Filthy Daddy Novels & Stories

What the fuck did he even need the information for? I understood that he ran a check on me - it was expected - but my parents? My deceased parents? That was something else. I hadn't even talked to him about what he did; him clearing my name from the system database. Wiping my name from the face of the earth. Telling everyone I didn't exist. It could affect my future and he knew that, yet he didn't care. Curiosity made me to not stop reading through all that they had found. They found out that my dad had been messing around with a few mafia families. I knew of only one. The ones who came for their money after his death.

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

I wanted the marks. He threw his head back, groaning harder as his cum came close. “Fuck! I’m gonna nuts inside you bunny, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my spine until I was getting close. “Yes daddy, I'm cumming,” I cried as I bucked my hips faster against his dick. “Make a mess on daddy’s cock bunny, cum on that cock,” he ordered. His dirty words sent me aback until I spilled all my cum on his cock. I caught his lips so hard to stop my moan, and he kissed me back.

I moaned around his fingers, licking and sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around the nasty mixture while he watched with dark, satisfied eyes. “That;s my good girl,” he growled, finally pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. “Now thank daddy for using all your holes.” I whimpered, voice shaky. “Thank you, daddy…for ruining my throat and my dirty ass.. And for letting me taste your cum mixed with my ass dirt.” “That's my good girl,” He held my body and kissed my dirty face that was filled with his cum.

"I'M GONNA BREAK SO HARD, DADDY! YES DADDY! RUIN MY PUSSY! I'M YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SLUT… YOUR PRINCESS… OH FUCKKK… YES DADDY HARDER! AHHHHH!" She screamed, calling me daddy like a whore, and I lost it—thrusting deeper, savage, aiming for her womb, wanting to bruise her insides, breed her full. "CALL ME DADDY AGAIN AND I'LL FUCK YOUR WOMB OPEN! YOU'RE NO INNOCENT ANYMORE… MY FILTHY COCK-SLUT! TAKE IT ALL!" "YES… FUCK… GODDD THIS IS TOO MUCH… OOH YES… I'M YOUR DIRTY SLUT! AWW!"

She carried all that pain alone, unaware that on the very day she returned, two people were already investigating what she had endured in the Black Forest. One of them was her father. Arthur Winston, the Alpha of the Blood Claw pack, was always calm and rarely lost his temper. But when those bloody records were laid in front of him, it was the first time he completely lost control. He had believed that his good friend and the Black Forest pack were trustworthy. He never imagined that his own daughter would be tormented and slandered there, her reputation completely ruined. He could have stormed back for revenge, but he didn't. Instead, he silently cut all ties with the Black Forest pack and

I put it to my ear, and I stilled. “Dear ex daughter of mine, I have the betrayer in my grasp, finally. I never knew I had a whore for a daughter. You're just like me, sleeping with my business partner. I have him here. If you want to ever see him again, come to dearest daddy.”

The words he spoke next would change everything. “You’re going to call me Daddy.” The word hit me like a physical blow, a shockwave of pure, undiluted lust that made my knees buckle. It was so wrong. It was so filthy. It was the ultimate transgression, the ultimate revenge, and it was the most fucking hot thing I had ever heard in my entire life. Fucking the father. Calling him Daddy. It was perfect. “Now, say it,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for argument.

Sweat drips from his chest onto my skin. “Who do you belong to?” he growls, slamming into me harder. “You—Daddy—I belong to you—” “And who else?” “Ares—Marco—all of you—fuck, Daddy, please—” “That’s right. You’re our filthy little whore,” he rasps, voice breaking with raw pleasure. “But right now this pussy is Daddy’s. Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days.” The filthy words and relentless pounding send me over the edge again. I cum so hard my vision whites out, nails raking down his back as I sob his name.

He praised me the whole time—dirty, loving words tumbling out. “Such a perfect little cocksucker. Look at you—drooling all over Daddy’s cock. You love choking on it, don’t you? My good girl. My filthy angel.” I pulled off with a wet pop—gasping for air—strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening length. “Want more,” I panted. “Want to feel you between my tits.” His eyes darkened further. “Then do it, pet. Use those pretty breasts for Daddy.”