Daddy's Girlfriend Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You're very nice, Zane. I really like you! You can be my Zane daddy! Now I have two daddies, very cool, right?" The little girl's sincere words threw me completely off guard and for a moment, I was totally speechless. As I tried to process what she had so earnestly said to me, something else came to my mind. What she just said implied that the said ‘Justin daddy’ of a guy isn't her real father. So then, if he’s not, could he be Ms. Ryder's boyfriend instead of her husband? As this particular thought crossed my mind, I felt a surge of unexpected and inexplicable feeling of… is it relief? However, I just shoved that odd thought aside, focusing instead on the adorable little girl looking up at

He had listened to Chrissy beg, watched her squirt, and paid to push her deeper every single night. Disgust and heartbreak slammed into me. This was sick. My dad had been jerking off to my girlfriend behind the screen, paying to ruin her. Chrissy’s eyes flew open. She was still filled with two cocks. “Your dad…? He’s the one who’s been paying?” Dad smiled and stroked his cock. “That’s right, sweetheart. Call me Daddy while I fuck you proper.” I felt my chest tighten. Rage mixed with something colder. My father climbed onto the bed. The strangers moved aside. He pushed Chrissy onto her back and drove straight into her cum-soaked pussy with one hard thrust. She moaned loud and wrapped her legs

I prepared and took care of myself. "First date? With who?" asked Daddy, entering my room. "This is not a date. I was just invited," I answered. "Still a date. With Meriam, right?" he said, which surprised me. "How did you know?" I said while adjusting my necktie. "I don't know anything. How is your girlfriend?" "I'm being followed by a mob." "Aren't they siblings?" Daddy asked. "Who are the siblings? And how did you know? Answer me directly, Dad,” I told him.

-GREENA'S POV- When I saw my friends with their daddies earlier, I really couldn't believe it. I initially misunderstood the situation and thought it was going to be a partner-swapping event, similar to what is depicted in adult films. Well, I really can't agree with that! My daddy fucking my friends? No way! He should only be fucking me and no one else! Now that they told their partners, I agreed. Daddy wants it, so I'll give it to him. I don't want to lose to my friends in pleasuring their daddies!

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

“Naughty Daddy!” Was Daddy dating somebody new, and he just hadn't told me about her yet? Or was it just a picture he'd found on the internet somewhere, and he'd saved it because he liked it so much? I thought the second possibility was much more likely. Daddy and I told each other everything. Or at least, almost everything. If he was serious enough about a woman that they'd started sending naked pictures to one another, I was pretty sure he'd have told me about her. But if it was just some internet girl...

Funny how I'm using this tagline to coax her as if I didn't just come in her drunken father's mouth last night on the kitchen counter when he took me to pleasurable places. Some best friend I am. Oh well, at least she doesn't know that and what she doesn't know wouldn't kill her, hopefully. "My father's girlfriend is here and I don't feel good about it." She hissed, rolling her eyes. "Apparently, she visited last night when we were asleep." Her father has a girlfriend? Is that who he mistook me for last night? Why? How? Why would he be dating anyone in the first place? And where was she when his face was buried deep inside my pussy last night?

"Myla..." She clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at me and then at the child by my side. "Who are you, and why are you mad at my mommy?" Heather inquired, her face reflecting both confusion and curiosity. "Heather, baby..." "I'm your daddy's girlfriend!" Maureen declared with a grin, appearing proud. Girlfriend? Why a girlfriend? "Girlfriend?" Heather appeared perplexed, her gaze shifting between Maureen and her father. "But Daddy is already married to my mommy."

For the two of us. "Giulia," I began, my voice a little shaky, "can I ask you something?" She licked her fingers and nodded, curious. "What would you think if... if Daddy had a girlfriend?" Her eyes widened as if I had asked something forbidden. "A girlfriend?" she repeated, frowning. "Like in the movies?" I nodded, trying to hold back a laugh at her seriousness. "Yeah... more or less. Someone Daddy liked. And who liked us too." Giulia chewed another piece of churro, thoughtful.

My head shake as reality hits me so hard, I thought my father said he doesn't have a girlfriend "What….what are you talking about?" I asked in a cracked voice tears threatening to fall from my eyes "It's simple I don't want to get married to you Marrisa Bonifacio and you better not force me or else…" "Is she your girlfriend?" I asked holding my breath, "Do I have to answer you?" "Yes….please let me know" I pleaded finally letting out all my tears "Well she's not my girlfriend, I signed a deal with her company and till the deal is finalized, I owe her something"