Daddy Dom Stories Novels & Stories

“Yes… Daddy.” “Shh,” he said quietly, his voice commanding and calm, “I've got you.” Thick fingers teased my slick folds, circled my clit slow & firm, before slipping in, curling just perfect to that place. I bucked at him as he got me open with his thighs quaking, while he was stroking my clit in rhythm with his thumb. “That’s it. Let me hear how wet you are for me.”

I am quivering and lightheaded by the time Gabriel pulls his cock from my ass and barely remember being lifted off of Domenic, but the gentle kisses as they untie me and wash me up are enough to make my body quake with aftershocks of pleasure and the heightened sensitivity from this evening’s events. Domenic holds me and Gabriel holds him as Domenic whispers to us, “My first and only dom was my Papa…not my birth father, but a family friend. I went to live with him when I was seventeen. I saw how he looked at other men and I knew I looked at men the same way. I didn’t tell him until I was nineteen and he asked if I found him attractive because he had noticed how attractive I had become as I m

Water splashed around us as my butt bounced beneath his grip, my cheeks growing red from the force of each thrust. “Fuck, take it, you little whore,” he snarled, tightening his grip around my throat until his fingers dug into my skin. “My wife just walked out the door, and I’m already fucking my student’s ass. I should be kissing her goodbye, but instead, I’m wrecking your tight hole and filling it with cum she’ll never know about.” I cried out, my voice breaking as my moans grew louder now that we were alone. “Yes, Daddy, wreck me! Your married cock feels so good, stretching me open, owning me!”

I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper as his touch ignited a fierce longing within me. "Your father isn't here and as such I'd like to know more about how school is going?" "School is going great." I gasped, feeling his hand circle over the fabric of my clit. "Good." He replied, and his hand slid beneath my panty and into my wet core. His hand roaming over my wetness, I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning out loudly at his finger slipping into my pussy.

"Totally! I'm flabbergasted right now, that sounds exactly like that scene between Domino and Isobel." And she hasn't even heard the rest of it. Domino and Isobel were the main protagonists in one of my favorite erotica novels; Specific Taste. Domino was a dominant older man who introduced a young, nineteen years old Isobel to the inescapable world of abound lust and sinful pleasure. Domino and Isobel were lovers who craved each other with every fibre of their being. The Devil and I are not lovers, I have never and will never view him from that angle. N-E-V-E-R.

He swore viciously, shaking the sting away. "One victory in a rigged betting pool against lackluster competition, and suddenly our useless damned cousin is the prodigal son again? He waltzes back in after years away and gets handed the company crown just like that?" Blaine pushed off from the windows, the city lights blurring behind him as he paced agitatedly across the thick carpet. He spun and slammed his fist against the paneled wall hard enough to make the antique oil paintings jump. Brady didn't even blink, merely taking another slow sip of whiskey. "So what's your grand scheme then?" he asked mockingly once he had drained his glass. "Whine to Father until he changes his senile old mind

"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.

I don't want to lose to my friends in pleasuring their daddies! Daddy was violently eating my pussy earlier when he made me lie on the bed. Now, he's fucking me hard and rough. He holds my raised leg in a criss-cross position and thrusts hard into my dripping tunnel. Bluven was next to me earlier, but now, she is lying on the bed and her Daddy is fucking her from behind.

​I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly, my mind betrayed me. ​I wasn't in the car anymore. I was pinned against the bathroom sink. I could feel Vance's heavy, brutal thrusts completely tearing me apart. I could hear Vance’s dark voice ordering me to stay quiet. The mere memory of Vance’s massive size and his ruthless pace sent a violent, heavy ache straight to my core. ​My psy clenched hard, soaking wet, reacting entirely to the memory of my stepdad while another boy was actively trying to fk me. ​Brody groaned loudly, finishing with a messy, rushed thrust, and collapsed against my shoulder.

Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him? "Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever.