Dirty Daughter Novels & Stories

“Daughter, forgive Aunty. I just want to make your life better. Drink this milk of yours so you can sleep well.” She hugged her aunt before taking the glass she was holding. This was the only thing she liked about her aunt, and she never forgot to give her milk before going to bed. Patricia grinned as she watched the young woman drink milk. She is now Dalia. Tristan and the rest don’t recognize her because her face and name are different. Natasha needs to stay alive in Cherry’s persona because of her blood. Fortunately, Grace’s actions were quick, and the real Natasha’s blood was transferred to the DNA test laboratory. She also wants to destroy her life in front of her own family.

I smirked at her in delight as I noticed she was in a squatting position. She smiled back as she rubbed her clitoris with her right hand, using her index and middle ginger fast, and she squirted not once, not twice, not three times, but four times. The floor was all wet, and I was speechless. Unice kept rubbing and squirting in front of me, making me want to fuck her until our bodies gave out. **

Not sexy, exactly, but something. I typed: For you baby. Goodnight. Opened her chat. Hit send. Then I saw the name at the top of the screen. Sebastian. No. No, no, no. I scrolled up with my heart beating so hard. The last message was weeks old… Dinner at Mom's. Sunday 6PM. Don't be late. I'd never replied. And now I had sent a shirtless photo to my stepbrother. My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it.

he growled, slamming into me balls-deep and holding there, grinding his cock against my cervix. “Tell us how much you love being our shared little whore, Mia. Tell Daddy and Mummy what a nasty cumdump you are.” I pulled my mouth off Sandra’s pussy just long enough to gasp out, voice broken and desperate, “I love it, I’m your nasty cumdump stepdaughter, please fill me up, breed my womb while Mum sits on my face.” Sandra laughed low and dirty, grinding harder on my tongue as she reached back and slapped my clit again.

Fahira replied, still keeping an eye on Darian as he pulled her dress up to clean her intimate area. "This has become Darian's duty, my dear!" Darian diligently cleaned Fahira's body and washed the pad full of blood until it was clean. Fahira, who was observing Darian's movements while he was putting on the new pad, could only remain silent. She was truly surprised that someone like Darian could handle such a disgusting task without feeling disgusted.

Lilies blowing gently into the morning breeze. She took up the small pair of shears and began trimming the stems, her movements slow and deliberate. Each snip echoed softly into the stillness, rhythmic and calm. It was then she felt it. A presence behind her. Soft, pure and unguarded. Desa turned. A small girl stood there, barefoot in the grass, her nightdress white as mist. Her dark curls framed her delicate face and eyes clear and curious far older than her years. Hope. Damian’s daughter. The child who had never said a word.

Clear juice sprayed everywhere. “Such a messy little girl,” Marcus growled, wiping his face. “One more.” They made her come three times just like that—shaking, sobbing, begging—until her voice cracked. Then they uncuffed her and flipped her onto all fours. “Watch,” Damien ordered, turning her head toward the mirror. Marcus knelt behind her and slammed his thick cock into her dripping pussy. Jenna moaned loud, eyes locked on the reflection—her small body, pigtails messy, collar shining, getting fucked by her huge Daddy. Damien fed his cock into her mouth, stretching her lips wide.

“See? I’m punishing myself! Please forgive me!” My skin crawled. “Dira, stop. Get up. This is insane” She slapped herself again, harder, her cheek blooming red. “I was wrong! You’re not a whore! I’m the one who’s pathetic. Please, Summer, spare my life. Don’t destroy everything I have!” I walked toward the stage, heart hammering. “I said stand up! I’m not doing anything to you. What the hell is this?”

" Darlings," " Mother!" Daria called in a childlike manner as she ran into her mother's arms like a child. Her triplets had different personalities, Leilani was the one with the most ethereal face even though they were all beautiful. She was the one with multiple personalities like her father. Erica, her second triplet was the one with a mean, cold and saucy personality while Daria was the childish but extremely manipulative one. Several maids had suffered under Daria's treatment.

"I don't remember her name. I have it in my messages from Vos and I'll text it to you. But she's half wolf, half human. I guess the kid is some bartender's daughter. She's like a preschooler. "Brandy." Dani closed her eyes, pushing down the tears that threatened to overflow, shoving the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her aside. This was not the time to start letting herself feel. Not when she was less than twentyfour hours from doing the one important thing that was left for her to do.