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.”

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?

One bend and everything would be on display. When I went back outside, only a few guys remained. Jake was helping Daddy scrape down the grill. I brought them fresh beers, bending low when I set Jake's bottle on the table beside him. The neckline of my dress gaped open, giving him a perfect view straight down to my bare breasts, nipples stiff and obvious. A quiet groan rumbled in his chest. "Thanks, sweetheart," Daddy said, completely oblivious as he wiped his hands on a towel. "We're heading into the garage. You okay out here by yourself?"

But he started to move his hip in sync with her. “Ummm…. Ahhh…. Daddy…. Ahh….” Isabella screamed louder as it turned rougher than before. Oliver could feel her sharp nails scratching and leaving marks all over his body though he cared less about it. Wrapping his one arm around her waist more firmly, he started drawing circles over her clit with the free one. Soon he felt her tightening around his length, indicating she was close. His hands moved to knead her boobs like a dough with all his strength, sending all the pleasures to her that she craved for.

he taunted. "Please, touch them." The fine grey of his eyes had taken a darker shade. "like this?" He flicked the sensitive bud. "Ahhh! fuck." I jerked, my body feeling overstimulated. I was shaking, ready to blow. As much as I craved his mouth on me, if he licked them I would combust, unable to stop my release and I had a feeling he knew that. Was that his goal all along? "This pink looks great on you, I'm obsessed." around my right nipple he blew cool air on the peak, driving me even further apart from sanity. "Say the word and it's yours."

“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.