Erotic Stepdaughter Stories Novels & Stories

Stop it Emma. “I'm sorry,” I mumble as I grab the last file. I catch the glimpse of other employees gazing at me as I arrange the files on my side of the conference table. It’s already bad enough that everyone knows me as his stepdaughter. I wonder what they might think of me if they ever found out how much I fantasize about fucking him. Yes. My name is Emma Collins and I have dreams of my step father's cock buried inside me. His girth and length fucking the senses out of me.

“Take every inch of Daddy’s cock. This is what happens when you tease your stepdad in his own library.” He pounded into me with powerful strokes, hitting that perfect spot over and over. I was moaning uncontrollably, legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Daddy… harder,” I begged. “Please fuck me harder.” Elias gave me exactly what I asked for. He railed me with brutal intensity, the table shaking beneath us. He leaned down and sucked hard on my neck, leaving dark marks while he destroyed my pussy. “Gonna fill this tight cunt,” he rasped. “Breed my sweet stepdaughter right here on the library table. Want you walking around campus tomorrow with Daddy’s cum still inside you.”

“Publicly, she stays your wife. The perfect family. The fairytale you sold her.” My fists clenched. “And privately?” Vivian’s smile turned dangerous. “During the day, she can be your stepdaughter. Protected. Sheltered. Pure. Cause you're mine" My stomach twisted. “Stop.” “At night,” she whispered, brushing her fingers against my sleeve, “You're hers.” I stepped back sharply. “That’s sick.” “It’s practical,” she corrected. “You get your family. I get you.” “There is only one woman in my heart,” I said, my voice shaking with fury. “And it’s not you.”

Valeria POV I am now Alpha Cassian’s stepdaughter not just that, I also have four hot, dangerously sexy step-brothers – the kind of hotness that will make your pulse race just by standing in the same room with name and leave a wet patch in between your legs. Me… a girl who has been an only child all my life. It has just been me and my mommy and I loved the arrangement. I loved that I could not share her with someone else but my mother fell in love and although I know I have no say in her choices, I just wished she had chosen another species... maybe a human and not a werewolf.

Everything. When I finished, she stared at me like I was a stranger. “You had a good life. A rich husband. And you threw it away for what?” she spat. “You slept with your stepson. Got pregnant. And you didn’t even have the decency to get rid of it.” Her words slapped me harder than Derrick’s ever could. “You disgust me, Celine. You’re a disgrace. I never knew you were this cheap.” I said nothing. Not because she was right.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

she screams at him and Derricks mouth opens and shuts in disbelief. "Esther, that's our father you're talking about. " Derek replies and I raise a brow. What does he mean it's their father she's talking about ? Of course she knows it's their father and he well deserves the attitude she is currently putting up. "Oh really? I didn't know he was our father. I mean I didn't know the same man who called me a harlot, a waste of space, a mistake of a daughter, a disgrace to my mother, just to name a few.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Claim me. Your cock feels so good—better than my fantasies. So much thicker. So deep. I touched myself so many times thinking about this exact moment. About you catching me and punishing me just like this.” “Fuck,” he groaned, the sound raw. He fucked me harder, the brutal pace making my tits bounce under the lace. Sweat beaded on his chest. His breathing was ragged against my neck. “You’re a filthy little slut for this. My stepdaughter spreading her legs in my bed, telling me she wants me to claim her pussy, her mouth, her tight little ass. You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth? Want me to fuck your throat until you choke and drool all over yourself?” He slammed in deep and h

One by one, they sent him letters and emails saying what his father had told him many times growing up. No one wanted me. The thrill of hooking up with his step relatives was like an escape for him, but really, it was more of the same. Erica was using him to get back at her cheating husband, Amy was just using him for sex, and Stephanie he basically coerced into sleeping with him.

“I’ve wanted this since I was sixteen, Daddy. Every time you hugged me a little too tight. Every time I caught you looking at me when I wore short skirts. I used to touch myself in my room thinking about you.” His breath hitched. “You’re my stepdaughter.” “I’m not blood.” She rolled her hips again, feeling him harden fully beneath her. “And I know you want me. I’ve seen how hard you get when I sit in your lap. I’ve heard you in the shower saying my name.” Marcus groaned , low, tortured. His fingers dug into her hips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby girl.” “I do.” She reached between them, slipped her small hand into his sweatpants, and wrapped her fingers around his thick, hot c