Perverted Daddy Novels & Stories

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

His voice was a seductive purr as he leaned over my body… his chest lightly resting on my back while I made my decision. I whined a little that was such an embarrassing to say, and I wasn't too sure I was willing to say it, and while I debated on giving him what he wanted he started biting my shoulders and sucking on my neck my brain was going blank I wanted to be touched, I wanted to be bullied, destroyed… but I also didn't want to say or give him what he wants this was hard. “I… I am uh, I am dad- fuck… I'm daddy's big pervert.”

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

[Grant’s POV] I stare at my father as he watches me, his gaze darkening from the anger he is working to hold back, but even then, I don’t back down. For years, I was an obedient son. I did what was expected of me. I tried my damndest to get this mans approval, until I learned the truth. He wasn’t a man that would ever accept anyone unless they would do what it was that he wanted. Even now, that was exactly what he was doing with Rachel. He was using her as a pawn to try to get me beneath his thumb, but that wasn’t going to work.

I was convulsing, shaking, saying all sorts of gibberish as my ass was at his mercy. “Daddy… Daddy please….. aghhhhhhh.. harder.. fuck that pussy like you own it… fuck me dirty Daddy “ "Call me that with those little lips of yours and I’d thrust in harder than you’d ever imagine." Father Kentucky growled as he thrusted hard inside my asshole, shaking my walls and my head. “Fuck me Daddy, I don't care, tear my walls already please…” I screamed as precum started to drip from my pussy while he increased his pace.

the shocked fifty-one-year-old father asked, furiously. "You're not supposed to be home, already, daddy," she complained as she lay there, ravaged, bruised and filled with cum. "So, what present do you have for me, daddy?" she asked, biting her lip and batting him with her cum-stained lashes. "That twerk video," he said, lifting up his fat belly to unclasp his belt and staring at her thiccness with wild, beastly eyes, "was fucking evil!" Cassy wiggled her big ass, winking at him as his eyes stared hungrily over her hot body. "I know. So, how are you going to punish me, daddy?" she asked, prodding the beast in him.

"Oh, Daddy!" Dawn moaned as she looked down at her step-father as he opened his mouth to engulf as much of her puffy pussy-lips as he could. With her two little nipples pinched between her thumbs and fingers, she tugged on them, and added. "I love you so much, Daddy!" He lifted his face from her pussy just enough to reply, "I love you too, sweetheart! I'm so glad my horny, perverted sister opened us all up to this!"

“Grip the chair with your hands above your head.” I eagerly oblige. “One full year of you punishing me, denying me of your pussy.” He pumps his fingers into me slowly. “I couldn’t even look at other women or fuck my cock with my hands.” He adds a second finger into me, tilting my chin with his fingers as he continues to fuck me until I gasp. I lift my hips. “I’ve been going crazy wanting you, Daddy.” He leans, licking the shell of my ear. “You forgot your panties here and the first few weeks I edged myself to the smell of you like a fucking pervert.”

he barked, and I smeared that spunk all over my cheeks and neck, then sucked my fingers into my mouth, licking the flavor of him off them. He helped me off the floor and walked me backward to the bed. I slowly lowered myself onto it while staring up at him. “Please, Daddy. Please stuff my virgin pussy with your thick cock.” I watched in excitement as he tore off his clothes, letting me see that big, masculine body. His hairy chest made my pussy clench and weep even more. I slid my hands through his sweat-dampened chest hair, my fingers moving over his hard nipples. “Fuck me, Daddy. Take your little girl’s cherry. I saved it just for you. Make me your good little slut.”

He completely controlled my hips, forcing me to grind against him exactly how he wanted. ​My thighs were trembling. I was entirely slick, completely betraying my own mind. I wanted him to stop, but I was entirely desperate for him to touch me. ​"Looks like the trail gets narrower up ahead!" my mom said loudly, leaning forward to look out the windshield, completely distracted by navigating the rough terrain. ​The second she looked away from the mirror, Vance made his move. ​His large hand slid right under the oversized hem of my hoodie. He completely bypassed my waist, his rough fingers diving straight under the edge of my short skirt.