Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

The priest was no joke of a person. My father stepped forward, sensing my hesitation and subtle fear. His face was a mask of pure rage. "High Priest, my son is a fool. A big fool. He exposed her to his wife. He let his craving, stupidity, and genitals decide for him. He flaunted her, and now the path is blocked. The girl is nowhere to be found.” Silence loomed. The priest's gaze returned to me. Even if he didn't see me, I felt naked in his presence.

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

"I desecrate the Eucharist with my pussy juices, rubbing the wafer on my slit before swallowing it. I pee while riding your face, Father, drowning you in my golden stream as your holy tongue lap it up. Then you fuck me ruthlessly, opened bible pages sticking to our sweaty skin, and smearing with our fuck juices." Her voice broke into a whine. "Incest fantasies too, even though you're not blood—imagining you're my daddy priest, disciplining your naughty daughter with your dick. Spanking my bare ass, then soothing it with your tongue before sodomizing me. 'Take Daddy's dick, Hera,' you say, and I do, creaming on your shaft like the incestuous slut I am." Father Richard groaned audibly, the sou

I moaned in my head. "That means so much to hear," My dad told the priest whose cock was in my mouth. "We're very lucky to have you as our priest." The base of my tongue pressed against Father Daniels' head and swirled around, tasting his delicious, addictive precum. I wondered who was the last lucky woman to get to taste him. "I am honoured to hear that." Father Daniels told him. My mouth opened wider, and I took Father Daniels cock deeper. I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft and massaged his head with my tongue. He was... fuck, he was perfect.

The sound of the shower running filled my ears, and my head began imagining things. He was in the shower. Naked. Water poured over that sexy body of his. Good lord. I had seen Claire's dad a few times on TV. He always had a suit on and looked like the billionaire he was known to be. Who knew under all those clothes that there was a sex god? I wanted to gush about him with someone else. But Claire was my only friend... And his daughter. I might as well swallow my thoughts and never speak of them. "Dad, I know you can hear me!" Claire screeched, pouting her lips.

"Now the book offers some advice on what to do: 'The girl who wisheth for her father to giveth her attention, she shall taketh off her clothes, so that he may see her as she was borneth.'" "Um, my clothes?" Madison said uncertainly. "You mean, I should let Daddy see me... naked?" "That's the advice of the scriptures, my child," He said, his boner already uncomfortable. "How about we, uh, practice?" "Practice?" "Yes. You can, uh, take your clothes off and, um, pretend I'm your father. It's okay, I'm your priest." Madison looked very uncertain, glancing down at her body. "I don't know. It's a bit embarrassing."

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.

Gael shakes his head. Gael Slater: My dad gave it to me. The boy shrugs moving around the desk. Halo Noel: Can I see it? Gael hands Halo the leather-bound book, reading the simple yet intricate title, impressed. Halo Noel: Tom Sawyer. He runs his right hand over the worn leather spine. Halo Noel: Is your father coming to pick you up? Halo checks his watch, notices the time, and sits up. - Usually, Gael would be the first to leave, as his father was never tardy. So, seeing the boy hanging back feels odd to the attentive teacher.

He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to mark me. “You will sneak to me every single night even after Mia even after the other sisters return to normal life,” he growled. “You’ll wear my remote toy during prayers. You’ll let me fuck you in the confessional while they sing hymns outside. And when your belly finally rounds, you’ll thank me while the convent celebrates the ‘miracle.’” “Yes, Daddy! I’ll do anything,” I sobbed, tears of ecstasy streaming down my face. Another violent orgasm ripped through me, my pussy milking his cock greedily.

Boy “Until one day, the father no longer took his son for treatment. It caused me conflict to find out, so I confronted him by asking why he decided not to take his son to treatment any more. As he calmly told me that his son was fine, he offered me the opportunity to see him. I went to the address, the date, and the time he'd given me. This is getting very complicated. “The place was the back of a church, where the priest lived. It wasn't just any priest. Demonology was one of his specialities, and he had participated in various exorcisms. All of this was ridiculous to me, but I will never forget what I saw that day. I won't go into details, but I do want to tell you that we are not alone.”