Daughter Father Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Is this even possible? I couldn’t hear her last words. The only thing that struck my ears was something superficial. “…He likes it that way in bed…” “Hold on. Who likes what that way in bed?” “Dad, don’t pretend like you’ve not been enjoying my sexual escapades. You shy now?” “Oh my! Are you telling your father about that? You’re one weird daughter of mine. I’d be the first to take my leave.” “I’m kidding Dad.” She laughed like it was funny. “I wish Bram will remain this sweet forever. Something keeps telling me it will come to an end very soon.”

Tears pricked her eyes, but she relaxed her jaw, taking as much as she could while he held her head in place. “Fuuuck, that’s it. Good fucking girl,” he groaned, voice rough. “Look at you, on your knees for a man old enough to be your father. Your real daddy would lose his shit if he saw his precious daughter gagging on my dick like a filthy slut.” He started fucking her mouth in earnest—long, deep strokes that made obscene wet sounds fill the room. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits as he used her. Lila moaned around his thickness, one hand slipping between her own legs to rub her throbbing clit.

“Not fucked. Just messed around. There’s a difference.” “Did you at least lock the door?” “Of course I locked the door. What do you think I am, an amateur?” Nash is laughing. “This is why you’re my favorite. No shame whatsoever.” “Shame is boring.” Xavier turns to me. “Arrett. Truth or dare.” “Truth.” “Boring. Fine. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done sexually?” I think about lying but there’s no point. “Had sex in my dad’s office during a company party. Girl from Westbridge. We snuck up there during cocktail hour.”

“Been dreaming about this since the day you moved in.” He pounded deeper, hitting that spot over and over. My legs shook as i felt his long cock inside of me. Pussy clenching hard around him. Wet slapping sounds muffled under the blanket. “Gonna cum inside you,” he warned, voice breaking. “Fill my stepdaughter up while her mom sleeps right there.” “Yes cum inside me daddy“ I came first before i knew it. My pussy spasming, gushing around him, soaking his cock and the sheets.

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

"He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen." A middle-aged man stepped forward, a medical chart in hand. "My daughter, Yoana Carter, got swindled out of twenty-two thousand five hundred by Frank, and she was carrying his child. He pressured her into an abortion. After that, he cut her off completely. She's been battling depression and is currently in a psychiatric ward." One by one, they came forward, laying out their proof: screenshots of messages, bank transfer receipts, farewell letters...

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

That ship already sailed, Prick. The language is all wrong. It doesn’t sound like me. The cruelty of it, the casual dismissal, it’s a caricature of my voice. A cold certainty begins to drip down my spine. I slowly turn to look at Paul. Just as I do, my mother pushes past me. The sound is crisp, shocking in the quiet room. Her palm connects with his cheek in a hard, furious slap. "So you’ve been fucking my daughter, huh?" she hisses, her voice trembling with rage. "What did you do to her, Macaulay? What did you do?"

But the sight in front of me held my voice; I couldn't even breathe. There was a woman panting heavily as my father slammed her from behind. I couldn't believe my eyes. My father promised me that he would never get involved with another woman till he got back with my mom, but here he was, giving a random hooker, who knows, might even be his girlfriend, the bang of her life. I'd never felt so betrayed. The slapping sounds he made as he fucked her pussy disgusted me. She was screaming in ecstasy and saying nasty things.

This was one of the favorite parts of a session of sex for both father and daughter, but he had no wish to lap up his own semen if he could avoid it. When Daddy got back on the mattress, his daughter opened her eyes and saw him approach, his stiff cock with its latex covering aimed at her. She grinned lasciviously and reached down between her legs to spread the lips of her juicy pussy. Holding his shaft in one hand, her father knelt between her legs again and leaned forward to put his other hand beside her to support his weight. Leaning forward more closely, he placed the tip of his cock against the wet hole that lusted so much for it and Elaine used her fingers to center the head.