Daddy’s Lap Novels & Stories

“You, young lady, defied your daddy. You ran from me last night when I was the one that could have taken care of you. You didn’t send me your assignment, and you came intentionally late to class. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Her mouth parts open when I tug her hair. “No, sir,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I… I need to be punished.” I nod slowly. “That you do. But naughty little girls get punished over their daddy’s knee.” She steps involuntarily closer. She needs this as much as I do. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, effectively begging for me to put her on my lap.

He smiled as he said, "Do you have a preference?" My mind was telling me to take it off. While my pussy wanted the stimulation of him ripping it off. I turned to return to the bed. "If I'm working then you're going to have to work tonight too. So, I'm keeping it on." I climbed back on the bed, then on top of my dad. Facing him, I asked, "Proud of yourself? Now that I have no panties?" Dad stated, "Yes, actually, I am. The point of a lap dance from a stripper is for her to be naked." He then smiled as he gripped my hips, squeezing them as he pushed his pelvis up into me.

pull me into those big, warm hugs, and let me sit on his lap like I was still a little kid. Daddy and Mummy never thought it was weird. One time I felt his thick bulge press against my ass when I shifted on his lap… and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom because I got so wet. Fuck. Even thinking about it now makes my pussy throb. “I can’t go there, you know that,” I said quickly, trying to sound reluctant even as my core clenched with filthy excitement. “You want me to stay there all alone? With him?” Dad raised an eyebrow. “Why are you suddenly scared to be with him? You always liked being around him when you were little. He carried you most of the time, bought you most of your gifts…”

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

I grunted feeling the fullness in my stomach and I flinched when I felt the poke on my poleste. I'm gonna cum! N-no I can't! “Ahhh! Daddy!” I moaned instead, turning the remote to the highest. Kai gasped, his tongue sticking out, his eyes rolled back as his body arched up. Daddy slammed deep inside, my legs trembled and my toes curled. My tongue stuck out as I swayed on Kai's chest from the force of Daddy's slam. “P-please!” Kai yelped. Daddy grabbed my hair pinning me down as his pace quickened. “I- I can't take it! E-easy!”

Sometimes one of them rests a hand over my stomach and we simply lie there. I never expected this…A home with two people beside me and children on the way. For so long, happiness felt like something other people were allowed to have. Now it is sitting beside me in bed, stealing the blanket. One evening, the nursery is finally finished which honesty had us disagreeing more than others. A small lamp throws a warm pool of light across the green walls. We end up sitting on the rug because none of us feels like leaving. I sit between Caspian's legs, leaning back against him, while Zavian sits opposite us with my feet resting in his lap.

“Come here.” Not a question. I went. He set the glass down, hooked two fingers in the hem of the slip, and dragged it up to my waist. No panties. He saw the shine already on me and exhaled like he’d won something ugly. “That’s for me,” he said. “Say it.” “It’s for you.” “The word.” “It’s for you, Daddy.” The slip came off. He pulled me onto his lap facing him, thighs split over his, and sucked my nipple into his mouth hard enough to hurt. I grabbed his hair. He bit, switched sides, then shoved two fingers into my cunt without warning.

Easier to pull up my loose sweatpants and say they slipped than explain why I was no longer wearing them. Daddy ignored my older brother as he cupped my ass and lifted me up to position his tip against my rim. With a soft chuckle, he lowered me onto his stiff member. I allowed myself a soft coo of pleasure as my puckered hole opened up for his intimate intrusion. Every time Daddy slid into me was the best. It didn’t matter which orifice he chose, so long as he was inside me. He settled me in his lap, buried to his base in my asshole, and then cupped my tits, which filled his big hands. Near my ear, he whispered, “Move for me, darling.”

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

Tears of frustration prick my eyes. When I’m a trembling, dripping mess, he finally stops and lifts me off his lap. “On your knees, Harper. Between my legs.” I sink down immediately. He spreads his thighs and guides my cheek to rest against the massive, hard bulge straining in his pants. The heat of his cock radiates through the fabric against my face. “Good girl,” he praises, stroking my hair while opening his laptop with the other hand. “Daddy’s secret toy is learning so well. Stay right there while I answer these emails. Feel how hard you make me.”