Daddy Aesthetic Romane & Geschichten

Daddy decided to speed things up so he just simply scooped me up in his arms, climbed the stairs and put me in the position he wanted me to be in. He disdainfully flicked my dress up to reveal my butt. What a naughty girl his model student I had been of late. He did not tolerate disobedience in his household. As sunlight shone on my bare butt (bare except for the thong strap between my ass crack) Daddy gulped and felt his big penis stir. My butt was round shapely and perfect. Daddy had not had a woman in a while and suddenly his little girl was looking fairly appetizing. WHACK!

What is he planning? I just lay there and stare in wonder; Daddy is undoing his sexy blue shirt, giving me a much wanted glimpse of his toned, mouthwatering chest, a scattering of brown curls over his chest and stomach. I want to run my tongue through that. Strong shoulders come into view as Daddy pushes his shirt off.. Lightly tanned skin covers a perfect set of arms; the shirt ripples to the floor. I take in the glory that is Kaden. As superficial as it sounds, he can do as he wishes with me when he looks so good!

“Look at you.” Dad cleared his throat, but his voice still came out a little rough. “You clean up nice.” I stopped on the third step from the bottom and gave them my best Please Don’t Cry Smile. “I always knew I'd look amazing in green.” Dad shook his head. “No, green looks amazing on you.” Mom immediately stepped forward, already pulling out her phone. “One picture. Just one. Then you can go be cool and mysterious for your date.”

Her inner walls clenched around his invading fingers, desperate to draw him deeper, to keep him there, to wring every last drop of pleasure from this moment. "Do you understand?" He asked again in his commanding tone, curling his fingers inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that made her see stars. "Ye.. Yess… Daddy!" Anny couldn't help moaning. The word was an offering and a surrender, a recognition of exactly who held the power here. It felt right on her tongue, forbidden and thrilling. "So obedient, babygirl!" Adriano patted her cheeks with his free hand, a gesture that should have been condescending but somehow felt like the highest praise. She found herself leaning into the touc

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

"Are you my daddy?" ***

The pecks are toned and beautifully formed, the brown curls tangling around my fingers. "Oh Daddy." I whimper. I feel calmer, happier and safe in the comfort and embrace of Kaden. My previous emotional outburst is over. Leaning in towards his neck, I breathe him in; his scent, and let my tongue tease over his jugular. Daddy tastes like a dream; sweet, manly and mouthwatering. My tongue wanders down his throat and towards the smattering of hair I so want to lick through. Reaching the curls, I tease my tongue in circles over the skin; Daddy shivers slightly at the contact.

clamps on my labia, pulling them wide as he fucked my ass, the tug intensifying every slide. 'Scream for Daddy, let the city hear.' Moans turned to wails. 'Ahh, fuck, it's too much... give me more!' His daddy fetish deepened our bond, roleplay weaving into reality. 'Call me that always,' he'd demand, spanking my ass red while I knelt. 'Yes, Daddy, punish your naughty girl.' Degradation laced with care. 'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious.'

“Daddy wants you full of him all night.” He rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs again, his muscular body caging me in. This time he took it slower — much slower. He kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth while his hands explored every inch of my body: squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my waist and hips like he was memorizing me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “Been driving Daddy crazy for years. Those little outfits you wear around the house… the way you call me Daddy with that sweet voice… I’ve jerked off thinking about ruining you more times than I can count.”

I've been trying to add a gender-neutral (or even masculine) element since I started working here, trying to break away from the bubblegum girly aesthetic my dad went for since he started the company. As a dad of two of the most bubblegum girly girls alive, that worked for him immensely. He grew a billion-dollar empire in a decade... but he also thinks it's time for a change, that's why he begged me to join the family business. As his third, different, not-so-girly daughter. So I'm definitely going to use Abraham Kent, his interesting man-brain and those three million followers.