Father Daughter Erotica Novels & Stories

“You are my daughter's best friend. You were supposed to be like a daughter to me.” “I’m not your daughter,” I whisper. “I never was. And I don’t want a father figure. I want you.” He hesitates for a single second longer. Then says “Is that what you want, baby? You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you?” My lips part, heat spiraling between my thighs. “Yes.” That’s all it takes. He grabs my chin, fingers slipping past my lips. “In and out,” he murmurs darkly, mimicking the rhythm of what’s to come. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock, Harper? You want to let him ruin you so good, you will neverlook back at that scumbag?

KERRY'S POV Today was my father's funeral, my mother was downstairs wailing in tears and sorrow while I was shamelessly getting my pussy savored by Ashley Terrent. Dominica Terrent's daughter, her mother was downstairs comforting my mom while Ashley herself was comforting my g-spot. She walked in with her short black dress, so short that I could see her panties when she quietly shut the door after catching me masturbate.

I said, raising my voice a little bit higher. "Let it spill, in fact I'm waiting for it to pop out, my hands are ready for cover up," he replied flexing his fingers, licking his lips. I felt more embarrassed than before, my father would have killed him for that statement he uttered, lucky him that this isn't the mafia world. He would have been dead. As if Colleen realized my predicament she stretched her hands forward to her dad, and he retrieved her slightly brushing my nipple with his arms intentionally. I shivered at the touch, or was it the cold. This was really getting intense. ****

“You know I was disappointed that you were not pure when we first met Rydon, I thought it was because you were a rogue, now I know why you got jollies from that slut!” my father growled, “careful how you speak Velania!” “You did! You lived and slept with that bitch! How do we even know she is your daughter; she was that much of a tramp!” I stood up “you have no idea! My mother loved him!” “Shut it trash” the boy snarled I growled at him. I felt a taste of my power coming to the surface. I was done with their attitudes.

"Dad can push all he wants. I'm not fucking her." I lifted my head, looking at him, heart pounding for a different reason now. "Then who are you fucking?" He smirked, rolling us so he was on top again, cock already half hard against my pussy. "You, Alecia. Only you right now. This pussy's too good to share." I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling him slide against me wet and ready. "Prove it," I whispered, and he did, thrusting back inside me slow and deep, fucking me lazy this time, kissing me while he moved, making me cum twice more before we finally stopped, too exhausted to keep going.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

"And anal, Father. Oh God, forgive me—I fantasize about you claiming my virgin ass. You lube me up with my own pussy juices, pressing your fat dickhead against my tight ring. I push back, whimpering as you force it in, inch by agonizing inch, splitting me open. It burns so good, and soon I'm bouncing on your dick, my ass cheeks spread wide, taking every veiny inch up my ass." She reached back, fingers tracing her own crack through her clothes, imagining his girth. "You ream me out, Father, your priest balls deep in my bowels, grunting like an animal. I rub my clit furiously, cumming so hard my asshole clenches around you, milking your load. You flood my guts with cum, plugging me up so it st

I clamped a hand over my mouth, stifling the sob that threatened to escape. Vito had left our daughter’s birthday party for this? For an omega servant? The treason burned through me like a blade, stabbing deep and ruthless. The woman moaned again. “Baby, is my pussy tighter than the Luna’s?” I felt my knees fall. I was going to rush in— Until I heard Vito moan. “So fucking tight. You’re more than any guy could possibly ask for. Why do you think I keep coming back?” I lurched back from the door, everything spinning.

I promised, as my hand went to my clit. "Is the thought of dyking out with your daughter turning you on, Mommy?" he asked, now pounding my ass so hard that each thrust had me almost collapsing forward. "Yes, baby, obeying your every command gets me off, but that one's a doozy," I admitted, rubbing my clit furiously, even as my mind played with the preposterous notion of seducing my strong-willed daughter. As his cock tore apart my ass, I desperately tried to push him over the top. "Fuck, baby, do you want to watch me eat your sister's cunt?"