Daddy Fucks His Little Girl Novels & Stories

“And tell me you don’t want this cock, dirty little girl? I nodded biting my lip. “Yes, Daddy… fuck! I want it” He lifted one of my legs hooking it over his hip. His cock nudged at my entrance, teasing me. “Beg for it kitten. Tell Daddy how wet you are for him” “Please Daddy,” I gasped the water making my voice echo. “Please… ugh!” With a grunt he thrust into me filling me up in one hard push. I cried out my nails scratching his back. “Oh Daddy! Yes! Fuck yes” He started moving pounding into me against the wall. “That's it, take Daddy's cock, you dirty little slut.'

He praised me the whole time—dirty, loving words tumbling out. “Such a perfect little cocksucker. Look at you—drooling all over Daddy’s cock. You love choking on it, don’t you? My good girl. My filthy angel.” I pulled off with a wet pop—gasping for air—strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening length. “Want more,” I panted. “Want to feel you between my tits.” His eyes darkened further. “Then do it, pet. Use those pretty breasts for Daddy.”

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

I screamed into the hard wood of the table. “Fuck…you're so tight..you feel so so good.” He fucked me brutally, his hands gripping my hips, pounding deep. “You’re my personal fucktoy now,” he growled. “Say it.” “I’m your personal fucktoy,” I sobbed, my pussy clenching so tight around him. “Beg.” “Please, Sir—please, Daddy—let me come—” He slapped my ass hard. “Louder.” “I’m your fucktoy, Daddy! Please let me come on your cock!”

He rolls his wrist around, jerking me off without rhythm. No, not without rhythm. With a punishing rhythm. God. Fucking. Fuck. “Daddy...” I moan, close to tears as his strokes are punishing. My ass digs into the bed, in my hands a fistful of sheets as he rocks my entire being. "That’s it, come like a good boy.” Right as my muscles bunch up at the pit of my stomach, he pulls his hand away. A string of cuss words fly out from between my lips.

The white cotton innocence of it… “I am a bad Daddy,” I respond breathlessly. “I am a bad Daddy who’s got a big, hard cock for his little girl.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. My hand works faster and harder, rubbing the panties up and over the sensitive head of my cock, moist with pre-cum. I am a bad Daddy who spanked his little girl and touched her, and now I’m jerking off with her dirty panties. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper with a shudder. “Oh, Daddy’s close,” she intuits. “Daddy’s nice and hard tonight. You gonna blow a load for me, Daddy?”

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.

He dragged in a deep inhale. “Are ye wet for daddy, little girl?” He nuzzled her over her panties. Poppy felt herself start to gush and open her legs as he moved his mouth over her seam. “Yes.” She forced herself to speak, though thinking and words were hard when there was so much going on down there. The sensations were overwhelming in the best way possible. Malcom leaned back and gave her a little smack on her pussy. Not enough to hurt, but enough to surprise her. “Yes daddy.” He corrected, “Try again, lass. Are ye wet for me?”

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.