Daddy S Lessons Novels & Stories

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

The two erudite men stared, mesmerized at the dancing nymphet and resolved that she was worth their time and effort. “When do you want your next lessons?” John asked expectantly. “Tomorrow,” Brenda replied, her tits and pussy already tuning up for the expected pleasurable sensations. “Your next case study is Kama Sutra,” Justin disclosed, his breathing back to normal. “Aye, aye sirs,” Brenda saluted them. The two men eyed each other curiously and broke out laughing.

He rolls his wrist around, jerking me off without rhythm. No, not without rhythm. With a punishing rhythm. God. Fucking. Fuck. “Daddy...” I moan, close to tears as his strokes are punishing. My ass digs into the bed, in my hands a fistful of sheets as he rocks my entire being. "That’s it, come like a good boy.” Right as my muscles bunch up at the pit of my stomach, he pulls his hand away. A string of cuss words fly out from between my lips.

Other times, he presented a mild and lovable persona (if you understand him). Daddy’s decision to go against his will was a spat on his face, and therefore the only way to send a message to others who might want to tread his path was to teach him, or as it was now, anyone connected to him a lesson. Even, death cannot change that! So, the chance to show Mum a lesson for instigating his son to disobey his orders was to agree with aunt Adhira and implement the plan.

I mean there's no way he'll gonna believe me if I say that Harry saves me from that old man. “That old man is pathetic! It's a good thing that you know how to punch, the old man had it coming to him though." Benedict commented before he put his arms around my shoulder and gently dragged me inside the classroom. Benedict and I decided to sit in the back in case we got bored in the class and needed a nap. While we were waiting for the teacher, I couldn't help but think about Benedict's comment. Of course, I know how to punch a man and that's not the only thing I'm capable of. Luciano taught me how to fight and how to defend myself. If Harry didn't come and rescue me yesterday, I think I can ha

The two girls might be good friends, but not too close to the point of violating the student-teacher relationship with too personal stuff. "He didn't attend the last block meeting, my daddy said to ask why when I was coming up," the girl explained, sensing but not understanding Kiersey's reluctance. "Oh," she said, relieved. She could give a straightforward answer to that without having to lie or tell the truth. "You know how busy he is running his multi-store business, what with the new branches just opened up." "Oh," Autumn said, shaking her head in thought. She seemed to be fine with the reply. "Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with somethin

The weekends were the best in our house, because we were able to sit down and talk to each other. “So baby girl, are you ready for the big meeting that you are having today?” Daddy has always showed me how proud of me he is no matter what I am doing. When I first started working when I was sixteen he was a big supporter but also put conditions on me. He told me right from the start that if I didn’t keep my grades up, I would have to quit my job. That incentive of making that paycheck every week, helped me bring my grades up. He only had a sixth grade education but he was a very smart man. He made me want to work as hard as he always did. Daddy was never afraid to live life. Even cancer hadn’

Katie POV. Three classes were all we had to attend, all we had to do and be at to graduate but my daddy was a very bad student, he wouldn't sit down and pay attention, he was always on his phone or just pretending to be busy with me, but he's not that good at class or paying attention to the teacher. "I don't care if you're our president or not, I swear to god William, I'll have you kicked out of my class if you don't pay attention," Sir Nicholas scolded my daddy, giving him a firm look.

Catching his breath, he asked, “Did you see that, Mommy? I know some moves, right?” Drake and I stared at each other and his gaze softened. My heart skipped a bit. Damn it. Why was he looking at me like that? “Did you say thank you to Daddy?” “Thank you, Daddy! You're the best!” he expressed. “Oh, you are always welcome, young man.” he answered. “Teach me more moves, Daddy! So that I will kick my bad classmate when he hurts me.” Drake stared at me with disbelief and shook his head a couple of times. “I taught you so that you will use it. Don't use it for something bad like that, Grayson.”

he demanded. “What?” I moaned. “Say, I love your cock, daddy.” I hesitated, then… he spanked me. “Say it, Melissa.” “I love your cock, Daddy!” I cried. He grinned at our reflection in the glass and picked up the pace. I could feel him close. I was close, too.