Novel & Cerita Daddys Little Whore

Ben and Bent both groaned "Fuck!" they both gasped nearly together before dumping their cum into my slutty daughter's holes. "Yes!" the little whore squealed as they filled her up. "Ooh, Daddy! Daddy! I'm a big ol' cum-slut! Look at me, Daddy! Look at me being a cum-slut!"

“No, Daddy… I don’t. I love your cock. I love being owned by you. I’m your cheating cumslut now. Mark is just… there. A roommate. This pussy belongs to you.” The confession seemed to unlock something feral in both men. They flipped her onto all fours and destroyed her in a brutal spitroast. Jax railed her pussy from behind while Marcus fucked her throat until thick strings of throat slime ran down her chin and onto her swinging tits. They switched. Then switched again. Every time they bottomed out, they made her repeat how worthless her old life was. “I’m addicted to Daddy’s cock,” she sobbed through another orgasm, squirting all over the basement floor. “I’m addicted to being a nasty marrie

I whimpered shamefully, the words burning on my tongue. Mark let out a satisfied groan and rewarded me with faster, deeper thrusts of the dildo while grinding the vibrator harder against my clit. "That’s my good little fucktoy. Louder. Tell Daddy how much you love being his secret whore behind your mother’s back." "I… I love it, Daddy," I sobbed, my voice breaking with humiliation and desperate pleasure. "I love being your secret whore… behind Mom’s back. Please— I’m so close, Daddy… please let me cum!"

We stayed joined against the wall until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking down my leg made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence of him

I cry, there’s actual tears in my eyes. He goes back to ignoring my pleas and cries and instead pleasuring my body and savoring the sounds I make that weren't pleas to come. As a matter of fact, I think he’s enjoying that as well. “I’ll be a very good slut for you. I’ll be good, daddy. I’ll do anything you ask.” He groans like this very promise is what he’s been waiting for. Then I remember how much egging him on has worked for me. “I’ll take your cock well, when you come in my mouth, I won’t spill. Please daddy.”

“You taste so fucking good. This cunt is gushing all over my tongue. I want you to come to my face. Come all over daddy’s tongue while I eat this fat pussy.” The word daddy in that low rough voice made my walls clench hard and another rush of wetness leaked out. He dove back in, sucking my clit hard into his mouth and flicking it fast with his tongue while two thick fingers pushed into my tight hole, stretching me open with a wet filthy sound. He pumped them deep and curled them just right, hitting that spot inside that made my toes curl and my vision blur. I was gone, lost in it, moaning and whimpering loud, one hand squeezing my own heavy tit while the other held his head between my legs.

She was so much different. “So good… all of you, daddies. I love every inch of your hard, throbbing lengths.” I whispered, breathless, and immediately I felt their eyes darken, their grunts vibrating through the air as I stroked faster. The old Lilith wouldn’t say something this filthy, not even to the man she once loved. “They’re so big, so thick… throbbing, aching to be filled, to spill… do you want to cum all over me, daddies?”

Damn, I was so hungry for her. Pausing my movements, I straightened and positioned my lips on her vagina. I then raised her left leg over my shoulder, with two of my fingers diving into that tight hole, and said, “Let go, baby girl. I want to see you come so hard and long for Da—” I didn’t finish my sentence because she squirted on my face, her legs convulsing rapidly. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, fuck! Yessssss… Touch me like that… I’m squi…”

My legs weren't his target—it was my groin, my clit, my pussy—the three most important regions tonight. His hands hovered over me, fingertips brushing my skin lightly, igniting sparks wherever they landed. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “You know I’m going to make you beg, right? I'll make your pussy slick and dripping before I’m done.” I swallowed hard, the primal want tightening in my chest. “I want that,” I whispered. “Say, ‘I want that, Daddy,’” he growled. “I want that, Daddy,” I gulped.

“Walking around the club like a cock-drunk little tease, talking back, showing off. You weren’t a good girl. You weren’t even close. You were a whore.” I whimper, my face burning hotter. “Say it,” he demands. “Say what you are.” I shake my head, tears falling faster now. “Please don’t make me—” He reaches beneath me, flicks the toy up another level. My scream is instant. My thighs jerk, muscles seizing with the effort to hold still. “Say it,” he growls. “Or I’ll strap another one in beside it.” “I’m your whore,” I sob, barely getting the words out through my gasps. “I’m Daddy’s filthy little whore.”