Dirty Daughter Novels & Stories

Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together. “Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but tha

Dallas cheers, finding a photo of Dani. Dani styles her brown hair with red highlights perfectly, her green eyes pop with her impeccable makeup, and she strikes quite an image in her casual, artsy attire. “She’s gorgeous,” I gasp. “How can I ever compete with that?” I point to the screen. “She’s high-maintenance, and she has drama written all over her,” Dallas corrects, attempting to ease my worry. She continues her protests. “She abandoned her son within days of giving birth. She signed documents and disappeared. What kind of woman does that?”

Her blood boiled as she stared holes into her screen, anger bubbling in her stomach. “How does that bitch still affect him even after so many years!” she mumbled to herself as she stood angrily from her table. Back in the small countryside, Scarlet picked up the two plates she had just prepared and placed them on the table. “This looks delicious, mama!” Jasmine, her five-year-old adorable daughter chirped. Jasmine had brown skin like Scarlet with black curls and beautiful big round eyes and two missing teeth making her look even more cute every time she spoke. “Well then you better wipe the plate clean, alright!” Scarlet smiled.

"Strip. I want that ass." Davina stood on shaky legs, peeling off her sweater and skirt. No bra, just lacy panties that I ripped aside. Her body was soft in all the right places, full tits, wide hips, that round ass I'd jerked off thinking about. She bent over the couch, presenting herself, pussy glistening. "Please, Gabriel," she whispered, voice trembling. "Be gentle?" I laughed darkly, spitting on my hand and slicking my cock. "Gentle? No, you're mine now. Beg for it rough."

Come in here and show me what happens to bad girls who touch their cunts in Daddy's bathroom. Bastien:... VIVIAN:That's what I thought. Fucking coward. *** FEBRUARY 22 VIVIAN: [video: 34 seconds - her watching stepdaughter p**n, phone propped so the camera catches both the screen and her hand between her legs] Research. For when you finally grow a spine. This girl's stepdad makes her call him Daddy while he fucks her throat. I came four times watching it. Bastien:You're trying to destroy your mother.

Hands tight around my neck—or a tie. And the spanking was something that always left the tip of my cock leaking with a pint of precum. I've never been fucked that way. So hard I wanted to die. Neither have I been degraded like David had, or called a slut, or a good boy after rough sex. David was everything. The sound of a door closing somewhere jarred me out of my inappropriate day dream. “Hell,” I muttered. My phone buzzed. I reached for it and swiped the screen. My eyes went wide at what I saw.

He immediately removed what he was watching and adjusted his cock, before getting the door. “Fuckk….” David gasped at the sight of his stepmom at his door, putting on only her panties. She walked in, and sat on his bed. He locked the door and turned to her. “We shouldn’t continue this” he said. “Yet you locked your door.” Gracie responded. “Come here and eat my pussy” she added, using her finger to point to her cunt. David said nothing, and he went direct to her, pulling down her panties to her knees and leaving it there.

It tore through me like claws raking my heart open. A tear slipped free from my face and splashed onto Lana's blanket. I hurriedly wiped it away, terrified it might soak through to her skin. My hands were filthy, the grime leaving dark streaks across the fabric. My heart twisted. I couldn't even hold my own daughter without dirtying her. Her tiny face was red from crying, and all I could do was hold her tighter, whispering broken apologies into her hair. My knees gave way, and I sank into the puddle, the icy water seeping through my clothes. I didn't care.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

He just turned back to his shirts as if I hadn’t been standing there with my soul split wide open. I couldn’t hold back the tears, it came hard and fast, pouring down my cheeks until I couldn’t even see him clearly anymore. My chest heaved, and I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth to muffle the sobs. I didn’t want Ella, our daughter to hear. I didn’t want her to know how unwanted her mother was. My knees gave out, and I sank onto the edge of the bed, my body shaking, the sheets beneath me still damp with the traces of my dripping pussy. My thighs were slick, my nipples raw, and yet I felt emptier than I ever had in my life.