Daddys Little Whore Novels & Stories

“Fuck.” I let out. Cindy moaned in satisfying approval. “My little whore. My sweet little cum swallowing whore…” She was wiping the rest of the cum residue around my bare chest. “… You know…” Cindy went on. “… I always love it when men cum in me, but the problem is always the clean-up. Maybe you can be my little cum cleaning bitch whore for all the real men I bring back…” She smiled. “…just a thought.”

“Fuck me… fuck me harder, Daddy… your cock feels so good… fill me… fill this other man’s wife’s pussy…” He leaned down and bit my neck hard enough to leave a red mark. I howled. My hands grabbed his hair and pulled tight. “I’m going to come… Daddy… I want to squirt on your cock…” “Come,” he groaned roughly. “Piss on Daddy’s cock. Soak this desk. Let everyone know you’ve become Daddy’s whore.” His filthy words pushed me over the edge. My body tensed. My pussy clenched as hard as it could around his cock. Then I exploded.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Dirty pregnant whore. 'Oh god, yes! I’m your whore, daddy—fuck this swollen pussy! Please, I’m begging!' Madison’s voice rose, hips bucking up toward him, the dominance in his tone making her clit throb. She felt so exposed, so claimed, her body humming with need.

“So greedy for Daddy’s cock.” I pushed back to meet every thrust—moaning, whimpering, begging. “Harder—Daddy—please—” He gave it to me—pounding now, relentless—then slid one thumb down, circling my back entrance again—slow, teasing pressure, not pushing in, just pressing, rubbing, making me clench around his cock harder. “One day I’ll take you here too, baby,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Gonna stretch this tight little hole, fill you everywhere. Would you like that? Want Daddy in your ass?”

“I need to feel you. Need to remind myself you’re alive. That you’re mine.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, gasping. “Daddy…” “That’s right,” he growled, voice dark. “Call me Daddy while I remind you who owns this pretty little body.” He unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down along with my panties. I kicked them off, now completely naked on top of him. His fingers found my already soaked pussy and slid two thick digits inside me without warning.

“You’re my lifelong free use whore now, baby girl. All fucking mine, Mrs Winston. Your naughty pussy takes daddy's dick day and night if I want it." She grinned up at me, her legs spreading wide. "You think you can keep up with your whore, daddy? Let's see you try," she challenged me. Needless to say, all her holes regretted it. All night long.

Chapter 20. My cock slipped in and out of her tight heated mouth, my nails sinking deeper into her ginger hair. I hadn’t meant to call her my girl. Or my little whore. But fuck it! The way her lips stretched around my cock and the way she struggled to take my cock…. How her eyes burned with tears, yet her mouth still swallowed me whole… that’s something only my girl would do. That is something only my sweet little whore would do for me, and I am getting more addicted than I could ever imagine.

They filled me again and again. As I lay between them drifting off, full of family cum, Dad whispered in my ear. “Tomorrow the real fun starts. Get ready to be the perfect Voss whore.” I whispered back, voice hoarse, “I’m ready, Daddy…”

Her body betraying her with wave after wave of endless pleasure. Daddy did hear though. Little whore. She was the first of Kelly's daughters to say yes daddy during the first fuck. The other two just howled Zane's name, too much in shock to say much else. This turned Zane on even more. So much so, that his pace turned animalistic, his hips jackhammering into hers. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he chased his release. "Fucking whore. Slutty bitch. Beg for more then," he demanded with a guttural groan.