Daddys Little Whore Novels & Stories

I was only thinking of Derek as I stroked. His washboard belly. His thick biceps. His firm fingers. His fat cock—dripping with pre cum, teasing my ass, pounding me. My finger swirled around the slit of my dick to smear my own precum all over my fat dick to ease my slow movements. Derek's words filled my ears. I slowly tipped my head back against my pillow. How he had called me his. How he had taken me like I was nothing but a whore. His cock pounding into me relentlessly.

"Is that it? You want daddy to release the strap on your wrists and stuff this bratty litte pussy with his cock? Is that what you want?" Oh god, his dirty talk is turning me on even more. I could his cock pulsing with need against mine, so I rubbed against him, urging him to put it in. “Daddy…please…!” “Fuck…!” Our moans and groans sync together as he push his cock forward into my entrance, never slowing and never stopping until his heavy balls are pressed against my ass, as if they are kissing it. Holy fuck, his cock was so unbelievably delicious. His cock looked so obscenely huge and throbbing as it stretched my pussy to the limits.

His tongue flicked against my sensitive nipple, causing it to harden and despite myself, I moaned softly, my body shaking with built up orgasm. “Now tell me, little doll, who are you?” He asked as he fucked me, I could hear ringing in my head as my toe curled and my pussy walls clenched. “I— I’m— I’m Amelia.” I responded, my head hazy. “No, you’re my slave.” “Oh,” I moaned, my body giving in, “I’m your slave.” I repeated. “What are you?” I didn't need to be told what he thought I was, “I'm a whore, Master." I responded.

It goes up my nose and in my eye and it stings like fuck but I don’t fucking care. I wipe my eyes and lick my lips, giggling like the dirty little whore I feel. A loved, spent, dirty little whore. Their little whore. And this little whore is just about ready for bed.

Your job as my whore is to fuck when and whom I tell you to fuck, she replied, “fine with me” Tomorrow I am taking you to a motel and meet up with a guy named Fred. He will be there to fuck you and I will video the action to post it on my website, and here, wear this lingerie tomorrow for your date. I am making you my website p**n star. By the way you noticed no one tried to fuck your ass, I told them not to. I told them that’s going to be my cherry to pop just like your pussy. I handed another package and said, “wear these tiny sexy shorts right now so you can get me cock hard and I can fuck bang you. She looked at me and smiled. I had turned Jordan into my whore, mom was next.

“Bent over Daddy’s desk, ass glowing from your punishment, dripping down your thighs. You like this, don’t you?” The word “Daddy” from his lips made her moan softly. She pushed back against his hand instinctively. Marcus’s breath hitched. His fingers hooked into her thong and dragged it down her legs, leaving it bunched at her ankles. Cool air hit her bare, soaked pussy. “So fucking wet for your stepfather,” he growled. Two thick fingers traced her slick folds, parting them teasingly. “This is what happens when bad girls break the rules.” He plunged one finger inside her without warning, curling it against that perfect spot. Lila cried out, gripping the edge of the desk. He added a second fi

But Damian slapped her hands away, pushing his finger deeper at the same pace as Zavian. “You don’t get to hide that moan… Isa… you moan for me like the cute little slut that you are.” Slut? The word should be pretty offensive, but her body thrashed forward in pleasure. Tears of pleasure burned the backs of her eyes. Her lips trembled from pleasure. “My mum… she could—” “We don’t care,” Zavian said. “You can’t keep that moan from us, bunny. We fuck your pussy, and you moan for us. Understood?”

“Yes, yes, I am. But I want you to stretch me.” I reached around and gripped her throat, squeezing until her moans were labored. “I love hearing that you want Daddy to stretch out your holes.” I loosened my hold on her throat and tightened it again, loving the choking sounds she made for me. “I’m gonna make you a loose whore for my cock.” I let go of her throat and rested my chest on her back, snaking my arm around her and spanking her pussy while I plowed into her. “If you want to be Daddy’s little whore, you’re going to have to do all the things those girls do in the movies. You’re gonna have to get real fucking dirty for me.”

More spit bubbled out, ran down my chin, dripped onto my chest in fat drops that soaked through the cotton and cooled against my skin. “Good girl,” he muttered. “That’s it. Take daddy’s cock like the rent whore you are.” The word hit me like a slap. Rent whore. My pussy clenched on nothing—hard, involuntary. Heat flooded between my legs, soaking the crotch of my shorts even more. I hated how wet I was. I hated how my hips shifted forward every time he called me that. I hated how my tongue started moving—swirling around the underside of his shaft without permission, tasting the salt of his pre-come, the musk of his skin.

Crawling forward on shaky limbs, she spread her ruined, dripping pussy and ass with trembling fingers and looked up at them with hazy, worshipful eyes. “More…” she begged hoarsely. “Please don’t stop. I need these huge cocks to completely destroy me. I’m your filthy, addicted, cock-worshipping whore forever.” Darius stroked her hair, smiling with dark satisfaction. “Good girl. Your old life is done, princess. You gone black, you now belong.”