Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

When he was shirtless and wet while washing his dad’s car, with water drenching him up down to his condom boxers… Or in his checkers college uniform that clings to his chiseled abs… Fuck! I remember every filthy memory! It's the same reason I fingered myself last night till I was trembling with his name on my lips. I came so hard that it soaked into my panties and left me panting. Too lazy for a bath, I had simply wiped my purring cunt with my panties, allowed the poor thin fabric soak it up before dumping it aside and sleeping stark naked. I just want the tip of his cock rubbing against my wet slippery cunt… I just… Oh, god!

The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me . the wet warm fluid coated his fingers as the rest drenched the silky sheets . He smiled devilishly as he inserted his coated inside my mouth. "taste yourself ,you are so amazing Ava ". "He unbuckled his pants . The d*ck print on his briefs clearly showed he was huge. " you are way too big " " I have watched you take bigger d*ldos ". "Those are different " "Show daddy just how much you want him "

​"F**k, Vance," I gasped, my hands slipping uselessly against the wet glass of the shower door. ​He didn't slow down. He gripped my wet hips tighter, pulling me back against him as he drove his heavy c**k deep inside my slick p**sy. The sharp, brutal sound of our bodies slapping together echoed loudly over the rushing water. ​"Say it again," Vance ordered, his voice a dark, rough growl right next to my ear.

My mind cleared of every thought and worry. He reached down under my body, found my wet clit, and began rubbing it in fast circles while pounding my ass. “Cum for me again,” he demanded into my ear. “Soak the bed. Show me how much you love being used.” I exploded once more. A loud scream tore from my throat as another massive squirting orgasm ripped through my body. My ass squeezed tightly around his dick while my legs shook against the ropes. Tears ran down my face under the blindfold, soaking the cloth as my body shook.

“He was up all night. Currently passed out in one of the guest rooms upstairs.” I tilted my head, curiosity slipping out before I could stop it. “Up all night? Why?” He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a low whisper as we took the short flight of stairs toward the upper-level copy room. “Watching sex videos. Pleasuring himself.” I swallowed hard, the words landing low in my belly. We reached the landing and I asked, still out of pure curiosity, “Why is that even a thing anyway?” Marcus shrugged, but his eyes lingered on my mouth for a beat too long. “It’s not, really. It only works if you do it while envisioning the person you’ve always wanted.”

You’re dripping already aren’t you? I bit my lip and typed back. Me: Yes daddy. I’m so fucking wet thinking about you. I really want to experience sex. I’m still a virgin and it’s driving me crazy. Him: Good girl. I’m gonna stretch that little pussy so good when we finally meet. Send me more. I sent another one. This time with my fingers spreading my pussy even wider. He sent a video.

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

One of his big hands slid under my skirt and cupped my bare, soaked pussy. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling against my G-spot. I cried out, hips jerking forward. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Daddy announced to the others. “This hole has been aching for family cock for years. Boys, girls—strip. Let your sister see what she’s earned.”

The manner at which I was wet by that point could be compared to a mini dam. “I'm sorry, baby girl,” He replied, “Are you okay with just a finger or do you want more?” Exhaling shakily, I looked down again and shook my head in negation, before realizing that I needed to use my words. N-No, daddy. I want more. I want your big, fat cock in me.” I rambled out, without an iota of shame. As good as my finger felt, it couldn't be compared to Benjamin's, not to talk of his dick.

he said. Under the hot water, he soaped me up. His hands roamed, pinching my nipples, fingering my pussy. "You're mine this weekend." He bent me over, fucked me against the tile. Made me squirt again, water mixing with my juices. The days blurred. We fucked everywhere. On the beach, sand sticking to our skin. In the pool, water splashing as he took me from behind. He was arrogant, commanding. "Suck my cock." I'd drop to my knees, taking him deep. He'd hold my head, fucking my mouth until tears ran. Then reward me by eating my pussy until I begged to stop.