Erotic Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

Everything I ever wished for is finally coming true. I open my mouth for Daddy, and he puts the tip of his cock inside me. I hollow my cheeks and suck him in deeper. I’m rewarded by a throaty grunt. “Layla, you were made for sucking Daddy’s cock,” he says, losing control and thrusting into my mouth a little. “This is how I will take all your little girl holes, you hear me? And you’ll let me.” “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

His cock was right there in front of my face, hard and demanding. "If you act as a good girl, Daddy might decide to make you cum." The promise made my nipples hard and my pussy twitched. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his base and started stroking him hard, fast. I took the head into my mouth and sucked him with everything I had. He fisted my hair in his hand tightly, and held my head down his dick, guiding me exactly how he wanted. My mouth on him made a slurping sound, as my spit trailed down to his dick and balls.

"Oh, daddy, please pump me full of your seed. Fill my belly up with your cum. Daddy, I want it. I want to feel your hot cum running inside me, filling me up so good and getting me knocked up. Yeah, daddy, knock me up, give me your baby. Put your baby in my fertile belly, make me your belly boy. Daddy, come inside me please!" "Get ready baby. Daddy's going to give you his cum. I'll drown your ass in it. I'll flood your stomach. I'll make your belly all swollen up when I put my baby inside you. Hold that ass open baby. Yeah, that's it. Show me your hole. Show me your tight little shitter that's about to get my cum. Yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Daddy's coming, baby boy." My knees almost gave out from th

My body came aflame and the sounds that poured from my mouth was far from normal. A distant part of warned me to be quiet, to not alert my parents but his tongue shoved deep inside me and I forgot everything. Daddy fucked me in deep strokes while his nose ground against my clit. My hips rolled, my pussy grinding hard and fast against his face. He groaned into me like my cunt was the best thing he’d ever tasted, his mouth working over every inch of my dripping hole, sucking, licking, biting. “Daddy—fuck—your tongue—” I was panting, riding his face, using the headboard for leverage as I rocked my hips. “—please—don’t stop—”

Indeed, no one can compare a Daddy's love. His lips that would lavish my poor lips. The armpits of him that drives me crazy as soon as my tongue tasted it. The way his cock spots my g-spot and roamed my hole along with the veins of his that sents tickle inside me. I can't get enough of him. "Oh, gee!" I could feel the sensation on the tip of my manhood. With quivering body and a hand at a fast pace as I jerk me off made my toes curl. "Fuck me, Daddy! Put your cock inside me," I erotically said.

"Such a dirty little fake. You wanted this so bad, didn't you, Jay?" "Fuck, yes, Jake, please," I whined in my sleep, my body arching off the mattress as he teased my sensitive skin with a vibrating wand until I was crying out his name. "Take it," he whispered softly, driving a thick dildo deep into my core and spanking my ass with a loud clack until I was writhing against the sheets. "Ah, ah, fuck," I gasped in the dream. And the worst part was that I loved every single second of it. I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"All weekend, Daddy. Your seed's deep in me." He finger-fucked me fast, thumb on my clit. Juices squelched loud in the quiet room. I bit my lip to stay silent, but moans escaped. "Gonna make you squirt on my hand first." He added a third finger, stretching me wide. Pressure built quick, my walls clenching. "Oh shit, Daddy! Right there!" I came hard, pussy gushing over his fingers. He pulled them out, slick and shiny, and shoved them in my mouth.

Especially incest literature. I found all kinds of stories about taboo love and sexual relationships. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons. Aunts and nephews. And even some gay stories. But most of all, the topic my daddy clearly had the highest volume of, were father-daughter stories. That intrigued me no end. I found myself getting hyper-absorbed in every erotic incest story I read. I couldn't stop myself. I must have read nearly a dozen different stories those two mornings. And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched.