Dad Daughter Taboo Novels & Stories

She nodded and went to get her iPad and returns with the gold cased tablet and begins to tap at it. "I can post some with my blog, have you sit with me and you can talk about all you've experienced. I know there are women out there who need guidance. I'm sure of it." She says and I nod. I know that. "All these plans are subject to Kaka's approval of course." I stared out the window and watched the sun beat down on the courtyard with a sigh. I have no idea what life outside this bubble will be like "Dad!" Bashir sternly turned to his daughter and arched a brow at her. He just told them that he found out about Labeebah and while the older siblings were agreeable, Falmata refused to accept it.

Disgusting. "Dadu (grandpa) the uncle will go out in next stoppage you can sit then," A girl maybe 16 years old said from last row where she is sitting with two other ladies Maybe she is his granddaughter. "Dadaji (grandpa) your age is doing worship and watch mythological shows and hear regional songs not staring at someone's breasts or touching someone's butt, aapki bhi poti hai, kalko koi uske sath bhi aisa kar sakta hai, (You also have granddaughter, tomorrow someone does something like this to her)" I said with a sickly sweet smile and he looked at me like a deer caught in lights

"Shut up!" Dad slammed his palm against the table, his face twisting. "Oh right," the abductor said, leaning forward without a trace of fear. His eyes locked onto Dad's, and a cold laugh slid out of him. "Do you know what your daughter said before she died?" I saw Dad's eyelid twitch. "She said, 'Dad, why don't you ever believe me?'" The man's laughter grew wild, filling the interrogation room with that warped, icy sound.

“I wish they had a sister. I’d definitely go down with her.” I give her a hard stare, and she tries to suppress her laughter, biting her lip. “Just open up, Zara,” she says, softer now. “Give them a chance. They’re already family, so deal with it.” “Liam’s not bad,” I admit, unpacking my bag. “He seems nice. But Kayden? I hate him already. He’s a psycho.” And he better not cross my path, I murmur.

"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."

said Budi as he gently tugged on his daughter’s shoulder to encourage her to step forward a little and introduce herself directly. “I-I… I’m Dada…,” the little girl replied very softly, almost in a whisper. “What a beautiful name! Um, would Dada like to meet Nico?” Camila asked gently, pointing toward Nicolas. Dada looked hesitantly at Nicolas. Feeling out of place and awkward, she instinctively tugged at the hem of her father’s shirt out of fear. “Please forgive Dada, ma’am. My daughter is very shy. She doesn’t warm up to new people easily, especially since she’s often teased by her peers. So she’s a bit afraid when meeting new friends,” Budi explained, feeling guilty.

"Where do you think you're going? where's your bodyguard?" "Wait, so I have to report myself to you before leaving the house? well, go tame your dog of a daughter. Cause she's busy making headlines ." She said and laughed out. "Headlines? what do you mean?" Claudia looked confused. "It's trending on F******k, Twitter, and many social media platforms. Your daughter fought with someone over a man." "What?" "Yes, and I guess she. got it from someone. That's what you both do. Snatch men." Lucia had a wicked grin on her face when she said this.

Father Lucas gave her right buttock a hard slap, making the flesh tremble and turn red immediately. "Open your legs, whore. Show me that wet pussy. I want to see your hole throbbing with lust." Clara obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could, sticking her buttocks out even more. Her pussy opened slightly, revealing its pink and soaked interior. A thick stream of lubrication slowly trickled down and dripped onto the floor. "Look, Father… my pussy is drooling for you. It's all swollen, hot, ready to be eaten. Stick that big cock in now… fuck me… I'm a virgin, but I want you to tear me apart."

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.

Dwayne's father quipped, as I felt a cock slide inside my cunt. I prayed it wasn't my father, but my prayers weren't answered as I heard him, his voice now right above me, say, "Shit, this is the first fresh cunt I've had in thirty years." I couldn't believe it! I was getting fucked by my father! I also couldn't believe that even though I was mortified by the reality of it, my cunt was heating up again, the taboo of this act somehow turning me on. My body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes of my father's surprisingly long cock before deep-throating my father-in-law's much smaller cock.