Dilf Stories Novels & Stories

The sitch flipped and light bloomed across the room. She gasped. "Oh my god... Mr. Stone?!" The familiar handsome face of Emily's dad was the last thing that she'd expected to see. A rather rugged face, framed by dark hair with a dash of grey at the temples and little silvery highlights scattered throughout the bit of scruff on his face. Mr. Stone was a DILF - Dad I'd Like to Fuck. That was the running joke among his daughter's friends. Sure she'd drooled over him wearing a swimsuit in the summer. Sighed over him when he'd done something particularly nice or caring for the girls. Masturbated to a fantasy of him in her head multiple times.

9 months ago Crystal Mr. Sharman looked conflicted, whether to expose this information to me or not. But one look from my side made him gulp, and he started speaking fluently. “The Russians asked for a disk I developed a few months ago, which contains every information and detail about our empire. From the portfolio of every employee, list of allies across the globe to the financial stats and account records. It has everything. They asked me to steal it and deliver it before the evening in exchange for my daughter and wife. Do you know where the disk is?” He asks and I nodded. Who the hell in their right mind would collect such complex and delicate information in one place? Only Valentine ca

Fuck these males and their tempers. I’ll better do something useful. Changing my mind, I took a few more daggers and found Ciel. “Hey, beauty. Can you take me to the city?” He frowned into my shoulder in agreement. We lost no time. The guardian wolves growled at first, but then bowed and let us pass, I guess the mark was working. The ride through the forest was creepy. There were creatures hiding in the dark. Ciel stirred nervously when we heard giggles behind us. A ghost was walking nearby, talking to itself. Two balls of light imploring us to play with them.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

What had I gotten myself into? Daniel might be oblivious but he was not stupid. He was patient and trusting and he saw the best in everything but he was not blind and he was not a fool and eventually, he would start to notice something. He would start asking questions and I was a terrible liar when it came to Daniel because he looked at me with so much love and so much trust that every dishonest word felt like swallowing glass. But what if he didn't find out? He wouldn't if I said nothing. Who was I kidding?

My mouth went dry. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Lila,” he admitted, his voice cracking a little. “Every time you prance around the house in those tiny shorts, bending over… teasing me… I jerked off thinking about you more nights than I can count.” The confession was like lightning. All the guilt, all the filthy fantasies I’ve hidden, they weren’t one-sided he wanted me too. He sat on the edge of the bed. His big hand landed on my knee and slowly slid up my thigh, spreading me open. I shivered hard; his touch was scorching.

Chapter 1 Lila’s POV “Yes, like that fuck me harder, squeeze my boobs Daniel,” I screamed, pushing back hard onto Daniel’s cock as it slid in and out of my dripping cunt. “Please do not stop, ram it into me harder, I can take it Daniel” “Yess…ahhh…mmm” “I’m fucking hard Lila” Daniel said, fucking me hard but not reaching where I wanted. My knees were planted wide on the messy sheets, ass shoved up high while my heavy tits hung down swinging wild with every desperate rock of my hips.