Sex Stories Daddy Novels & Stories

"Mr. Alistair Blackwood values competence—something you clearly lack, Mr. Adrian. If you want to discuss what happens in bed, perhaps we should start with why you were so desperate to dump your fiancée in a forest just to gain access to this company." Adrian’s face drained of color for a split second before twisting into a vile smirk. He leaned in, whispering harshly against my ear, "You do look like her. But Elaine wasn't as cheap as you. She was naive and stupid. While you... you're just a temptress using a lonely old man. My Daddy might be blinded by lust right now, but once he’s bored with your body, you’ll end up in the same trash heap as Elaine." 'The same trash heap.'

A bouncy booty dance before sex often made him come faster. Seth gave her credit cards and let her roam freely during the day. Keeping her happy was a priority, but he didn’t know much about how to do it in the bedroom, nor did he have the equipment. Eva used her cards and allowance to buy dildos and vibrators to use secretly while Seth was occupied with his online business. She hid them around the house. Over time, she collected bigger models—a large, veiny black one, a purple one large enough to fight off a burglar.

*SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.” “Good Girl ”. He applied ointment on her ass and gave her the pain killers . She gulped three pills in one go with water still tied up in the position. “I guess it’s paining, so I won't fuck you today. I can wait for a month or till you heal.” he says with a slight grin. “You seriously think I'll have sex with you after what you did with me. You're a psycho.” Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain.

“No… no… I touched myself. I did it all by myself. It was a fucking illusion. Uncle wasn’t here last night, I’m even in my room, not the couch like I had imagined. So nothing happened..” Oh god, I face palm myself. Why can’t I imagine another guy instead of him? Like the handsome guy from my work? Or Noah, the hot guy from my college days? Or those strangers I sex text for work. In case you don’t know, I work as a sex caller, where people call and tell me their fantasy. But uncle kale? Fuck, his hotness was out of this world. He was hands down the sexiest man I have ever seen. Last night… his touch felt so real… so freaking real. I had called him daddy as he made me cum again.

I ground down harder, shamelessly chasing every wet stroke of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers. My heavy tits bounced with every movement. Sweat slicked my skin. I could feel how soaked his face already was, how completely I was using him. Using him. My Uncle Jayden. My Daddy. “That’s it,” he growled against my pussy, the words muffled and filthy. “Fuck my face. Drown me in it. Show Daddy how desperate this little pussy is.” I did in a pace that rocked the bed frame. That rocked my world. That made me nothing but a slut for him.

“Oh fuck daddy, ah~” My breasts jiggled with every one of his powerful movements as his hand gripped my waist, pounding into me relentlessly while still staring me deep in the eyes. “You take my cock so good, baby girl,” he grunted, his own breathing coming and going. “Such a good fucking girl for Daddy. I’m going to fuck you just like this until I flood your insides with my cum.” He shifted his angle slightly, and on the next thrust, he hit a spot deep inside me that I screamed.

The brush of his skin against my bare thigh made my pulse spike. “Fuck… don’t..” i shoved again, but it was useles. Do i ever learn? This same act made me lose the case to him. He pressed me harder against the wall, his body a cage, his strength immovable. “Get out, or i scream.” i gasped, though my voice sounded hollow even to me. “Go ahead” his grin was merciless. “Maybe your father would have the pleasure seeing your video.” His voice darkened “imagine his face Hailey. His righteous little girl, moaning for the devil.”

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

His thumb finds my clit, slick with his brother’s cum, and rubs in fast, hard circles while he pounds me. “I’m, oh god, don’t stop, PLEASE, I’m so close, Daddy— Daddy, DADDY—” “Cum.” Craig slams deep. Grinds. His thumb presses hard on my clit. “Cum on your stepdad’s cock and thank me for teaching you.” “THANK YOU, THANK YOU DADDY, OH FUCK, I’M, AHHHHH—”

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.