Daddy's Desire Images Novels & Stories

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

With a deep groan, he inserted a finger inside her. "Wrong answer." "Holy shit!" She trembled, hands reaching out to stop him but he only worked his way inside her. Her eyes closed in defeat as her entire body shook on his finger in deep tremors that came one after the other. "Do i need to remind you the easy way or the hard way Piccola?" "Daddy." She blurted out seconds later and a smirk grazed his lips. "Good girl." He released his fingers from her folds leaving her bare and slowly made his way back to her chests. There, he forcefully ripped out the lace that held her breasts and fondled with it.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

I replied causing his jaw to tighten in rage because maybe I had trampled his pride when I refused his indecent offer to me. I take a deep breath when a few seconds later and the old man is still standing in front of me and by the look of it, it seems that he doesn't have any plans of leaving me the fuck alone. "Aw, I know this tactic, bitch! You're acting like you're not interested in my offer but the truth is you're just trying me if I can raise the set price. Don't worry, money is never a problem. Do you want two million or maybe three million? I can give you that but you need to earn those millions. How about being my little filthy boy for a month?" The old man said and smiles at me whic

My eyes flicked to Daddy's cock. I stared at that big, throbbing shaft. I wanted that fleshy rod fucking my pussy. He was so much bigger than those losers I had dated. That was the sort of man I wanted to fuck. I wanted his dick ramming into me right now. I craved it so much. I shuddered here as Daddy grinned down at me. He knew what I wanted. What I was so horny for. My entire body quivered in delight as he grinned from ear to ear. Mom finished licking me clean and leaned back, her face covered in spunk.

Dad keeps talking about the future he imagines for me, and every word feels like another reminder of what normal looks like because his version of my life includes graduate school, a successful career, marriage, children, stability, happiness, and every other thing a father should want for his daughter. It's a beautiful future. A safe future. A future built on good decisions. And Kelvin doesn't exist anywhere inside it. The realization hurts more than it should because Dad's dream isn't unreasonable, it's perfect. The problem is that my heart keeps wanting something else. Later that night I sit cross-legged on my bed pretending to work on sketches while twenty-three years continues running c

Her efforts were wasted as he held her waist down, keeping her still and motionless. "Please..." she begged, for the nth time that night "I want you here, Daddy." It was like a dream as Dario gazed at his little. Her hands, that were supposedly reaching for him, slowly descended and placed themselves by her abdomen. Her fingers gently moving against the V of her center, seemingly seducing her Daddy to touch her just below it. His chest rumbled. His little girl was a dirty kitty inside and he loved it. "Alright." he spoke "Daddy will give you what you want."

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts. We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him. I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to

“And if you don’t do it right, I’ll leave you spread and aching. Do you want that? Want to be left with your pussy swollen and no cock to fill it?” “No—please, Daddy—” “Then say it.” I licked my lips. I looked up at him. “Please, Daddy. Please put your cock inside me. I want to feel how a real man fucks. I want to get ruined. I want to walk down that fucking aisle tomorrow leaking your cum while your son kisses me like a fucking idiot. Please ruin me, Daddy. Please.” He groaned. Loud. Deep. And then I saw it. His cock. Thick. Angry. Veiny. Long enough to make my whole body shake.