My Pals Sinful Daughter Novels & Stories

Selina moans as my fingers make contact with her wet pussy and for a moment I lose all sense and I rub my fingers all over her pussy before zoning in on her clit. “Yes, don’t stop.” She moans as I stroke her clit. “No.” I snap jumping to my feet and knocking her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state and I know that I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, you’re a kid, my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m legal and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

She has been through so much today, I don't force a kiss; instead, I grab her chin and place a kiss on her pink-stained cheek. Pavel approaches us. His nose has stopped bleeding, and he has the beginnings of a black eye. He does not even glance at his daughter as he says. 'The debt is paid. From now on, all contracts, written and verbal, are null and void. The Alliance between the Oasis Bikers and the Russian Bratva no longer exists. Do not let any of your men cross the lines, Biker boy, because I will return them to you in a body bag. As for my little whore of a daughter, you are welcome to the useless bitch. She has only ever been a burden to me, and I had already arranged to put her in th

My tits got slapped red, my face spit on, my throat fucked till I was drooling everywhere. “Beg for our cum, Voss whore,” Harlan growled, pounding my cunt. “Please… cum inside me,” I gasped when they let me breathe. “Breed your business partner’s daughter… fill my dirty holes… I’m just family fuckmeat for you to use!” They loved that. Richard flooded my womb first, then Carl pumped my guts full. Harlan painted my face and hair. But Dad, Marcus, and Damien jumped in right after. Dad fucked me on the platform while the guests watched and drank whiskey. “This is my daughter’s cunt,” he told them, slamming deep. “Made for Voss seed and whatever loads you want to dump in her.”

The momma looked up at him and then smiled as she opened her mouth and waited for the mischievous son to put his cock in it. In her room the beautiful daughter was screaming, "You mother fucking bastard!" at her now ex-boyfriend who had just informed her that Nancy Wilde was a better piece of ass and he was going to date her from now on. The beautiful daughter threw down her cell phone and ran crying from her room to find the momma who would give her a shoulder to cry on. The beautiful daughter ran into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the momma bent over the kitchen table being fucked by the friendly neighbor while the mischievous son fucked the momma's mouth. The beaut

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

Seven years after reuniting with my biological family, everyone in the Morgan family still hated me. My parents couldn't stand me. No matter how hard I tried, they just told me that I could never quite shake off my poor upbringing. In their eyes, I'd never be as graceful or well-mannered as the daughter they'd raised in my place. My older brother blamed me for sending her away for an entire year after I first showed up. So when she finally moved back into the family's mansion, he guarded her like a watchdog, constantly hovering around her as if I'd bully her the second he turned his back. Even my little brother, the boy I'd practically raised myself, said she was the sister he'd always dr

After our parents ended their marriage, my sister and I became the children they passed back and forth between two packs. Every August, the leaders of the two packs sat down to decide where we would live for the coming year. Both our names were on the agreement, but there was only one daughter they ever fought to keep: my younger sister, Lena. Mom wanted to take her to the coast for the winter. Dad had already promised to spend the next full-moon celebration with her. In the end, they agreed to go together so Lena wouldn’t have to choose. When it was my turn, Mom suggested a school dorm. Dad reminded her that I wasn’t his responsibility that year. Neither of them asked where I wanted to go.

“…Kieran Sinclair.” Everything inside me went cold. No. Not him. Four women. Hospitalized. One of them… with injuries that never fully healed. Kieran Sinclair didn’t just hurt people. He enjoyed it. “Do they want her dead?!” I snapped. My voice rose before I could stop it. “What the hell kind of people send their daughter to someone like him?” “Calm down—” “He’ll kill her, Aaron!” I shot back. “Someone like her? She pushes back. She thinks. She won’t just sit there and take it—”

When I was fifteen, my father brought home the daughter of the man who had once saved his life. He told me, "Stella, Hazel is your sister now. You need to be more understanding with her." From that day on, everything I had became something my father could freely give to Hazel. I cried and asked him if he no longer loved me. But he stroked my head and reassured me, "I am only doing this to repay a debt. Don't worry. I'll leave all my assets and the company to you." It was not until I graduated from college that I happened to overhear Hazel sweet-talking my father. "Dad, I like Julian. Could you get Stella to break off her engagement with him and let me have him? "Besides, Stella didn't