Father Erotica Novels & Stories

Harsh breaths and needy whimpers mingled with the slap of flesh against flesh and the wet, slick sounds of his cock drilling into me. He wraps his hand around my throat and slaps my tits hard "Eight fucking years of a celibacy vow and you manage to end it in minutes. You're such a slut!" He slaps my tits again "Is this it, huh? Is this how you imagined me fucking you when you were pleasuring yourself? Fucking yourself with the end of a knife imagining it was my cock" he places his hands on my shoulders and begins to thrust fervently "You like sticking objects in your tight slutty cunt? You like fucking yourself to thoughts of me" he chuckles "Such a naughty girl aren't you, Ava?" My eyes are

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“I think about your pussy and this cock all day. I can’t focus in class I touch myself in the bathroom thinking about you using me.” She growled and flipped me onto my hands and knees, slamming back inside from behind. The new angle hit even deeper, battering my cervix. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit furiously while the other gripped my hip, yanking me back onto every thrust. I was drooling onto the sheets, ass up like a bitch in heat. “Cum on it, Kiara. Make a mess on your stepmom’s fat cock baby.”

“You gave me more than an heir. You gave me an obsession. Love. Need.” I kissed him deeply. “And you woke up my body. Made me fertile in every sense. I crave your touch constantly.” We signed new papers that day. Not just for one child. For a life together. He would keep breeding me as long as I wanted. I would keep changing him with every orgasm, every shared night. Even now, as I write this with his cum still leaking down my thighs, he watches me with hungry eyes. “Come here,” I say, spreading my legs. “Your incubator needs another load.”

I imagined it was his cock inside me instead, thick and hot, stretching me open while he called me his good little girl. “Mike…” I whispered, pumping the dildo faster. “Fuck me… please…” I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the fantasy take over. Jax’s hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy while he whispered filthy things in my ear. Kane behind me, slapping my ass red as he pushed into my tight little hole at the same time. The images made me whimper louder. I angled the dildo so it hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My hips rocked up to meet it, chasing the building pleasure. My clit was swollen and sensitive under my fingers, sending sparks through

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

Richard groaned, railing her fast. I reached over and rubbed Dr. Lena's clit as Adrian destroyed my hole. Her moans joined mine. Adrian switched, feeding his ass slick cock into Dr. Lena's mouth while I licked her clit and Richard's balls as he fucked her. The room filled with obscene wet sounds. Adrian returned to me, flipping me onto my back and folding my thick legs to my shoulders. He drove down into my pussy in a brutal mating press, his heavy balls slapping my ass. Every thrust slammed his cockhead against my cervix, churning cum into foam that sprayed out.

My hips rolled as much as they could, chasing the pleasure, but every time I got close, he pulled it away. This went on for what felt like hours. Ice. Heat. Feather. Fingers. Vibrator. Paddle. His voice constantly in my ear, low, calm, cruel, reminding me how I was betraying Victor, how wet I was for my father-in-law, how desperate I had become. I broke. “Fuck me,” I begged, voice hoarse and shaking. “Please, Elias, just fuck me. I’ll do anything. Please—” He pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, bringing me right to the edge again, then pulled it away completely.

Precum ran down the shaft and over her fingers in a steady stream. Sofia finally pulled her fingers from his mouth and wrapped that hand around his cock too, using both hands to work him. One stroked the shaft while the other twisted over the head. The wet, slick sounds filled the booth. “Look at the screen,” she ordered. “Watch them fuck while I jerk you off.” Luca stared at the black-and-white footage, eyes glazed. The silent erotic images combined with Sofia’s hands on him pushed him right to the edge again. Sofia leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Tonight I'm directing you. And now I want you to hold it, feel how hard you are for me. Feel how much your cock needs to come but can’t until

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.