Seducing Dad Novels & Stories

“Perverted little girl…” Nibbling her earlobe, he began to move with increasing speed inside her, filling the office with the erotic sounds of flesh against flesh “Offering so easily to me… I guess I need to give in a lesson in you... So my Charlie knows perfectly well what happens when bratty, horny little girls let their own father's business partner do whatever they want to them...

Remembering that day makes my core heat up even more… My father-in-law to be is the most sexy man in the world, with his dark head of thick hair, his piercing eyes and his strong muscles, it is hard to believe that this man is in his early fifties. Oliver pushes me against the wall of the room, pretending to help me take off my jacket the same way he had done for his tipsy daughter. “You're such a dirty girl, didn't you just return from your little celebration party for your engagement to my son?“ He asks me, trailing his nose along my jaw. “I don't care and I know you don't care…” I say, moving closer to him and standing on my tip toe, I open my mouth close to his ear, “Daddy” I whisper the

He still couldn’t quite accept that possibility. “I’m okay, Dad. I’ve just got to go to the can, then we’ll pick it up again, okay?” I reassured him. Almost running up the stairs, I ducked into my bedroom, closed the door, then took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. gud, this was scary for me. I’d put my heart on my sleeve with my Dad, and still didn’t know the answer to my question! Shit, so close, and yet, so far! Chasing my fears and thoughts around in my head, I kept coming to the same conclusion, “In for a dime, in for a dollar,” I told myself. With that, I pulled off my top and removed my bra, then put my top back on. No sense being too brazen about this, I thought. I had found mys

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

"Push, dad push. I want more dick in me. Bury your dick in your daughter." Dad pushed again. It slipped in deeper. I screamed. Dad stopped pushing. "No, no dad, keep pushing, it feels wonderful. Keep pushing your dick in me." That was all he needed. Dad starting pushing his dick in. He would pull out a little and push even harder back in me. Each time his dick kept going deeper and deeper in me. My pussy walls were spread out so far I thought he was going to rip me open. Dad picked up his speed. I felt him hitting the back of my pussy. I looked down and saw there was more dick to get in me. I wanted all of it. I grabbed his ass and pulled him the rest of the way in me. I was filled up. I hav

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

"Whoa. For the first time, you're going to have a date after the first and last girl–“ What Sir Bryan was about to say was cut off when Braylon suddenly covered his mouth. I frowned because I understood what his father was supposed to say. First and last girl. It means that Bryce has brought someone before but why is that your first and last? Geez. You're being gossipy again, Gia! My gosh! "Dad, stop having your flashbacks." Braylon scolded the father when he suddenly bent down and grabbed his foot due to Sir Bryan stepping on it to remove his son's grip on his mouth. "Dad, that hurts!"

Casual mentions to Dad about how Camille seemed to be struggling with basic adult responsibilities. Fourteen years of careful groundwork, positioning myself as the responsible daughter, the achievable dream, while slowly crushing Camille's confidence, her relationships, her sense of self. The college rejection was particularly inspired, if I do say so myself. All it took was one tearful conversation with Mom about finding Camille's "secret" diary, filled with dark thoughts and destructive plans. Plans I'd written myself, of course, in Camille's childish handwriting that I'd spent months practicing to forge.

He looked over at Alexander, who was checking his phone but clearly listening. "So," Dad lowered his voice, leaning in. "That's him? The billionaire causing all the stir in Manhattan?" I chuckled, a small, genuine sound. "Yes, Dad. That's him." "He's... tall," Dad noted, impressed. "And he wears a suit well. Better than the last one." The mention of Richard hung in the air. My father had liked Richard. Or, at least, he had liked Richard's status. He had liked having a son-in-law who was a CEO.

"You're trying to control my life. But it won't work." My father's expression softened, his voice cracking. "Sarah, please... I'm doing this for your own good." I laughed. Yeah, fake laughter is now my thing. "My own good?" I asked skeptically. "You have no idea what's good for me." My father's stern expression cracked, revealing a glimmer of uncertainty, and I rolled my eyes at it. "Sarah, go out, explore Paris. Find a guy," he said, his voice soft, but it sounded like a command, a thinly veiled attempt to distract me from the pain he'd caused.