Daddy Dom Erotica Novels & Stories

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

she gasped as her legs shook. Damon started moving again when Clary called him daddy, something he hadn't realized he was into until Clary had said it earlier. It sounded hot as fuck coming from her lips. He pounded back into Clary, again and again, moaning when he felt his balls tighten. He slumped down over Clary back and continued to rut into him as his mate's clenching hole and the scream of "daddy" drew his orgasm out of him, exploding into her ass with a ferocity that stole his breath.

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.

“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!”

“So tight and wet gripping me like you never want to let go. You were made for this cock weren’t you?” “Yes daddy—fuck—yes—” He thrust up to meet me every time I came down driving even deeper. The bed creaked under us my moans getting louder and louder. His hands slid down to my ass squeezed hard helping me bounce faster. Fingers dug into my flesh spanking me once sharp and stinging. “Faster baby,” he said. “Ride daddy like the little slut you are. Make that pussy cream all over me.” I bounced harder hips rolling grinding my clit against his pubic bone every time I bottomed out.

I could hear him breathing, feel the heat of his body, smell his masculine scent mixed with the faint trace of my own arousal. Daddy pushed me forward onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face and bound arms pressed into the mattress. My ass was raised high, pussy and tight little hole completely exposed to him. He spread my knees wider with his hands. “Such a pretty view,” he murmured, running his palms over my ass cheeks. “Daddy is going to use you hard tonight. I am going to fuck you the way I have been fantasizing about for months. No holding back. No gentle daddy. Just pure dominance.”

I screamed, no longer needing to be quiet. “That’s right,” he growled, pounding into me mercilessly. “You don’t need that shitty apartment anymore. You’re mine now. Daddy’s going to keep you safe, spoil you, and fuck this tight little pussy every single day.” He released my wrists and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard as he pushed deeper into me. “Yes— Daddy— I’m yours— hmmmn harder— please!” Damon suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and slammed back inside me from behind. He grabbed my hips and fucked me with brutal, deep strokes, his heavy balls slapping against my clit.

“Oh Daddy! Please take my virginity. I offer it to you! I want you to take it from me rough like I’m a horny girl from a brothel! I love it that you have me tied up. It’s so demeaning and degrading and humiliating!... I just love it Daddy!” “What a potty mouth you have, Kat… Daddy shall grant you your wish and pop your cherry. Aren’t you so glad and lucky your first time will be with Daddy?!” “Daddy! I always dreamed it would be you! You’re all I think about… and you’re the reason I’m so horny all the time and cannot concentrate at school!” Daddy proceeds to tease my vagina with his dick. He slides it around my pussy area. My pussy lips, my opening, my clit. Daddy felt my vagina jump and con

"Daddy's eager slut. Swallowing my load and still begging for more. Bet you'd let me fuck you raw in front of your parents window if I told you to." The orgasm tore through both of us, leaving me limp and sated. But the balance shifted. The plot thickened with tension. Dominic started warning me about system limits, hints that prolonged use could blur lines between virtual and real. I ignored it, craving more. The sessions escalated in variety and intensity. Slow, sensual nights where he worshipped every curve of my body... kissing down my spine, eating my ass until I screamed, then sliding into me missionary-style so I could see his face contort in pleasure.

Daddy had been working in his office most of the day, but now he called me in. “Ava. Come here.” I hurried to his office, heart beating faster. He was leaning back in his big leather chair, looking powerful and relaxed. On the desk in front of him lay several new items: shiny metal nipple clamps with delicate chains, a black leather spreader bar, a sleek wand vibrator, and a small bottle of lube. “On the desk,” he ordered calmly. “Sit on the edge and spread your legs wide for Daddy.” I obeyed, hopping onto the cool wooden surface and opening my thighs. The plugs pressed deeper with the movement, making me whimper softly.