Daddy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Dad inhaled through his nose, slow and sharp. “So… the things he was yelling in the hallway. About you and his—” He cleared his throat. “His… member. You did those things?” “Daddy,” I said quietly, “I’m grown. I’ve done some things. But I never had sex with Crandon.” Crandon laughed. “You never had vaginal or anal sex with me, but oral, well that’s different.” The room froze. My father didn’t think, he just moved. Hand out, across the table, and he smacked the shit out of Crandon before anyone blinked.

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

“This cunt was made for me. Only me. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.” I was a moaning, shaking mess beneath him. Legs locked around his waist. Nails clawing down his back hard enough to draw blood. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “Beg,” he ordered, voice lethal. “Beg your husband to fuck you harder.” “Please…” I sobbed, voice wrecked and desperate. “Please, Dante- harder- don’t stop- I need you!”

Daddy moves up and down, sliding his cock between my cheeks, primal grunts echoing in my ear as daddy's body aches to be inside me. “Daddy, we shouldn't—“ “He's not stopping now, babygirl. This man's primed, you let him get to this. He wasn't prepared for this, but there's no way he's passing up fucking this sweet little body in front of him. He's got no condoms, but he'll take the chance of getting you pregnant in order to get inside this body that's begging him, wet and willing.” With the subtlest tilt of daddy's hips and lowering of his cock, he pushes forward, his cock blasting into my soaking cunt.

he growled, his voice dark, possessive. “Mr. James…” “Call me Daddy,” he cut in, his thrusts pounding harder, making her toes curl. Lexie’s cry echoed through the hallway. Her body betrayed her, hips rolling, pussy clenching around him. She came undone with a loud moan, shaking in his arms. He groaned, shoving deeper, filling her with every inch until he spilled inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin.

Sharing Dad's Cóck (9) I froze. I had been fúcked before but it was always missionary style. This pounding, desperate séx between Laurel and my dad was something else entirely. It was hardcore. Raw. Laurel was groaning between thrusts, each sound cutting into me. Her voice rose and fell, as every breathy moan was echoed with words that made my stomach flip. Evert damn time she grunted, she encouraged him, telling him exactly what to do.

"Missed you, baby girl. Lectures keeping you from Daddy too long?" I'd crossed the room in a daze, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the steady thump of his heart. "Missed you more, Daddy. All day thinking about your cock—how it feels stretching me, owning me." He'd groaned then, hands gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly onto the desk, papers scattering like fallen leaves. "Show me how much you missed it." His fingers had hiked up my skirt, finding me bare and dripping, two thick digits plunging in without mercy, curling to hit that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. "Fuck, so wet already. This pussy's always ready for Daddy's big dick, isn't it?"

, I moaned. Without warning, he dropped me onto his dick hardly. The tip of his dick hit the end of my pussy, sending a wave of pain through my body. I dropped a tear, whimpering as the pain slowly turned to pleasure. I tightened the grip of my hands on his shoulders and started to ride him like a pornstar. "Oh, yes, baby", he moaned. "You like it when I ride your dick, daddy? I'm such a bad girl", I was going to cum again, I was so close. Frank held my waist, taking control. He positioned my pussy and started thrusting into my pussy.

He asked, furrowing his brows. I smirked recalling how he had looked at me earlier when I licked my finger. I didn’t know much about Carl, we have been five years apart, but I had heard a little conversation when I was twelve, my father had advised him to settle down with someone rather than fooling around with multiple ladies. I didn’t know the full meaning of what it meant then, but seeing him with Nora earlier, how he kissed her, it made me wet, it made me want to feel every bit of his touch, even if it was just for a day.