Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

“And even if you were to sell yourself to different people, why couldn't it be people bigger or richer than Connor Watson? Why did it have to be lowlifes? Is that what you're into? You can't handle fame or riches? Is that why you settle for things like that?” “Is it true that Connor Watson put you through school and gave you a spot to work for in his best friend's company?” “Is it true that you sleep with your clients to secure all the deals and contracts you've had so far?” “Miss Winterfell, can you describe your relationship with your sales head and all the men that you work with? Are they truly professional, or is it true you try to seduce them at any chance you get?” “Is it true you trea

Kandy says and pulls away from me, Daddy's breathing is loud and heavy in the pool area, but not as heavy as his cock. “Baby, daddy's going to fuck you now…can you take it?“ Nate asks and I nod so hard that my hair flies all over the the place. He comes to me and lays me back on the seat, I cover my face with my hands as Kandy stays right next to us and daddy puts his swollen manhood into my wet heat. My mouth open in a soundless scream and Kandy rubs her hands through my hair while daddy pants over me. “Fuck…she's sucking me in…” daddy says through his teeth and I accidentally lift my hips, causing the tip to brush a spot inside me that makes me scream.

“Always want you.” His hand slid down my body, rough fingertips dragging over my ribs, my hip, then dipping between my thighs. I was already slick— embarrassingly so—from nothing more than his kisses and the memory of everything we’d done earlier. “Fuck, kitten,” he groaned when his fingers found me. “So wet already. Dreaming about Daddy’s cock?” “Maybe,” I teased, voice breathy. I reached down, caught his wrist, and guided his hand exactly where I needed it—pressing his palm flat against my pussy, letting him feel how swollen and ready I was.

The wet, obscene sounds of her juices squelching around his plundering cock filled the room, mixing with her broken moans and his animalistic grunts. "Take it, you filthy whore!" he snarled, angling his hips to nail her G-spot dead-on. "Milking my dick so greedily, like this cunt was made for me alone." One hand snaked up to wrap around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her lightheaded. The other found her bouncing tit, kneading the soft flesh roughly before pinching and twisting her nipple until she keened. "Gonna fill this womb with my seed," Mateo panted harshly, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful ab

He reached down with his free hand. Rough fingers shoved the leg of my shorts aside, found my clit through the soaked cotton. He rubbed hard—once, twice. I jerked, muffled cry vibrating around his cock as he shoved back in. My pussy spasmed. Fresh wetness soaked his fingers. He laughed again. “See?” He pressed two fingers against my entrance through the fabric—pushing, not inside yet, just teasing. “Soaked like a little slut who’s been waiting for daddy to collect.”

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

“Like this, Daddies?” The tips ping in a steady rhythm. I am wet already, slick shining on my inner thighs, the vibrator humming against my clit in delicious torture. I have edged myself twice tonight, chasing the high without tipping over. The longer I stay desperate, the more they pay. Then the big notification flashes across the screen in bold gold. BigDaddyV has tipped $5,000. The chat freezes for half a second before it explodes. HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT

“Fuck. Say it again.” “Daddy, please—” “That’s my girl.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist, fingers ripping her panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning, curling perfectly, stroking that spot that made her see stars. She was soaking wet and dripping down his hand as he pumped in slowly and deliberately, watching her face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark velvet. “So wet for Daddy. This pretty little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

I wanted the marks. He threw his head back, groaning harder as his cum came close. “Fuck! I’m gonna nuts inside you bunny, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my spine until I was getting close. “Yes daddy, I'm cumming,” I cried as I bucked my hips faster against his dick. “Make a mess on daddy’s cock bunny, cum on that cock,” he ordered. His dirty words sent me aback until I spilled all my cum on his cock. I caught his lips so hard to stop my moan, and he kissed me back.