Father Erotica Novels & Stories

He asked, his voice raspy as he stared at my gaping pussy. Just as I was about to choke out a reply, he spat on my pussy, rubbing it in to further make it easier for him to fuck me. I groaned when he massaged my pussy softly, tugging at my sensitive nub. “Fuck…” Father Matthias' massive desk creaked under my weight as he spread me open like a sacrifice. Cool air hit my wet pussy, making me shiver. Father Damon stood between my thighs, stroking his thick length slowly while Father Matthias leaned over me at the top edge of the desk where I found myself being moved to, his own cock dragging across my collarbone.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.

“That’s what makes this so sweet. My innocent daughter believes her dearest friend would never spread her legs for me. But we both know the truth. You’re addicted to Daddy’s cock now.” He curled his fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside her until her knees buckled. Elara moaned brokenly, pushing back onto his hand like a whore in heat. Her juices ran down his wrist and dripped onto the polished floor. The portraits along the upper shelves leaned forward, painted eyes gleaming with voyeuristic delight. One stern matron whispered loudly, “Filthy girl. Fucking herself on her best friend’s father’s fingers while she lies through her teeth.”

Doe’s face pressed into the sheets as she moaned loudly, the new angle letting him go even deeper. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he growled, one hand gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. “So fucking wet for me. You’ve been walking around with this tight little hole, knowing damn well I wanted it.” “Yes— yes, Daddy—” Doe pushed back against him, meeting every brutal thrust. “I’ve wanted your cock for so long— ah!” “I know you have.” He reached under her and rubbed tight circles on her clit while he pounded her. “Always looking at me with those hungry eyes. Always finding reasons to touch me. You’re my best friend’s little sister and you still spread these legs for me the second he left

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

"The only man I've ever been with is your father. At one time or another we did most everything a man and woman can do, I think. I liked it all. As Carol said, I'm not into sadistic pain. I love being touched. Carol was the only woman I was ever with. She was better at oral than your father. I love that. She liked to watch as I did things to myself and to her. That turned me on. This is hard talking about with my son. We've never discussed any of this before." "Did you do pictures or videos?" "I never have, but it might be fun." "You've never done a threesome?" her son asked. "Never. It isn't up to me, as the sub, but I'd prefer not to be shared." "Okay. I'm too possessive for that anyway. W

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

I rocked down once and he hissed through his teeth. “So fuck me,” I breathed against his mouth. “Elias—” “I already fucked myself earlier,” I confessed, cheeks burning. “Took the big dildo—the black one with the suction base. Rode it on your side of the bed while I thought about you. Stretched myself open. I’m still slick. Still open. No prep needed, Daddy. Just take me. Please.”