Daddy Desire Images Novels & Stories

Schematics for a competitor's showcase, and a meal ticket into more successful ventures. Sitting before his desk, is a pixie of a man, with skin like mocha and eyes as brown as honey. Deacon Lancaster dons his low-cut curly hair that contrasts the fairness of his brown skin. The epitome of debonair, in his navy-blue jacket over white linen, popover shirt, two buttons loose. A style so casual yet appeals to a more formal approach on menswear. Deacon's petite height and taut muscles fill out the shirt, with incredible symmetry. Highlighting his physical appearance, which pulls attention anywhere he goes.

I looked over my shoulder at him, my voice coming out needy and desperate. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged. “I need your cock so bad. I need you inside me right now.” Dante’s eyes darkened even more as he stared at me. His hand slid over my ass, squeezing one cheek before he let go. He stepped closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “With pleasure, baby girl,” he growled. “You want Daddy’s cock stretching this pretty pussy? You’re gonna take every inch like the good girl you are.”

Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind off the images that kept replaying on loop: Eve’s back arched off the mattress like a bowstring, thighs trembling around my ears, her cunt clenching and gushing while she screamed my name and I pumped every drop deep into my father’s widow. My father’s widow. The phrase sat in my gut like battery acid, corroding everything. By dusk I was back in my room, lights off, sprawled on the bed in nothing but boxers, trying to jerk off to p**n on my phone — anything faceless, anything safe. My cock stayed half-hard, uninterested, because every time I closed my eyes it was Eve again: her swollen lips stretched around me, her ass red from my palm, the way she’

I was ready to lose my virginity to the Devil, to this ethereal beast I have been calling daddy since I was a young child. I held onto his strong thighs, they were like pure, taut muscle beneath my palms, just as strong and as muscular but, not as tubular as the muscle wedged between my thighs. I did not want to display any form of disobedience, but I could not resist the desire to get a real feel of his erected dick, I pushed my thighs closer and applied more pressure to get a better feel of the muscle. No words were said, I simply continued to slowly bring my thighs together and enclose his dick, he did not stop me, we both knew what we were doing and what we wanted. By doing so, I provok

She tried to pull his hand away, but his strength was miles beyond hers. "Daddy... let go, it really hurts..." she whimpered, her eyes welling up from the stinging pain. "You’re the one who asked for it, aren't you?" Revan hissed. His gaze dropped to her heaving chest before snapping back to her eyes. "Don’t ever play with fire if you aren't ready to get burned. You think I’m like those idiots your mother married before? I could break you in a heartbeat without even blinking." He held that crushing grip for several long, agonizing seconds. It felt like he was channeling every bit of frustration and lust he’d been holding back since last night directly into her skin. Once he saw the genuine f

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

Cindy couldn't get the image of her Daddy's naked body and magnificent cock out of her mind. * * * At the time, Cindy was seeing two high school seniors on a casual basis. They were both athletes, and were aware she wasn't their "girlfriend." They appreciated the time she spent with them, and loved how horny she became after she had seen her father in the shower. They didn't know that was what had happened, of course. Nor did they understand how badly they suffered by comparison. Her father was bigger and more impressive in every regard. Cindy loved taking their hard cocks in her mouth or in her pussy, but what was increasingly getting her off was the thought of taking her father's impressiv

I want my daddy to want me. My eighteenth birthday wish was for my daddy to fuck me senseless. I want my daddy to focus his attention on me and avoid all other women. Fuck! Thoughts about my daddy always sent shivers of need down my pussy. I want nothing but for him to suckle my nipples, every day. I want his dick to tease my clit. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure and him mine. I want my daddy to be mine and me his. I know it won’t be an easy feat because

It nestles, and as Daddy plows into me, I feel that pleasure welling up in me again. “Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your dirty little girl.” “You're Daddy's, baby. He's gonna fuck this pussy till we're both nice and old.” He flips me over, and getting me to my knees, Daddy fucks me like a little doggy on the couch. All the dirty desires I've thought about the stream to the surface, nothing held me back anymore. They all want to be experimented with, all seemingly stuck in high gear.