You Yo Daddy's Son Novels & Stories

I knew at that moment I belong to my Daddy. “I feel you trying to hold back, baby, but you’re not going to. Not while your Daddy is fucking your pussy and finger-fucking your ass, getting it ready for later. You’ve got the best hottest pussy, baby girl. Give it to Daddy and squirt all over my cock. Daddy is fucking your pussy so hard you little slut.”

I've longed to be under his mercy while he fuck me senseless . Mom has never deserve him, not even once. he's the only man who has been the subject of my fantasy. My friend always ask me why i don't like any of the boys in our school, how can i like any of them when my father is way hotter and million times more handsome than them , The moment my dad fingers tug violently at the hem of my panties, pulling them off without mercy, i know that he feels the same way i do. The moment they're off, i feel two fingers sliding into my cunt, fucking me senseless. My body is on fire.

These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me. “Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him put it in your ass tonight?” “Yes,” I hiss, all the rage I feel coming to the surface. “I am.” I pout, batting my eyelashes, and speak in a little girl voice. “I let my daddy fuck me all the time, because you know why, Kye?” I straighten my shoulders and look him dead on. “Because he makes me come so hard, with his big, man’s dick, and I can’t get enough of it. He’s not some little boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing. He doesn’t have to fumble in basements or apologize to parents when he gets caught with his dick out. He’s a man. And he’s amazing.”

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

A soft moan escaped her. "I miss you so much, daddy. Miss your hands, your mouth, miss your touch, the way you fuck me until I can't think." He groaned, adjusting himself, she could see the bulge straining his pants. "That's it, rub it harder. Imagine my tongue there, lapping up that sweet pussy juice. Spread your legs wider and show me how you open for me." She did, knees falling apart, the phone angled to capture her fully. Her fingers dipped lower, sliding into her slick heat, two at once, pumping slowly.

Laughter, music, my father chatting with clients. In here, Troy Reynolds was on his knees making his best friend’s daughter come apart on his tongue. And I never wanted it to end. “Oh my God, Daddy…”

he says slowly. I turn back to understand him when he slams himself ito me hard. Spots dance around my vision, my vocal chords stop functioning because the only thing I can do is open my mouth and close it. He isn’t done. He pushes himself in and out of me, his hand holding my hips in place so I don’t try to run away. “This feels so good daddy.” I moan. He hums, pumping even faster. And all of a sudden, he lifts my right leg, giving himself even better access, I bite my lip hard, yet it doesn’t hold back my cries.

"Keep talking, bitch." "I'm your slut, daddy. I'm your whore. I'm your tiny little hoe. Ouuu, I fucking love the way you fuck me, daddy. You're so fucking good, daddy! Keep fucking your fucking slut's tight fucking pussy, daddy!!! Oh! Yeah… dadd… y." ‘Yes poppy, he’s your daddy, and you’re not doing anything wrong. Spread it wide for him let him pound you… you need it,’ my thoughts echoed in my mind and I screamed wildly.

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

You should be grateful I'm not giving you problems. [You idiot!] [Please, Daddy, please...] [How could I give birth to a good–for–nothing son like you!] [I will take this as a yes. Thanks, old man.]