Daddy Long Neck Nudes Novels & Stories

Draven pull hard on his own hair that is a mix of silver and black. My provider. My anchor. My confidant. My family. Kneeling before a man, and sucking on his cock like a man with insatiable sexual hunger. My brain is blank yet again as black spots cloud my vision—an effect I usually get from staring too much. Nikolai’s cock came into view as my dad stopped bobbing his head, keeping his mouth wrapped on his tip. His penis is as thick as my wrist and rigid too. And from the way it curved from my dad's lips to his balls, it looks at least nine inches long.

I hook a leg around his waist and grind against him, not caring that I’ll leave a wet spot on his jeans. “Please.” I brace against the car hood, straining toward him. Bear slips a hand under my bottom. “You want this?” “Yes, yes, yes.” In a moment of inspiration, I unzip the bodice and strip the spaghetti straps down. The top was too tight to wear a bra. My breasts spill out and I arch my back, presenting them to his touch. “Fu—” he almost swears. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I breathe. He pulls a condom out of his pocket before he shucks down his jeans and tugs me against him. I watch, panting, as he sheaths his cock. He finds my entrance and presses slowly forward, easing in as my legs tremble and my

Cindy couldn't get the image of her Daddy's naked body and magnificent cock out of her mind. * * * At the time, Cindy was seeing two high school seniors on a casual basis. They were both athletes, and were aware she wasn't their "girlfriend." They appreciated the time she spent with them, and loved how horny she became after she had seen her father in the shower. They didn't know that was what had happened, of course. Nor did they understand how badly they suffered by comparison. Her father was bigger and more impressive in every regard. Cindy loved taking their hard cocks in her mouth or in her pussy, but what was increasingly getting her off was the thought of taking her father's impressiv

“Thanks, Daddy. It took a while to do by the way.” “I’m sure,” Daddy says, pulling back. Then his voice hardens. “I’m not finished with you, little girl.” He takes me by the hand to the living room and sits on the sofa. I stand before him holding one arm. Daddy unbuttons his white shirt very slowly, giving me a view of his fissured chest and rock hard abs. He doesn’t take his shirt off. He rolls up his sleeves, his penis still hard. Daddy didn’t cum in my rear, and it makes me wonder how long he can keep going.

“I told them not to bother us. I didn't want anyone screwing with our flow. They'll be here five minutes before our entrance. Now, let daddy take care of his baby.” His nimble fingers unclasp my bra and slip the support from my ample breasts. The chilly air hits my nipples and I throw my hands over them. Daddy thinks it's my modesty. “No need to be like that. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?” He gently removes my hands before bending over and taking a nipple in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth solves my nipple dilemma, and I reach back to support myself as daddy devours my tits. Daddy sucks and licks, his tongue circling my nubs as his lips pull them from hiding.

Her neck is coated with all kinds of teeth marks. The Dom grips a fistful of her hair as he fucks her throat, hard and fast. His cock makes wet, slurping sounds as it moves in and out of her throat. She gags; her eyes wet with unshed tears. Mascara stains the skin beneath her eyes. “Fuck,” I rasp. My cock hardens at the sound of such raw and brutal fucking. I sneak a look at Nancy. Her eyes are glued to the screen, her lips slightly parted as she watches the scene unfold.

“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.”

Now the view of his cock was up clear, his unsaved area, the balls that I wanted slapping against my arse. Daddy sat down, and at this point I was drooling. He didn't have six packs, but his chest was fit. I don't know, but for me it looked so hot. “Now come and sit on Daddy." He spread his legs, his cock pointing up and moving without any help. I looked up to meet his eyes. "You can stand up.” We were speaking our own language at this point. “Yes, Daddy." I removed my shorts, and the shirt almost followed when he stopped me.

It might be part of my new business plan. “I love it.” “You want to come down my throat, Daddy?” He shakes his head, “No, no, you're right. I don't need to bust a nut just yet.” I'm feeling it. The nasty girl inside me escaped, lusting at the thought of selling myself. “What else do you want to do to me, Daddy?” Daddy stands up and lifts me to my feet, spinning me and dropping me down onto the couch. “Let Daddy see those nipples,” he says, kicking his pants completely off.

"What's that?" "This." Nick pulled the straps of Danielle's dress and it fell soundlessly to the ground. He took in the sight of her body. She'd obviously been doing some topless sunbathing since she arrived in Italy. Her firm, young tits were crowned by dark and erect nipples. He caressed a nipple with his thumb as his gaze went lower, past her bellybutton, and the ring that his ex-wife had opposed, but that he'd let her get anyway. It was sexy as hell. She was wearing minimal undies. He wondered what type of hair was under the material. He hated the really bushy ones, but Danielle wasn't bushy. He could see the outline of her pussy lips. "Do you like what you see, daddy?" Danielle asked, t