Pervert Dad Novels & Stories

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

I gave in to his lustful desires, and ever since then, my dad turned me into a sex-slut-for-hire for wealthy horny men. "They have been waiting for you." Adam's hand was finally on my butt, his blue eyeballs were calm against the red light in the clubroom and I smiled at him. "Well, I was negotiating with the man I was to fuck tonight. He's dead old!" I cussed remembering the man I was to have sex with tonight, he's damn old! How come he is not in his andropause yet? "Did he accept the negotiation? Or he's gonna ask for a refund from your dad?"

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I had a gambler as father, someone who would always cause problems, had debts all over. I wasn't a graduate, no one would hire a college dropout. What was I supposed to do? Become a sex slave for the mafia gang? Wouldn't that have been worse? The post didn't exactly speak about me being a stripper or the deal I signed with Diego in the past but it said I did everything to seduce Diego. Tears were still dripping from my cheeks, how do I face all these people when people had videos of me half naked, even it was the black and white video settings but It was still so embarrassing..

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I say in a shaky voice, my heart stopping as my dad's body tenses with anger, "I'm sorry, I don't have any more pills. I’ll just stay here, I can't go to school while I'm in heat." "You really are nothing but a fucking pervert, aren't you?" he growls, he’s angry so I know this will be awful for me. I start walking backwards when I see he's getting ready, "You're probably waiting for me to force you to go to school and have everyone smell you and want to fuck you, right? You're a sick little fuck, every day that goes by I confirm it more. You disgust me." "That's not e..."

“I know you prefer to keep this quiet and a lot more private but it took a lot of effort to get you out here.” “I don’t need to lay with her. It’s just easier on both of us if I do it the way you saw last night. I’ve had to modify it because several of the girls are so terrified that I can’t lay with them.” “What the hell dad? You’ve got to be joking. You’re going to let the pervert put his hands on her in front of everyone. She’s your daughter. We almost….” “Shut it and park it. No one intervenes.”

The first thing he'd asked me to do was to take off his pants while he'd been in bed. I'd just mentally prepared myself for it when he'd stood up and pinned me down. It had only been later that I'd learned his children had locked him up at home because they'd been afraid he would spawn illegitimate children after constantly sleeping around. That was why his housekeeper and driver were middle-aged men. It hadn't been easy for him to bribe someone—Dad's so-called friend—to help him get someone young and pretty so he could have some action. My family had learned the truth after I'd been violated. However, they'd stopped me from calling the police and even forced me to continue working for the p

I laughed. "Yes I have never seen daddy mad but that day I thought his going to punish him for the rest of his life." "But Perseus got away from any punishment because dad couldn't spank him after he purposely peed his pant," Penelope continues. That was what Perseus did every time dad want to spank him he would pretend to get scared he wet his pants mom always told dad that Perseus was only doing that not to get hiding but dad would always stand up for his son.

He pulled his hand away from her slammed thighs and knelt on the bed at the front of her legs, he reached for her boxer and he pulled it down with her raising her hips naughtly for him. “Do you want daddy?” he asked this time in a more raspy voice, flinging the boxer away. “I always want Daddy and he knows… but I am afraid my pussy still hurts,” she whispered in a moan. He stared at her with a perverted grin on his lips. “Well Daddy has gotten an antidote for that.” he dragged her legs down in a pleasurable manner and drove his tongue deep into her pussy. “Yes, daddy!!!””