Father X Daughter Smut Novels & Stories

She bit her lip hard, hands gripping the sheets, but every thrust forced little broken moans out of her. Her tits bounced with each powerful snap of his hips. My father leaned down, sucking on her nipples while he fucked her harder, whispering more filthy praise against her skin. “You’re such a good little slut for me… creaming all over my cock while my daughter sleeps down the hall.” I couldn’t breathe. But the worst part — the part that made shame burn through me — was that I was getting wet. My pussy throbbed as I watched them. My father’s strong body moving over Lila, the way she was taking him so deep, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. It was wrong. So fucking wrong.

Okay, it was a natural biological urge everyone indulged in, but his instincts revolted at the sight of his parents below. “No, no. The ass, the ass, mon ami,” Absolom chided, still lying on the floor. “Never was a passage created that could give such pleasure as that noble channel. No slimy cunt ever fulfilled me as much as a beautifully tight anus.” Father finished with a roaring bellow and several short hard pelvic thrusts. His wife’s face had gone purple from his grip on her throat. He threw her aside and staggered, a few stray specks of semen spat into the sink. Onto his younger sister’s favorite dish, Jon noted. His mother fell to the floor as well, gasping for air, hand massaging her

The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, sweet and musky, mixing with the faint smell of melting wax. Father Damien leaned closer, his free hand pressing down on her inner thigh to keep her splayed even wider. “Look at this greedy little hole,” he murmured, his tone dripping with filthy disapproval. “Nineteen years old and untouched, yet you have been finger fucking yourself every night thinking of me. Your parents trusted me to protect your purity, and here you are, dripping like a whore on heat.”

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

“Eat your son’s wife’s pussy like the dirty old man you are.” He growled against her folds and doubled his efforts, fingering her harder, sucking her clit until she came hard, thighs shaking around his head as she cried out in pleasure. But he wasn’t done. He climbed up, removing his clothes to reveal a strong, hairy chest and a thick, veined cock that made Emma’s mouth water. He rubbed the fat head along her soaked slit. “Beg for your father-in-law’s cock,” he demanded. “Please, Daddy,” Emma whimpered, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck your daughter-in-law. Stretch my pussy.”

I cried out against the marble, body clenching tight around him as I spilled untouched onto the stone, moaning brokenly through the aftershocks. Levi followed with a deep, guttural sound, hips slamming flush as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside me, flooding my unused body with heat. He held me there through it, chest pressed to my back, breathing ragged against my neck while the last pulses of his cock filled me completely. For a long moment neither of us moved. The only sounds were our uneven breathing and the quiet drip of my own release onto the floor. “Father, what's going on in there? I hear noises”. My father's voice sounded far away. “I don't think I can help him here

She paused and smiled as she looked at the door. Uh…oh Why do I feel like something is about to go hellishly wrong? “So, I… uh… got you one,” she said, smiling sheepishly like a teenager. Is she fucking kidding me? She got me a father? What am I, twelve? Why would I even need a father now that I’m all grown? The door opened and a cold, yet hot looking stranger walked in holding a huge box. I watched as he set the box down and stood straight, giving me a full view of his amazing physique.

His eyes were a piercing, icy blue—eyes that didn't look at her, but through her. "My father was a fool," Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. "He thought he could buy a piece of heaven to keep in his bed. But look at you. You’re just a girl with a pretty face and a black heart." He stopped just inches from her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the house. He reached out, and for a terrifying second, Mary thought he was going to strike her. Instead, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle and horrifyingly intimate.

Damon’s father groaned, dropping to his knees behind the box. “It wouldn’t be bad to know how my in-law tasted right.” He giggled shamelessly as his warm tongue dragged slowly from my clit all the way up, scooping thick globs of cum my father had left inside me. I bit my lip hard, but a broken moan still escaped. “Damn, taste that,” he murmured against my pussy, voice muffled but hungry. “Such a sweet, creamy little cunt. I can’t have enough of this.” My father laughed. “Eat it up, it’s just us getting to know each other better. Hahaha”, he laughed loudly.

“Pathetic little slut. You love how I dominate you, right?” She tried to nod, but he shoved himself back into her mouth before she could answer. Her throat convulsed, gagging hard as he pressed deeper. Her eyes watered more, her nails biting into his thighs as she fought for balance. Daniels groaned. “And your father. Do you know what he thinks? He thinks his sweet daughter is working hard. That she’s focused. That she’s catching up on lessons.” He rammed deeper, balls slapping against her chin. “But if he could see you now? If he could see you drooling, choking, and crying with my dick halfway down your throat. I'm sure he would lose his fucking mind.”