Daddy From Hell の小説・ストーリー

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

“Fucking hell.” Chelle ’s legs shook in his hands and he held them up, stretching her and leaving her entirely at his mercy. “Please, Daddy,” she gasped, trying to wiggle her hips but unable to move in his hold.“Hold on to the headboard, baby girl,” he ground out, and Chelle barely had time to grasp the iron bars before he was driving into her relentlessly. The headboard banged with every thrust, but Chelle hardly noticed her knuckles scraping against the wall.

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.

Dad would fuck the shit out of me, pulling my hair and spanking my firm little ass. I was aware that my legs were moving back and forth, my thighs rubbing together as my wet pussy yearned for my step father's cock. I suppose I should feel bad, wanting to fuck my daddy But hell, with that body and his thick black hair and pretty blue eyes, it was hard to see him as anything other than a hot as hell older guy. One I sure as hell wouldn't mind fucking.

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.

I had no idea where he got it from. I raised my voice sharply, hoping he would stop waving it around. "Dad." The word dad came out of my chest like I was vomiting my entire heart. He lifted his head, then rushed toward me with a face dark with rage. "So you are here. How many times did I call your name and you did not answer?" I was about to step back, but his hand shot forward and grabbed my hair in a painful fist. "Did I not tell you yesterday to leave the liquor money on top of the TV before you went to your damned job?"

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

I could hear daddy as I came on his cock, the pleasure taking absolute control of me. And I loved hearing my daddy moan. "D-daddy" I moaned. "You little whore... Your cunt is going to milk the cum out of me..." "Fuckkk!" He cursed, followed by a long string of curses before he pulled out of me at once. I moaned as I felt warm his warm cum on my stomach.

"We'll see about that, darling. Daddy will be so thrilled to know his little girl is dating a man old enough to be her father." I shook my head, dismissing her attempt to provoke me. "Go ahead and tell him. We're not afraid." As Catherine sashayed away, leaving a trail of tension in her wake, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the storm intensify. This battle was far from over, and I needed to brace myself for whatever Catherine had up her sleeve next. **** Dad's call always brought a mix of comfort and tension. Today, it was more of the latter. As I picked up the phone, I braced myself for whatever news Catherine had spun.

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.