Sex With Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

I said, finally. He scoffed, slid in the third finger, and increased his speed. “Come on! Cum for daddy,” he urged. In a few seconds, I felt my walls crumbling as my body shook from my orgasm. He pulled out his fingers and licked them while staring me in the eyes. Then he locked his lips on mine. So I could have a taste of my juice. I could feel his cock on my belly. Long, and hard. It poked at my belly button. He pulled out of our kiss, slapped my ass cheek gently, and said. “Now make daddy feel good."

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."

Jairus’ friend spoke while confronting him as he squeezed the breasts of the girl who was sitting on his knees. "I just want to taste her curvy, sexy body. I don't think I will ever fall for her. Moreover remember it was just a bet to sleep with her! It is easy to get any girl you wish to, crack the code and play by it. Sell the chivalry and make them buy your bullshit.”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

A threesome with my wife and our daughter, my own daughter carrying my baby; but I found myself with few complaints. I drifted off to sleep with my whole life held tight in my arms. ****************** "Ah!" Anna cried out. "Ah! Ah! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh God, fuck me!" "Yes, Mommy, " Sasha said, "Call him Daddy. God, that's so sexy." "Daddy!" My wife cried out. "Daddy, I'm cumming!" "Cum for me," I said, "cum on Daddy's cock."

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.