Grand Daddy Assjob Novels & Stories

"Okay, don't laugh before you're in the bathtub, big guy." "Then stop making me laugh." "I'm not even trying to make you laugh! You have terrible humor and will laugh at anything I say." He snorts but turns silent when I glare up at him. Amusement is dancing in his eyes, and his dimples are showing. Bastard. Why does he have to be so GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL?! It's driving me insane! "I'm going to crouch down and remove your pants now. Can you grip the side of the bathtub?"

"Don't mention God with that foul mouth of yours! I can't believe I have a granddaughter as bad as you! A filthy bitch who's incompetent at anything other than spending money and venting her sexual appetite with men! What other schemes are you doing with those cheap men, huh? I told you not to do anything! Stay like a corpse until the situation is conducive! You won't be able to accomplish anything, so why are you trying to accomplish anything? What is one of your male mistresses doing, huh? Tell him to stop right now!" My head hurt from Grandpa's voice, which never dropped below four octaves. My alcohol-fogged brain was unable to digest whatever Grandpa was complaining to me about fully.

Drake’s cock than anyone anticipated. Mr. Grier wasn’t done just yet with Cady. He helped her put her leg up on the desk, crooked like she was trying to climb on it, giving him a clear view of her tiny puckered ass. He spit on his semi hard cock and rubbed it in as he spread her ass cheeks and licked the tiny hole causing her to hold nothing back. “Oh, you’re such a dirty boy, Mr. Grier!” She moaned loudly. “Oh baby, rim that ass. Yeah you know how I like it don’t you, Mr. Grier.”

Grandpa Jason reached around and gave my ass an enthusiastic slap as his thrusting became sporadic and he lost the military precision of his rhythm. “God damn, Janice, if I’d have known your pussy was this tight I’d have given you a fuck instead of a voucher for the shopping mall back when you turned eighteen.” “Better late than never, Grandpa,” I said. “That’s true, honey.” Grandpa Jason extracted himself from my well-abused slit with obvious reluctance, his cock not looking deflated in the slightest, and searched out his clothes, as all my other Daddies also appeared to be doing. I was too tired to even move from my cum-soaked position.

He guides his cock downward and presses the bulbous head against my tight backdoor. “Daddy, that's not meant for that! You're too big!” “You'll loosen up when daddy gets in there. Come on, babygirl, daddy's always wanted to fuck a kinky slut in her ass.” “Do it with someone else, then!” “Why?” he laughs, “When I got you right here, all tied up for me?” His dick proceeds, splitting my ass open with his massive hard-on. I grunt, his cock so thick that the pain is far greater than anything his finger could possibly achieve. I hold my breath, taking his dick a little at a time as my ass learns to accept him.

“You’ve had enough fun. It’s time to get your ass back to work. Stop messing around and do your job.” Franklin pressed his lips together, head bowed. A long, regretful breath escaped him. “Grandpa, I can’t focus. My chest hurts every time I remember you took Christy from me. I can’t read two words on a page without thinking about how you—how you slept with my girl.” He lifted his gaze, anger, frustration, and pain blazing in his eyes.

Whiskey daddy vs candy daddy. He hoists her with an arm around her waist, then unzips his pants with expert moves and pulls it down along with his boxer. He grabs his cock with one hand. “Are you ready, bella?” He asks and grinds the head of his cock on Candace’s soaked folds. “Whoa?!” Candace pushes his shoulders. “Condom!” He huffs with annoyance. “Do we have to?” He asks and pushes his cock between her folds more. Candace jumps on his lap with shock. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Just as I gap a bit, he slips in his tongue, pushing in as much as I can take. “Oh, daddy…” I squirm. “Your tongue is so good… So good on my fucking ass… Hmm…” I bounce my ass, taking more of his tongue. “Fuck me… Tease my asshole… Yeah, I had it flushed for daddy…” I confess like a moron. “Oh, fuck…” He pulls out and laughs, in sheer mockery. “Daddy loves a clean ass.” He pulls my cheeks wide open, stretching the walls of my ass, and slips in a finger.

“Your ass was made for my cock, Ty.” “Yes, Daddy,” he panted, his head falling back as he started to move, riding me in reverse, his back arched, ass bouncing in the water. “Feels so good. So fucking big.” I thrust up hard, making him cry out, the water sloshing around us. “Take it,” I said, my voice rough. “Take every fucking inch, you little slut.” He moaned louder, his hips moving faster, his ass clenching around my cock. “Fuck me harder, Daddy,” he begged. “Ruin my hole.”

“Look at you. Such a pathetic, dripping mess. Begging and crying for Daddy’s permission to come. You’re going to remember this the next time you think about teasing me at work.” He leaned in again, this time pushing two fingers deep into my ass while his tongue returned to my clit. The new sensation made me wail. “Fuck— Daddy— that feels so dirty— please—” “You like having your tight little ass played with while I edge this cunt?” he growled against my folds. “Such a filthy girl. Maybe next time I’ll fuck this ass while I deny your pussy for hours.” I was a broken, sobbing wreck, hips grinding desperately against his face as he brought me right to the edge again and again — only to pull away