Gay Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

My cock was already half hard, reacting to the attention, to the money. Then a notification popped up. It was so big it filled half my screen. A private session request. From Daddy69. The amount made my heart stop. Ten thousand dollars. Under it, a message. "Private now. I want You To Call me Daddy. You'll not be coming until I say."

“Not fucked. Just messed around. There’s a difference.” “Did you at least lock the door?” “Of course I locked the door. What do you think I am, an amateur?” Nash is laughing. “This is why you’re my favorite. No shame whatsoever.” “Shame is boring.” Xavier turns to me. “Arrett. Truth or dare.” “Truth.” “Boring. Fine. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done sexually?” I think about lying but there’s no point. “Had sex in my dad’s office during a company party. Girl from Westbridge. We snuck up there during cocktail hour.”

Everything I ever wished for is finally coming true. I open my mouth for Daddy, and he puts the tip of his cock inside me. I hollow my cheeks and suck him in deeper. I’m rewarded by a throaty grunt. “Layla, you were made for sucking Daddy’s cock,” he says, losing control and thrusting into my mouth a little. “This is how I will take all your little girl holes, you hear me? And you’ll let me.” “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

“Let Daddy feel this greedy pussy milk my cock.” The orgasm tore through her violently. Bella screamed, walls spasming around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed over her. Damien followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding her with thick, hot cum. He held her there afterward, still impaled on his cock, stroking her back and whispering praise. “Such a good girl taking her risky punishment. My perfect little pet.” Bella collapsed against his chest, collared, claimed, and utterly spent. The charity gala felt like another world. Here, in the dark back seat with Daddy’s cum leaking down her thighs, she had never felt more owned.

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

Ghazi blurted my impropriety easily as if he's been gossiping all his life. "Oh, my god, so scandalous. Where is he? Is he hot?" Ghazi nodded and told Remy he'd invite him for a threesome if he's gay. "You're not going to let this go aren't you?" I asked my Iranian sugar daddy. "Why should I? It's more fun to tease you, love. Oh, Jacqueline...I'm sorry you have to be a third wheel with me all the time. Why don't you invite him to the villa for lunch tomorrow?"

“He chased me like a thief, it scared me. I felt like I was compelled until I eventually wanted him. At the time, I didn't even realize I was in such a cage.” Cara claimed she began to seriously enjoy his wealth, all his money and attention, he was like a sugar daddy. It hit me right then. My dad used to be a sugar daddy to women in the past. Brittany just sat there with a quiet calm, taking in everything with a nod. At this point it seemed she had long accepted her fate, or maybe she had already known and could not be surprised any further.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

We stayed joined against the wall until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking down my leg made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence of him

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter