Naughty Daughters Novels & Stories

I licked her eagerly, my tongue sliding through her slick folds as Marcus fucked me hard — deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce and the couch creak under us. The risk made everything ten times hotter. My best friend could have heard us. She could have come home early. The thought only made me wetter, my pussy clenching around Marcus’s thick cock. Marcus’s hand came around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision spot. “Your best friend is my daughter,” he growled, thrusting deeper. “And you’re letting me destroy this pussy while she’s out with her friends.”

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

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

' But before I could ask what, she went to the door and locked it. 'Now lay down,' she said, pointing at the couch. I did so, with my heart going crazy. My dick was already semo-hard, which pretty much goes on to explain how much I'd thought about her since I saw her fucking my adopted daughter that one time. Sophia stood right over me, opening my shirt button by button, and now as cool air brushed against my chest, she dragged it down into my skin and pinched my already aching left nipple. I made a noise because the sharp feeling went straight to my dick. 'Damn, Sophia,' I said. The other nipple got pinched, and it stood up hard. 'That's right, beg, you slutty brother-in-law,' she whispered

"We're Amy and Emmy Davenport's daughters. Your daughters! We've been in the Slutty End of Time so we could grow up and fuck you today. Isn't that hot? The Naughty Wordsmith did that." "Kristen's so naughty!" added Jenny. "Who?" I asked. Kristen... That name was so familiar to me. Like I had a sister named Kristen, which was dumb. My two sisters were Sheila and Britney. "You know what, it doesn't matter. You two are daddy sluts?" "Virgin daddy sluts, Daddy!" Penny cooed. "We need lots of cocks, but... You have to pop our cherries, Daddy!" "Yes, yes, you have to be the first dick that we enjoy." Jenny smiled at me. "Isn't that wonderful, Daddy?"

I put it to my ear, and I stilled. “Dear ex daughter of mine, I have the betrayer in my grasp, finally. I never knew I had a whore for a daughter. You're just like me, sleeping with my business partner. I have him here. If you want to ever see him again, come to dearest daddy.”

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

"Nelly, by the time you see this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for doing this to you but I couldn't give my son to that monster. You've heard the rumors about him and what he's capable of. I can't let my little boy grow up to be like him. So when he came for his child, I gave him your daughter. He didn't know the gender of the baby I was carrying. As a girl, your daughter will live like a princess. Fathers love their daughters and protect them. You have nothing to worry about now. I hope you'll forgive me for doing this to you. One day I'll repay you for this but until then, don't hate me too much. Fab." The piece of paper floats away from my hands, down to the floor as I start shaking. From

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

I stated to her. She shook her head, “no, those are not mine,” she glared at her daughters, “seems my daughters are very promiscuous and will not tell me who these pups fathers are,” she gave the older females glares. I can’t believe she doesn’t know, how could you not know. I turned to her, “you may want to sit down, what I have to say may be a shock to you.” The woman sat down glaring at her daughters, “if one of you have done something stupid,” she shook her head at them.