Daddy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

If I get any wetter, I'm going to stain his trousers, the scent of sex is already evident. "Yes daddy, no- no problem at all." I closed my eyes and relinquished all control. I told myself that whatever will happen, will happen and I will bear the ramifications later. I could not take it anymore, I needed him to touch me, to extinguish these raging flames burning deeply inside me. But I was not going to say anything, I was not ready to tell daddy that I was prepared to be his little whore, I was simply going to let him do as he pleases to me. "I am so sorry daddy." I whispered breathlessly, chanting the five words at least five times. I was not thinking straight at this point, I was being sel

Her shorts are twisted to one side, and it’s her bare pussy rubbing itself against my thighs. I hold the back of her neck in a tight grip. I don’t know if I’m pulling her closer or pushing her away. “This is wrong,” I say. My own words sound like they’re coming from the other end of a tunnel. “Then why is your cock so hard, Daddy?” she asks, lifting up her shirt, and showing me her barely legal tits. My hands slide down her arms, till I’m holding her elbows. I push them behind her, till I see her tits quiver and shake. My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to.

I'd never felt anything like this before, yet I wanted more of it. “Fuck, Jay. You're clenching really hard around me,” Jake grunted, and then he spanked me, making me clench harder. My ass sizzled with pain, mixing with the pleasure from Jake's cock. His pace increased, making me widen my legs beneath him. “Arrrgghh, come for me,” he demanded, but I wasn't ready to crash. I wanted more of these strokes. I arched higher, and Jake held my waist tighter, slamming deeper into me.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

Your poor father humiliated like that! Well, dear diary, that speech was even less successful at stopping my studly son than the first one was. With his unit re-invigorated, he remained on his back, but now used his superman strength to put me aboard him. I have to confess, dear diary that I did not protest in any way. As a matter of record, I started moving up and down on that Washington monument of his without his help. I used the powerful muscles inside me to give him a few tugs, just to say howdy. His cock was so rough and uncut, it really tantalized and excited the entire pathway from opening to my back walls. Every time I fell on top of him, that thing lodged inside me, filling me up.

Oh, my fucking god!!! "Daddy?" James groans, his eyes slowly turn pissed. "No. No." I stammer. "I thought to spice things up... Yunno, like sir, master..." My heart is beating fast and I'm praying to everything I know that he believes my lie. He sighs. "Hmm." His hands take possession of my hips as he gives me a few more lashes of his dick, riding me slowly before he collapses on top of me, panting, when the person who truly fucked me was his dad.

I love this job. As daddy walked out of the Holidays' residence, he felt amazing. He just has a feeling that he'd bred all three of them. And he had. Now he's off to another house with another lonely housewife that he'll please with his big dick and all his naughty toys. My daddy has the best job ever. * * * Kristen felt so hot and wet after writing that naughty story. She knew it wasn't true, though she would love it if it were. She threw herself on her bed, rubbing at her pussy furiously as she thought about her next story.

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

Then he thrust in—deep, relentless, stretching her open in one powerful stroke. Ava cried out at the overwhelming fullness, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—Daddy, you’re so big—” He groaned, burying his face in her neck as he held still, letting her adjust. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy made for Daddy’s cock.” He began to move—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The storm raged outside, thunder crashing in time with the slap of their bodies.

she whispered, the word a promise. Daniel’s touch became firm, possessive. He kneaded her breast, then leaned in, kissing her hungrily while his father still fucked her against the wall. The sensation was overwhelming—Arthur’s deep, relentless pounding, and Daniel’s mouth on hers, his free hand sliding down to where Arthur was thrusting. Daniel’s fingers found her slickness, traced the stretched rim of her pussy around his father’s cock. “So fucking wet,” Daniel groaned against her lips. “I want in.”