Gay Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

I just remain like an idiot, watching his cock go flaccid, feeling how the streaks of his sperm roll down my body. My mouth. My face. My hair. He slips his cock back in his pants and steps backward. He starts to leave when I stop him with the question “What did my papa do to you?” Once out, I don't stop talking. The slight movement has me drinking his spunk… curiosity indeed kills. This time, it's through a stranger’s filthy sperm. He turns, quite excited as if indulging me. “He stole from me. And your fat-ass groom thinks he’s smart enough.”

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

“Daddy… I’m close. Your cock feels so good. Don’t stop… please make me come.” He thrust harder, faster, his cock pounding into me while his fingers rubbed my clit in quick circles. “Come for me, little dove,” he growled. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Let this tight pussy squeeze me while you fall apart. That’s my good girl. Come for me.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and

I cry out loud without even meaning to. Stephane holds my trembling body in his arms, still thrusting, fucking me hard, taking his own climax with a stubborn relentless cadence that has me coming again, riding on the wave of the first one. Stephane collapses on me, hard chest heaving against mine, we both take a while to catch our breaths. "Daddy's good girl." He says, resting his head against mine, I taste his cool breath on my tongue, my eyes stay closed, I am still caught up in the moment of what we just shared.

Jalen groaned my name, burying himself deep as he spilled inside me. We stayed connected, breathing heavily, kissing softly until our heartbeats slowed. --- Jalen rolled beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Fuck! I didn’t realize how much I missed that,” he said. “Me too,” I answered. “What have you been up to, bunny?” he asked gently, stroking my hair. “Who was that guy this morning?” He asked and I told him everything. I told him about my mother’s sudden illness and death. About how devastated I was. About Austin coming to support me but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about how I fucked Austin, I didn’t want to break him.

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

“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.