Father Erotica Novels & Stories

I licked deep, sucking her swollen clit hard while she moaned loud and dirty. "Oh god, yes! Eat my pussy, Dad!" At the same time I stood up, grabbed Emma's tied wrists to yank her hips forward, and slammed my cock back into her tight pussy. Her tight virgin pussy glistened. I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and thrust in deep in one hard stroke. The wet sounds of my tongue on Lila and my cock slamming Emma filled the study. I kept going, switching faster, licking Lila's clit until she was shaking then burying myself balls-deep in Emma's pussy while she begged for more.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

“The way my clit gets hard and throbs. The way my pussy lips swell up and get all puffy, just begging to be touched. I get so drenched. I can smell myself, Father. That sweet, musky smell. It drives me crazy.” “That is enough,” he said, but his voice was strained, a tightrope of tension. “Is it?” I muttered, trembling. “Do you ever feel it, Father Roman? That heat? That ache right here," I pressed a hand low on my belly, "that only gets worse the more you try to ignore it?" Silence. Then, a rustle of fabric. A low, almost inaudible sound. “Christ.” “Do you want to see?” The question was out before I could think, a product of weeks of pent-up fantasy .

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Her chest heaved with each breath she took, and her eyes traveled between closing and staying open. Her toes stiffened, and at some point, her mouth just stayed open with nothing but drool coming out of it. Penelope spread her legs even wider, and like a feral animal, she grabbed his head and pulled his face in closer to lick up the juices. I could never get enough of this. Most men would get jealous and maybe bash Dustin’s head in, but I wasn’t most men, I was Felix. A man whose greatest fantasy had been to watch another man fuck his wife until she was screaming his name, begging him to plunge his dick even deeper into her and breed her even though she knew damn well that the man wasn’t her

“Talk if you want a taste of this.” “I know the components of the containers headed for the border, sir,” I ramble, breaking all the work ethics. Try sticking to work ethics when you are dripping wet, and all your body can think of is two delicious cocks in front of you. “I also know Mikhail Petrov, your father, isn’t dead.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises and pecks my lips. He turns to Thirst Trap, who’s also out of his pants and is stroking his full cock. “Untie her.”

“Rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I slide my hand between us, finding my clit and rubbing in fast circles. “Damon, I’m close…” “Come for me. Come on my cock like a good little wolf.” The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I scream his name, my pussy clenching around him so hard he groans. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He’s moving faster now, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill you up, Maya. Going to pump you full of my cum. Mark you inside and out.”

Father Marcus laid her on her back and fucked her in a mating press, her legs pushed back to her ears, his thirteen inches driving so deep she felt him in her stomach, his weight pressing down on her, trapping her, claiming her completely. Father Thomas made love to her slowly, gently, their bodies moving together in rhythm while he whispered praise about how beautifully she'd produced, how perfectly she'd served, how blessed they were to have her. Father Joseph took her ass while she was on all fours, his fifteen inches stretching her impossibly, his hand in her hair yanking her head back, making her arch, making her take every brutal inch while he called her his perfect holy slut.

He knew I would get addicted, he knew he would always have me in his grasp. I watched him worship my pussy, sucking, poking my entrance with his hard tongue and extending his hand to grab my soft breasts. They moved in his hand like water, my nipples growing harder as he pinched them. I loved it so much when he would pinch my nipples, I loved it when he sucked and bit them like a baby. I loved the feeling of his tongue around them, and I wanted it at that moment. They were aching for his touch. "Frederick.." I called and he briefly lifted his head from my pussy, but not before he kissed my clit like it was his baby, like he treasured it, like it was his to worship. My legs trembled in the ai