Neighbors Hot Daughter Novels & Stories

Then Dad’s voice, low and rough, the same tone he used when he was on a work call but angrier, hungrier. “You like that, don’t you? Taking every fucking inch like a good girl.” My stomach flipped. Heat flooded between my legs before my brain could even process what I was hearing. I crept up the stairs, phone already in my hand like some automatic reflex. The master bedroom door was cracked open just enough for a sliver of lamplight to spill into the hallway. I pressed my back to the wall, heart hammering so loud. Through the gap I saw her first, Ms. Hendricks, our ridiculously hot divorced neighbor from three doors down. Forty-something and with a pilates body, always in those tight white te

SONIA ? * “Hey, Luci.” Dad called someone who was meters away from us. Whosoever it was turned to our direction and guess what, it was Nomed. “Dad, that’s the gentleman I told you about. “ I said in a whisper. “ Oh! Indeed, he is a very good friend of mine.” “Yeah, but. . . “ “Luci,” he smiled. “It’s nice to see you once again.” They hugged. “Here is my daughter, Sonia. “

Henry's footsteps echo through the opulent mansion as he makes his way towards the servant quarter where his daughter, Nora, resides. After his conversation with David Nashville, Henry is overwhelmed with shock and confusion regarding the offer that has been presented to him. The prospect of his daughter marrying the wealthy Nashville family's son weighs heavily on his heart and mind. As he enters Nora's modest living quarters, Henry finds her sitting by a small table, engrossed in a book. She looks up, noticing the distress etched on her father's face. Concern fills her eyes as she rises to greet him.

He assured Daniella and took her away from the room. ** Nicky decided to check on her daughter one evening. She stopped at Mrs Helen's apartment, but found an empty house. She kept on calling out and knocking so loud that one would think a fight was going on. "Who are you?" A concerned neighbour came over and questioned the visitor. "Where are they, where is my daughter?" Nicky questioned in anger. "Your daughter?" The neighbour asked, confused by her guts. "You have got no daughter of yours living in that apartment, now leave this area and let peace return as it was." He turned to leave.

I walked up behind her for the first time and got a better look. There she was my teen daughter, covered in cum sucking our neighbors cock. She was riding on top of some big black cock and her pussy stretching out over it. I knelt next to her and reached out to play with her tits. I looked over at my wife and she was smiling while watching her husband play with her daughter’s tits. My neighbor noticed me at this point. My daughter was deep throating him and he saw me playing with her nipples. The surprise made him unload immediately deep into her throat.

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother. 'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought. "Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door." Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates." "Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."

We were only talking. Dad turned a cold look on him. "You shut your mouth. "I'm telling you right now, if I see you near my daughter again, I'll call the police and report you for harassment." The classroom fell into a dead silence. Every classmate held their breath, their faces showing shock, pity, and curiosity. I bit my lip in humiliation and forced myself to speak. "Dad, this has nothing to do with Ethan..." The veins at Dad's temples bulged. "You still dare to argue? Getting bold now, are you?"

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

I had more pressing matters to dedicate my attention to, like focusing on my career. … One day, a neighbor I used to be close to, Susan Ashford, suddenly contacted me. "Your ex-husband's life has been turned upside down ever since he remarried, Sienna. Let me show you. Their family has become the laughingstock of the entire neighborhood."

The house next door was beautiful, and I’d always wondered who could afford something like that on a quiet street like ours. Her name, I eventually found out, was Dana. And she lived next door. Still, I kept to myself. I didn’t know who was watching. Who was reporting back to Luca? Or to Asher. Or to someone else I didn’t even know existed. I couldn't afford to make friends. Not real ones. I did see Dana at school often, sometimes near Leon’s class, sometimes chatting with other parents. She always had her daughter with her, and that only made it harder to figure her out. Was she just a parent? Or was she a teacher too?