Daddy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me again, his cock already starting to harden once more. “Spread your legs, Poppy. Daddy’s going to fuck that little pussy again.”

Ogling your best friend's dad is also a sin, Isadora. Slowly, he raised his head, piercing green eyes fixed on me as he pushed the glass door open. My eyes widened. I had been caught. I swallowed the lump in my throat, racking my head for an excuse when he spoke. "See something you like?" A grin spread on his beautiful cheeks; then and there, I knew that I would have sex with my best friend's father before the holidays were over.

he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he tore deeper into me. “Open me up Daddy, make me yours, dig me, Daddy, please” I cried. His dick was so big, I wondered if I could last another minute pretending I was enjoying his thrust, my pussy was struggling to adjust to his size. “Daddy, my pussy is going to fall apart” I screamed. “You like it, dont you? You like being big daddy’s slut?” I heard him say as he pounded harder into me. “Yessssssss daddy! Yes!!!! Yes,” I screamed.

Chapter 27 - Stella dreams of two cocks Stella's POV "Daddy, master, shoot your cum inside your dirty girl. I've been bad, fuck my ass and pussy till I can't think, punish me," I scream, as the two monsters plunge their rods in my pussy and ass simultaneously. No mercy. But that's how I like it. "I love it when you take me roughly like that. Make me forget my name, make me cum all my juices and squeeze your pleasure rods for you. I'm your cum dump, use me."

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!" "Thank you, Daddy"

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

My daddy's stories replayed themselves in rapid succession, one after the other. But the one story that seemed to burn brightest was the one I had just been reading. My father's rendition of what he had observed when I unwittingly masturbated in front of him. I had to know how it ended. What happened when I had my orgasm? He must have seen the whole thing. How had he reacted? Jesus, my heart was racing like wild. As if I had just finished sprinting a mile. My belly was fluttering, too. And my pussy was on fire, dripping a generous amount of fluid into my panties. Good god. It burned inside me, the need to know.