by Writing Shark
You’re not done with Alice
Alice is really perfect. A well-behaved, willing, polite girl who is intelligent enough to know that she belongs to you. You’re not making it official yet and you hate yourself for taking so much time. But it has to be done. It’s just one night and you know how it will turn out, but Alice needs to understand that it’s forever. But not yet. Still you mold her with your fingers in her warm, twitching hole. You are not done yet.
You hold your daughter tight and secure as you bring her into an upright position. You have to support her hands so she doesn’t fall over like a doll and assure her several times that you are near her. Then you can release and climb behind her on the bed. Her body is quite stiff and tense but that is normal in your presence and you want it that way while you gently put your hands on her petite shoulders and massage her until your daughter relaxes again.
“I’m going to make you come now Muffin” you whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek from behind. Again Alice begins to quiver badly.
“Again daddy?” she whispers hoarsely as your hands massage her. You chuckle and Alice turns her head to you, looking at you out of the corner of her eye in disbelief.
“That wasn’t an orgasm yet dear” you grin and her sweet, wet mouth drops open. She’s so helpless in your hands and your cock throbs under your comfortable pants, rubbing against her spine. “That’s what your mother gets when she just does her chores.” Alice is told to think of Hellen while you melt her brain.
“Daddy I’m scared” your daughter whispers as your hand travels between her trembling breasts and between her thighs.
“You don’t have to be scared” you assure her. Fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac but you love Alice too much to give her that drug just yet.
“Can you kiss me daddy? Please?” Most of all you want to tell your daughter how perfect she is but that comes later.
“Of course darling. Get ready. Now your world will stop.”
“Yes daddy” she breathes fascinated and in a trance, then she puts her head back, you bend over her, holding her in position and driving her into dreamland with your kiss while your palm runs over her clit. Her cunt is as wet as her mother’s, Alice has good genes and her secretion forms long strands under your skin as your fingers drive into her again.
This time you are not tender but fast, intense and precise. You penetrate her, Alice gasps for air, you kiss her again and then you finish her off.
In quick succession, you drive her from a screaming, shrill orgasm straight to a quiet, murmuring, numbing, even more powerful climax. You have waited so long to hold your daughter’s twitching, helpless body in your arms, to be with her as she staggers through the infinite heights of her pleasure, sinking into your arms again and again at the end. Alice writhes, bends forward, back, sways to the side, jerks her head back and bobs her butt around. Her legs kick, almost destroying the bedsheet on which your fingers are eradicating her mind. You love this little creature so much.
“Daddy!” Another orgasm, her throat raw and choked with lust but Alice squeezes out her declaration of love for you through compressed lips and loses herself in her love for you, changing and after the next wet, trembling climax, your daughter is all yours. She is in your arms, her head dropped back on your shoulder, your hands gently running over her wet, reddened and swollen, jolting cunt, keeping her conscious as you prepare her for the final step.
“You’re doing great Alice,” you praise her, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Daddy.” It’s just a whisper, almost just a thought. “I love you.” She smiles blissfully, almost asleep. You’d like to let her slumber. Your girl has experienced enough today that it would be enough for two lifetimes. And you are so proud of her. But a mother can afford this luxury. A father has to prepare his daughters for the real life and you know how much you like to fuck this little angel into all her tight, virginal holes.
“One last one honey,” you whisper encouragingly to her, “You can do it.” Alice tenses again and straightens up in your intimate embrace.
“Daddy?” She looks at you fearfully. “Please daddy, I can’t take it anymore. You’re so good I…I’m going to lose my mind.” You smile.
“Do you think your mother needs her mind when she’s with me?” Alice can only shake her head.
“But mom always says smart girls are good girls. And I want to be your good girl.” Your smile gets even wider. Your wife had told Alice that so that she would stay near you, to be careful with whom she spends her time. Of course, Alice didn’t understand what the true meaning of this is.
“I want smart girls Alice. You are a smart girl. And you are a good girl.”
“Thanks daddy.” She looks down at you from the corner of her eye and seems pleased.
“But you’re not my good girl because of things you can’t control, you know?” Alice shakes her head. “I don’t care if you’re smart or dumb, pretty or ugly.” She blinks and you suppress a giggle. “You’re a smart, pretty girl, don’t worry. But you are my good girl because I can count on you to do what you’re told, you know?” Alice thinks hard.
“But if mom does everything for you, why did she always want me to do my homework when I would have needed her help with completely different things?” Alice is really smart.
“Your mom does everything she can to support me in your upbringing Alice. But she’s not like you, you know? There are certain things she needs my help with. That includes guiding you on the right path.”
“I don’t understand that,” Alice confesses. “I want to help mom and implement her plan but…”
You had seen this coming. It had to come and you are glad that it is happening now, in the safety of your presence and in a place where you can concentrate on your lovely, naive daughter. You act quickly, much too quickly for Alice who still feels the lustful throbbing in her labia.
Her face contorts in pain and surprise as your hands reach over her shoulders and pinch her nipples between your fingers. Your daughter’s head snaps around and she looks at you in panic.
“Alice,” you say calmly as her body freezes in your iron grip. You know exactly how to bring a confused woman to her senses and Alice is a young girl. She opens up to you immediately and completely, spurred on by the pain, the shock and the barely suppressed, lustful but painful moans coming from her throat. “If you want to be my good girl then you listen to me and only me, understand?” Alice nods eagerly and presses her lips together. Your voice is still calm and composed. “Answer me young lady.”
“Yes daddy!” she presses out from between her lips as your fingers slowly work, twisting and stretching her nipples. “Yes!”
“If you want to be my good girl, then your mother is no longer your mother but just another woman at my feet, understand?”
“Yes daddy! I understand!”
“You are my daughter and I love you with all my heart” you confess and smile while your daughter squirms in front of you. “But if you want to be my good girl then you are mine alone. Then your mother stands beside you, not behind you and certainly not in front of you, understand?” Alice nods, her hair flying around her red face, but then remembers.
“Yes daddy! I only listen to you!”
“Daddy knows best.”
“My daddy knows best!”
“Because daddy loves his little muffin.”
“Daddy…” And you notice how Alice begins to squirm with pleasure at your words. Pain, admonishment, lust, and love mix into the ultimate feeling that gets Alice high, the accumulated experience of 20 years of parenting, training, and affection. “Daddy loves me.”
“And that’s why you do what?”
“Everything daddy says! Everything daddy says! Everything daddy…” Then you press your lips to hers, releasing her nipples and rubbing your hands soothingly over her quivering little breasts between which sweat sparkles.
“Daddy takes care of you Alice honey. Daddy makes you feel good.” She wants to say something but you kiss her again, greedy, fiery and full of passion. Several minutes until your little Alice almost can’t stand it anymore with burning lust. “Lie on your back Alice darling” you order, “and spread your legs.”
And your daughter almost flies onto the sheet, throwing herself backwards with her hair blowing and spreading her legs as wide as she can for you, presenting you her opening. She smiles in love, her nipples stiff and sore, her cunt wet.
She is happy.
Writing Shark 