Perverted Daddy System Novels & Stories

Bucking my hips back and forth, I impatiently waited for my father to be finished with his presentation while rubbing and teasing my pussy with my fingers. “We’ll have a look at the stats and come up with a plan,” Daddy said to my father. My father gathered his materials and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. The men let out a collective, pleasure-filled sigh as the door closed. Daddy pushed back his chair and stood up, holding a hand underneath the table for me. “Come here, sweetheart,” Daddy ordered. “Let Daddy see that pretty face of yours.” With my face covered with cum, I crawled out from underneath the table. Daddy took my hands and helped me to my feet, then placed me on t

I never denied any of that. “She showed a special interest in a man who was hung up on the square for a week, with, well, I won’t get into details.” “His pecker was gone?” I said with a smirk. “Yes,” Isaac swallowed as he briefly reached for his own dick. Men have a hard time thinking of any pain involving their dick. You mention a kick in the balls and watch them all flinch or reach for their nut sack. “I already told you this. My father came up with a system to punish everyone, and my brother used that same system. A hand if you steal, your tongue if you speak out… So… what do you reckon losing a pecker is punishment for?”

“I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours” I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. “You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

“My daughter is right down the hall unpacking, and I’m still breeding this greedy womb. Feel how full you are? How stretched? That’s all daddy’s seed. I’m going to keep pumping you until your belly swells and you have no choice but to tell her the truth—that you let her father knock you up like a filthy whore.” His hips snapped harder, the wet slapping of skin on skin dangerously loud. Cum from earlier loads frothed white around his pistoning cock, spraying out onto the marble floor with every brutal plunge. He reached around and rubbed my clit viciously, forcing my body toward another shattering orgasm despite how sore and used I already was. “Come for me,” he demanded, teeth grazing my nec

the woman moaned, and I froze, snapping my focus from the massive cock leaking pre-cum just feet from me, to the porno on the screen. “I love fucking my little girl. You take Daddy so well, stretching around me so your cunt is strangling my dick until I’m gonna blow my wad in my daughter’s wet little pussy.” I felt my eyes widen at what I heard and what I was watching. My father was jerking off to… daughter/daddy p**n? I didn't know how to feel, how to react. Did this mean my dad was into this kind of stuff? Did this mean I could be wholly honest with him, and he’d accept what I wanted?

“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.

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.

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..."

“Why do I get the feeling that’s not just about the staff schedule.” A real smile crossed her face then, quick and sharp. “Because you’re not stupid. I like that too.” She glanced at Adriano, and something unspoken passed between them, before turning back to me. “Your father would have liked you. Daniel always said he wanted a daughter who has sharp wit, and is smart. Looks like he got his wish.” (I don’t know if sharp wit means “ask too many questions”, but I don’t want to say “ask too many questions”)