Dad Daughter Sex Story Novels & Stories

Adam whispers as I pull away. “Yes, you will,” I smile and leave with my family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “She went all pale when you tried to shake her hand,” Cain is laughing. “I was so proud of you in that moment. Only the goddess knows where you learned that level of decorum and civility,” Dad smiles at me and winks. “Dad is dating,” Cain tells me as food is brought to us. “Who?” I raised by eyebrows in surprise. “Anyone willing,” Cain jokes and Dad looks unembarrassed.

she held out the glass of water to her father along with a tablet, “It helps cure hangovers. Now take it,” Liam couldn’t look at her face and he seriously wished the bed could open and swallow him whole. ‘What kind of father has sex with his own daughter? A prodigal father, I’m sure,’ “Come on, Dad. Take it already,” Daniella encouraged, sitting her ass on the bed, still stretching forth the pills and the glass of water. What’s going on? Why hasn’t she said anything about it? Was she trying to get him to act along as well? To pretend nothing happened between them last night?

Candace, panting, pushes him away, “Daddy, fuck me now! Fuck me and fuck me hard!” The stern stare she gives her father, a look of pure lust, cannot be denied. Caleb says nothing, he merely picks up his little girl in his hands, spins her around so that she is kneeling on the bench and leaning on the table top and spreads her ass cheeks. She is at the perfect height, bent over in front of him. Her juices have run along her ass crack and over her backdoor from her seated position, but now they trickle down her inner thighs. The tickling sensation aroused the girl further. Caleb spreads his daughter wide and in one long, hard penetrating thrust he slams into her to bottom out in her.

Ever so slowly, I let it travel along the crease between her abdomen and right thigh until its inevitable contact with her clitoral hood. Rhada's gyrations became less rhythmic and more frantic. She was starting to come unglued. Her passion enflamed me. Both our bodies gleamed with the sheen of sweat. I felt my own release stirring. Moral crunch time. I wasn't wearing a condom and the pressure on me to bring daughters into my House lay heavily on my soul. One final bizarre frontier. "Rhada, have you named our daughter?" I rasped into her ear. I could still pull out and shoot my seed over her fantastic ass.

Meanwhile, the floating comments above my head scrolled wildly across my vision. [The real daughter prepared a maid outfit as a reward for the male lead. She's already waiting for him at the hotel!] [Damn, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit right after graduation? That's wild.] [Supporting female character, don't throw away your future for a man. Your life belongs to you. Don't become part of their little game.] I quietly exited the application page. Then I changed my university choices. Because to me, my future mattered far more than any man.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

No one knew the anonymous packages were already on their way. The packages arrived at noon. One for each guest. They opened the boxes, confused, and found them stuffed with photos and documents. The photos told a chilling story. Ten-year-old Sera pushing her sister into a pool and standing on the edge watching her struggle. Another set of photos showed Sera's real life over the years. Nightclubs. Alcohol. A man she supported in secret. She was not doing business in Europe. She was throwing money away.

They looked almost my Mira's age, human age I mean. " Hi! " the one supporting the other boy waved at me. I smiled at him sheepishly as the other one, who was kind of drooling tried to acknowledge my presence as well. I smiled and nodded at him. " That's Kian and Xen, Mamma. You know, they are from Chemora as well. Why did you not tell me anything? Mamma? Why did you not talk about this place before? " How was I to explain to my sweet little daughter the despicable truth behind her birth? Not to forget the loss of my own powers accompanied with prolonged amnesia.

Dada cut in smoothly, his gaze locking with Papa’s, “we are also a powerful family.” The tension between them shifted immediately. Papa turned to him, clearly not impressed. “God, Jay, you are not helping the situation,” he said, frustration slipping into his voice now. Dada leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression finally sharpening. “Helping the situation is understanding what is actually going on,” he replied. “And more importantly… how on earth our daughter got pregnant without sex.” That landed. Because that? That was the real problem.

As I returned to my room, I noticed a note on my dresser. "My Dearest Molly, these last few weeks have been so amazing! I feel as if I have found my soulmate each day and night that we spend together. I feel as if I could get lost in your eyes and never be found again as long as I may remain by your side. You fell asleep last night in the meadow so, I carried you back to a room that I assumed is yours, I apologize for you being undressed, your clothes did not successfully survive your passionate night except in pieces. You are the most amazing girl I have ever met, and I love being able to call you to mine even if it is secretive for the time being. I cannot wait for your birthday! You will