Daddy Fuck Me Stories Novelas e Histórias

“He's lying. He can barely even talk through all the fear he's holding back. He's so scared of getting into trouble, Daddy. Just look at him.” “Focus. What else happened, girl?” “Well,” I swallow, pushing the envelope, “I don't quite remember. It was so dark, and I was so tired...” “What?” Daddy asks. I can't help myself. I feel like Daddy needs a story to make it all final. Something so messed up that he'd have no choice but to fire Nick. “I saw Nick pulls his penis out and starts stroking himself...”

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

It’s like a coil low in my belly, tangled so tight that it threatens to explode from the force. “I wanna cum!” I gasp, feeling the overwhelming need to let go. Except I don’t know how. But I’m getting there. I’m climbing that ladder—that precious ladder to ecstasy. “Gordon, faster! Faster!” My phone pings, but I pay no heed. But then a voice comes through: a voice message. ‘Dedan, you and that Eli girl are fucked. Mom is back. Dad is back. I couldn’t help but expose you, and I can’t wait to see your pathetic faces. You think you’re smart, eh?’

“I want you daddy! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Fuck shit out of me black daddy! Fuck me!” “louder you thirsty ass bitch!” He growled. “Oh fuck! You are ruining me! Oh fuck daddy! Ahhh shit!!! My pussy is burning!” Tessa moaned in between. “You wanted this huh! Your husband said you wanted this! So take …this ..fucking… black…dick!!” Donald jammed inside her.

“This cunt was made for me. Only me. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.” I was a moaning, shaking mess beneath him. Legs locked around his waist. Nails clawing down his back hard enough to draw blood. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “Beg,” he ordered, voice lethal. “Beg your husband to fuck you harder.” “Please…” I sobbed, voice wrecked and desperate. “Please, Dante- harder- don’t stop- I need you!”

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

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.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.