by Writing Shark
You fuck Hellen while Alice watches you
Of course you know your own daughter is watching you fucking your wife into delirium. You’re a man, always alert, and this is your house. You noticed your daughter before she even opened the door. Hellen is so busy with your dick inside her that the battle for Manila could be fought in your room and she wouldn’t notice. But you noticed and whirled Hellen around at the right time so she wouldn’t betray you in front of your oldest daughter.
Actually, you feel sorry for your wife but you also have to make sacrifices tonight and Hellen is used to spending longer periods of time, usually a little over a day, without one of the glorious orgasms you gift her with. Tonight your wife’s pleasure, and yours too, is just a show you put on for a confused, madly in love and excited 20 year old girl to plant the right thoughts in her head. It’s a perfect staging and you brutally grab your mindless Hellen by the hair, yank her twitching body around and present her sweaty skin, her bouncing breasts and her cramped arms to her daughter in profile.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Alice looking into the room. She thinks that you, like her, can barely think straight but fucking a woman out of her mind is one of your easiest exercises and it’s your daughter who presents herself to you, not the other way around.
Then both women flinch as your hand slams down on your wife’s ass loudly.
“Oh god James please! Please make me come! Your whore is about to come! Please oh gid may I come?”
“No” you grunt, pounding into her cunt even faster, driving droplets onto the sheets she must clean in the morning. Immediately her hands dart to her breasts and Alice sees how hard she has to pinch herself not to cum.
“But I’ve been so good. James please! Oh dear God I can’t stand it! I’m so weak for you…”
“No!” Again you strike with all your might, making Hellen shriek and twitch. Then you pull her torso toward you, her arms hanging helplessly in the air as she turns her head laboriously toward you. tongue sticking out, taking rapid breaths of love.
“Who owns your orgasms?”
“You! Everything about me belongs to you James!” Hellen knows the answer no matter how much pleasure and pain swirl around in her little head. You are the only thing that is unchanging in her life. “And can you come?”
“No!” your wife howls as beads of sweat fly from her breasts into the room. “No! You decide about me! My husband rules over me and I am so horny for him! I love you James!” Your wife makes you proud.
Then it’s time.
Alice feels her fingers inside her, deep inside. She’s too small to reach the places where you’ve taken her mind and her pleasure is just an annoying copy of the delights you’ve shown her, but she still tries her best to sense the heights you’re taking your wife to.
The young girl is too intoxicated to think clearly and imagines herself kneeling under her father, his firm grip secure in her hair, safe and protected, guided and loved.
Her whole existence is focused on her cramped fingers and the piece of doorframe behind which she peeks into her parent’s room and the perfect form of her father who spoils her mother so much.
I want to be like that, she thinks as she sees her mother’s body in her father’s strong arms. I want to belong to daddy. I need to! This is her wish and she is so envious of Hellen who gets this perfect penis so often whereas Alice still has to wait patiently.
She’s so close to coming, almost there, proud of herself as she feels her naked abdomen twitching under her long shirt and it gives Alice satisfaction that she has control over her orgasms whereas her stupid mother…
Then she freezes. Hellen has her hands up, grabbing her nipples like her daddy did to Alice to keep from coming, is in her own world. But her father… has turned his head and is staring directly at his daughter, his eyes cutting into hers and Alice is too shocked to react.
“Oh god no!” whimpers Hellen as she feels your cock withdrawing from her tight hole. Then you let go of her hair and your wife falls weakly forward into the bed. “James what’s wrong?” she asks in near panic. She has never experienced anything like this before and she struggles to pull herself up to look at you.
“Stay down” you command her in an icy voice and Hellen obediently buries her face in the pillows like an overzealous child while you get out of bed. Your stiff cock, dripping with wetness, points at the doorframe and guides you to your target like a cruise missile, precise and merciless. You step through the door and look to the side, down below.
And there she is. Your daughter Alice.
She has your shirt on which lies in wide waves on her steaming hot body. Her black panties hang from one of her spread feet and her toes cramp together in panic while her googly eyes are glued to yours like magnets. Her chest rises quickly, you’ve timed it well, she’s almost come, and her hair presses flat against the wallpaper of the hallway. Her mouth is open and her lips are wet, her flawless teeth flashing behind the soft flesh of her lips while your daughter crouches at your feet, looking up at you in fear and shock. The sparse candlelight from your room illuminates the floor and makes her small body look like that of a porcelain doll.
And that’s what Alice is. She is your property, she has known that all her life and you watch over her and make sure nothing happens to her.
She is not like Elise, Alice is a Winters, she knows her value to you and the world. And she is proud to be so valuable. And she knows that her value comes solely from you and the things you do for her.
You stand naked in front of her, your rod magnificent and shiny in front of her face but her round, loyal puppy eyes resting only in your face. There’s some fear in her gaze, that’s what you want. Alice must fear you or you can’t take care of her properly. There is lust in her gaze, mixed with curiosity, that is also good because otherwise you could not protect your daughter from the world out there and make her strong at the same time. Normally only one of those things would work at the same time. Your child can either be strong or safe. But you’ve found a way to do both by being the one who stands by Alice, always and in all circumstances.
And that is why what you see most in her loyal gaze is infinite love and adoration for you. You are so proud of her because she lets you do what you want with her.
You close the door to the bedroom, your wife laying on the mattres, then you are alone in the hallway with your daughter.
Writing Shark 