Perverted Daddy System Novels & Stories

“I would. I would like that a lot. I’m dying to see that sweet young cunt, I bet your cunt is magnificent.” I add another finger and try to provoke him to keep talking. “What would a fucking pervert like you do to my magnificent cunt?” “I’ll stretch that little pussy so wide, I’ll have you screaming, you filthy little thing. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be sore for a week. I’ll do things to your body that you’ll never forget. You’ll be begging me to do it again, and again, and again. You’ll be ruined for anyone else.” He takes a step forward and a gooey trail of precum drips onto the coffee table. “So c’mon, let Daddy see. Get rid of those shorts.”

Daddy’s voice boomed through the speakers, rough and authoritative: “Arch deeper, you worthless slut. Take every inch like the cock-hungry cum dump you are.” My hand shot straight into my tiny panties. I rubbed my swollen clit in frantic circles, two fingers plunging into my soaked hole as the man on screen pounded her mercilessly. Daddy’s commands kept coming — harder, faster, stop, tease, slap her clit with that fat cock, breed her. I was moaning loudly, legs spread wide, fucking myself to the sound of his voice like the addicted little pervert I had become. “Stop,” Daddy barked. The man froze balls-deep inside her. The woman whined, trying to push back, desperate for friction.

He slaps it against my pussy a few times, then rubs the head over my clit until I’m shaking again. He pushes back in and repeats the torment—long, deep strokes mixed with filthy words about breeding his little girl, about painting me from the inside, about how no one else will ever have this perfect cunt. By the time he finally lets me come a fourth time, I’m a sobbing, trembling mess of pleasure, still desperately holding the model’s pose. Dad pulls out and strokes himself furiously over my spread pussy. “Tomorrow, baby. Tomorrow Daddy’s going to fill you up while you pose. Going to breed this womb while you stay perfectly still for your artist.”

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.

I whimpered, my head rolling back. "That's it," he grunted, his one hand moving from my a*ss to take a hold of my hair. "Be a good girl for me. You’ve been begging for this since the moment I first put that belt on your skin. You want me to ruin you, don't you?" I was delirious, nodding frantically as I arched into the right angle. "Yes... punish me, Daddy... I’m sorry, just don't stop... ah..."

Step into a raw, no-holds-barred world of hardcore er*tica where every craving is dragged into the light and f*cked senseless. This explicit collection delivers nasty, dripping-wet stories packed with rough, filthy encounters — from dominant males claiming their willing (and unwilling) girls, to twisted group gangbang, taboo power exchanges, and degrading pleasures that leave bodies sore, dripping, and begging for more. No vanilla bullshit here. Expect graphic c*cks slamming deep, sloppy holes stretched and used, dirty talk that would make a whore blush, cum-soaked endings, and all the nasty kinks that cross every line. All here. These tales don’t tease — they pound you relentlessly

Daddy had booked a private couple’s treatment room. Once the masseuse left us alone after setting up, Daddy smiled with dark satisfaction. “Lie down on the massage table, babygirl. On your stomach first.” I obeyed, lying face down. Daddy immediately turned the vibrator higher. The professional masseuse returned and began working on my back and shoulders. As her skilled hands moved over my body, Daddy controlled the toys remotely. He changed the patterns on the plug slow, deep pulses, then sudden sharp vibrations — while the vibrator hummed steadily against my G-spot.

The words he spoke next would change everything. “You’re going to call me Daddy.” The word hit me like a physical blow, a shockwave of pure, undiluted lust that made my knees buckle. It was so wrong. It was so filthy. It was the ultimate transgression, the ultimate revenge, and it was the most fucking hot thing I had ever heard in my entire life. Fucking the father. Calling him Daddy. It was perfect. “Now, say it,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for argument.

“No, daddy, no, I'm coming!” I spasm and shudder, my words doing nothing to stop the inevitable. If anything, they only drive my perversion on, strengthening the end result. I shake in daddy's grip, my pussy squeezing his cock repeatedly. It's made all the more intense as daddy responds to my pleas with an open palm, removing his finger and slapping my ass with every fluctuation of energy. “Yeah, fucking come for daddy.” He slaps my ass over and over, beating my orgasm out of me. “Come on daddy's dick!”

I ask. “Yes, Kendra. Alpha wants you exposed when I punish you,” he says. “I am ready, daddy. Come and spank me really good,” I say. Daddy gets up. He begins taking off his clothes. “I think if you have to be exposed, then daddy should too. What do you think, Kendra?” he asks. “I think so too, daddy,” I agree with him. Daddy stands behind me. He presses his hard cock against my ass. “Are you ready to be punished?” he asks.