Erotica Daddy Novels & Stories

His hand reached around to rub tight, frantic circles over her swollen clit. “Come for Daddy,” he growled against her ear, biting the lobe. “Come while the manor watches and my daughter sleeps nearby, still trusting her dearest friend not to be the whore spreading her legs for me.” The combination of his words, the vibrating walls, and the relentless pounding sent Elara spiraling. She came violently, pussy clamping down hard around his cock, squirting messily around his thickness as her juices mixed with his cum and ran down her trembling legs. Her broken moan of “Daddy!” vibrated against the stone.

But of course, the man didn't come to confront her unprepared. With calculated moves, he reached for his phone and played a clip of Erika's nude body, angled towards the camera with her face visible from the upward angle. "Ahhh. Ah! Yes! Yes, daddy!" She spread her legs further apart, letting a wrinkly hand grab her porcelain skin. An old, fat man with a protruding stomach fucked her from behind. "You're so good at this, my baby girl! I will..ah...definitely choose your company over the Desmond's..." His rhythm was off and his figure was disgusting. "...if you moan louder for me."

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

Drunk on daddy’s sweet cock. I feel full. So full with him inside me. Shit! He nestles his chest against my back, raising my legs on the sofa. Then. “Now, kid. Ride on daddy’s rod.” He says over my left ear, kissing my earlobe. I wonder if he has a fetish for that too. I perch my hands backward over his chest and begin the hot, sensual, rousing ride over daddy’s member. “Omigod!” I let out a warbled cry as I clutch his member with my pussy.

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.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

“Oh, that’s all right. Look right now, Katrina you…. Oh my gud, that’s good… Katrina, the way you thrust your hips around when you sit on my cock is just beautiful.” “Daddy likes?” I teased. “Daddy loves it,” he bounced back. “What am I doing to you? Tell me.” “You are going to make me shoot my load into you if you keep this up.” “No daddy,” I squirmed about in a thrusting, twisting sequence of provocative motions, “No, that’s not what I am doing. You know what I mean. I want to hear you say it.” “Aaaaarh that’s the girl, keep thrusting yourself forward harder. My cock is just the right size to find your g-spot.”

I laid in the dark, staring at my ceiling while I fought to purge this tightness harassing my stomach. I have never had a boyfriend and I have never been kissed. It is sad on my part, but no boy, even the biggest idiot to ever be birthed into this world, knows better than to become the romantic interest of the Devil's daughter. I am chaste, uninitiated in all means, but I am not entirely clueless. I have read and watched a lot of erotica to know almost as much as someone who's been around the block. I know what an erection is. I saw one fifty two minutes ago.

Treat me like the pathetic whore I am for you. He obliged, his palm coming down on my ass cheek again, harder, the sting blooming into heat that radiated straight to my core. We were animals now, lost in the rhythm, sweat slicking our skin as he leaned over me, nipping at my earlobe, breath hot and ragged. 'You like that, baby girl? Daddy's best friend owning your cunt and ass?' The taboo of it all... the name 'Daddy' slipping out like a forbidden key... had me trembling, my orgasm coiling tighter, threatening to shatter me.

"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.