Daddy Short Stories Novels & Stories

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst

“Not unless I catch you.” Then his mouth claimed mine again, hotter this time, more demanding, and my hands curled into the sheets as his palm slid down, and in between my legs, teasing me. I gasped into his kiss when his fingers gripped the lace at my hip, tugging it down just enough for his knuckles to touch my bare skin. And then his teeth grazed my throat, his hand sliding lower, and finding my clit which was now throbbing. “Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.”

“He's lying. He can barely even talk through all the fear he's holding back. He's so scared of getting into trouble, Daddy. Just look at him.” “Focus. What else happened, girl?” “Well,” I swallow, pushing the envelope, “I don't quite remember. It was so dark, and I was so tired...” “What?” Daddy asks. I can't help myself. I feel like Daddy needs a story to make it all final. Something so messed up that he'd have no choice but to fire Nick. “I saw Nick pulls his penis out and starts stroking himself...”

“Okay, Daddy.” I gave Simon a warm smile. “Come in.” After both girls got settled into bed, I began to talk. “Once upon a time, there was a king named Daddy. King Daddy was a great king. He loved helping people, golfing, and reading all the little children in his kingdom stories. King Daddy had everything that he could ever want except one thing. The only thing that he was missing was a family of his own to love. One night, King Daddy went to a party, where he found a beautiful maiden whom he had known previously. They spent the night talking, and King Daddy knew that he couldn’t live life without her, so he asked the fair maiden to stay with him. She agreed on one condition. He had to go wi

The doorbell rang, piercing the silence of the apartment. I hopped off the couch, my fluffy bunny ears twitching with anticipation. It was him – Daddy. My heart raced as I skipped to the door, my short pink dress swishing around my thighs. “Hello, little bunny,” Daddy growled, his eyes roaming over my body as he stepped inside. He was tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. “Hi, Daddy,” I squeaked, pressing my body against his. I loved the way he towered over me, making me feel small and helpless.

I reach back and grab her by the hair, yanking her head down until our faces are inches apart. "You think you can handle this?" I hiss. Ria’s breath hitches, a sharp, wet sound. "Please, Daddy... we’ve been waiting so long. Just touch us." The word Daddy hits me like a punch. It makes me want to do bad stuff, real bad stuff. I shove Remi back just enough to get out of the chair, my dick straining against my zipper, aching to be free. I stand over her, looming like a shadow in the dim light of the living room. Remi stays on her knees, her skirt hiked all the way up her thighs, her legs spread wide. I can see the wetness staining the crotch of her thin lace panties, a dark, damp patch that tel

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

Daddy. Daddy. The same word. Two different men. One little girl who didn’t know yet that language could be too poor for a home cracked in two places. Poppy didn’t feel a thing. She had already moved on with her story. “Daddy Adrian makes ugly pancakes. One time he made a bunny, but it looked like a sick cloud.” She scrunched her nose. “I still ate it because I’m polite.” “You?” Sebastian asked flatly. “Polite?”

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.

“This is how I feel every time you look at me like that, baby girl.” The fear of taking his dick into my mouth was written all over my eyes, and it sent pleasure down his body. But then, just looking at him had my pussy soaked through my pants. His hands moved to the back of my head, guiding me closer. I’d read about this in books, but I had no idea how to actually start, and he could see the hesitation in my eyes. “So sweet for daddy,” he pouted, gripping his own member. “Hold onto it like this and start to stroke. Then you take it all in.”