Dad Daughter Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

Neither of us fluent in the other’s language. “Do you remember the stories your father used to tell you?” She asks after a long silence. “Always.” I whisper. I fight back tears. I cannot speak of him with her. She pauses. She takes a deep breath to speak but says nothing. An invisible war with herself on how to continue. I watch silently, completely unwilling to minimize the tension between us. I know my heart will betray me if I speak and I will no longer be able to hold my tears. The dam will fail and flood my face with the years of tears I’ve collected.

He couldn't deny it. He pounded her harder. "Shut up and take my dick, you bitch. This is the last time, so you better fucking enjoy it," he rasped, humping her pussy like a man starved for a woman's touch. Jessica didn't deserve this. She was great in bed. Willing to explore all his fucked up fantasies. The problem? She wasn't the one creating said fucked up fantasies. The taboo of fucking his step daughter wreaked havoc with his sanity, but like any number one groupie, Fred couldn't get enough.

Especially incest literature. I found all kinds of stories about taboo love and sexual relationships. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons. Aunts and nephews. And even some gay stories. But most of all, the topic my daddy clearly had the highest volume of, were father-daughter stories. That intrigued me no end. I found myself getting hyper-absorbed in every erotic incest story I read. I couldn't stop myself. I must have read nearly a dozen different stories those two mornings. And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched.

“Fifteen minutes? Girl, you’re going to be the death of me yet! What does a guy have to do to get, maybe, half an hour to recuperate?” “Okay, half an hour then, but you have to promise me something”. “And what’s that?”. “That you’ll love me like this, again and again, for the rest of your life?” Accepting that his daughter had conquered his will to resist me, as well as the age-old taboo against our incestuous future, my Dad whispered in my ear as he held the woman of his dreams closely.

THEME : A LADY AND HER VIBRATOR Annie Lin was sexually frustrated. She had just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm with her chauffeur and had expected he would make her cum again. But of course, her father had to ruin everything. Not only had he stopped her from getting a cock to fuck at the club, he had also interrupted her tryst with her chauffeur. "What were you thinking, Annie?!" Her father, Mr Lin, bellowed, glaring at his daughter's noncommittal face. She looked a mess, and she reeked of sex. Mr Lin thought that the guards must have found her fucking some bloke at the club.

"They can trace you using the video you posted. Don't you even think smartly?" "Oh shut up!" She laughed. "If that's the case then you are in India!" I had no idea what to do with her, she was effortlessly a bitch. "Are you not tired?" I managed to ask. "Of course not! I mean— I have a lot in my plates. Since your father is serious, I could make up some things about him too. Tell me which sounds more fun to be on a headline. Zino killed his son to get his step daughter since immorality flows in the family or— stirring immorality between—"

or so was my plan. We spend the night talking and dancing and in between having a delicious dinner. Sometime later I overheard a conversation between two men on my way to the bathroom and from what I heard made my stomach turn!! "Pitty Martha is not around right?" "Yeah pity but hey now we have her daughter to look at! She is also a beauty! But i wonder if she is still a virgin since she looks like the shy type...?" "I bet her mom didn't teach us the things we like!!" The other guys smirks

She leaned closer to her mother, and with an impish grin, she asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy, Mom?" Cassandra's pussy was already primed from the smell of the sheets and reminiscing about sex and fantasies, so the taboo thought of fucking her daughter's hunky boyfriend had it leaking almost continuously. The added image of Melissa in a three-way with Bobby and another young girl had her panties soaked, and when she asked if she'd ever eaten pussy, and that long-ago memory flashed into her head, she had a mini-orgasm right there at the high-top. "Yeah, I've eaten pussy," she answered. "It was a long time ago-in college-and frankly, I miss it. Your step-dad and I never had any extra partner

I’d worked very hard yesterday—on my knees, on my back, bent over, riding him until my thighs shook. I’d worked so hard my voice was hoarse from screaming into his palm while he came deep inside me. “I will, Dad,” I promised, spearing a piece of chicken. “I’m really grateful for the opportunity.” Under the table, my free hand slipped between my thighs and pressed against my aching clit through my skirt. Just a little pressure. Just enough to take the edge off while they talked about how proud they were. They had no idea their precious daughter was now the personal fucktoy of the man they trusted most.

“He’s marrying Aisha. What am I supposed to do- smile and play happy wife while he brings another woman into our bed?” Dad- David Rodriguez- sat on the leather couch like a king on a crumbling throne, rubbing his face with both hands. His intense stare bored into me, but there was no comfort there. Only calculation. Eva, my older sister, lounged on the opposite sofa, filing her fresh nails with that signature smirk. “How shameless can you be, Aurelia? Asking for divorce yourself? Like some desperate little girl who couldn’t keep her man.” I glared at her, fists bunching in the soft fabric of my sundress. “I’m not ashamed to walk away from a man who loves someone else. You’d know all about cl