Filthy Daddy Novels & Stories

I yank my hand from Sydney's as if it has been burnt and look at Sydney with large eyes. "I'm breaking Omerta by telling you this." Sydney says with a sigh. "My dad leads the American Mafia and it has been my life since I was born. To be honest, I've never been thrilled about it." His eyes show a sadness and my heart breaks. "You can talk to me. I hope you know that." Sydney looks at me for a while. "You want me to be open to you and yet you don't trust me. I know you warned your soulmate about me coming with you here." He pauses with a grin. "You were pretty obvious."

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

He threatened and straightened himself to full height. Maximo blinked viciously, his face turning sour. Diavolo's words had hit a muscle and he was finding it difficult to continue the good boy act that he had put on. In fact, screw that. "You are not the real son of my father Diavolo. His fortune belongs to me and you know it. I am his legitimate son and I should head the family after his demise. It is my right!. You're just a nobody feeding off the scraps of what my father gave you!" He stomped his foot on the ground angrily. The veins on his forehead popped out visibly.

One of the workers at my fathers law firm told me that she was very up tight because she was I quote 'Saint Preachers kid'. That intrigued me even more, she was a prude and I wanted to break that wall. She avoided me for some few days before I finger fucked her in my father's office, it's so surreal the risks I use to take because my father had received a business call by the time he came in I was done licking my fingers and watching her uncomfortably fix her skirt.

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

"What do you want me to do next, Daddy?" "Put your fingers in your pussy. I want to see you cum right before my eyes," I didn't even waste time. I was waiting for him to ask for that part. I deliberately took my time in playing around with the surface, while I mould my breast with the other free one. All the while Damian restraint kept diminishing. "Fuck! You fucking know how to tempt a man, Sophia," "All for Daddy," I winked and finally plunged my fingers inside my pussy. I took it out and plug it in again before increasing my pace. My head jerked back on the bathroom walls as I felt a sweet sensation building up inside of me.

"I've wanted you to fuck my ass for so long! Do you like the way it feels, Daddy? Is my asshole nice and tight for you?" "Fuck!" my dad gasped. I knew what he meant. If Beth didn't cool it with that dirty talk, he was going to come in a minute, tops. He started pounding her, and her moans were almost as arousing as the filthy 'Daddy' talk had been. "I'm going to come!" he bellowed a minute later. My knees were weak when I saw his butt cheeks flex in orgasm.

What was the point of fidelity when his wife didn't give two shits about anything but her clean house? He turned back to Kelly, thrusting up into her powerfully to console himself. "She's not my daughter. She's a dirty slut, tricking her own daddy into fucking her. Daddy’s slut wants to keep fucking all night long, don't you baby girl? Fanny’s got a busy night cleaning up after our mess anyway. Let's move the party upstairs," Fred huffed as he built up a rhythm, fucking Kelly's sloppy, cream pied pussy. Kelly moaned loudly, grinding down hard and clenching around his dick.

Soon her whimpers turn into moans and then groans as she found her rhythm. “Fuck daddy’s dick baby. Work that naughty slutty pussy over me.” Nola held on to my big shoulders, licked and kissed my neck, and whispered in my ear. “Daddy, why are you talking so dirty to me? Why are you saying such filthy things?” I pulled back so that she’d have to look at me. I grabbed her twerking ass and growled back. “Why are you fucking your mother’s husband? Why are you squeezing your horny heated pussy around your father’s dick? Letting your own daddy take your virginity. Bouncing your young sexy ass in my lap to get more of my horny meat inside your wet cunt.” Nola blush scarlet and tried to look away bu

Beating for the pressure to go harder even when it was already too hard, crushing against my clit with fury. Intense heat was rolling up. An awaiting orgasm waiting to explode. Daddy pushed harder, groaning. Then I came. My juices splashed all over his face, dripping down his jaws and on the bed while I hummed so deep and loud that I feared anyone in the estate could hear me. But who cares about them? He pulled up looking at me, smirking, not caring to wipe my juices off his face. “You're gonna wipe them all.” “Urgh?”