Perverted Daddy Novels & Stories

His hand was in a fist "Yes, you are weak Gordon! You are a liar and a pervert! You choose to take, steal, abuse and take advantage of young girls for your profit and for your pleasure? You are a f*cking failure and a pervert! You know the way you are treating girls. Your daughter will be treated that way too. Or you don't know? You will give birth sooner or later to a girl and guess what? Guess how she would feel growing up and being treated this way and why? Because her dead beat of a father was a RAPIST!"

I peeked out to look. At the far end of the hallway, Uncle Nick Wilder was marching toward us with his good-for-nothing son, Anthony Wilder, in tow. Uncle Nick was nothing short of a parasite. Back when Mom was still earning a modest living at the factory, he'd borrowed money from her under every excuse imaginable and never paid a cent back. Later, when Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure, Mom had gone to Uncle Nick in desperation. She had even gotten down on her knees outside his house and begged, but he never opened the door. Instead, he cursed through the metal gate, calling Dad a good-for-nothing money pit.

Duke asked. "Alright then. Give me a grandson. You don't want to have a wife but no harm to have a girlfriend. I am giving you one year, Duke. If you don't obey my words, I will shift into the old homes and I will never allow you to see me" Mr. Rodgers threatened him using his weak point. He knew his grandson loved him madly. And he will never let this happen. Hearing this, Duke's eyes darkened. He knew his grandpa was doing this because he knew he would never let this happen.

"Harder... harder... please..." "Beg louder," he commanded, his movements becoming more violent and desperate. "Tell me you're just a hole for me to ruin. Tell me you want me to use you until you're nothing." "Use me!" I screamed, the world blurring. "Ruin me, Daddy. Ruin me for anyone else... please!" "Good girl. You're made for my cock, baby." The slapping of skin against skin was going faster and louder. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Daddy, I'm almost there!" I screamed and I felt his hold on my throat tightened until I couldn't breathe.

He licked it, growled against my skin. "My little rent slut," he said, thrusting harder now—faster, deeper, the couch creaking under the force. "Daddy’s property now. This pussy belongs to me." The words made my clit throb. I hated how my hips lifted to meet his thrusts, how my pussy gushed around him with every degrading name. His hand left my throat briefly—air rushing in sweet and cool—and slid down between us. His fingers found my clit—rough, calloused pads rubbing hard, no gentleness. The pressure was too much—circles that ground down, making sparks shoot up my spine.

All I have on is my little shirt. He lays me on his bed. He spreads my legs and begins to lick me. “Oh daddy, yes,” I moan. Daddy suckles my clit and licks my pussy. It feels so good. I cannot wait to have his cock inside me. “Daddy, will you please give me some cock,” I say. “Now, Kendra, you know I do not like you to talk that way,” he says. “I know, daddy, but I want it,” I say.

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

Power clung to him naturally. Memories flashed through my head, the late nights alone in bed, watching interviews of him, enjoying the rough sound of his voice and touching myself. The humiliating, filthy dreams I had buried and ignored once my mother announced their engagement. He was basically my mother's new husband and my stepfather now. The thought alone made me feel sick. Yet Simon kept looking at me in a way that made me want to throw all my values away. “Welcome home,” he said smoothly. His voice was deep enough to get me wet.

Fuck, I was lying, everything wasn’t fine, I almost kissed his daughter. I glanced back at Riley, she smiled sinfully, and mouthed ‘liar’. I nearly choked. She bite down her lower lips seductively. Her father kept talking, something about extending the trip a few more days. I froze. “A few more days?” I repeated. Riley perked up immediately, smiling wider. “Yeah,” He father said through the phone. “Hope that’s okay?” I stared at Riley, at the devilish satisfaction in her eyes. “Yeah… no problem.” I clenched my jaw and the call ended.

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”