Daddy Smut Novels & Stories

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.”

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” “Why ruin your exploration?” “You have a smart mouth,” he mutters and his hand connects with my ass again. “Has anyone ever told you that?” “Maybe,” I respond, enjoying the way he was dominating me. “But I like the way you do it better.” “Fuck, darling,” he groans, grabbing my hair and pulling so that my body is flush against his. “Keep talking dirty to me.” “How dirty?” I pant as my hips start to move in time with his. “Should I tell you how good it feels having you in me?”

My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing. "Not too loud honey, we don't want mommy finding out what kind of slut her precious baby is. Do we"?. dad whispers. Dad is right about that, am a slut. I've fantasize alot about him, wondering what lays beneath his thighs. I've thought about what fucking him would be like . I've longed to be under his mercy while he fuck me senseless .

he cried out, throwing his head back. "Daddy!!" I cried out, squirming underneath him. He was merciless, demanding his next orgasm with his brutal thrusts. I was screaming so loud that I covered my mouth. Daddy lets out a disapproving growl, yanking my hand off my mouth. He grabbed my other hand, pinning them to the bed and intertwining them together. "Holy shit, that's so...h-hard," I squealed, looking up at Daddy. "This is what my little slut wanted, isn't it?" Daddy said in between breathless moans. "Huh? You wanted me to ruin this pussy, huh, little slut?"

"Pound my slutty pussy! Make it hurt so good with that monster cock!" He groaned, leaning down to capture my mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he rutted into me. "Yeah? You love being Daddy's cumdump, don't you? Taking your uncle's load deep, letting it drip out like a used toy." "Yes! Breed me again, Daddy! Fill my dirty hole with your hot cum!" I bucked up to meet him, the angle letting him hit deeper, my G-spot exploding with every slam.

"Thanks, Jim. Set us up again and give us a couple more of those cherries. Jennifer wants to give them a special treatment. Don't you Jennifer?" "Yes, master." "From now on, you will call me 'Daddy', slave. Is that clear?" "Yes, Daddy." "Are you getting wet thinking about how nice it will feel to have my thick cock sunk deep within your virginal pussy?" "Yes, Daddy." "Would you like for me to give you to Jim after I finish fucking you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Jennifer, let those men watch you take those cherries from your pussy and give them to Jim.

I fail to understand how my eyes have bounced from word to word describing vividly a domineering hunk of a man devouring a woman's wet sex and servicing her femininity with a masterful tongue- and still my mind is not distracted from replaying that diabolical smirk that had dressed my father's sinfully handsome face upon realising that I was gazing at his crotch. Sinfully handsome. I know what you must be thinking, but I cannot deny the truth or pretend he is undeserving of such an elevated description. Acknowledging the Devil's undeniable good looks should not propose any harm or be suggestive of anything beyond the borders of platonic admiration from a person with an aesthetic eye. It's q

I took the head into my mouth on the next upstroke, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing, while my hands kept the steady rhythm below. He was leaking now, precum smearing over my chest, making everything slick and obscene. I could feel it soaking into his shirt, marking me in the most delicious way. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “On your knees with my cock between your tits, mouth full of me. You were made for this, kitten. Made to be Daddy’s perfect little slut.” The dirty words sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. I moaned around him, taking him deeper for a few seconds before pulling off with a wet pop and going back to stroking him with my breasts faster now, squeezing tighter

all because of Daddy's magic. Instead, I felt a massive rush of bliss. God, it was so strong, so intense having him inside of me, making me feel foolish for having the slightest bit of doubt about him. He held me tight as he began to fuck me, his embrace so overwhelming. He started slowly, letting me get used to him even more. "You're perfect for me little girl. A perfect, tight fit. You're happy to be Daddy's little slut aren't you?"