Daddy Short Stories Novels & Stories

he announces with confidence. I want to tell him it wasn’t so easy to do that two times in a row, I rarely ever did that. He is determined however, he fucks me hard again, pushing himself further into me, introducing me to lengths of him I was yet to see. “Oh yes, fuck me daddy.” I cry. “You like this huh?” His thrust particularly fast and hard after the question, so much so that I pinch my own nipple to offset the pleasure. “Yes I do daddy.” “Fuck, pinch those nipples for me little Alec.”

Daddy: I'm going to start by tying those pretty wrists of yours to my headboard. Baby Girl: And then what? Daddy: Then I'm going to kiss every inch of your body until you're trembling. Baby Girl: Fuck. Keep going. Daddy: I'll work my way down slowly... very slowly... until I reach that sweet pussy of yours. Emily groaned softly, her hand drifting between her legs. Baby Girl: Please don't stop. Daddy: Oh no, baby girl. The rest you'll have to wait and see for yourself. Baby Girl: You're killing me here.

"Oh, my God... Daddy!" "Ughhhh!" Daddy groaned as he shoved his cock all the way inside me. The swirl of pain and pleasure ignited inside me and left me trembling. My eyes squinted as his lips found mine. He kissed me long and lovingly as Daddy held his thick cock deep inside me. I felt him flex as my pussy struggled to get used to his size. Between panted breaths and with his forehead resting against mine, Daddy asked, "Are you okay, honey?" It took a moment to focus but I nodded and squeaked, "Y-Yes, Daddy..."

His eyes bored into mine, dominating me completely with just a single look. I couldn’t get the image of his punishment out of my head, of him throwing me over his knees and spanking me like a naughty little girl. I’d liked it. It had made me wetter than I’d ever been before in my life. Even now, the residual sting still blazed over my scorched skin, reminding me of how he’d taken charge, how he’d taught me a lesson, how he’d made me call him Daddy. I fucking loved it all. “Daddy, I need to come,” I begged.

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

“Mmm... Daddy…” My eyes finally opened, meeting his intense icy blue gaze. God, he was so handsome it almost hurt to look at him. Dark hair messy from sleep, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, the dangerous edge in his eyes that promised both pleasure and pain. My heart clenched with something warm and terrifying all at once.

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. Had my father had an orgasm, too?

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

Chapter 1 Summary: Tom, nineteen-year-old, virgin. He’s been with his girlfriend for a while but so far they haven’t had sex. He’s feeling frustrated. Then his father sends him to do some work for one of his clients. Kate and Tammy, the clients, are in their mid-thirties. When Tom arrives they are in their bikinis, and soon enough they get out of them. Tom checked his watch, not for the first time. In fact, he had been checking it far too frequently. He couldn’t help himself, however. He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans.

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.