Perverted Daddy Novels & Stories

Even though my body is aching to be filled, it's Daddy's sheer energy that manipulates my actions. And Daddy's hand helping me along! He doesn't touch me, no. Daddy's hand goes to his cock, and as his eyes keep their gaze on me, his hand begins to stroke his cock. Oh my god, Daddy! You pervert! But I'm a pervert as well, because my attention won't leave his cock as it grows in every dimension. The more he beats it, the longer and fatter it gets, until Daddy successfully brings himself to full mast. His dick is just as big as

I knew that he never messed with his words. "I've put him in prison. I've also paid someone to teach him a lesson in there. He won't be safe even if he's in the hands of the police." Asher told my father. His sweet demeanor turned stern. Asher became a cold and intimidating figure when he was with my father. They both had power and money that could move anything to work for them. "Daddy's here. Take it easy, Daphne. I'll take your revenge on that bastard." Dad hugged me back tightly. I was relieved and saddened that he came when I was like this.

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

clamps on my labia, pulling them wide as he fucked my ass, the tug intensifying every slide. 'Scream for Daddy, let the city hear.' Moans turned to wails. 'Ahh, fuck, it's too much... give me more!' His daddy fetish deepened our bond, roleplay weaving into reality. 'Call me that always,' he'd demand, spanking my ass red while I knelt. 'Yes, Daddy, punish your naughty girl.' Degradation laced with care. 'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious.'

“We faked it for Zade. Not like he gives a shit, but your dad would buy it, right? Don’t worry. I’d play my role perfectly.” He stared at me like I’d offered him a kidney. Then he sighed. “Uhmm… my dad is a pervert, Camila.” He said it so calmly it made my stomach twist. “Are you willing to lose your virginity to him? Because he’d definitely want to bang any girl I bring home and call my girlfriend. He always ‘tests’ them. That’s… his thing.” “What?” My voice cracked. “What the hell? Is that even normal?” He bit the inside of his cheek.

“I feel you trying to hold back, baby, but you’re not going to. Not while your Daddy is fucking your pussy and finger-fucking your ass, getting it ready for later. You’ve got the best hottest pussy, baby girl. Give it to Daddy and squirt all over my cock. Daddy is fucking your pussy so hard you little slut.” “Daddy!” I screamed. “You are fucking me! You’re fucking your little girl! I don’t want to rub anymore, Daddy! I want fucked! Fuck me, Daddy! Please! Fuck me! You’re fucking my pussy so fucking good! I love it! You’re taking it so rough!” “Your damn straight I am you little whore.” My Daddy growled against my ear biting my lobe. “Now let that pussy squirt for your Daddy.”

I whimper. “Bad boys get punished. Are you going to touch that dick again without my permission?” He asks as he continues to sink into me before pulling out again. He rubs the tip of his cock against my ass hole and perineum, and I continue to lose my fucking mind. “No, daddy,” I say in reflex. I don’t know what fucking prompted me to call him ‘daddy’, but it felt right. “That’s my good boy,” he says before tightening his grip on my neck and hip.

he cried out, throwing his head back. "Daddy!!" I cried out, squirming underneath him. He was merciless, demanding his next orgasm with his brutal thrusts. I was screaming so loud that I covered my mouth. Daddy lets out a disapproving growl, yanking my hand off my mouth. He grabbed my other hand, pinning them to the bed and intertwining them together. "Holy shit, that's so...h-hard," I squealed, looking up at Daddy. "This is what my little slut wanted, isn't it?" Daddy said in between breathless moans. "Huh? You wanted me to ruin this pussy, huh, little slut?"

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe