Daughter Daddy Sex Novels & Stories

When you ignored my pleas and punished Lucy mercilessly, forcing me to kneel before your mistress to apologize, did you think to call the police and learn the truth? "Now that the truth is out, what right do you have to tell us to go back with you?" From Andrew's side, Lucy poked her head out and shouted, "Bad Daddy! I don't want you! I want Andrew to be my daddy!"

“I think that is definitely the winner.” “Isn’t it a bit too revealing?” I counter, examining myself in the mirror and realizing how much of my ass was showing. “That’s the point!” My mother laughs. “You want to lure the men in with your skin.” “You’re making it sound like you’re trying to pimp me out.” I point out, deciding to just buy it so we can leave. “Do you not consider me your daughter?” “Of course I do,” she responds. “And that’s why I want you to get out there and find someone.”

I grunted feeling the fullness in my stomach and I flinched when I felt the poke on my poleste. I'm gonna cum! N-no I can't! “Ahhh! Daddy!” I moaned instead, turning the remote to the highest. Kai gasped, his tongue sticking out, his eyes rolled back as his body arched up. Daddy slammed deep inside, my legs trembled and my toes curled. My tongue stuck out as I swayed on Kai's chest from the force of Daddy's slam. “P-please!” Kai yelped. Daddy grabbed my hair pinning me down as his pace quickened. “I- I can't take it! E-easy!”

“Please make you come again? Like the good girl you are?” I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan. Pleasure built fast, the forbidden nature of it pushing me closer to the edge. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as his finger curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot. “You’re going to come for Daddy right here,” he whispered against my ear, voice dark and commanding. “Quietly. While your mother is in the next room. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” The word “Daddy” sent a forbidden thrill through me. My walls clenched around his finger as the orgasm rushed toward me.

If I get any wetter, I'm going to stain his trousers, the scent of sex is already evident. "Yes daddy, no- no problem at all." I closed my eyes and relinquished all control. I told myself that whatever will happen, will happen and I will bear the ramifications later. I could not take it anymore, I needed him to touch me, to extinguish these raging flames burning deeply inside me. But I was not going to say anything, I was not ready to tell daddy that I was prepared to be his little whore, I was simply going to let him do as he pleases to me. "I am so sorry daddy." I whispered breathlessly, chanting the five words at least five times. I was not thinking straight at this point, I was being sel

I get two fingers inside her and she starts riding them like the most erotic cowgirl I’ve ever seen. It’s too much—I’m getting lightheaded from need. “You know what happens when you’re naughty, baby?” I wiggle my fingers inside her but I can’t quite reach her G-spot. “What?” she breathes. “You take your daddy’s big cock. Are you ready for it?” “Yes.” She rocks over my fingers. “Yes, Daddy,” I correct her. I don’t know why I’m getting into being her daddy so much, but I am. “Yes, Daddy.”

It seems like this is the first time I've seen her get fucked like that. Does it mean my father is better than me? I'll fuck you hard once I locked you in my room you slut. After a while, Dad started fucking her very fast. He was already holding her hair and still continued to fuck her. "Sir, hurry up. I'm almost there, ah!" "Go on, slut. Milk my cock. Who is a better fucker, hmm? Is it my son or is it me?" I'm jerking off faster and faster while watching them. I'm feeling so hot because it's like I'm watching a father and daughter sex tape. Fuck!

“Yes daddy, yes!“ I pressed his head into my pussy, I could feel his tongue, searching, exploring, devouring. “Arhhhh,” I moaned, but he stopped, and instantly replaced it with two of his fingers. “Fuck daddy, yes!,” I screamed, ohh this was way more than pleasure, I could already feel my soul leaving me. “You like it?“ He said roughly. “Yes daddy, I do,” I nodded as I threw my head backward, biting my lips tightly. He looked at my boobs, my hardened nipples couldn't hide from my gown. “I need to suck on those boobs,” he was still working on my pussy.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life. "Daddy," I whispered. A smile—or rather a smirk—curved up his lips. "Good girl." His hands worked their way up and pulled my jeans to my knees. I bit my bottom lip, feeling my core throb more just from the graze of his finger on my exposed thigh. "You're so wet for me already. Is this how much you want me?" I couldn't get any response out of my mouth because of how hot my body was—how aroused I felt. A voice in my head kept reminding me who Damian was. He was my father's best friend. But truth be told, I couldn't care less at that moment.