Filthy Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy’s going to teach you how to please that greedy cunt of yours. I’m going to spoil you rotten—make you cum so hard you forget your own name.” He guided me to the couch, positioning me on my back first, legs spread wide in missionary. The vibrator hummed against my clit as he slid his cock into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, filling me to the brim. “That’s it, take Daddy’s fat cock,” he praised, thrusting deep and steady, the vibe pressing just right to make stars burst behind my eyes. My walls clenched around him, milking his length as he rocked into me, our bodies slapping together in a filthy rhythm.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes, eyes locked on mine the entire time. “Still so full of Daddy’s cum,” he whispered, words turning explicitly filthy. “My load from last night still leaking out while we wait for my daughter to come back and try to rebuild whatever’s left. Take it deeper, baby. Let me breed you again. Let me fill this tight little pussy until you’re dripping with me all day.”

“This little cunt is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it? Not for my worthless son — for me.” I gasped at the word **Daddy**. It sounded filthy coming from his mouth. Wrong. Perfect. “Yes…” I breathed, hips bucking against his hand. “Please…” He pushed one finger inside me, then two, stretching me while his thumb kept working my clit. I was soaked, the obscene wet sounds filling the living room as he finger-fucked me slow and deep. “Such a tight little pussy,” he growled, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Jake never deserved to touch you. This belongs to me now. Say it.”

“Caleb… your father is right upstairs… we can’t do this…” “Shut up and spread your legs wider for me,” I snarled, using the word like dirty filth. I shoved two thick fingers deep into her soaked cunt, pumping them hard and fast. The wet squelching sounds were loud in the quiet kitchen. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping. Your married pussy is begging for stepson cock.” Her head fell back, massive tits bouncing as I finger-fucked her roughly on the table. She was fighting so hard to stay quiet, her face flushed red with shame and overwhelming pleasure.

“Ahhh… you are so deep. I can feel you in my belly.” Wilder leaned over my back, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. “That is right. Daddy is ruining this little pussy. Gonna fill you up and knock you up right here in my car. You want that? Want me to breed this young womb?” The dirty words made me clench hard. “Yes! Daddy. Fill me with your cum. Knock me up in your backseat. Ahhh… please!” He fucked me faster, hips snapping against my ass. I came again, screaming his name as my legs shook.

I watched as Daddy held his face examining him. I arched forward trying to listen to what he was saying. I wanted him to continue, while I watched. I wanted Kai to be punished for trying to escape Daddy's pleasure. It was the best thing that has ever happened to us since mom died and he wanted to throw it away because he couldn't take it. He should be punished until he realizes he should be worshiping daddy's cock. And deep down, I want to be the one tied to that bed instead of him. “What do we have here?” his deep baritone came close to my ear. My body jerked. I hadn't been expecting his amused voice. That was when I lifted my head. I found him looking straight down at me. I hadn't even rea

“Fuck me… fuck me harder, Daddy… your cock feels so good… fill me… fill this other man’s wife’s pussy…” He leaned down and bit my neck hard enough to leave a red mark. I howled. My hands grabbed his hair and pulled tight. “I’m going to come… Daddy… I want to squirt on your cock…” “Come,” he groaned roughly. “Piss on Daddy’s cock. Soak this desk. Let everyone know you’ve become Daddy’s whore.” His filthy words pushed me over the edge. My body tensed. My pussy clenched as hard as it could around his cock. Then I exploded.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

I tried turning him away at the door because he was hardly in a state to donate his shit but Mrs Cunningham, the old bat, seemed to think he was a son of hers at the moment and ushered him in. Ryan shook his head sagely and stood up from the hassock to pace the small living room. "The guy was fully pissed, but I remember him muttering something about winning a bet or dare. I think his rich bastard friends like him must have dared him to go donate his sperm for cash, probably while at some booze club." Kiersey tried not to let her heart sink further and further as disgust washed over her. Alcoholism was not in the blood, right? "Do you remember his name? Or address? What he looked like?"