Daddy From Hell Novels & Stories

he dropped the bombshell and hazel eyes raked hot fingers on my skin. Liquid anger trickled into my brain, and my nails dug into the inside of my hand, drawing blood from small crescent holes. "My belief is he is not alone. He has somebody in the background who is prompting him to do his dirty work'' Dada continued, "How much money is gone?" Daddy asked not looking up from his phone. A robotic 'sweet' trickled out of his speaker, and I almost reached into my chest and dug out my heart at the idea of him playing Candy Crush right now.

"Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!" Danielle massaged her clit even harder. Daddy squeezed her tits tight. He slammed his shaft inside her hungry hole as hard and as fast as he could go. Then Danielle cried out loud, a high-pitched sound of unabashed passion. As her cunt contracted hard around his cock, daddy shoved himself as deep as he could and groaned out loud as he shot his heavy load into his daughter's womb.

“Daddy… he’s watching… oh god, I’m so full—your cock and the ice… I can’t—fuck—” “Yeah, baby girl?” Dante rasped, leaning over me so his broad chest pressed hot and heavy against my back. He angled the phone lower, giving Victor an even better view of his thick cock stretching my pussy wide open. “You like knowing my father is watching you get fucked like a dirty little whore? You like showing off how well you take Daddy’s cock while he watches every thrust?” “Yes—yes, Daddy,” I sobbed, pushing back desperately to meet every brutal thrust, my voice cracking. “I love it… I’m your little slut… fuck me harder while he watches—please, I want him to see how deep you go—”

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

“Fucking hell.” Chelle ’s legs shook in his hands and he held them up, stretching her and leaving her entirely at his mercy. “Please, Daddy,” she gasped, trying to wiggle her hips but unable to move in his hold.“Hold on to the headboard, baby girl,” he ground out, and Chelle barely had time to grasp the iron bars before he was driving into her relentlessly. The headboard banged with every thrust, but Chelle hardly noticed her knuckles scraping against the wall.

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.

Dad would fuck the shit out of me, pulling my hair and spanking my firm little ass. I was aware that my legs were moving back and forth, my thighs rubbing together as my wet pussy yearned for my step father's cock. I suppose I should feel bad, wanting to fuck my daddy But hell, with that body and his thick black hair and pretty blue eyes, it was hard to see him as anything other than a hot as hell older guy. One I sure as hell wouldn't mind fucking.

I had no idea where he got it from. I raised my voice sharply, hoping he would stop waving it around. "Dad." The word dad came out of my chest like I was vomiting my entire heart. He lifted his head, then rushed toward me with a face dark with rage. "So you are here. How many times did I call your name and you did not answer?" I was about to step back, but his hand shot forward and grabbed my hair in a painful fist. "Did I not tell you yesterday to leave the liquor money on top of the TV before you went to your damned job?"

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

I could hear daddy as I came on his cock, the pleasure taking absolute control of me. And I loved hearing my daddy moan. "D-daddy" I moaned. "You little whore... Your cunt is going to milk the cum out of me..." "Fuckkk!" He cursed, followed by a long string of curses before he pulled out of me at once. I moaned as I felt warm his warm cum on my stomach.