Father Daughter Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

My pussy clenched so tight it hurt. "I was," I admitted. The confession came out shameless. "I've been touching myself to sleep from thinking about you." He smacked me again. Harder. My ass was burning now, throbbing, and every sting sent electricity straight to my clit. "So you're a dirty little thing, aren't you?" "Yes daddy." Another smack came. Then another. Each one made me need him more, made my pussy clench, made me desperate and greedy for whatever came next.

“Oh God, Father… you are so thick. It feels so wrong but so good. Fuck me. Please.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping the sheets. “Father! Yes… fuck your daughter. Harder. I need it.” His hips snapped forward, pounding into me with deep, relentless strokes. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. “You are mine, Evelyn,” he groaned, one hand reaching around to squeeze my breast. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” “I belong to you, Father,” I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “I am yours. Fuck me like I am yours. Do not stop.”

I whimpered, voice muffled, my whole body shaking. He gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into my skin, pulling me back onto his cock harder. His balls slapped wetly against my clit with every stroke, the sound so filthy in the quiet room. Mom was still sleeping right next to us even with the noise we were making she didn't wake up. completely unaware that her husband was destroying her daughter's pussy just inches away. He leaned over me more, chest pressing against my back, hot breath on my ear. "That's it baby girl, take this dick.."

Her fingers replaced her tongue, plunging deep and fast while she sucked hard on my clit. Jake was stroking himself again, standing right beside us, his heavy balls swinging. “Fuck, look at you two. My stepmom devouring her own daughter’s cunt. So goddamn nasty.” Sarah lifted her head just enough to gasp, “Bring that cock here, Jake.” He stepped closer, and she took him back into her mouth while continuing to devour me. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping from her throat mixed with the filthy squelch of her fingers in my dripping pussy.

“Next time I’ll take you to my temple… and let every snake claim you for hours.” She straightens and heads for the door. I lie there destroyed — legs still spread wide, pussy and ass gaping and leaking, body twitching uncontrollably. My mind is blank except for one thought: I’ll do anything to feel her snakes inside me again. The door opens. My father’s furious voice fills the room. “Isabella! What the hell is going on here? They told me you’ve been in this room for hours and—” He steps inside and freezes at the sight of his spoiled daughter — naked, legs splayed, freshly fucked and dripping everywhere, the unmistakable scent of sex heavy in the air.

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

She continued kissing me, then her lips trailed lower, between my breasts. “Mom’s literally downstairs... Jade.” Her name tumbled out of my throat. She closed her mouth on my nipple, warm and wet. “Ah...Fuck.” “Mhmm” She hummed in satisfaction, licking and grazing with her teeth and tongue. “God, you’re so stubborn. “ I gasped. “And you’re so wet.” She whispered. My body was already arching into her touch. I opened my mouth to list every single reason why it was insane. Our parents were just downstairs, we’re stepsisters, just wrong, wrong, wrong, but then she slipped her finger inside me and my brain went blank.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I stammer barely above a whisper. I awoke drenched in sweat. My fathers words suffocated me. It won’t be long before the goddess reveals my mate to me. What path would she choose for me? I often dreamed of the stories father would tell me. Especially that story, as it was the last one before he died.