by Writing Shark
The teacher get teached
“No you’re doing it all wrong. Look here. He likes his bacon a little crispier. And hold off on the eggs.”
“O-Okay. S-Sorry.”
“No problem fuckslut.” Grace stands in the kitchen, half naked in her sweaty clothes from last night and bare feet while Hellen looks like fresh as the day next to her. As if in a trance, the young teacher stands at the stove in the kitchen and prepares a hearty breakfast for her rapist while he has sex with his daughters upstairs. The news that Amy – another mother Grace knows and appreciates, if sometimes pities – was impregnated by Hellen with Elise against her will after her own rape so many years ago barely touches her. It just sounds logical in this family. Kind of. And somehow logical to Grace is also the zeal with which she tries to make the breakfast as perfect as possible.
Hellen has recorded several more very incriminating videos of Grace that would deeply jeopardize her career, her friendships and her family, if she didn’t go to jail for the words she said about her own daughter and her job ethics. Valerie is a disappointment. Valerie deserves it. Hellen had asked what she means, and Grace had answered. Of course she would have a chance in court but Grace Hoover will not go to the police. Because she knows that what she said, whether with the glorious penis of James inside her or not, was the truth.
When she sees how strong the family holds together, how attached the daughters are to their father, how happy everyone seems… The mornings with Valerie are often exhausting and hurtful, and Harold isn’t much help in raising their daughter.
“Now?” asks Grace, finishing her thoughts about her own life, her rape, and the fate of her daughter Valerie. The scrambled eggs and bacon for James Winters are more important now. Hellen nods and smiles.
“You’ll fit right in here” she beams…and Grace smiles too. She can’t do more, but she wants too. “Alice is already worried that I won’t be available to him enough if I’m always cooking. Having another girl in the house sure helps with that.”
“Girl? Are you talking about me… or…”
“Oh,” Hellen waves off good-humoredly. “You don’t need to know what the mistress and master of the house have planned for your daughter and you.” And that ends the subject. That her own student is so high up in the hierarchy surprised Grace after all. She herself is just above Amy at the moment, the poor woman in the chastity belt who hasn’t said a word all this time and is currently waiting under the table for a cock or a permitted vagina to appear in front of her face.
“Good morning mommy,” The voice of Gemma sounds at the door. Another student Grace knows but hasn’t met here yet.
“Good morning honey” greets Hellen. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did.” Gemma yawns and stretches with a happy little smile on her face. “After the flight, it’s sweet of daddy to let me rest.” She turns to her teacher who is not hiding her bare breasts. “Good morning Miss Hoover.”
“Good morning Gemma.” Grace blushes. She likes the shy girl, but there’s not much to see of her, considering the shirt Gemma is wearing is the only piece of clothing that leaves half of her bottom and slim pussy exposed. The girl sees the looks of the woman.
“Do you like my new shirt? Daddy gave it to me.” She proudly presents the slogan under which her small breasts bulge prodly. ‘Daddy’s little girl.’ Then she turns around, ‘Spank me daddy’. Add to that an arrow pointing down. Gemma giggles.
“I-It looks n-nice…” mumbles Grace.
“Daddy already told me we have a new girl downstairs,” the 18 year-old girl says. “But I didn’t think he would own my teacher.”
“You know what we always say” Hellen smiles and recites it along with Gemma. “Daddy knows best.”
“I know mommy, I just thought he would take a younger girl.” Grace blinks distraught as looks turn to her. “What did you do to make daddy want you for himself, Miss Hoover?” Her tone is so normal it gives Grace goosebumps. And she grows damp.
“I-I don’t know…” she mumbles. But she does. “W-we h-had a d-date a-and then he just t-took me…” Again, she blinks. The videos aren’t necessary. Nor does her lust matter. James owns her. She’s talking to one of her students about having sex with her father while their sisters are having sex with him upstairs and a mute slave girl is waiting under the table for oral sex. She can never escape from this life, she feels it. Nor does she want to. “I had made trouble for his daughter” she realizes with clear thoughts. “I think that’s why he raped and took me. And I think he wants to do the same to my daughter.” She takes a deep breath, unable and unwilling to deny it anymore. “And actually, I don’t care if he fucks Valerie or not. The main thing is that he fucks me again.” Gemma laughs with satisfaction.
“Daddy has that effect on us.” Then the women hear a door open upstairs.
“Gemma, are you wet for your father?” asks Hellen, smoothing out her clothes. Her daughter rolls her eyes and lifts her shirt. In the morning light, her thighs gleam brightly. Hellen sticks her hand into the waistband of her pants and her fingers emerge wet. Grace stands by the stove, the smell of grease and cold sweat in her nose… she, too, is wet like a river.
“Good morning family” greets Mister Winters as he comes down the stairs dressed. Behind him, his daughters with blissful smiles on their lips. The women line up for inspection and he surveys them, pleased, and sends them to the table where they wait for his command to eat. Then he stands next to Grace and draws the scent of bacon to his nose.
“I made this for you” Grace tries to please him. But James slaps her across the face like it’s normal.
“You only speak when someone speaks to you.”
“Yes sir.” Another slap.
“You speak only when someone speaks to you. Understood?” Grace looks at him anxiously.
“Yes sir,” she says and screws up her face. James strokes her aching cheek.
“Good girl. Did you enjoy your night?” Grace opens her eyes and looks up into his face.
“Yes sir… Very much…”
“You’re a fast learner. I like that.” Grace wants to thank him, but prefers to keep her mouth shut. James seems pleased. “If you are a good girl you will have more freedom.” He pats her cheek and Grace can’t help a soft moan. “Now get under the table. Alice and Elise deserve some attention before you drive them to school.” And Grace obeys immediately. She drops to her knees and crawls under the table to Amy, who is sent by James to Gemma who apparently deserves a reward after the flight. Grace doesn’t know what this means but soon after she feels Alice grab her head and press it between her bare thighs.
While Grace Hoover licks her student’s vagina, Elise takes her hand and guides it to her vagina. Soon after, the teacher pumps her fingers into the other student’s vagina while James talks about his plans at the table. Grace hears everything, but she doesn’t care, because when Alice presses her head against her opening and squirts in her face, the same pleasurable feeling spreads through Grace as it did through the girl’s father.
Writing Shark 