Daddy Long Neck Nudes Novels & Stories

“Turn around. Show me that ass.” I pivoted, arched my back deep, popped my hips side to side. My ass cheeks flexed hard, spreading enough to tease my hole with the cool air. I glanced over my shoulder; his eyes burned into me, full of raw hunger. “Good boy. Lose the jock. Dance naked for Daddy.”

he asked, boring his eyes into mine. I shook my head, feeling like maybe I did know what he meant. He turned to face me and tugged at the seam of his trousers. My heart hammered in my chest as he removed his manhood, stroking it with one hand. I couldn’t keep myself from looking at it, visible in the light of the moon. It was long and stood straight out, erect in front of him. I licked my lips, scared as my mouth began to water. Daddy moved close to me, and he stroked my shoulder with the backs of his fingers. I tingled and my nipples puckered. “I want to be one with nature, Ginny. I want you to be one with me. On your knees.”

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

Daddy stammered as he stared, uncertain what to say or where to look. "There just breasts Daddy," I pooh pawed him, "everybody's got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me," and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. "They keep getting stuck on my nipples Daddy," I complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that I didn't really feel. "Are they too long Daddy," I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, firm nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to him. "They're perfect honey," he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughters play and not a dangerous sexual act

Lona simply slid into a bikini two sizes too small, letting the sun feast on her flawless skin. "The water is so cold... won't you help warm me up, Daddy?" she purred, wrapping herself around him from behind in the water. She pressed her soft, supple chest firmly against his back, letting the friction do the work. It was enough to make him lose every ounce of sanity. Lona laughed internally as he began to worship her body like a madman—right before she caught the whole thing on camera for her mother to see. Then came Stepfather Number Three and Four. One was an artist who fell the second Lona posed "half-bare" under the guise of being his muse. The other was a professor whose defenses shatte

Lightning flashed again, lighting up his tall frame as he stripped his shirt off slow, revealing that broad chest and abs I loved, jeans hanging low on his hips. He pulled me down with him, clothes coming off frantic—my tank and shorts yanked away, his jeans and boxers gone fast, his massive cock springing free thick and long, veined heavy and rock-hard, the fat head already leaking pre-cum shiny in the lightning flashes. "Look at Daddy's big cock," he growled dominant, stroking it slow as I straddled his thighs facing away, ass toward him like I knew he loved. "Ready to bounce on it, baby girl? Ride reverse so Daddy can watch that perfect ass take every inch."

He looks less frightening now. Fuck me, Rhett. There's a fully naked man in front of me with a dangling long cock. Damn, that must be around ten inches. Its colour is espresso, darker than the man's deep chocolate skin. Shit! He's really endowed. Why the fuck are these men mouthwatering?

“If I asked you to dance for me, would you do it? Just a little one. No pole required.” Nathan chuckles beside me and raises a brow. “You should’ve seen him back in the day. Leather pants, baby oil, the whole package. He was a walking fantasy.” I glare at him. “I swear to God, if you don’t shut up…” Harper leans in, eyes bright with mischief. “Come on, Daddy. Just a small show. I won’t even ask for a full routine. You could just sway a little. Maybe take off a jacket slowly…”

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.

“You will paint my official portrait but I want it done naked. This will test your skills and your obedience at the same time.” I stared at him with wide eyes and felt heat rise to my cheeks. “Naked, Daddy? You mean I paint you without clothes while you pose for me?” I asked softly, my hands gripping a brush tighter. He nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Exactly. You observe every detail of my body with your artist eyes. Show me how well you see me.” Damien removed the rest of his clothes until he stood completely bare. His strong form looked powerful in the natural light. “Get your palette ready and tell me how you want me to pose.”