One Direction Daddy Kink Novels & Stories

he asked daddy. "Her cunt is for my cock's pleasure alone," daddy smiled whilst still holding my skirt up for the gathered men to see my pussy. "But if anyone wants a taste, I'll let you have some of that mixed cum that's flowing out of her cunt right now." A few of the men came up and ran their fingers through my slit and daddy hugged me and squeezed my tits. Another man got daddy's attention. "I understand that you want to keep her cunt to yourself," he said. "But seeing you two has got me so horny. How about letting me get my cock sucked by her?"

He pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "When Daddy is on your body," he growled, his eyes blazing up at her from between her thighs, "you need to learn that every single action of yours must be with permission." His voice dropped even lower, becoming something dark and dangerous and devastatingly arousing. "Do you understand me, you naughty, cock-loving slut?" The words were followed by a sharp spank directly to her pussy, making her back arch off the mattress. "Fuck! Y... yes! Yes, daddy!" Anny cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.

"Fucking shit. Please don't stop, daddy. Don't stop fucking me. I want you to empty these big daddy balls inside my boy's fertile pussy. Want to fill your spunk in my gut making my belly big. Please make my belly big, daddy." Well, fuck. If I didn't already love my son, I'd love him after that. I was so damn lucky that I had Brad and that he accepted his father's particular kink. A kink that now, after hearing my son talk like that, had me ready to shoot. I drove my hips faster into Brad.

“Fuck. Say it again.” “Daddy, please—” “That’s my girl.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist, fingers ripping her panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning, curling perfectly, stroking that spot that made her see stars. She was soaking wet and dripping down his hand as he pumped in slowly and deliberately, watching her face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark velvet. “So wet for Daddy. This pretty little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

Mark kept his fingers buried deep inside her, thrusting them harder and faster. The wet sounds were muffled by the water, but they still felt dangerously loud to him. His thumb pressed firmly on her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles while two thick fingers curled and stroked her inner walls. “That’s it,” he growled quietly against her ear, his voice low and filthy. “Cum on Daddy’s fingers like a good little slut. Right here, with your mom sleeping just a few feet away. Let me feel how bad you’ve been wanting this.”

Save my number in your phone. Me: Okay, dad. Unknown: Are you into the Daddy kink? Me: Don’t you have enough girls into your Big Daddy kink? Casanova: None of them are you. Me: There’s a reason for that. Casanova: And what is that reason? Me: Self-respect. Restraint. Taste. Casanova: Ohhh, taste. Tell me more.

“No one else gets to fuck this cunt. No one else gets to make you scream. Only Daddy. I will fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want. Even right here in your school parking lot where anyone could hear how loud my baby girl moans for her father.” The risk, the possessiveness, and the relentless pounding of his thick cock pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, my pussy clamping down around him like a vice as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. I buried my face in his neck and screamed his name, my walls fluttering and milking his shaft. Daddy did not slow down. He fucked me through my orgasm with deep, powerful strokes, his own release building fast. “Going to fill you up agai

“What’s your name?” “It’s Alexei. What do you want in return?” I can hear my dad’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I start to back away. He reaches out, grabbing onto my wrist and holding me in place. Little shocks of pleasure rush all through my body at his touch, and not even the jingle of his handcuffs can put a damper on this rush of arousal. “Tell me,” he says, even though I know he can hear my dad getting closer too. “I want you to pop my cherry,” I whisper in a rush as he drops my hand, and right before I scurry away, I see his eyes widen in surprise and then darken with a pure, raw need that has me nearly orgasming on the spot.

“Oh God, Daddy, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I slam forward as he makes me come, slopping water over the side, and my hair is slimy with conditioner, pressed to my cheek as Daddy fucks me with his fingers and my ass burns and tightens. I’m a shuddery mess, my mouth open as he keeps circling my clit, and I want him in me. I want him in my pussy. I want Daddy’s cock inside me. “Yes…” I whisper. “Oh, Daddy, yes…” I jerk, and wriggle and hiss. His fingers keep on fucking my ass. My clit tickles and pulses and I cry out, my legs trembling.

“Uncle Rafe’s using your mouth. Uncle Dex is using your cunt. And Daddy’s going to use what’s left.” He dropped to the sofa, one hand on my clit, rubbing slow circles in my own juice, the other slick with it, pushing a finger into my ass. I jolted with my mouth full of Rafe, my pussy full of Dex, and Daddy’s finger stretching me, curling just enough to make me whimper. “Say the names,” Damian ordered, curling his finger, the digit sinking to the knuckle. “All of them. Or I stop.” I pulled off Rafe’s cock just enough to cry, spit was stringing to the head, “Daddy… Uncle Dex… Uncle Rafe… I’m yours, all of you, please don’t stop—”