Incest Seduction Stories Novels & Stories

If I had masturbated just then, I probably wouldn't have lasted more than a minute. Instead, I plopped myself on the couch again and pulled the laptop back onto my lap. Closing the "After School" story, I started reading names of other stories my dad had written. Another one popped out at me called "Her Best Friend", so I clicked it. Thirty seconds later, I was engrossed once more. Completely and utterly. This next story was about a father who was being seduced by his daughter's best friend. While it had a similar premise to the one about the professor and his student, the vibe was completely different. It almost felt a touch... incestuous. Even though it wasn't. Well, except for one scene t

"Does this look familiar? Bet he waved something similar last night. Come on, admit it. First round in his place—bam, quickie after dinner. You served up more than just plates, right? Him pounding away, calling you his little kitchen slut while you begged for more." Laura bit her lip, glancing toward the door like Dad might burst in, then laughed out loud. I followed in the laughter. "Okay, okay... maybe something small happened. But not like that. He just kissed me after dinner and said I am so talented. Then, yes, we... made love quick. But it was passion! Not dirty things like you said." I clapped my hands, delighted. "Ha! Knew it! Successful Double seduction!” I yelled, referring to my a

making me wreath in his arms …he suddenly pushes me to lay softly on the bed and then looks at me like a wolf who wants to jump on its prey …I swallowed as I stared at him…he was beautiful… He then began trailing kisses down my thighs …I froze as his kisses began coming closer to my pussy until I felt his tongue there and moaned out loud …moving my body that was unable to stay in one place…he held my two legs djwn and continues to lick my insides it was driving my crazy as he pushes his tongue deeper into me ….

I whisper seductively, tracing there jaw, watching as leaned into my touch with her eyes fluttering open and close. "Tell me love, have you thought of me? Thought of that night we shared? Thought of my cock pounding this tight little pussy so good, better than my son ever could?" My fingers strayed back to her sensitive pussy, cupping her mound which elicted a moan from her as she arched into my touch, her palms placed on my chest to steady herself. "We can't, Thorne. This is wrong." She pleaded softly, pulling away from me just as I clasped my hand over hers. Her dark orbs stared into mine and I could see the turmoil brewing as she fought to control herself.

We don't need to plan ahead and ruin all the surprises. I sometimes find it funny that the game he wanted to play with me was now our daily routine, even though according to rules we seduced each other only one time but after he tore those contracts like my panties on our first night it's pretty much all seduction now. Breakfast seduction, going to work seduction, elevator seduction, bedroom seduction, shower seduction, couch seduction, car seduction and I just lost count after that.

Within moments she felt her pussy pulse and a gush of her juices slid into her panties as she came hard all over her fingers. “Good girl. You just came for me, didn’t you.” “Oh...yes...it was good, too.” She quickly looked around, knowing that she would be in big trouble if caught at work. “Would you like more?” “Oh, yes...definitely.” Whoever her mystery man was, he was perfect at seduction. “Okay, expect a package in a couple of days. We can have some more fun.” She hung up the call, thanking the fact that their clients weren’t recorded. Who was this mystery man and why was he so fixated on her?

A school slut would do practically anything to pass. ..... I pushed open the door to his office, feeling nervous. I let my hoodie ride up as I adjusted my stance to show a little skin on my hips. I knew I was a professional when it came to seduction and had gotten almost all the men on campus to fuck me, but this is Professor Brook we're talking about. He's the only professor in the entire academy who hadn't even glanced at me much, even when I was basically parading myself, half-naked for all to see.

Her hands hooked under my knees, spreading me wide, and I glanced up to see Devyn stroking himself slowly, eyes fixed on the way her face was buried between my legs. “You look like a whore like this,” he muttered. I smirked. “Jealous?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he crawled up the bed, bracing one hand beside my head as he leaned over, cock pressed against my thigh. “Don’t come in my mouth,” I warned him. He only nodded. Then I wrapped my lips around him and took him deep. --- The sounds were disgusting. Slurping. Moaning. Skin slapping against skin as Juno fucked me with her mouth and Devyn fucked my throat.

He whimpered softly, clearly nervous. She kissed him. Gentle at first. He moaned into her mouth. Their hands were bound together above their heads with soft rope. Their legs were spread, tied to each side of the table, exposing them fully. The man approached with a slow, deliberate pace. He watched them kiss. Tangle. Rub against each other like desperate animals. Then he inserted a glass toy into Celeste’s soaked pussy. She gasped. He did the same to the boy, pushing a plug into his tight hole.

She dropped her pen for a moment, reached under her pillow, and pulled out the dildo she had bought weeks ago. Her breath stuttered as she pushed it inside, slow at first, then deeper, her body clenching around it. She grabbed the pen again with shaky fingers and scrawled the words that filled her head. *I want to drop to my knees in his office with the door open enough for anyone to see. I want him to grab my hair and push his cock down my throat until I gag. I want him to call me his filthy little student. I want to choke on him while he looks down at me like I am nothing but his slut.*