Daddy Smut Novels & Stories

"Oh..oh fuck..baby. I'm going to cum...inside you if you don't..." "Cum in me Daddy. Don't let your slut go unmarked. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours forever Daddy. I need it." And then he was growling and grunting and cumming. My Daddy, cumming inside me. Filling me with the cum that made me. I felt so loved and perfect and beautiful covered in his sweat, filled with his sticky seed. I can't even describe how wonderful it was. I came one more time, this time unexpectedly, not as hard, but just as amazing.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

“Daddy, I’m yours!” “Again.” “I’m yours!” His other hand slaps my ass hard, the sound echoing in the room. “Louder.” “I’M YOURS!” I scream, my body trembling, my orgasm building again, stronger this time, more intense. “That’s right,” he snarls, his cock swelling inside me. “And you’re going to take Daddy’s cum like a good little slut, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I cry, my body clenching around him. “Please, Daddy, please!”

I shivered at the sensation, at the sight of it marking me. Mr. Smith….Daddy, didn’t let me close my legs. He kept them spread with his big hands on my knees, eyes fixed between them like he was admiring his work. “Look at that mess,” he murmured, voice still rough from his release. “Daddy filled you up good, didn’t he?” I couldn’t speak. Just nodded, cheeks burning, thighs trembling. He reached down, scooped a finger through the sticky wetness leaking out of me, then brought it to my lips.

“You will count, and you cannot cum until 10. At 10, I will let you cum.” “Yes, Daddy,” I look over my shoulder at him. He smacks my bare ass and I swear I’m ready to cum right now. Juliet- OH, Daddy. I like this. This is nice. “One, Daddy,” I moan. SMACK! “Two, Daddy,” SMACK! “Three, Daddy.” SMACK! “Four, Daddy.” SMACK! “Five, Daddy.” SMACK! “Six, Daddy.” SMACK! “Seven, Daddy.” SMACK! “Eight, Daddy.” SMACK! “Nine, Daddy.”

He murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again. "Oh, please, daddy,” I beg. I'm not sure I can take much more. My body is mutilated so tight, craving release. "I want you sore, baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. “Beg me!” He ordered, his voice raw and sexy. “Please, daddy,” The Slutty side that had been hidden inside of my innocent personality cried out in the sweet pleasure of human sins. "Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine, Brie, mine alone to handle,” He smirks.

"Gonna keep you full of my cum. Gonna fuck you so often you'll always be dripping. Every time you sit next to my son, you'll feel my cum leaking out of you. Every time you kiss him, you'll taste me on your lips." "That's fucked up," I whispered. "I know." He curled his fingers, finding that spot that made me moan. "But you love it, don't you?" I did. God help me, I did. "Say it." "I love it, Daddy." "What do you love?" "I love being yours. Love your cum inside me. Love being your dirty little secret." "That's my good girl." He fingered me faster, thumb finding my oversensitive clit. "One more. Give Daddy one more and then I'll let you rest."

“Your greedy cunt’s getting fucked by that plug, your ass too, and now your mouth’s full of Daddy’s cock. You’re such a perfect little slut, Laura.” I tried to speak but my words muffled and garbled around his thickness. “Daddy, I—mmm—can’t, please!” Tears dripped onto his shaft, my body jerking as the plugs drove harder. “You can,” he snapped, thrusting a little deeper, making me gag softly. "You can fucking take everything"

I shook my head, biting my lip. Damien’s smirk was pure sin. He yanked my panties aside and dragged two thick fingers through my soaked folds. “So fucking wet already,” he praised, voice dripping with lust. “This cunt is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?” The word “Daddy” made me moan out loud. He chuckled darkly and sank one finger inside me, then two, stretching me carefully but relentlessly. “So tight. Gonna feel incredible wrapped around my cock.” He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against that sensitive spot while his thumb circled my swollen clit. I gripped his shoulders, legs trembling as pleasure built fast and overwhelming.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.