Novel & Cerita Erotic Daddy Stories

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so good, please." "Mmm, baby girl, tell me what you want. Daddy loves you so much. Tell me." "I need your cum inside me, please, Daddy. I love you." "That's my girl. Beg Daddy for his cum. Daddy loves hearing you beg for him." "Please, my pussy's hungry for Daddy's cum. I'm your only cum bucket." "Shit, baby, that's it. Oh, God, Daddy's going to come so hard for you. Are you close to coming for Daddy, kitten?"

I gasped as he leaned down and took my nipple between his lips; he sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other one. “Please,” I begged him, the ache in my heat intensifying. I’d learned so much from my erotica books, and I was happy I got to learn so many new things; some I shared with Enzo and he taught me, while some I just couldn’t bring myself to say. In one of the books, I learned that if you called your man "daddy," it drove him crazy. “Please, daddy... it aches,” I cried out, thrusting my hips for friction.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring my pussy filled the room. “Damien—oh god!” I moaned, fisting the sheets, hips grinding desperately against his face. He growled against my clit, the vibration making me see stars. “So fucking sweet. Dripping for your Alpha Daddy like a good little whore.” He added a third finger, stretching me, curling them against my G-spot while he sucked harder. I came hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as I gushed all over his tongue. He didn’t stop licking me through the orgasm and straight into another, until I was shaking and sobbing with overstimulation.

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.

“Spreading your legs so eagerly after crying about that party. Crying for my attention, then begging for my cock like a needy whore. You love this, don’t you? Love being Daddy’s secret little fucktoy.” His dirty words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me. I nodded frantically, biting my lip as another soft moan slipped out. “I do… I love it. Please, Daddy. I need you inside me.” Marcus leaned forward, pressing the thick head of his cock against my slick, loosened hole. He rubbed it up and down teasingly, coating himself in the mess he’d made with his tongue. “You’re still so wet from my mouth. Greedy hole just swallowing everything I give it. Been stretched all day by that plug and s

He slaps my pussy and drags out in a rough rub. “Ohhh…” I groan, leaning on the glass for support. “You like when daddy touches your pussy, huh?” He presses himself to me, dick poking my spine, hand finds my opened slutty pussy dripping wet. “Use your words like a whore, Berry.” He slaps and squashes, flicking off the last drop of my squirt. “Yes, daddy!” I beat the glass, shaky. Pussy pumps, thick from the torture. “Louder, Berry.” He finds my clit and pulls like he’s plucking a fruit.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”