Dirty Daughter Novels & Stories

I turned. Lila stood in the hallway in one of my hoodies, nothing else. Her hair was damp, like she’d just showered. Her face was bare, stripped of the usual mask she wore. She looked… real. “What are you doing?” I asked. She walked up to me. “Saying goodbye.” “You already said it.” “Not properly.” Her eyes were dark, but not cold. “I know this is over. Whatever this was. I know I ruined your life.”

Catrina wash the dishes and dry them before putting them were they are meant to be. She hum a tune while cleaning the sink and drying it. ( when your done meet me in our room, we’ve got to talk) she heard Terrick’s voice in her mind, ( and don’t tire yourself out, you know your not strong enough ) he advised Catrina roll her eyes ( okay I’ll be there soon and am fine don’t worry about me) ( kk kitten) Catrina goes to meet him after she finish with her work “ am here, what’s popping” Terrick gives her a look “ am here, what do you want to talk about?” She ask, it’s been long she spend a quality time with Epie and Emirate and she wants to be with them now. “ seems like your in a hurry” Terrick

the windlet exclaimed excitedly before hugging the old man. Barun chuckled and patted the boy’s back. “Good to see you, Darrion. Let me introduce you, this is my granddaughter, Miria,” Barun loosened the hug and gestured him to Miria. The girl was sitting in front of Darisha’s vanity with her hair being treated by his mother. Miria blinked a few times in embarrassment and her cheeks became rosy pink. “U-Um… Hello…” Darrion smiled widely. “Hi! Nice to meet you! Jai told me a lot about you back at the mausoleum.”

Or stay in and play video games, watch TV, or do whatever the hell else I want. “Can you hold Arya for me for a minute?” Quinn, my sister, asks. “I have to pee.” “Sure,” I tell her and take the sleeping baby from her arms. Arya’s only a few months old but looks like a Dawson already, with dark hair and eyes a deep shade of blue that will no doubt fade to a soft green just like her mother’s. “You look good with a baby in your arms.” I look up to see Danielle smirking at me. Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. “Stop imagining me as Logan. It’s creepy.”

“Let us see all of it.” I turn. Slowly. Presenting myself for inspection like a piece of meat at auction. “Bend over.” I bend. Feel my pussy lips part. Know they can see everything – how wet I am, how swollen, how ready. Someone whistles low. “That’s a pretty cunt,” Jaylen says. “Tight little thing. Think she can take all of us?” “Only one way to find out.” Darren grabs my arm and pulls me upright. “Showers. Now.”

This man smiled. “Darling,” he said warmly, for the benefit of the phone and the small gathering of employees now staring. “I didn’t expect you so early.” My brain shut down. “What?” I whispered. “Play along,” he muttered through his smile. “Or you’re fired.” ‘How is this my first day’, Lola thought . He lifted the phone. “Yes, Mother. She’s here.” Mother? “She insisted on coming to surprise me,” he continued smoothly. “Yes, the ring is perfect.”

she whispers, face flushed and lips trembling. “Louder,” I growl, yanking her braid so she can’t look away. “I’m your dirty baby girl!” she cries out. “Damn right you are.” I drop the flogger for a moment just to grip her jaw with my free hand, holding her face still. “And dirty little girls who misbehave in public owe their Daddy an apology.” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she breathes, voice already broken. But I just shake my head slowly, grip still tight in her hair. “Not good enough. That was easy. You don’t get forgiven that quickly. You think a few sweet little words are going to wipe away the disrespect you showed tonight?”

Lila raised her glass to the night sky. “To new flames,” she whispered. The woman who had once cried over a red thong in a drawer now stood tall—sexually confident, emotionally strong, and unapologetically alive.

I quietly ordered, and I sank to my knees in front of her. Cindy eagerly held the hem of her skirt and quickly lifted it, revealing her soft tanned thighs before showing her freshly shaved pussy. I pulled her long young legs apart to give me better access to her young pussy and I noticed that there were already a slight glisten of moisture around her sweet pussy.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.