Naughty Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

And, god help me, so fucking turned on. “Yes,” I said, my voice a croak. “Yes, what?” he asked, his voice a low growl that made my dick twitch. I knew what he wanted. I’d heard the stories about Don Moretti and what he did with pretty boys. “Yes… Daddy,” I whispered. The word felt weird and hot and right in my mouth. A slow, mean smile spread across his face. “Good boy.”

Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Gabriel kept Andrea teetering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. His thick, veiny cock was buried to the hilt inside her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, but every time her body started to tighten and tremble toward release, he would freeze or pull out completely, leaving her empty and desperate. “Please, Daddy…” she whimpered, trying to push back onto him. “I need to cum. I’m so close.”

I love this job. As daddy walked out of the Holidays' residence, he felt amazing. He just has a feeling that he'd bred all three of them. And he had. Now he's off to another house with another lonely housewife that he'll please with his big dick and all his naughty toys. My daddy has the best job ever. * * * Kristen felt so hot and wet after writing that naughty story. She knew it wasn't true, though she would love it if it were. She threw herself on her bed, rubbing at her pussy furiously as she thought about her next story.

Her Dad has been trying to sleep with me, but he can't tell me directly because he sees me as a sweet innocent woman that would never do such a thing. News flasshhh!!! I help her with it anyways because why not? And before you ask how I know he wants to sleep with me.. you need to see the way he looks at me, it's terrifying. An couple minutes later there's another knock is on my door and it's her Dad coming to thank me for my help and takes Cassie back when she's done. I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep.

"Rose dear, uh... is there anything that Daddy might do to make things better for you?" "Good morning to you too, Daddy. You know, I have been asking myself... Uh... that exact same question. This... Ohhhh... position in your arms, kissing on you is nice, but it kind of limits my back-door guy from really putting it to my... fuck YES... tight little butt, you know? So this... Ohhhh... bad little girl has come up with a... a very naughty answer. What I want is... yeSSSS... to be all on top of you, kissing... hold still a minute... on you as you hold me like you love me, while this very bright young man continues to give his wonderful skinny cock to me real good up the butt. Plus, just maybe,

All we heard was the wet slap of skin on skin, my broken moans, and McLane’s low growls of encouragement. The bedroom door swung open. Nick stood frozen in the doorway, gym bag slipping from his fingers to thud on the carpet. Twenty-four, taller than his father, more ripped from years of college football and post-grad lifting. His storm-gray eyes like McLane’s widened as they took in the scene: me naked and glistening, straddling his father’s cock, McLane’s hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks, both of us mid-thrust, my pussy stretched obscenely around him.

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”

He’s now in front of me, lodged between my shamelessly open legs, his sticky cock dropping pre-cum and my saliva onto my dress… My wet pulsating cunt. “Oh, honey, Daddy wants your pussy instead.” The request is short, filthy, and the freaking way he grabs my knees, yanks me down in an unfathomable position has me gasping. My head and shoulder are now my seat, and my legs are jacked up so my spread legs are in the air, with my pussy grazing the tip of his cock. “Watch Daddy break your pussy.” He repeats the too-familiar warning, and roughly guiding his cock against the entrance of my body, he pounds my pussy.

It was either that or gossiping about their married kids. “He’s so handsome, tell her Tony.” “I don’t like him.” I laughed at my dad’s comment. He didn’t like any men as soon as they were interested in me. “Tony, stop it. Come on, tell her!” My mom turned to look at me so earnestly I had to look serious. “Patricia said he works in oil and gas…” she pursed her lips to contain her excitement. “That means he’s loaded, Sierra.” “Seriously, mom?”