Dad Daughter Sex Story の小説・ストーリー

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.

"Oh, Aria... I didn't expect you." My voice shook, I said to myself, clearly. "Papa is back?" And a little voice said and a little boy ran out,slumbery, eyed and holding a stuffed toy. Not a baby. “Oh hi Aria, since you’re here, you may as well meet our FIVE years old son.” Selene said, emphasizing on the word “Five.” Damien didn't deny it. My knees went weak. "Five years..." I whispered. Five years you have been cheating on me?

Fucking my stepdaughter. "I am coming..." Aleen lets rip a loud cry and I feel her entire body quiver in my arms. I follow her, grunting deeply as I shoot my seeds inside her. She takes it all in, her pretty pink pussy fills up with my fluid and it is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.

“You think I can keep my hands off you? I’ll make damn sure we find the time.” She grins at me, her cheeks flushed. “I knew there was a reason I loved you so much.” “Right back at you, baby girl.” And my lovely readers, we come to an end of Daddies Do It Better. I really appreciate reading till the end. Please check out Naughty Tales: A Dark Collection Of Steamy Stories.

I yelled back, but my voice was shaking. Behind me, my daughter clutched my clothes tightly, her tiny body trembling with fear and shame. "Lying?" Director Lee sneered and gestured at my small, shabby apartment. "Ms. Sanders, don't push your luck. I'm here today to give you a piece of advice. Don’t let us see you near the school again, or..." She paused and shifted her gaze to my daughter, her smile turning icy. "We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt."

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

He listened intently while the young blonde told the story with a smile and steadily rubbed his cock through his pants. Tyla and Rex were listening, too. About halfway through, the shorter girl took off her tube top and exposed her sweet little B cup titties. Rex pulled her close and openly fondled the girl's bare tits while she rubbed his cock through his pants. They spent a lot of the time kissing, but they also were both paying attention to the pair on the opposite sofa. Anyone could see how Tom was both amazed and excited by Keri's story. He kept looking at Rex and his daughter like he had questions for them, but he didn't say anything and just watched his daughter fondle the other man's

Eric pushed her away and scolded her angrily, “You acted on your own and said that your mom was a human trafficker at the mall. So, she was on guard toward us. That’s why this happened!” Cecelia stood in the corner as tears filled her eyes. At last, Rose failed to hold herself back from speaking up. She scolded, “Hey, brat. Your dad isn’t a nice guy. He put on your mom’s clothes and secretly went to your room to take those photos in the middle of the night. He took your naked photos and cheated on your mom. He’s a bad guy.” Although I had already died once, I still drew in a cold breath after I learned about the truth.

“You don’t protect anyone but yourself. You cling to power like it’s the only thing that matters. And look where that’s gotten us! This war, this mess…it’s all your fault!” Her words cut deeper than I thought possible. I took another step forward, reaching out to her. “Pamela, please. You are my daughter. I love you—” “Love me?” she scoffed, stepping back as if my touch was poison. “Don’t lie to me. You don’t love me. You love being queen, even when it’s clear you shouldn’t be…Dad told me everything.” “That’s not true… your dad is a liar, your Dad…” she interrupted just when I wanted to expose his affair.

“He’s my father. He’ll listen.” But Eli wasn’t so sure. --- Downstairs, Damian sat at the table, a glass of untouched whiskey in front of him. His phone lay beside it, the folded paper with Eli’s name still burning a hole in his pocket. He heard the soft knock at the top of the stairs. Lily’s voice followed. “Dad?” He didn’t answer, just waited. She came down anyway, barefoot, arms wrapped around herself like armor. “We need to talk.” Damian leaned back, gestured at the other chair. “Sit.”