Daughter Stories Sex Novels & Stories

If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby. Daddy’s waiting. ~~~~~ 1~♠ BODY, PUSSY, MOUTH. ELENA “Turn around and let us see that fat ass!” My heart hammered in my chest as I danced on the private stage. Lust Underground club was one frequented by dangerous men ranging from politicians to hungry motherfuckers and mafia gangsters. Lewd and naked in two words. This was the only means of survival I had and I made sure to do my best at my work. I wore almost nothing but just a tiny black lace bra that barely held my tits and a matching thong that rode up

Daria I didn’t wait, didn’t ease into it; I just started bouncing, hard and fast, my thighs flexing as I rode him mercilessly. The bed creaked beneath us but all I could feel was him, hot and thick inside me. “Fuck, Daria,” he groaned, tightening his grip on my hips. “Oh fuckkk.” “Shut up,” I panted, sliding my hands to his throat and choking him. His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and lust, but he didn’t stop me. I kept bouncing, throwing my ass on him with a wicked rhythm, each movement sending shocks through my core.

The night had settled over the city, soft and luminous, with lights shimmering like fireflies across the river. Lucian and I stood on our balcony, hands entwined, watching the world below. Our daughters—Aria, Arianna, and Arian—were finally asleep, their soft breathing a reminder of the life we had built together, a life full of love, laughter, and the quiet resilience that only comes from surviving storms.

I heard her voice, soft and hopeful. "Would you... wish to spend a night with me? A sleepover?" I couldn't believe it. I pushed the door open so hard it banged against the wall. There they were. My mother, standing in just a towel. Her body shape was all over the place. It's not fair that a fifty- year- old woman still has standing breasts and a huge ass. And there was Leo, standing by the door, looking at her. "Mom, can't you go for guys your own age?" I shouted, my voice shaking. "Can't you leave him for us young ones? Don't you have any shame?"

Soon the room is full of skin slapping and moaning. When Daria enters the room, she is at first shocked to see her mate in bed with another. Then she hears her daughter’s moan and rolls her eyes. “You little bitch,” Daria mumbles under her breathe as Darius empties inside of Ingrid. Ingrid accepts his seed as feed and pushes him off of her. “You said any man would do,” Ingrid tells her mother as she puts her night shirt back on. “Thanks for the advice.” “Come in here again and I will kill you,” Daria warns her.

By now, I was long used to her endless tricks. “Bianca, why are you even explaining yourself to her?” A pretty girl stepped out from behind her, her voice full of contempt. “She was just claiming she’s Don Vitale’s real daughter. How ridiculous. Don Vitale personally said that you’re the Vitale family’s only principessa.” “Exactly. A servant’s daughter, freeloading in the estate. Don Vitale was already merciful enough not to throw her into Lake Macondo.” “I heard she even stole your things. She’s got some nerve. Honestly, she should be punished by cleaning toilets.”

Seraphina Vale (10) The four of us stumbled to the master bedroom. This time, the twins locked the door and lounged on the sofas to watch. “We want to see you both together,” said Dorian. Damian winked at me. “Fuck each other first.” Mia and I fell onto the bed without a second delay. I lifted her legs up to her shoulders to fold her open and expose her dripping pussy. Straddling her, I sat directly so our wet cunts could align perfectly, pressing together in slick heat. I started grinding at first, moving my hips in rhythm as our juices mixed in the filthy slides.

"Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard." "B-but…" Maeve shook her head in fear, and tears finally fell. "But the teacher said I'm an illegitimate child. Clarisse and Dotty said I'm an illegitimate child too… Daddy doesn't love me anymore…" I wiped the tears from her face and looked up at Jess, murderous fury burning in my eyes. "Jess, you've destroyed my daughter. I will never let you off." Jess didn't care in the slightest. Instead, she laughed. "Let me off? You should think about how you're going to save yourself first. Today is Clarisse's birthday party. You came here to make trouble and even tried to hit me and Clarisse. If

she asked, wanting to go sit by herself and watch the action. “Tell me ladies, have either of you ever eaten pussy?” Damon asked, ignoring the bra. Julia scoffed and shook her head. “We’re not lesbians Damon,” she said, then looked at Bree, who raised one eyebrow and shrugged. “I have once,” Bree admitted, “but I was a teenager and I was kind of drunk.” “Seriously?” Julia asked, a shocked look on her face. “You’ve never told me that.” “It’s not exactly something that you brag about you know. I’m not proud of the fact that I had sex with a woman twice my age when I was nineteen years old.”

I let out a grunt, trembling as she pulled on my nipple. I jerked, moving to the side, “ Aiii..” She rolled her lips, taking in all my juices. I felt my body quake like I was about to fall off the side. As I fell, she took it as an opportunity to push me face down and with a smack on my ass, she whispered by my ear, “ You are the slutty daughter! Bitch.”