Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

He was rough, hungry, almost feral. His hot tongue dragged through my soaked folds in one long, possessive lick, collecting every drop of my cum and juices that had leaked out while I fingered myself. The wet, obscene sound of him lapping at me filled the room. “Oh my fucking God, Daddy!” I cried out, my back arching hard off the bed. He groaned deeply against my cunt, the vibration shooting straight to my core. “Fuck, baby girl… you taste even sweeter than I imagined. So fucking wet and messy for your Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy… I know I have to work hard at school and I cannot act like a slut in the streets… I have to control my urges…!” As I squirmed on the edge of the bed, Daddy noticed all of a sudden that the crotch of my panties was wet. No… they were not just wet, they were soaked. My pussy actually pulsated a little as Daddy was moving in to get a good look. “Kat, why is your pussy so wet?” Daddy disdainfully hooked one finger over the crotch of my thong and yanked it to the side. He saw a red swollen pussy that once again pulsated.

He spreads my burning cheeks and I let out a gasp as his fingers slip round to my pussy. “Is Daddy’s punishment making you wet, Violet?” he asks. I’m not sure whether he wants me to be excited or not, so I don’t say a word. He finds out for himself, slipping a finger inside me and moving it in and out. I’m sure he’s left under no illusion. “Does making Daddy worried turn you on?” “No!” I squeal. “No, Daddy! I just…” “You just what?” “I just…” I struggle to find the words. “I just like how it feels…”

“Then take off your clothes.” He was silent for a while before he sighed. “..fine.” Carefully, I helped him take off his wet shirt. My moments were slow and precise, but not teasing. My breath hitched as I realized how close we were standing. He didn’t say anything, and we both embraced it. When his clothes were finally off, he walked over to the fire to dry them. I tried to steady myself while I greedily scanned through his body. His perfectly broad chest and his hardness, were quite hard.

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?"

Didn’t expect that, did he? “No matter how many times you come, it’s still not enough, is it? Your pussy is greedy for more.” I can hear him rustling behind me as he strips. “Finger yourself. Show me how wet you are.” “Yes, Daddy.” I slip my middle finger into myself. It feels a thousand times better knowing he’s watching. “I’m so wet.”

said Keatton erotically. Damon stroked his dick and spat on his hands. He scattered his drool by masturbating his cock fast. “See this dick? This can ruin your ass, pussy, and mouth. But you still love it, don’t you? Daddy’s dick is all my boy wanted. Because my son is a slut for Daddy’s big chocolate dick,” said Damon

Ava whimpered as I rolled my cock on her pussy lips, lubing my cock with her flowing juice "Always an ocean for Daddy, little doll, you are so wet for Daddy, aren't you?" I groaned, resisting the urge to throw my head back in pleasure as my eyes fixed on our genitals as I rubbed it hard on her pussy entrance "Yes, Daddy, your little doll gets all fucking wet for you." "Who bangs this pussy better and harder?" "Daddy, it's you, I have not fucked anyone else, Daddy, you are my first."

Legs wrapped around my waist to grind her soaked slit against my shaft. "Daddy's gonna wreck you, baby," I growled against her throat. My teeth sank into her pulse point hard enough to bruise. Then I laved it with my tongue. I dragged my lips down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Hot, wet suction, teeth grazing the peak as I bit down just enough to make her arch and scream. My fingers plunged into her without mercy. Three thick digits stretched her virgin tightness. I curled them deep to stroke that spongy spot that made her buck like a wild thing. She was a furnace inside. Walls rippled and sucked me in. Her clit was a hard pearl I thumbed roughly, circling until her hips jerked frantically

Daddy unzips his leather pants and I blush as I realise I've gotten my wetness on his pants. "You're so wet whore, dripping everywhere," Master says as he shoves two fingers between my legs and rubs my pussy. The squelching noises coming from how wet I am makes me blush a deep red and avoid eye contact. "Look at me darling," Daddy says and I look as he holds my chin gently. "You're such a good boy getting wet for us." "Thank you daddy," I mumble and I feel a sharp slap on my asscheek. "Speak up boy," Master says harshly.