Daddy Dom Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The words tumbled out, and I felt my pussy squeeze around his dick when I realized what I just said. A stunned silence stretched on the other end. Then, Val’s voice, a whisper of disbelief. “Your daddy?” Dom chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my body as he began a slow, deliberate thrust. His hips ground against mine, his balls slapping softly against my ass cheeks. “Yes,” I whimpered, feeling his immense length fill me completely. “My old black stepfather. He has… he has a gigantic cock.” “Don’t hang up,” Val commanded, her voice suddenly urgent, a spark of something new igniting within it. “I want to listen.”

“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.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

Dominant Daddy (5) EMMA I went back home after my Father-in-law dealt with my pussy in the sweetest way ever how his son had never done. I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart, my body still sore from everything Daniel did to me in his dark pleasure room.

“Say it again,” he demanded, slapping his heavy cock against my clit once more, harder this time. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want on your wedding night. Beg for it like the naughty little slut you are.” “I want your cock,” I moaned shamelessly, tears of desperation in my eyes. “I want my father-in-law to fuck me. Please, Dom… fill me up. Ruin me for him. Make me yours tonight.” With a deep, guttural groan of pure primal hunger, Dominic thrust into me in one powerful, claiming stroke.

He watched my face the entire time, those grey eyes missing nothing. "Does your daddy know what a good little slut you are?" he asked conversationally, like he wasn't balls-deep inside me. "Does he know his innocent daughter takes four cocks every Friday night?" "No," I sobbed. "He doesn't know—" "That's right. This is our secret. Our dirty little secret." His pace increased. "Come for me, Ashlynn. Come on Daddy's cock." I did, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me again.

Looking at me intensely, he said, "You like this, don't you? Daddy's big cock stretching your little pussy." I kept eye contact with him the entire time. He was so sexy; I had never been with anyone like him. He was confident. He was dominant. He knew what he wanted; he took it without a care in the world. "Yes, Daddy. I like when you take my pussy." I said as I fucked him with all my might. My hips were going back and forth as he kept his hand around my throat, staring at me. I felt a second wave coming. I knew I was going to explode again. "Daddy, I'm going to cum again. You can cum in me. You don't have to pull out."

Daddy doesn't want to hurt me, so his motions are slow and meticulous, feeding his baby girl slowly so she can adjust to his masculine domination. It isn't his role to stop; it's mine to submit. So I do, relaxing my ass as Daddy pushes deeper into me. The longer I relax, the faster he enters me and the easier he claims me, his cock driving in until his hips abruptly push up against my ass.

"Yes, Daddy." She rolls the word daddy off the tip of her tongue, her voice dripping with lust as I shove my hand down her thong and push my thick fingers inside her drenched pussy. Hearing her call me Daddy has always done something to me, and I can't quite explain it. It never was a thing I was into, even when I became a Dom. Still, I made my subs call me daddy, but none of them made me feel the way that Myla does when she calls me daddy. It's different when she says it, and I never want her to stop. She buries her face in my chest as my fingers play with her pussy, using her slick arousal to piston in and out of her with ease, sinking her teeth into my skin as she bites through my shirt.