Dads Swap Daughters Novels & Stories

"And while your mother is away, you will call me sir, or you will call me daddy. Choose one." Roe caught her breath, a wicked, defiant smile spreading across her lips even as tears of heat pricked the corners of her eyes. She twisted her neck, looking up at his sharp, chiseled jawline and those cold, dark eyes that were currently boring holes into her. "Why should I?" she challenged, her voice dripping with deliberate provocation. "You're not my real dad. You just like having me under your hand like this. Admit it. You've been looking for an excuse to touch me all week."

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

I was the PREDATOR, and she was my PREY. Father wants us to have her sexually, and I'm pleased with that even though I'm still against the matrimony pact. “…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" My father asserted, his face stern and indifferent. It was a bolt out of the blue for Gabrielle as she widely gasped, shrinking!

not "Dad." "She is an adult now," Daniel said, shrugging. "She realizes now that mistakes happen. The choices I made back then... they can happen to anyone. Even to her." The words were like poison. He was justifying himself to our daughter. He was making his betrayal sound normal, acceptable. "Like father, like daughter," I said quietly, the truth of it making me feel sick.

I face palm as I reach my room. I thought she enjoyed it since being slut shamed was in trend these days, but I was wrong and now, I'm filled with guilt which is overshadowed by another guilt towards my daughter. Because it does feel like she's being punished for my sins to her friend and that makes me feel even more wrong. If the two girls are connected that way and I want what's best for my own daughters then I have to give Stella what's best. I have to consider her emotions always and give her a sex opposite of what I've bee doing since.

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

"I'll take care of you like Daddy was, but I really wanna watch him fuck Mom while she's got Chad's cock in her mouth." Tara's giggle sounded so much like her sister's. Chad could see the younger girl wasn't really disappointed when Becky led their father behind Ellen. He knelt down on the carpet behind his wife while his sexy middle child knelt next to him and took his cock in her hand. She rubbed the head of her dad's hot prick along the furrow of her mother's pussy slit. Ellen moaned her approval while Bob pushed his hips forward with a needful grunt. His swollen rod entered his wife's pussy while their daughters gazed in awe.

--- *Damon's POV* Damon found himself, nearly a week into fatherhood, developing a considerably more nuanced understanding of his daughters' distinct personalities alongside their emerging magical capability—Damara's fierce, alert curiosity about everything happening around her; Diana's peaceful, contented nature punctuated by increasingly frequent protective shimmer whenever anyone approached too quickly or loudly; Hope's quiet, watchful intensity that suggested depths considerably beyond what any newborn should reasonably possess. "They're already so different," he observed to Maya one evening, watching all three daughters sleep peacefully in their individual bassinets after another exhaus

“Noah, I can’t take it anymore. Marcus is too cold. The dock incident almost went wrong because of me. He got angry and won’t even let me touch him… “Can you help me? I just want someone to rely on. Someone I can survive within the Zillmann family…” Noah raised his brows slightly, took my hand, and kissed the back of it. He paused deliberately, then looked up at me teasingly before pulling me into his arms. I forced down the disgust in my heart, trembling as I pretended to sob in his embrace, while slipping a miniature microphone into his suit jacket. “Tomorrow, help me with one thing. Once it’s done, you’ll be the new Donna Zillmann of the Zillmann family, and I’ll be your new support.”

"Nelly, by the time you see this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for doing this to you but I couldn't give my son to that monster. You've heard the rumors about him and what he's capable of. I can't let my little boy grow up to be like him. So when he came for his child, I gave him your daughter. He didn't know the gender of the baby I was carrying. As a girl, your daughter will live like a princess. Fathers love their daughters and protect them. You have nothing to worry about now. I hope you'll forgive me for doing this to you. One day I'll repay you for this but until then, don't hate me too much. Fab." The piece of paper floats away from my hands, down to the floor as I start shaking. From