Erotic Story Daddy Novels & Stories

What a bad daddy he had been. "Again," he ordered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pounded her fast and deep. "Don't you fucking enjoy their cocks so much! Tell me mine is better! Cum on daddy’s cock again like the cock hungry whore you are. Cum hard, baby girl," he spat out liberally, while they fucked like bunnies. Sally was babbling now, completely lost in pleasure, loving all the attention. Daddy had hardly looked her way since she turned twenty one.

The Jogging Quickie (5) I was in this gorgeous man's sauna on my knees, rocking over the first few inches of his cock, and I felt unbelievably sexy doing it. "That's a good little pet. That's Daddy's perfect cocksucker." He called himself Daddy again, and the word hit me like a jolt. My cock twitched instantly. He wanted this roleplay just as much as I did. "Yes, Daddy. I love this cock. I want all of it. You make me so fucking horny."

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.

I tried turning him away at the door because he was hardly in a state to donate his shit but Mrs Cunningham, the old bat, seemed to think he was a son of hers at the moment and ushered him in. Ryan shook his head sagely and stood up from the hassock to pace the small living room. "The guy was fully pissed, but I remember him muttering something about winning a bet or dare. I think his rich bastard friends like him must have dared him to go donate his sperm for cash, probably while at some booze club." Kiersey tried not to let her heart sink further and further as disgust washed over her. Alcoholism was not in the blood, right? "Do you remember his name? Or address? What he looked like?"

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

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."

He growled, pulling out a little so I could see it glistening before he pushed it back in, deep. "Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!" I moaned as he groaned,grabbing my breast as they swayed on my chest. Then he squeezed, as he leaned over, planting a hard kiss on my lips. "That's right, baby girl, take Daddy's big cock. Oh those fucking tits..." he said as he slapped them, thrusting deeper and deeper, "mmm hell yeah, so gorgeous!" "Yes daddy, don't stop, don't fucking stop," I pleaded, feeling the tickle between my legs rising to an impossible hum.

He was much shorter than Alistair, and his aura felt pathetically small in comparison. "How much is he paying you?" Adrian asked, his tone dripping with contempt. "My Dad might be getting old, but his taste isn't usually this low. How many whimpers did you have to give him in bed before he agreed to bring you to London and pretend you’re some Zurich consultant?"

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”