Erotic Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

Nick answered and I couldn't help but get hard even more as I imagined his bored face walking towards the restroom finding some attractive man to pleasure him. "The man who fuck me in the restroom stored his abundant semen inside my hole, daddy," Nick said seductively as he clung on my shoulder, I could feel his burning breath caressing my skin. A few moments later, Nick started licking my neck while his hand simply removed my hand that was caressing my hard dick and replaced it with his hand. "You're fucking hard, daddy," Nick commented and giggled as if he was very happy to know that my dick is in raging hard right now.

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

"F**k me deeper, Vance! Do not stop!" ​"Tell me whose p**sy this is," he commanded, driving his hips forward even harder. ​"Yours!" I sobbed quietly, my inner walls clenching violently around his thick c**k. "It is all yours! Just f**k me!" ​"F**king right it is," he snarled.

“Please fuck me deep and slow at first, Daddy. I surrender completely to you. I need your cock more than I need my old life. Ruin me one last time before your son comes home.” He started thrusting with long, powerful strokes. The sex felt intense and full of real emotion. Every movement made me feel claimed in the deepest way. “You are my dirty little secret,” he groaned while holding me close. “My son’s ex-girlfriend begging for her stepfather’s cock. Does knowing how wrong this is make you wetter?” I dug my nails into his back and cried out. “Yes, it does, Daddy. It makes me so wet. Please do not stop. I need this taboo relationship. I am addicted to the way you make me feel.”

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby.” The word Daddy made my knees weak. His fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked my smooth, dripping folds. “So fucking wet already. This tight little pussy has been aching for Daddy, hasn’t it?” I moaned softly rocking against his hand. Two thick fingers circled my swollen clit, slow and perfect. His other arm held me steady. “Look at me,” he growled. I met his dark, hungry gaze. “This is only the start, Lila. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Turn you into my perfect, little obedient toy.

I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm. "Oh yess baby... take it all," Daniel gasped, his hips starting to jerk uncontrollably. "Daddy is fucking cumming..." I was rubbing my clit hard now, my eyes wide, watching the way his muscles tensed up. I could see his abs rippling as he arched his back, his hands slamming onto the armrests of the chair. My finger was moving in fast, messy circles, smearing the wetness all over my labia. I was right on the edge myself, my legs shaking so hard I thought I’d collapse right there in the hallway.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

One hand snaked around to choke me lightly, the other rubbing my clit. "You're gonna cum on my cock again, you filthy whore. Give it to me. All of it." And I did, screaming his name... Daddy, as stars exploded behind my eyes. But we weren't done. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and stood up, pulling me to my knees. "Suck it. Clean your mess off Daddy's cock."

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.

Her core clamped down on him violently as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her body. She convulsed against his frame, but Bret didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her climax, his dirty whispers filling her ears. "That's it, daddy's good girl. You're just a little cock cleaner, aren't you? Say it for daddy." "I'm... I'm daddy's good girl... daddy's little cock cleaner," Victoria sobbed out, the dirty words escaping her lips breathlessly. She wasn't crying because it was painful anymore…she was sobbing because it felt so fucking good, a dirty ecstasy that completely eclipsed what she had felt with Eden.