to fuck your throat until you choke and drool all over yourself?” He slammed in deep and h

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"

| Jackson | "Fuck," Daddy fought against the restraints as she continued to lower herself, taking him inch by inch in her tight hole. She winced a couple of times, her breathing picking up. "Oh baby, you're so fucking tight." She gets about half of him in before stopping. They probably stayed that way for about a minute or two. I eyed her closely, waiting for her next move. After a couple of seconds, when she didn't make a move, Daddy leaned forth as best as he could with the restraints and captured her lips in a soft kiss. She leaned forward, seeking more of it. When she winced, letting out a shaky breath, he pulled back.

Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Gabriel kept Andrea teetering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. His thick, veiny cock was buried to the hilt inside her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, but every time her body started to tighten and tremble toward release, he would freeze or pull out completely, leaving her empty and desperate. “Please, Daddy…” she whimpered, trying to push back onto him. “I need to cum. I’m so close.”

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

“Yes, use me. Pound up into your stepdaughter.” The age gap made it intense, his skilled hands and words driving me crazy while my tight body took everything he gave. We fucked through multiple rounds filling me again and again until cum was leaking everywhere. “On your knees now. Suck Daddy clean,” he ordered. I eagerly tasted our mixed juices on his thick shaft. “Good girl. Take it deep.” I bobbed my head gagging a little but loving it. He face fucked me gently then pulled me up for more riding. The night stretched but time stayed on this one day. We talked dirty between orgasms. “Your Mom has no idea I am breeding her daughter all day,” he said, thrusting up. “It makes me wetter, Daddy. R