Perverted Father Novels & Stories

We both sat on the couch and I said, "Okay, now spill." "Spill what?" "You know what I'm talking about." He laughed and said, "Looks like I underestimated you. Kaun blew it, didn't he?" I crossed my arms and waited for him to speak. He huffed and slumped in the sofa. "There's a lot to say and there's a lot that you wouldn't like to hear, so before you kick me out, listen to the whole thing." I nodded my head. "My father is the leader of Devil's wrath. Don't look at me, I hate that gang. So, my father was the one of the worst humans. I despised him and his mafia. I'm disgusted to know that I have his blood in me.

"Yes, You're not a slow wit, after all, Your father enslaved me and about 50 other girls, he killed our parents and sold most of these girls to baby factories where they are raped and forced to birth numerous children, sold as sex slaves and lot dreadful things, Your father was a wicked and evil man, such a man should not be called a mafia lord this is totally different from a mafia lord, he is a devil, a monster, a beast and a beasteous animal that should not be seen amongst human or even called human, I dread him with passion and I'd kill him if I see him in the next world" Vera said with resentment so raw in her eyes and Valerie was dumbfounded, her whole hands became numb, her brain stut

“But why? He was your father’s friend. You grew up in front of him.” “Eveline…” His voice lowered. “There are a lot of horrible people in this world. Behind their kind faces, there’s jealousy, bitterness, and hate so deep you’d never see it until they show it themselves.” “Like my father?” I whispered. “Exactly. He’s one of them. Your father was obsessed with money and power—just like my father’s ‘friend.’ He wanted everything my father had. So he worked behind his back, manipulating, scheming, until he crossed a line and got caught.”

"Financial ruin is sometimes more effective than death. I manipulated markets, bankrupted competitors, ruined families. I felt no remorse then and I feel none now." My chest was too tight. I could not get enough air. "My son," my father said, and I flinched. "Four. I made him what he was. I broke him deliberately, systematically, because weakness is unacceptable. I beat the softness out of him. I taught him that love is manipulation and trust is foolishness. I showed him violence so he would understand power." Veronica's grip on my arm tightened.

one of the men spoke tapping his feet on the ground acting all impatient. Derrick stepped outside and pulled the door from behind “My daughter is sleeping” his voice sounded quite harsh “say want you want and leave it’s late!” The men exchanged glances then the one in front took a closer step “We heard you have a child” Derrick's jaw tightened “I have many things and none of them concern you” he could hear his stomach filled with fear. The man grinned evilly then continued “We’re not here to cause trouble” he looked around “Infact we are here to offer you something”

"Pervert? I'm a pervert?" "Ouch!" I yelped as he forcefully pulled me and trapped me in his tight arms. I looked at him with wide fearful eyes. "Do you even know what perverts do? You must learn to respect me. I'm your god-father and I won't allow this kind of disrespect. You really think that I won't hurt you right?"

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

His voice was a seductive purr as he leaned over my body… his chest lightly resting on my back while I made my decision. I whined a little that was such an embarrassing to say, and I wasn't too sure I was willing to say it, and while I debated on giving him what he wanted he started biting my shoulders and sucking on my neck my brain was going blank I wanted to be touched, I wanted to be bullied, destroyed… but I also didn't want to say or give him what he wants this was hard. “I… I am uh, I am dad- fuck… I'm daddy's big pervert.”

The other just laughed, still completely spent. “You two’s fuckplay has fired me up,” Father growled, and grabbed his wife by the throat, forcing her to bend backwards over the counter, “though I prefer the front hole.” And he plunged in, rough and bestial. Jon couldn’t tear himself away. It was an erotic car wreck. There was a dark hilarity in watching a parent you despise get hate-fucked. Still, there was something fundamentally wrong about watching family members having sex. Okay, it was a natural biological urge everyone indulged in, but his instincts revolted at the sight of his parents below.

Can’t breathe. Three elderly men writhe on my bed: Wrinkled skin, grey hair, bodies that should repulse me but don’t. Their holes gape at the camera, tight and pale, and my cock responds before my mind catches up. They are moaning my name like a prayer, cum spurting from their cocks. “You like it.” Father’s voice drips with satisfaction. Not a question, a statement. “You’ve always hated me for knowing.” I force my hand away from my cock. “Now you’re offering this? What do you want?”