Milk Me Daddy Novels & Stories

“And please spare the'sir’. We’re not in the school, and so you don’t have to call me by it.” Should I call him Daddy, then? Thinking that I would be calling him Daddy makes my pussy wet, especially since I’m wearing nothing under my shirt! I’m completely naked under it, and I am here talking casually at my fuckbuddie’s father. I can feel something in between my legs, so I decided to take a seat on the stool bar behind me. My throat ran dry as his dark eyes followed my movements. I was about to sip on my glass of milk when it accidentally slipped from my hand and the milk poured on my shirt! Making my peaks visible.

he snapped, pulling out and yanking my head back by my hair. “No, Daddy,” I gasped, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. “You're a bad girl.” He slapped my tit lightly, making it jiggle. “That pussy belongs to me now and you don’t touch it unless I allow it. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy.” I sniffed. He stroked his cock slowly in front of my face. “Since you signed the contract, I’m going to reward you tonight but first, you’re going to swallow every drop of my milk.”

Cole shouted the words, “Milk your daddy, honey. Make daddy proud of your tiny cunt. I will soon fuck this brown, shit spurting hole that you seem to want to keep hidden from me! I will fuck it so hard that you can not even walk straight when I am done with you. You heard me, slut?” “Yes, daddy.” And with those words, she squirted her cum all over the ground like a good girl!

I want to feel him pressed up against me. “Daddy,” I moan. His hands go to the other strap, and he jerks it down, exposing me to the light of day. He leans back, my nipple popping from his mouth. A small bead of milk hangs from the tip, and I watch, transfixed, as he laps it up.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

“So fucking perfect.” He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, drinking from me with deep pulls that sent electric pleasure straight to my core. I cried out, fingers threading through his hair. He switched sides, kneading the other breast until I was trembling, milk and saliva dripping down my skin. “Daddy… please…”

Fresh slick drips down my thighs. Daddy gives me one last cold, almost bored look. “Maybe if you’re still wet and needy tomorrow,” he says, gesturing lazily at Bob’s heavy cock, “I’ll give you the real deal. We’ll have fun…” I shake my head fast, tears already spilling. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s not part of the play. This is—” “Oh but the fans love it,” Daddy cuts in smoothly. He glances at the camera. “Am I right, guys?”

The milk is warm and has a hint of vanilla I drink the whole thing falling asleep in daddy's arm. The next morning it's Friday, I don't want to go to school I try to whine and tell my daddy I'm sick but he doesn't buy it and still gets me out of bed and dressed. I didn't do my homework yesterday when I tell my daddy so he's furious at me.

“Come all over me while I fill you up.” He slams up to meet me, once, twice, and then he’s coming, spurt after thick spurt of hot cum flooding me deep. The feeling tips me over; I scream, pussy milking him, whole body shaking as I collapse forward. He holds me tight, cock still twitching inside me, both of us panting. I’m half-asleep already, nuzzling his neck, mumbling against his skin. “I love your cock, Daddy… love it so much…”

Leaving me naked for him. “Daddy..... I will try,” I said, taking one bit in my mouth, and he started cuddling my breasts. “Daddy are you not hungry,” I asked, trying to eat. “Yes, I am a hungry princess for you,” he said, I giggled. “Daddy, you also need stamina,” I said, eating a bit of pasta. “Your daddy already has so much stamina,” he said, rolling his fingers on my nipples. “Hmmmmmm Daddy,” I said with a moan.