Filthy Daddy Novels & Stories

“I'm your dirty little stepslut” “That's right”. His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me back against him. “And I'm going to fill you up so full of my cum that you'll leak for days. Say yes”. “Yes. Yes”. Then he drove into me harder and faster with ragged breathing. Slap. Slap. slap. slap. I felt him swell inside me, and before I knew it, he was coming, and pumping into me with a guttural groan. “Randy!!!”. I screamed his name, also coming again as my cunt milked him.

Weren't you the ungrateful wench when you and Dad transferred all of your assets and family fortune to Randall under the guise of it being only his inheritance? "Randall has gambled away the family fortune and landed the family in debt. So, you tried forcing me to take on that debt, but I refused to do it. Now, you're calling me the ungrateful wench?" "Shut up, you fucking bitch!" Mom panicked after hearing me fight back, but I refused and continued to expose her. "What? You dare to do it, but you don't dare to admit it? I still have the voice recording from you and Dad back then stored in my phone! Should I replay it and maybe help you refresh your memory a little?"

“Fucking you deep and hard while my son waits downstairs with the family. You’d take every inch like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Moaning for Daddy’s cock. Tell me how bad you want it.” “Yes…” I whispered aloud, my fingers moving faster. I curled them against that perfect spot inside me while my thumb rubbed tight, frantic circles over my clit. The fantasy felt so real, his strong hips snapping against my ass, one big hand fisted in my wet hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks as he growled filthy things against my neck. “You’re mine now, Emily. This pussy belongs to me. Come for Daddy. Come like the dirty little slut you are for your boyfriend’s father.”

“Beg me to let you come.” “Please,” I cried, my body shaking, my need climbing up to my head, resetting my brain. It was overwhelming. “Let me come. I need to—” “Say it,” he snapped, his grip tightening on my hips. “Say you’re mine.” “Yours!” I screamed, too pressured within my internal walls to say anything else. “Yours, Daddy. Please—” He released me, his thrusts pushing in with more force, his growl vibrating through me. “Come for your Daddy,” he ordered, his voice on the point of breaking. “Now.”

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"Daddy's gonna cum in you, daughter." Nikki fights me, trying to get out from under me. "No, Daddy. I'll get pregnant!" I'm there. I go deep, pulling her hips against me as my cock bursts deep inside my daughter. She's moaning, her face in the sheets, cumming all over my cock. I pull out, move off the bed. Nikki rolls over, smiling, pointing at me. "You, Father, are the dirtiest, filthiest, nastiest man I have ever known. I've never cum so hard."

“You just broke my cherry. Now I’m a slut. Your slut to be sure, but a slut nevertheless, daddy, and a dirty incestuous slut at that.” It was amazing how filthy my vocabulary became now that we were united as one. And to make my point, I lifted my ass up, then down starting a nice in and out rhythm of that cock in my pussy. At once we were fucking, not fornicating, though that does sound almost as wicked, though mildly more acceptable socially speaking. But I wanted nasty, down in the muck, and mire dirty now, and to hell with conventionality. I was fucking daddy, and that’s what really counted now. And daddy must have thought so too. “Oh yeah slut, that’s it!” His face pulled away from my t

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

The position made my clit grind against his pelvis and his cock hit a devastating spot inside me on every stroke. “Look at them,” he snarled against my ear, still bouncing me mercilessly. “Look at your family watching Daddy breed you. They can see everything — how your greedy cunt swallows my cock, how your juices are dripping down my balls. You’re clenching so fucking hard, princess. You love being my public whore, don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, Daddy — I love it!” The words poured out of me, filthy and broken. The shame only made me wetter. “I’m your breeding slut… please fill me up!”

Stacey shoved Dean onto the old leather recliner they'd inherited from his parents taboo enough to spark their dirtiest shared dream. "Fuck me like the innocent stepdaughter you corrupt," she purred, hiking one leg over the armrest, exposing her dripping, cum-glazed pussy. Her fingers spread her lips wide, clit peeking swollen and red, begging. Dean's cock, perpetually hard in their frenzy, throbbed at the sight, a bead of precum welling at the tip.