Sex With Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

Chelsea. Being fucked and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his cock this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition p**n. Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible. I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man on his desk.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

“He's lying. He can barely even talk through all the fear he's holding back. He's so scared of getting into trouble, Daddy. Just look at him.” “Focus. What else happened, girl?” “Well,” I swallow, pushing the envelope, “I don't quite remember. It was so dark, and I was so tired...” “What?” Daddy asks. I can't help myself. I feel like Daddy needs a story to make it all final. Something so messed up that he'd have no choice but to fire Nick. “I saw Nick pulls his penis out and starts stroking himself...”

I tried turning him away at the door because he was hardly in a state to donate his shit but Mrs Cunningham, the old bat, seemed to think he was a son of hers at the moment and ushered him in. Ryan shook his head sagely and stood up from the hassock to pace the small living room. "The guy was fully pissed, but I remember him muttering something about winning a bet or dare. I think his rich bastard friends like him must have dared him to go donate his sperm for cash, probably while at some booze club." Kiersey tried not to let her heart sink further and further as disgust washed over her. Alcoholism was not in the blood, right? "Do you remember his name? Or address? What he looked like?"

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.

“You’ve been aching for Daddy to ruin you, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned into his hand, legs wrapping tighter around him. “It’s yours… all yours.” He hit that perfect spot over and over, driving me closer to the edge. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me deeper. “Come for me,” he commanded in a low, rough whisper. “Come on Daddy’s cock, but stay quiet. Don’t let them hear what a dirty girl you are for me.” The orgasm slammed into me hard. My walls clenched violently around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me. I cried out against his palm, body shaking, back arching off the creaky bed.

His cock was right there in front of my face, hard and demanding. "If you act as a good girl, Daddy might decide to make you cum." The promise made my nipples hard and my pussy twitched. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his base and started stroking him hard, fast. I took the head into my mouth and sucked him with everything I had. He fisted my hair in his hand tightly, and held my head down his dick, guiding me exactly how he wanted. My mouth on him made a slurping sound, as my spit trailed down to his dick and balls.

Come again," he commands, and I shatter, squirting all over his mouth as he laps it up like he's starving.'" The words hung in the air, explicit and raw, my most private cravings laid bare for mockery. Laughter roared around me, faces twisting in glee at my expense. "Holy shit, Jess, you wrote that? About Darian?" Brittany howled, clutching her sides. Taylor fanned herself, pretending to swoon. "And it keeps going! 'He stands over me, stroking his cock, making me watch as he edges himself. Then he grabs my wrists, pins them above my head, and thrusts back inside, slow and torturous this time, grinding against my clit with every stroke. "You're mine now," he says, his voice rough with possess

"Yes! Fuck me harder, Daddy!" He did, his hips snapping, cock pistoning in and out. "Like that? Daddy's big cock ruining your little cunt?" "Oh god, yes! I love calling you Daddy... does it turn you on? Hearing your stepdaughter beg for your dick?" My dirty talk flowed, making him growl and thrust even harder. "Fuck yes, it does. Keep talking dirty, baby." He pounded relentlessly, turning me into a moaning mess, screams echoing, body jolting with each impact.

“Yes, D-daddy…” And my stepdad started fucking me. “Ahhhh! Uncle, this is delicious!” I moaned. "No, baby. You call me daddy when I fuck you!” "Daddy! Please! Harder!” "You're so horny, baby. You still have sex on your mind all night long..." "You're so good, daddy. Fuck me!” My whole body shook as his movements on top of me became faster. His big, fat cock was moving in and out of me. It felt like I had only imagined this before.