Touch Me Daddy Novels & Stories

“I’m not done with you yet, Mark.” He started to protest again, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “This is crazy. We can’t—” She stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, water dripping down her face, her voice low but steady and confident. “I know you want this… And it’s happening. You just need to take charge of this… Seduce me, Daddy.” The word “Daddy” hit him like a switch. Something dark and hungry flashed across Mark’s face. The careful restraint he’d been clinging to finally snapped.

Isabella slapped the phone from my hand. It shattered on the floor. "Done with the act?" Her voice was shrill. "Get your bastard on his knees and apologize to my son! Kneel!" I held Leo close, glaring at her. "You hurt him, and you want the victim to apologize?" "Ha!" Nico swaggered over, grinding the shattered phone under his heel. "Didn't you tell Mommy, Leo? At school, the other kids get in line to shine my shoes for me."

“So fucking sweet. So much better than I imagined. I shouldn’t be doing this… but I can’t stop. You’re too perfect, my little girl.” His free hand slid lower under the water, cupping my mound possessively. My thighs quivered at the contact. “Daddy… mmm…” I gasped as his two thick fingers parted my sensitive folds and rubbed slow, firm circles over my swollen clit. “Oh… oh fuck…” I cried out, hips bucking up into his touch. “Daddy… yes… right there,” I whimpered, grinding against his hand while still stroking his massive bulge. “You’re so hard for your little girl. Does touching me like this turn you on this much?”

he said, voice rough and low, thumb circling one nipple until I gasped. ‘You like that, do you not? Feeling me mark you like this.’ His touch sent sparks straight to my core, making my thighs press together, slickness building between them. I nodded, words caught in my throat, but he wanted more. ‘Tell me, baby. Say it.’ ‘I love it, Daddy,’ I whispered, voice trembling with need. ‘I love your cum on me. It makes me feel so dirty, so yours.’ My hands came up to cup my breasts, pushing them together, showing him the glistening trails.

My body turned hot, begging and pleading for those finger to slip down to where I need it most. A sob rose against my throat. “Daddy…” I whimpered, struggling to hold his gaze. “Daddy…. Please…..” “Please what?” He asked, tilting his head with so much sarcasm in his eyes. “Please… please touch me……” “Touch?” The smile on his face stretched and he slipped the tip of his index finger into my mouth, pushing it deeper and taunting me with every thrust. My body twitched, my pussy needing that attention.

And you’re going to call me Daddy for real while I finally give you what you’ve been begging for on camera. My fingers froze on the keyboard. I should type “no.” I should type “this is insane.” I should block him and burn my hard drive. Instead my traitorous hands typed back: Me: Yes, Daddy. The second I hit send, another $1,000 tip hit my account with a single line: DaddyD: Good girl. Now finish that show for me. Come on that pillow thinking about how I’m going to stretch you open the second I get home. I did exactly what he told me.

Daddy looked perfectly composed in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms, while I was already squirming in my seat. “Eat, babygirl,” he said calmly, cutting into his steak. “You’ll need your strength tonight.” Every few minutes he would tap his phone under the table, increasing the intensity of the vibrator for a few seconds before lowering it again. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. Halfway through dinner, the vibrations suddenly jumped to a strong, steady pulse right against my G-spot. “Ah Daddy…” I whimpered, gripping the edge of the table.

Daddy moaned as I undid his zipper and reached for his hard cock, still clothed in his briefs. "Hmm... Touch me, please" I whimpered. "Touch me, please, daddy" I begged. "I... I can't... I can't tame myself when I am with you. Please touch me" I was earnestly begging. "We talk after this." He said in a stern tone before moving his hand to my pussy. I moaned long in pleasure as the pressure of his fingers on my clit moved just right. "Yes... Yess...." I hissed in pleasure before pulling him in for a kiss again.

“I belong to you, Daddy.” He rewarded her with faster strokes, three fingers now, filling her perfectly. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the office. Sophie’s toes curled, her whole body tightening. “And who gets to touch this pretty pussy?” “Only you—oh god, only Daddy!” His fingers curled again, hitting that spot relentlessly while his thumb pressed firmer on her clit. She was so close, right there— He stopped. Pulled out completely. Sophie sobbed in protest, hips grinding uselessly against his thigh.

I have a feeling my entire body is one nerve ending when it comes do Daddy’s touch. When I let my foot trail up the inside of his calf, I notice him shift in his seat and grunt. Mom asks him if he had a rough day at work. “Lot’s of heavy lifting today,” he tells her. “Maybe you should consider getting a massage,” Mom says. Daddy’s brows lift as he seems to think that over. Then his gaze moves to mine as he says. “Maybe that’s exactly what I need, a massage.”