Daddy Erotica Novels & Stories

I didn't actually have any sort of Daddy fantasy per se, but it was the admission of my desire to play a role for him. I wanted to be that kind of slut for him in this moment. The dirtier he made me feel, the more determined I was to fulfill that casting. I was so fucking dedicated to him in that moment as our skin steamed together under the hot water while he pounded me. He held my hips and fucked me from behind in that shower like a really good fucking Gonzo porno. It wasn't too fast or frenzied, but it was exactly the type of erotica that Maddy and I usually orgasmed to when browsing for a really great scene to watch.

A bouncy booty dance before sex often made him come faster. Seth gave her credit cards and let her roam freely during the day. Keeping her happy was a priority, but he didn’t know much about how to do it in the bedroom, nor did he have the equipment. Eva used her cards and allowance to buy dildos and vibrators to use secretly while Seth was occupied with his online business. She hid them around the house. Over time, she collected bigger models—a large, veiny black one, a purple one large enough to fight off a burglar.

Daddy had so much cum built up after those last two times he fucked her ass without release! Cindy eagerly kissed her way back up to the tip of her father's completely hard cock and she looked up at his face when her tongue swirled around the bloated head. He groaned again and shook his head, but he couldn't stop her. His wonderful daddy-dick was hers to enjoy and she moaned in her throat as it filled her mouth. Eric couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight as his daughter once again sucked his throbbing dick and feasted on his cock juice.

He's fucking his daughter from behind, slamming against the sexy curves of her ass. "Ohhhh... God... Ohhh... Daddy... Ohhhhhh... Daddy," Ellie shouts each word on every forward thrust of his cock. Her voice is shaky and she's panting, as he relentlessly hammers into her. Slipping one hand between her legs, Ellie starts frantically rubbing her clit while her daddy pumps his hard cock into her enflamed pussy.

Simon's hand came around to my front, fingers finding my clit again while he kept moving and the combination was devastating and too much and exactly enough all at once. "Daddy—" It slipped out involuntarily. His pace spiked immediately, a sharp rough groan against my shoulder, his grip tightening on my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it again," he ordered. I did. He drove into me harder until I was crying out quietly against my own arm, the orgasm crashing through me in waves while Simon followed seconds later with a low controlled groan that he pressed into the back of my neck. Silence. Both of us breathing hard. His forehead resting against the back of my head. His hands loosening slowly

With one of his hands reaching to my boob, he began to tweak it, and the other went up to seize my neck, pulling me up gently and pressing my back against his chest. “Da…Daddy!” I choked, my saliva trickling onto his hand. He brought down his hand and began to stroke my clit, playing and slapping it harshly, not leaving my ass out, as he continued to shove into me. He bent over and kissed my neck harshly, and then my back, my shoulders. “You’re so fucking sweet!” He hummed. “Daddy…I’m going to cum again.” I cried out and he went back to stroking my clit, more aggressive than before.

“You don’t run from Daddy’s cock. You take it. Every inch... Every drop.” Her answer was a strangled cry, the rope biting deeper as her body convulsed again, pleasure ripping her apart. Eric groaned, fucking her through it, until he spilled inside her with a harsh growl, grinding in deep, refusing to let go. He collapsed over her, hand in her hair, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re ruined for anyone else. No one will ever fuck you like Daddy does.” Her body twitched, trembling, ropes still biting, her mind a haze of exhaustion and filthy bliss.

“Standing here naked, letting your own father play with your tight little cunt. You like being Daddy’s dirty secret, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped, my hips grinding shamelessly against his hand. “I love it, Daddy. Please don’t stop.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I’m not stopping, baby girl. Not tonight. I’ve spent too many nights trying to ignore how fucking sexy you’ve become. Those tiny shorts that ride up your ass when you bend over. Those thin tank tops with your hard nipples poking through. Walking around like you don’t know what you do to me.”

my sister screams and he fucks her faster, giving it to her like he has been waiting to do it all night, his strokes for her are fast and rough while mine was slow and deep. “Ahhh” Emma lets out a scream and her body gives out, my face heats up at the face that daddy makes, he looks like he reached the zenith of pleasure. Emma claws at the soft white rug as her orgasm slams into both of them and daddy pulls out to pour his seed all over her ass, the thickness runs down her curvy ass while looks at it. “Damn…” he curses and sits back, softening cock now resting on his lap while I catch my breath with them.

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” “Why ruin your exploration?” “You have a smart mouth,” he mutters and his hand connects with my ass again. “Has anyone ever told you that?” “Maybe,” I respond, enjoying the way he was dominating me. “But I like the way you do it better.” “Fuck, darling,” he groans, grabbing my hair and pulling so that my body is flush against his. “Keep talking dirty to me.” “How dirty?” I pant as my hips start to move in time with his. “Should I tell you how good it feels having you in me?”