Seducing Daddy Novels & Stories

I will never bind myself to a woman just because I feel forced to do the right thing. "Sir Mark, you may go inside now," my father's secretary said as she stepped out of his office. She was the first person I met, so I asked her to check on my father so I wouldn't disturb him unexpectedly. Rumors were circulating on the ground floor when I arrived that my dad had brought a woman to his office. Honestly, this wasn't news to me. My dad is a womanizer. I know he looks for women to satisfy his desires. Even in his late 40s, he still has a high sex drive, so hearing about his affairs never surprises me.

Asher immediately rushed into them and pulled me quickly into his arms so that I felt very safe. "Mr. Zannelith?" A sugar baby recognized my father. I immediately attacked him with a question. "What are you doing to my daughter? Look, this restaurant belongs to my best friend, and the men you're dating have companies under me. I could have ruined their careers because of what you did!" Dad looked furious. I pretended to be scared in Asher's arms to make him even angrier and more sadistic in threatening them all.

He seemed to be making an effort, but whether it was sincere or manipulative was still debatable. "I'm going to be his daddy for a while," I replied, my mind already back on the chaos of the night. "And that's not up for negotiation." Dom looked like he wanted to argue, but Marshall elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him momentarily. "We're serious, Dane. We've been thinking about it a lot." "About what?" I smirked, waiting for the punchline. Dom glanced at Marshall again before answering. "We're considering switching to the Daddy side ourselves."

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

“Yes daddy, yes!“ I pressed his head into my pussy, I could feel his tongue, searching, exploring, devouring. “Arhhhh,” I moaned, but he stopped, and instantly replaced it with two of his fingers. “Fuck daddy, yes!,” I screamed, ohh this was way more than pleasure, I could already feel my soul leaving me. “You like it?“ He said roughly. “Yes daddy, I do,” I nodded as I threw my head backward, biting my lips tightly. He looked at my boobs, my hardened nipples couldn't hide from my gown. “I need to suck on those boobs,” he was still working on my pussy.

David Anderson – Sarah's father and the very man who had been the object of my teenage fantasies. As he walked towards the house, I couldn't deny the instant magnetic pull I felt just by looking at him. My heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest as I recalled every reason why I had been so deeply taken with him in the past. My mind ran wild, and a deep longing crept into my veins, making my entire body ache with need. He was practically searing with heat, every inch of him ignited with a smoldering intensity. He still looked the same I remembered–more charming, if that was even possible. His salt-and-pepper hair framed his face in a way that made him look more mature and mysterious, and

He says, hesitantly, yet cold and firm. “Marry me.” I take out his enormous dick, tying my hair into a bun like a pro, licking and sucking the pink throbbing head. I lick and suck the top of his dick till it drips out white liquid. His moans fill my ears. I could feel his body trying to resist, but the game has just began. Who knew a ruthless, cold tycoon could melt at the touch of a simple 24 year old heiress like me?

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

Once my vision comes back from seeing the stars dancing Sebastian removes his fingers from my clit and helps me to stand. My legs feel like jelly as I try to stand up properly but wobble in the process. “Baby girl, we just started. I hope you're ready for me.” Daddy says with dark desired eyes and a smirk that will make any woman wet in her panties. After hearing those words I get even wetter if that is possible. “Now you're going to sit on Daddy’s face so I can get my taste of you.” He whispers seductively in my ear and lays down on the bed.

The contrast between that gentle touch and the filthy things he was doing with his other hand made my stomach flip. “You want this?” he asked quietly, giving himself one slow stroke while still looking at me. I nodded too quickly. “Yes, daddy. Please.” “Then earn it.” His voice was calm, steady, completely in control. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, leaving me empty and aching, then brought them up and brushed the wetness across my bottom lip like a reminder of exactly how ready I was. I could smell myself on his skin. “If you want daddy to fuck you, you’ll have to earn it first.” He stepped back, giving me space, his eyes dark and patient. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”