Daughter Father Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

“Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.” I rode him harder, faster, my ass bouncing frantically. One hand slipped between my legs to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. My second orgasm crashed through me within minutes—my pussy convulsing violently around him. Fresh cream gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls completely. I climbed off his still-raging erection with a wet pop, strings of my cum and his precum connecting us. With lust-fueled strength, I dragged his heavy, limp body down to the dark basement—the same place where he had effortlessly dominated and fucked me earlier as my forbid

“Yes, use me. Pound up into your stepdaughter.” The age gap made it intense, his skilled hands and words driving me crazy while my tight body took everything he gave. We fucked through multiple rounds filling me again and again until cum was leaking everywhere. “On your knees now. Suck Daddy clean,” he ordered. I eagerly tasted our mixed juices on his thick shaft. “Good girl. Take it deep.” I bobbed my head gagging a little but loving it. He face fucked me gently then pulled me up for more riding. The night stretched but time stayed on this one day. We talked dirty between orgasms. “Your Mom has no idea I am breeding her daughter all day,” he said, thrusting up. “It makes me wetter, Daddy. R

he said, like he wasn’t sure I was real. I forced myself to smile. “Hey, Jace. Long time.” His gaze dipped once—to my mouth, then back to my eyes. It lasted a second, maybe two, but the heat of it curled low in my stomach. Dad clapped Jace on the back, oblivious. “My daughter’s all grown up, isn’t she?” Jace’s jaw flexed. “Yeah,” he muttered. “She is.” Dinner was a blur of business talk—contracts, partnerships, expansion plans. The Carters were merging something with my father’s company. I didn’t care. I was too busy pretending I didn’t feel Jace’s gaze burning holes through me from across the table.

She puts her 9inch high heels and steps towards the door. ‘Oh Laelia, before you go do you parents know your my sons whore?’ my father asks her as she freezes at the door, a bored expression on his face and a shocked expression on hers, she goes to answer before he interrupts her. ‘There way I hear it you both have been fucking for some time, after the show I just saw I think I might have to let your father know what an exhibitionist you are, not sure what poor daddy will think of his little girl, one thing to dress as you do in next to nothing another thing to have it confirmed that your daughter a slut,’ he sneers at her.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Claim me. Your cock feels so good—better than my fantasies. So much thicker. So deep. I touched myself so many times thinking about this exact moment. About you catching me and punishing me just like this.” “Fuck,” he groaned, the sound raw. He fucked me harder, the brutal pace making my tits bounce under the lace. Sweat beaded on his chest. His breathing was ragged against my neck. “You’re a filthy little slut for this. My stepdaughter spreading her legs in my bed, telling me she wants me to claim her pussy, her mouth, her tight little ass. You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth? Want me to fuck your throat until you choke and drool all over yourself?” He slammed in deep and h

“I’m very sure Victoria wouldn’t want to have sex with anyone except you.” My father wiped his hands on his jeans. “Why do you sound so sure?” His voice was almost a scoff. “She hasn’t had sex in months.” I kept silent. That was a better answer than saying I heard her masturbating screaming your name. My father reeled in an empty line and sighed again. “Guess walking isn't the only ability I have lost.” “Maybe there’s no fish in the river today,” I said. My father smiled. “About Victoria, you should seduce her,” he said, “I’ll tell you everything she likes. Her sensitive places.”

"I heard Penelope will be back today. You guys should order pizza and ice cream for dinner, bills on me. There’s cash inside the drawer in the study ." I was drowning in the risk, my breath coming in tiny, silent hitches through my nose. The sheer audacity of Daniel, the way he just stood there, looking his father in the eye while I was on my knees at his feet with his covk stuffed inside my mouth was making my head swim. "Don't stay up late playing games or waiting for me," his dad said, finally pushing off the counter , picking up his keys to head toward the study. "I will come back late."

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

I was going to cum again, right here, hiding from my husband while his father fingered me in the closet. I came hard, shuddering silently, tears of overwhelming pleasure and terror leaking from my eyes. Richard kept going, drawing it out until my knees buckled. Only then did he pull his fingers free and feed them to me, replacing the panties briefly so I could suck our shared mess off them. "Good girl," he whispered so quietly I barely heard. "Swallow Daddy's load like the cum-thirsty slut you are." David sighed audibly from the bed. "She must be out. I'll text her." His phone buzzed... probably a text. Then his footsteps retreated toward the kitchen.

I came hard, shaking, squirting down his cock. He filled me again. Then took me to bed. Held me close. Stroked my hair. “You will tell your father the debt is paid. You will smile at family dinners. You will be the perfect daughter.” His hand on my belly. “But you will be my perfect whore.” The next weeks were a blur of luxury and surrender. Dad’s company stabilized—miraculously. New contracts. Bank off his back. Mom was happier than ever. I came home less.