Daddy Diaries Novels & Stories

"It's Dad's birthday today. I've saved up a whole year to get him a tie. I hope he likes it. "My stomach hurts so much. I vomited blood. Dad, save me." Dad's hands were trembling so much that he couldn't hold the diary properly. He let out a suppressed whimper which sounded like a dying animal. "Nady…"

I grunted feeling the fullness in my stomach and I flinched when I felt the poke on my poleste. I'm gonna cum! N-no I can't! “Ahhh! Daddy!” I moaned instead, turning the remote to the highest. Kai gasped, his tongue sticking out, his eyes rolled back as his body arched up. Daddy slammed deep inside, my legs trembled and my toes curled. My tongue stuck out as I swayed on Kai's chest from the force of Daddy's slam. “P-please!” Kai yelped. Daddy grabbed my hair pinning me down as his pace quickened. “I- I can't take it! E-easy!”

“This is how I feel every time you look at me like that, baby girl.” The fear of taking his dick into my mouth was written all over my eyes, and it sent pleasure down his body. But then, just looking at him had my pussy soaked through my pants. His hands moved to the back of my head, guiding me closer. I’d read about this in books, but I had no idea how to actually start, and he could see the hesitation in my eyes. “So sweet for daddy,” he pouted, gripping his own member. “Hold onto it like this and start to stroke. Then you take it all in.”

Chapter 4: Total Surrender The weekend blurred into pure filth. Darius kept me as his personal fucktoy every single day while Mom stayed away. I woke up each morning already sore and leaking his cum from the night before. “Daddy, I need you again,” I whispered the moment my eyes opened on Monday. He pulled me on top of him in the master bed and made me ride his thick cock slow. “Show Daddy how much you crave this,” he said, gripping my hips. I sank down fully and moaned. “Daddy…. it fills me so deep every time.” I bounced faster, tits jiggling. “Please, Daddy. Use your princess however you want.”

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

It was at her reminder that I let go and took what was left of my yogurt to my study while she went to the dining. Normally I would have paired the journey I was about to take sitting with my legs stretched and crossed on my leg with a strong drink but I was staying off alcohol tonight and choosing to learn all about my father that I couldn't learn from the mother who abandoned me. I opened my father's diary to the first page. January 1, 1978

Gael shakes his head. Gael Slater: My dad gave it to me. The boy shrugs moving around the desk. Halo Noel: Can I see it? Gael hands Halo the leather-bound book, reading the simple yet intricate title, impressed. Halo Noel: Tom Sawyer. He runs his right hand over the worn leather spine. Halo Noel: Is your father coming to pick you up? Halo checks his watch, notices the time, and sits up. - Usually, Gael would be the first to leave, as his father was never tardy. So, seeing the boy hanging back feels odd to the attentive teacher.

Chelsea. Being fucked and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his cock this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition p**n. Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible. I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man on his desk.

Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

I guess I should start from the first page of her diary. It's an incident that happened when my daddy left the house. She titled it "The Day He Left My Life." I started reading it: “I was bitter knowing that I couldn't see my daughter ever again. Why would she ever have to leave? Drake entered, drunk. I was stressed out; he is a burden to me. I don't think I will sit down watching him act this way when my daughter is nowhere to be found. I can't just sit down and fold my hands watching him mistreat me.