Dad Daughter Sex Story Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

"Miss, why haven't you accepted my friend request?" A mix of resentment and anger twisted together in my chest. I wanted to understand exactly where things had gone south. So, I accepted her friend request. It helped a lot that she was talkative. I stared at the cute stickers on the screen, hesitating before asking, "Nina, do you know how your daddy and mommy got together?" She sent me a long voice message, her voice bubbling with pride. "Of course! I know their whole love story! Every night, when Daddy tucks me into bed, he tells me about how he and Mommy fell in love."

he muttered, dragging two thick fingers through my slit from behind, spreading my wetness up and down. “Still dripping from Daddy’s fingers and now you’re about to take the real thing. You’ve been leaking down your thighs since the movie started, haven’t you? Such a filthy little stepdaughter, getting this wet for your mum’s husband.” I pushed my ass back against him, grinding my bare pussy against the heavy head of his cock, smearing more of my juices over him. “Yes Daddy, please—just put it in me already,” I begged, voice muffled against my own arm because I was biting down hard to stay quiet.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

"I didn't bribe anyone or arrange any form of public humiliation. On the other hand, your precious daughter here was happily sharing a passionate kiss with her assistant just now. "She's right about one thing, though—I want to divorce her. I've already signed the divorce papers." Whitney scoffed. "At least you finally know your place." Right in front of everyone, she linked arms with Zach and declared, "Since you're here now, Dad, I might as well make things clear to you. I've found the man I love."

She knelt in front of the lady and started telling her story. "My lady, I'm the eldest daughter of my family. My father is a farmer. He took a loan once because our crops were destroyed due to drought. But he couldn't pay off the debt on time because our crops were unsuccessful again and again. Therefore according to the law, our debtor came to take our family members as slaves." Zhu Li continued. The lady was listening attentively.

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

Charlie described, while he reached around and squeezed his daughter's large, firm tits. "Great story! But I want you to focus on me now, Daddy," Carol moaned while she rode him and got her tits rubbed. "I certainly will, baby girl," Charlie agreed, loving the feel of his daughter's bountiful tits. "Did I miss anything?" Robert asked, as he returned and plugged a USB into the television. "Just some fucking and more dirty stories," Sheila reported. "Then I want to hear some stories too," Robert said, as he got one of the videos started.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

A DAUGHTER'S NEED Highly Rated NOTE: This story is mainly about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it. Chapter 5 "I don't wanna stop," the blonde told her dad. "I wanna feel it get hard, Daddy. Besides, the way you keep rubbing my ass is making my pussy wet." "Oh god."