Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Fantasy

“I don’t know. Whenever I would listen to you two, I would get so turned on. I would imagine you were fucking me instead of her. I kept fantasizing about it, and soon, my daughter would be there, just watching me get fucked. Each time I thought about it, it would just get deeper and deeper. Soon I would dream about you taking turns with us, and then I even began to imagine April and I kissing and licking each other’s bodies as you used us like whores.” Hearing her talk was putting me back in the mood. It seemed my ultimate fantasy of a mother-daughter threesome might not be so impossible after all, and staring at her ass and pussy, sticky with cooking oil and semen, was returning my hard-on.

My father has three daughters. “Ana, calm down right now. First, your father charged me with getting you out of there. He never told me who he thought I might be blood related to. But he made it clear to me that Tatiana and Dionysius were both the daughters of a stable master who’d been charged to teach the empress to ride. He didn’t know until recently for certain, but by then he’d claimed them as his and couldn’t take that back. You were an accident for the empress, and you are his only daughter. Look at you, you’re the female personification of him. Right down to the raging temper. Calm down, love. As for mating with my fated life partner, to save my life is a foolish idea. I did it becau

My father responded, "You want Daddy to fuck you." Temeka squealed, "YES! DADDY! Fuck me with that big dick. PLEASE, DADDY!" As I stood there watching, my body was on fire. I could feel my vagina becoming wetter with each thrust. I had never seen or heard anything like this before. My father was devouring her, and she seemed to enjoy every second of it. I would be lying if I told you I didn't envision him doing that to me. I knew it was only a fantasy that hit me at the moment, but it was burning in my head. I was caught up in the visual I was exposed to. It took everything I had not to reach into my pants and play with myself.

She asked, her eyes sweeping the room. “Isn't that your business partner?” She cast a glance at Dane. “He betrayed me. Millie too. Can you believe our daughter disowned me?” “What? Millie, is this true?” A horrid gasp escaped her as she turned to face me, and I still couldn't understand what was happening. I thought…I thought she was on my side? “Haven't I given her everything she ever wanted? How dare she?” “Calm down. Don't worry, I'll talk to her. God, I've missed you…” She pulled him in for another hug again, and I could see pure lust and happiness consume my father. Again, how could he love two women with so much intensity?

My father says in an angry voice. “If we find the sleeping dragon, he will take away her dreams,” there is excitement in her voice. Letting out a sigh, my father says, “Dragons don’t exist, mother. We are not inside your make-believe fantasy world. We are seeking the help of a mental professional, and that’s the end of this discussion.” Looking uncomfortable, my dad says, “I’ve decided you won’t be allowed alone with Tru. She’s young and impressionable. She’s a child, mom. Don’t fill her mind with this fantasy that a man will appear and he will be perfect.”

She feels the large, soft tip open her nether lips and then when Caleb is sucking hard on her nipple, she sinks herself down. At first her father has no idea what has just happened. He feels the heat from the catgirl’s pussy while she massages him with it, than all of a sudden a totally new sensation. Realization hits him like an avalanche. He is inside his daughter! He tries to break free immediately, but Candace uses her weight to keep him pinned down and his struggle only causes him to thrust into her deeper.

I take the whip that rests in my hand and drag it up her back. "Hush!" I demand as I slap the whip up against her backside getting her to jump a little from the impact. I check her binds as I rub my fingers around her clit making it wet, getting it ready for the main course. "Daddy," I hear as the daydream is ended by my daughter's peculiar look of interest on her face. "Huh," I stumble out. "Were you sleeping daddy, you have drool on your face," she says making me wipe the drool from my chin. Damn it, I just daydreamed about the woman right in front of my seven year old daughter, I am a horrible father.

Tally's sex god of a father. Since I was sixteen years old, I had fantasized about sneaking into her father's room and having him force me to submit. The way his fingers would grip my throat as he told me I was his good girl… I knew it was wrong, but at the same time, it was a childish fantasy. One I never dared to share with Tally. Not to mention her father would never dare take advantage of a young girl. Even if I had wanted to willingly give myself to him.

“You don’t protect anyone but yourself. You cling to power like it’s the only thing that matters. And look where that’s gotten us! This war, this mess…it’s all your fault!” Her words cut deeper than I thought possible. I took another step forward, reaching out to her. “Pamela, please. You are my daughter. I love you—” “Love me?” she scoffed, stepping back as if my touch was poison. “Don’t lie to me. You don’t love me. You love being queen, even when it’s clear you shouldn’t be…Dad told me everything.” “That’s not true… your dad is a liar, your Dad…” she interrupted just when I wanted to expose his affair.