Novel & Cerita Daddys Slut Stories

Thoughts of him dominating me and using me endlessly in every corner of his house made me orgasm violently . my chat pooped with a new message only this time round i replied to it honestly . "c*mming while thinking of me di*ty sl*t ' " yes daddy " i typed with my shaking hands knowing the man was just a few metres from me . This time, I wanted him know how much of a slut i could be and that he could not shame me for doing that i loved. But what i did not know the man was standing infront of my door the whole time .

He slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing. “Ride me, slut. Show Daddy how bad you need it.” Iman bounced on him, ass rippling with every drop. Marcus spanked her over and over, turning her cheeks bright red. Alexander stood in front, feeding her his cock again. She sucked him sloppily, spit running down her chin while she rode Marcus faster. “Harder,” Alexander ordered, gripping her hair. “Take both your Daddies like the greedy girl you are.” She did. Sweat covered her body. Her moans mixed with the party noise outside. Marcus slapped her ass red and raw, then reached around to pinch her clit. She came again, squirting all over his balls and the couch.

“I will not be part of this disgusting farce. He ra.ped me when I was sixteen. He humiliated me. And you all watched and cheered. You are not holy. You are monsters wearing robes.” Sister Judy stepped forward, face pale with fury. “Stop spreading lies! Brother Joe paved the way for Brian—” “You’re a cooked-up whore who bows to Master John’s rusty cock. Do not open your dirty mouth telling me lies. I've always hated you, and your food. You cook shit and look like shit. You too Anna, you should see your husband asking me to refer him to the nearest STD clinic after he fucked a whore behind the diner.” I snapped. The whispers exploded into chaos.

His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack that stung and made my pussy clench tighter around him. “Like this, you little slut? Taking your best friend’s daddy’s cock like a filthy cum dump while she’s sleeping down the hall. This pussy is mine now.” “Yes, Daddy, it’s yours,” I cried out, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. The slap of his hips against my ass echoed, his balls smacking my clit over and over. Sweat was pouring down my back and his chest, making our skin slide together. My arms started shaking and I dropped to my elbows, ass still up high for him.

“Your little cunt is dripping for me. You love knowing the world might see how much of a slut you are for Daddy, don’t you?” I moaned loudly, fingers tangling in his hair as he added a third finger, stretching me wide while his tongue flicked relentlessly. “Yes, Daddy… please… I’m so close…” “Not yet,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his mouth again, sucking hard on my clit until my thighs shook violently around his head. When I was right on the edge, trembling and whimpering, he finally rose, positioned his thick cock at my entrance, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

"Did you really find someone else, Harper? Is there some interesting man you aren't telling me about?" ​Panic seized my throat. ​My mind screamed the truth. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to confess that I was completely addicted to my stepdad. I wanted to tell her that Vance’s massive size had entirely ruined me for anyone else, and that I was sleeping with the man who lived under my own roof. ​But I looked at Chloe, and the words completely died on my tongue. ​"No," I lied smoothly, forcing my expression to stay completely blank. "There's no guy."

His voice was almost a growl, rich with authority, drawing out the words like a lion playing with its prey. "How will you learn your mistakes if I let you go? You need to know the consequences for acting recklessly and making daddy jealous, baby girl. That is something I can’t let go unpunished.” "But it wasn’t my fault!" I shrieked, a cry slipping past my lips before I could stop it. "And that's six." "What!? Why?" "Seven. Talk back to me like that, count will increase more." "You're sick—" "Eight." I open my mouth to say something, but soon seal it shut, realizing that whatever I say will only worsen my state.

“You’re mine now. Daddy’s slut.” A broken laugh slipped from my lips as my body trembled. Who cares about Adrian? He called me a slut. Maybe I Am. A slut For His Dad. At least his dad gave me the deep thrust I wanted.

"Ugh! Yes, Slut... Grind your pussy... Ah... You need to see the look on her fucking face, Grayson. She is such a slut. A fucking sexy... Fuck... A fucking sexy and pretty slut..." My insides swelled as I was being talked about. Called a slut. Called a whore and it only felt so fucking good. I was going to come again. "Daddy... I... This slut is going to come on your cock again, daddy... This whore is going to shamelessly come on your... Fuck, daddy. You feel so good... Daddy!!" Suddenly, my hands were grabbed off his shoulders, making my face fall into his shoulders again. Luxuria daddy pulled my hands behind me, held them in one hand and suddenly began thrusting in me again, wildly this ti