Dad Daughter Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

“You’d take Daddy’s cock like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Creaming all over my dick while I stretch you open. Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy how bad you need this married cock ruining your tight little pussy after weeks away in that dorm.” My legs shook. I pinched my hard nipple hard, plunging my fingers faster, imagining him splitting me open right there on his bed. The taboo — my coach, the man who raised me after Mom left, jerking off thinking about him while I was supposed to be safe in the dorms — only made me wetter and filthier. His strokes turned brutal. “Brandi… fuck yes, baby… Daddy loves his little stepdaughter so much. Gonna fill that young womb with my hot cum… breed

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

"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.

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

“I’ve wanted you for years, Nate. Since I was a teenager. I used to touch myself reading your books… imagining it was you doing all those things to me.” His fingers flexed on my waist. I leaned in closer, pressing my body against his. “Would I be a bad girl if I asked for one more thing?” I breathed against his ear. He stayed silent, but I felt his breathing change. "What do you want, Aby?" I whispered the words I had been fantasizing about for so long: “I want you to rape me, Daddy.”

I hate to be alive, My mum left me, My dad chose a stepdaughter over me, his biological daughter, "I thought it only happens in fairy tales, films or stories whereby a dad has no soft spot for his daughter, But now, everything is real, How I wish am dreaming and open my eyes, I hate to have this kind of dream, "I thought living with my heartless dad, his wife, and stepdaughter is my only misfortune, But now I think this is the beginning of my life bad lucks Rissa thought wiping her tears even though they kept coming out, She was later locked up in a cell with five other ladies for a crime, she never commit. TBC

"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.

It doesn’t make sense, and something doesn’t feel right. And I mean something other than me being possibly sentenced to death. Tabatha slowly shakes her head. I’m sitting behind her but can imagine the way her eyes are narrowing. The flames around us intensify again. “My son,” she starts, speaking through gritted teeth, “is possessed by a demon.” The council behind Ruth gasps, and Ruth herself looks stunned. Ruby’s hand flies to her mouth and she inches to the edge of her chair, staring at Tabatha and looking like she might burst into tears.

THIS CONTENT MAY BE UPSETTING TO SOME READERS, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18± My name is Lia. I'm Eighteen years old and I live with my mom and her new husband she married him just two months ago. So technically, he's my stepdad. He has a son his twenty years old his name is Daniel. Today it was just the two of us at home. Daniel's a yoga instructor, so he was teaching me some poses. I bent forward into a deep stretch, his strong hands gripping my thighs to "support" me.