Perverted Daddy System Novels & Stories

Lowering his tone, he spoke softly, "It's time to sleep. Why don't you want to sleep?" But Daniel continued to wear a grievous expression for a long while. Eventually, he climbed down from the bed, tossing the toys and belongings onto the floor outside the door. He then pushed Elliot toward the door. Elliot watched in speechless astonishment as his son threw a tantrum. Being small in stature, Daniel could only push against Elliot's knees with all his might. The child cried out, "Daddy, go away. Daddy is a villain!" He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation."

His body fits perfectly on the screen. Keatton slowly undressed and saw his Daddy gulped. He grabbed the phone and focused the camera on his pussy. “See this pussy, Daddy? This is all yours. No one could have it except you,” and he inserted one finger. “Ohhhhhh. Daddy. Yes, please. Ohhhhh. Please put your big fingers on my pussy. Find my g-spot and fingered me quick. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Do you like that, Daddy? Your son is showing you his pussy. Isn’t this immoral?” and he held the phone on his face and bit his lips.

He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him. He edged her twice—pulling out completely when she got too close—until she was sobbing and begging, the collar a constant reminder of her submission. Finally, he flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and drove back in. The new angle hit impossibly deep, the plug pressing against him inside her. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he commanded, gray eyes locked on hers. His hand gently rested over her lower belly. “Imagine Daddy putting a baby right here. Breeding my sweet little pet until you’re full and round with my child. Would you like that?”

I’m really wet. I’ve never had anything like a daddy before, not since my first foster family all those years ago. Not since Peter ruined everything for me. I’ve never had anyone threaten me with a spanking before either. I circle my clit with my drunk fingers, trying to steady my breath as I speak right into Brian’s ear. “What about you, Daddy Brian? You gonna let him spank me? You gonna watch?” “He’ll spank you his fucking self,” Cain snaps. “Won’t you, Daddy Brian?”

“ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?. She is a devil . She hates me and wants everything for her daughter , do you pretend not to see that too ? ” Isabella rants without mincing words . “ I thought we have passed this Isa . I thought you said I could go ahead and do whatever i wanted to did you not ? ” “ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ”

My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to clit. "Call me Big Daddy. Let me hear how bad you need this," he demanded, teeth on my neck, sucking until there was a mark on my neck. "Oh, fuck daddy, big daddy! Yes! Deeper!" Voice echoed off tiles on the wall, drowned by the shower. He released my wrists, his hand sliding between us; fingers found the clit, rubbing rough circles. "Cum for me. Cum for Daddy! Cum for Daddy." Tension brimmed as he pounded me harder; I bucked wild, chasing an orgasm. "I'm close! Don't stop! Ahh daddy!"

These are just three random characters I've made up for this one shot, the submissive is a trans man (ftm) and the daddy and Master are cis men My daddy and Master have been edging me for hours on this bed. They've used everything they can think of to torture me with pleasure but haven't let me cum, bringing me dangerously close to the edge but never letting me feel the orgasm. They haven't even taken their leather pants off to reward me with their cocks.

The combination of his cock filling me and his finger relentless on my clit was doing something to my entire nervous system that Harvey had never come within a mile of. Every inch of my skin felt electric and alive and humiliatingly responsive. My stepdad's cock was stretching me in ways that made my eyes water and I was building toward a second orgasm when I shouldn't have cummed the first time. ‘Don't come…’’ ‘Don't come on his cock… do not give him that.’ "Come for Daddy, baby." His voice had dropped to something rough and breathless and his finger turned frantic on my clit and I cried out into my arm. "That's it. Come on… give it to me."

“I need to feel you. Need to remind myself you’re alive. That you’re mine.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, gasping. “Daddy…” “That’s right,” he growled, voice dark. “Call me Daddy while I remind you who owns this pretty little body.” He unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down along with my panties. I kicked them off, now completely naked on top of him. His fingers found my already soaked pussy and slid two thick digits inside me without warning.

“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?”