Sex Stories Dad And Daughter Novels & Stories

All his pistoning dick cared about was finally fucking his daughter. So it was that ten years later, daddy and daughter still fucked behind Sarah's back on a daily basis. Tracy was married now, but the initial spark had faded. John bored the shit out of her. He just couldn't fuck like daddy. She was already naked on the living room couch, legs spread, fingers lazily circling her clit, when Dean arrived at her house. Fucking there was easier. John was always away on business and Sarah was always home. “Fuck your married stepdaughter’s pussy good and hard, daddy,” she purred.

“Even if you hate your dad that much, you can’t—” “Mommy,” Ana softly cut her off, her head lowered to look at the candle shaped in five. “Divorce father, and marry Papa Uncle instead. I be okay..” “You won’t. Divorcing a fated mate means defying the will of the moon goddess. Your still a child, you don’t know how severe the punishment will be bestowed upon the offspring that two mates had after bonding.” Aliana took a deep breath after explaining, though, Ana just chuckled softly, taking her little hand out of her own.

I lowly cuss. So this is raw sex? Belle is the first woman I’ve fucked this way. I’ve kept my dick strapped my entire sexual life, my dad has one rule for me as his heir, no bastard heirs. I keep to it, he doesn’t ask much and one of me is enough to torment him. My cock grows harder at the thought of Dad losing his shit over me getting his wife’s daughter pregnant. My little darling slaps a hand on her mouth, concealing her moans when she feels how deep I can fuck her.

I stood up to look at her, but she had her eyes closed. “I should stop, I can tell that you're tired.” “I am, but please don't stop.” She pleaded “I'll be quick,” I replied. I spread her legs apart a bit and inserted my penis inside her. She gasped and held onto the wall for support. The sex was short but intimate, we stood under the shower in silence for a while, as though we were going through a cleansing rite. *Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?” “Your Dad is having an affair with Julia.”

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

I want to be fucked, thoroughly and completely, just taken… Oh, sure, I’ve had pleasant sexual experiences in my life, times when I felt turned on, times when I’ve even managed to climax with a man. But I’ve never felt wild desire, pure animal need, feral and dark and mind-shattering. With Daddy, though, that’s all I feel, all I want. “Daddy, I –” I break off, trembling, trying to work up the courage to get out the words. “Baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You don’t have to be afraid of what you need. I promise you, all I want to do is give it to you, whatever it is. Don’t you know that?”

"You want both of us? Fine. But you're going to take it all, you cheating slut." She gasped, but it turned into a moan as I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting my dad's cock on her tongue, salty and forbidden. It should have disgusted me, but it fueled the fire, my hands roaming her body roughly, squeezing her tits through her shirt. Dad watched, stroking himself through his pants, his eyes dark with approval. "That's my boy," he muttered, moving in behind her, his hands sliding down to unbutton her jeans We stripped her fast, our clothes hitting the floor in a heap, Sienna standing naked between us, her skin flushed, pussy already slick and swollen.

My voice shook with pleasure and the effect of my upcoming climax. "Yes, daddy! You don't have to worry, I'm on birth control." Those words sounded so sweet like honey. My sweet girl was always prepared. I pulled her by her hair and whispered: "Come for daddy." Her body responded to the command immediately. She shivered uncontrollably, moaning loudly. Chasing my own release, I didn't slow down, not even for a moment. While she convulsed, I pulled both her hands behind her back and slammed mercilessly till I shot my load into her tight cunt.

"Okay, here’s the plan. Go to their mansion. Pretend you’re just there to pick up your leftover clothes from Xavier’s room. If the father catches you, act cute. Use that artist charm. Make him fall for you." "Luisa, that is so unrealistic. And besides, Xavier never took me to their house. He said his dad is almost never there because he’s always traveling for work." Luisa groaned, throwing her hands up. "Everything is 'Xavier said this' or 'Xavier told me that.' This is why you can't move on! You’re still living in his version of reality!" "It happened less than twenty-four hours ago, Luisa! Give me a break," I snapped.