Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

The kind of wet that made her thighs slick. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly to the screen, imagining it was him. Victor. The man who had taken her in after her mother died. The man who paid for her college, her clothes, her entire spoiled life. The man who was twenty-four years older than her and absolutely forbidden. She knew it was wrong. She knew it was twisted. But that only made her wetter. Her fingers moved faster, dipping inside her tight heat before sliding back up to rub her clit in desperate circles. “Fuck… Daddy, please…”

He was what you would call an obvious playboy. “Are you really Dad’s therapist?” he asked. “Yes.” “That's good. Looks like he's gotten stronger.” I looked at Don George. He smiled at me. Sweetly. Shit, I remembered how hard he thrust last night. I felt like my pussy was still swollen. “Cassandra is very diligent in taking care of me,” Don George said. I didn't know why, but that sounded like it had a different, double meaning to me. I suddenly remembered what happened last night, and I grew even more embarrassed. Good thing they didn't know what I was thinking.

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

“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!”

“So wet, Daddy. I can feel it dripping down my thighs.” His eyes darkened further. He finally slid two thick fingers between my legs, parting my smooth, swollen folds with deliberate slowness. The moment his fingertips brushed my slick entrance, a needy whimper escaped my throat. I was soaked, embarrassingly so. My juices coated his fingers instantly as he explored me, gliding up to circle my swollen clit with teasing pressure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, the curse sounding filthy coming from his mouth. “You’re dripping for me. Your little pussy is soaking wet just from your Daddy touching your tits. That boy last night… did he make you this wet?”

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

She moaned loud: “I’m gonna cum daddy! Oh hell yes! YES!” ‘Our daddy’ squeezed our tits firm and pushed his hardon deep in her as far as it would go…he groaned deep… then he let go with his cum blast. There is nothing like the feeling of hot cum being shot in a pussy. Lena and daddy were licking me as they had my pussy twitching. My pussy was gushing as they both licked me. I had a climax beyond description…. Later we switched and he fucked me from behind while we licked her to the point of becoming a sex crazed woman….

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

“Fuck—Grant— Daddy!!” “That’s right. Say Daddy when I ruin you.” He yanked my polo up, baring my breasts, sticky with melting cream. His mouth latched onto one nipple, tongue hot and greedy against the frozen sweetness, while his other hand pinched the other so hard I cried out. “You taste better than any dessert in this house.” He sucked, hard, until I could hear the obscene wet slurp of cream and spit. “You were going to finger yourself to cartoon dicks? No. You take me.”

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst