Seducing Daddy Romane & Geschichten

' *You're naughty, aren't you? *Take a wild guess, daddy* she adds a smirking emoji. I smirked too as I punched some words and pressed send. *I love the word 'daddy' and for teasing me, don't you think you deserve some sort of punishment?* * How exactly?* I felt a rush of heat pass through my body. I thought of the many ways I would 'punish' her when I finally get the chance to --when I lock her up in the enclosed prison of my bedroom.

"What do you want me to do next, Daddy?" "Put your fingers in your pussy. I want to see you cum right before my eyes," I didn't even waste time. I was waiting for him to ask for that part. I deliberately took my time in playing around with the surface, while I mould my breast with the other free one. All the while Damian restraint kept diminishing. "Fuck! You fucking know how to tempt a man, Sophia," "All for Daddy," I winked and finally plunged my fingers inside my pussy. I took it out and plug it in again before increasing my pace. My head jerked back on the bathroom walls as I felt a sweet sensation building up inside of me.

"He never did anything inappropriate. He never sent me any signals or...or touched me or tried to watch me naked or anything. He was just a perfect daddy like you've heard me say before. But I...God I saw him like other women see him for the first time, and I realized how badly I needed him. I don't know if subconsciously I had planned it, but when we went up the coast, I started to...be, uh, available to him, I guess. No, that's a lie too. I seduced him. I talked like a little slut, I got him going, turned his innocent father's touch into something much more intense. I moved his hands to where I wanted them. I slid against him and cuddled and rubbed on him as much as I could. And, eventuall

The heavy click sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to my dripping core. “Come here, baby girl,” he said, standing tall and powerful in the center of the room. I walked toward him on shaky legs and looked up. Daddy looked so commanding like this—broad shoulders filling out his scrubs, jaw clenched with barely restrained lust, eyes dark with raw possession. He was twice my age, my mother’s husband, and right now he was staring at me like I was his favorite, darkest secret. “I want you to taste how Daddy’s cock feels,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “I want that pretty mouth wrapped around it like a good little whore.”

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

Casual mentions to Dad about how Camille seemed to be struggling with basic adult responsibilities. Fourteen years of careful groundwork, positioning myself as the responsible daughter, the achievable dream, while slowly crushing Camille's confidence, her relationships, her sense of self. The college rejection was particularly inspired, if I do say so myself. All it took was one tearful conversation with Mom about finding Camille's "secret" diary, filled with dark thoughts and destructive plans. Plans I'd written myself, of course, in Camille's childish handwriting that I'd spent months practicing to forge.

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

A dark, determined smile slowly spread across my face. Now that I had tasted what Daddy’s skilled fingers and mouth could do… I wanted everything. Tomorrow morning at 8 a.m., during the final breeding scene with Max and his stepdaughter, I would wear the most provocative dress I owned — something tiny, sheer, and slutty that would show off every curve. I would bend over at every opportunity, making sure the lights caught my body from every filthy angle. I would brush against him. I would “accidentally” let my dress ride up. I would do absolutely everything in my power to seduce my cold, commanding Daddy until that iron facade cracked and he was trembling with pleasure that came only from me.

he barked, and I smeared that spunk all over my cheeks and neck, then sucked my fingers into my mouth, licking the flavor of him off them. He helped me off the floor and walked me backward to the bed. I slowly lowered myself onto it while staring up at him. “Please, Daddy. Please stuff my virgin pussy with your thick cock.” I watched in excitement as he tore off his clothes, letting me see that big, masculine body. His hairy chest made my pussy clench and weep even more. I slid my hands through his sweat-dampened chest hair, my fingers moving over his hard nipples. “Fuck me, Daddy. Take your little girl’s cherry. I saved it just for you. Make me your good little slut.”