Daughter Sexually Attracted To Father Novels & Stories

I mumbled, looking at my bar apron and the cheap uniform shirt. This feeling of being so aroused was totally foreign to me. What was it about this man? My father’s best friend, my future stepfather—why did he turn me on so much? I stepped into the shower, letting the water hit my skin. I ran a finger over my wet slit, and it felt incredible. I rubbed it again and again, the pleasure growing with every move. "Yeah, Bruce. Yes, fuck!" I moaned into the steam. I found my clit and started massaging it in circles. My legs felt weak. "Daddy, yes. Fuck me, daddy," I moaned as the warm water rushed over me.

“Walking around naked, flashing your pussy at me… You wanted Daddy to lose control, didn’t you?” “Yes, Daddy! I wanted you so bad…” He suddenly dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue attacked my clit, sucking hard while two fingers fucked me deep. I gripped the counter, moaning shamelessly as he ate my pussy like a starving man. Just as I was about to cum on my stepfather’s tongue… The kitchen door opened. Damien walked in. He froze for a second, taking in the sight — his father on his knees devouring his stepsister’s cunt, my singlet pulled up, moaning like a whore.

His eyes were a piercing, icy blue—eyes that didn't look at her, but through her. "My father was a fool," Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. "He thought he could buy a piece of heaven to keep in his bed. But look at you. You’re just a girl with a pretty face and a black heart." He stopped just inches from her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the house. He reached out, and for a terrifying second, Mary thought he was going to strike her. Instead, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle and horrifyingly intimate.

I hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately. And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.

I nibbled on my lower lip. “It was too new and too soon,” I told her. “And then you stopped talking to me because of the whole Ethan thing. Plus, I had no idea how to bring up the fact that I’ve been sleeping with your father. It was awkward for me, but I never meant to make you feel disincluded in anyway, Irene.” She was quiet for a long while, processing my words. “My father hasn’t had a serious girlfriend in years,” she murmured. “After my mom died, there was this one woman that I thought he was going to marry.”

I glanced down to see her nipples poking through the flimsy cloth. My mouth watered, and I imagined sucking on them through the top. My arm around her waist tightened, pulling her flush against me. She let out a soft noise, and it ran right down to my cock, setting me ablaze. Her eyes grew hooded, her face flushed and rosy, and realisation dawned on me. She wanted me. Sweet fucking heavens. "Oh, Dad, you caught her!" Claire gasped, breaking the haze of lust and madness that had filled my head. I looked up to see her hurrying towards us. “Isa, are you okay?!”

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

She felt the tips of his fingers on her little button, teasingly drawing circles around it… barely rouching it before going further down. The man repeated the action and teased her opening. He was about to insert a digit inside her when “Lilliana??” The girl's father's distant voice sounded from somewhere inside the penthouse, snapping lilliana out of her lustful haze. “Fuck dad” The girl cursed, stepping away from Damon. “Don't” the man said, pulling her back by her waist just as she was about to step out of the shower. “Damon don't” Lilliana grabbed his hands to stop their caress on her body as her father's voice got closer to her bathroom. She was about to give in to the man's teasing but

A smile broke out on his face, and he spanked me again. "You are so sexy, kitten. And you are all mine. No one gets to touch you the way I do.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards. I was gasping and sweating at how hard he was being on me, but I loved every second of it. I loved how he growled possessively when he fucked me and kissed me. I loved how tight he pulled me close to his body, and I enjoyed his scent in my lungs. "Daddy, I still haven't cum. I want to cum.”

"That dirty look and seductive touch we've shared? It helps to increase my sex drive." Damn, I wouldn't deny it. This kind of tone of his is so addicting and panty-dropping! I couldn't reply as soon as he speak. My Father went in to claim me back. Psh, really? Now that I'm enjoying Damion's game? I was about to respond to it, but only if my Father didn't interfere. Father put me on his back. "You're not allowed to come near my daughter," he clearly stated. "What are you talking about, dad? We live in the same house, of course, we will meet."