Daddy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

His cock was right there in front of my face, hard and demanding. "If you act as a good girl, Daddy might decide to make you cum." The promise made my nipples hard and my pussy twitched. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his base and started stroking him hard, fast. I took the head into my mouth and sucked him with everything I had. He fisted my hair in his hand tightly, and held my head down his dick, guiding me exactly how he wanted. My mouth on him made a slurping sound, as my spit trailed down to his dick and balls.

Thick, veiny, and wet with that girl's spit. "Oh yes, Sara... choke on daddy’s cock," Daniel growled out. His voice was lower now, gravelly. "Suck that fucking cock." Sara started moving faster. She knew what he wanted. Her hands reached down, her small fingers cupping and squeezing his balls while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I could see the strings of saliva trailing down the shaft, dripping onto his thighs. She was bobbing her head frantically now, her small hands pulling at his thighs to get him even closer. I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm.

Her chest was flushed, her legs spread wide, her eyes unfocused. Dennis stroked his cock as he watched her unravel. When she was near breaking, he knelt on the bed and pulled the plug out of her with one slow, steady motion. She screamed into the mattress. He replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing against the stretched opening. Her eyes flew open in shock. “Daddy—are you going to—?” “You asked for everything,” he growled. “So you’re getting everything.” He spit on himself, gripped her hips, and pushed inside her tight entrance. Her body tensed, the fit almost unbearable, but she took him inch by inch, moaning into the mattress.

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

"Now you're worried about his marriage ? Make him divorce his wife or do whatever you want. Just don't let our reputation spoil." FLASHBACK OVER Michael was panting now with fear as he's seen a ghost. "Dad are you alright? " Jason n Jairus questioned in unity. "Yy-yes." He rubbed his forehead. "That woman Julia deceived me. Till this day she reminded me of my guilt that I made her pregnant accidentally. But you.....you aren't my child Jason." Jason was sad in his tone so replied lowly. "Yes dad. My biological father was a vampire who then got killed by a royal."

I whispered, my breath hot against his neck. "Right here," Dax growled. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing himself. He was huge, pulsing with a secret craving that made my head spin. He didn't use a condom. He grabbed my hips with his rough, scarred hands and lifted me up, then slowly lowered me down onto him.

"Yes! Fuck me harder, Daddy!" He did, his hips snapping, cock pistoning in and out. "Like that? Daddy's big cock ruining your little cunt?" "Oh god, yes! I love calling you Daddy... does it turn you on? Hearing your stepdaughter beg for your dick?" My dirty talk flowed, making him growl and thrust even harder. "Fuck yes, it does. Keep talking dirty, baby." He pounded relentlessly, turning me into a moaning mess, screams echoing, body jolting with each impact.

​I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly, my mind betrayed me. ​I wasn't in the car anymore. I was pinned against the bathroom sink. I could feel Vance's heavy, brutal thrusts completely tearing me apart. I could hear Vance’s dark voice ordering me to stay quiet. The mere memory of Vance’s massive size and his ruthless pace sent a violent, heavy ache straight to my core. ​My psy clenched hard, soaking wet, reacting entirely to the memory of my stepdad while another boy was actively trying to fk me. ​Brody groaned loudly, finishing with a messy, rushed thrust, and collapsed against my shoulder.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

"Tell Daddy how good it feels when I stretch this tight pussy wide." He thrust in raw slow but deep, that long cock splitting me open inch by inch, stretching my walls burning sweet until he bottomed out brutal, head kissing my cervix hard. Water sluiced between our bodies, making everything slick and hot. "Oh fuck, Daddy!" I moaned loud, arms tightening around his neck, nails digging his shoulders. "So good... your huge cock stretching me so wide, filling me deep!" "That's it, baby," he rasped dominant, hands gripping my ass bruising hard, lifting me higher on the wall as he started thrusting deep, punishing strokes that slammed his long length home every time, balls slapping wet against me