by Writing Shark
Elise falls for you
It feels good to win, even though it wasn’t exactly the Normandy invasion, but more like the conquest of Tenochtitlan. But still, winning feels good. Alice jumps up and down like a bunny on extasy and her backpack flies over her back while Elise looks like she’s seen a ghost. You step up to her and put your hand on her head reassuringly.
“Don’t worry about little kids like Valerie” you say and smile. “I think you’ve earned a ride. Look at my daughter.” Elise does as you tell her. “You’re a good influence on her.”
“Yes,” she murmurs, looking up at you. In her gaze you recognize everything you want to cultivate in her. “Can I go to the bathroom first?” You nod graciously and Elis hurriedly goes on her way.
As soon as she disappears, Alice takes a running start and flies against your chest. She clings to you like a happy, hyperactive sloth, shrieking excitedly as her breasts press into your chest. You reach under her butt and hold her against you.
“My god daddy that was sooo cooool” she shouts happily. “The way you kicked her ass, and Mrs. Hoover too! Awesome! I have the best daddy in the world! When we get back the whole class will be talking about it.” Your daughter presses her face against your body and muffles her shrieks. Then her reddened face reappears. “I can’t wait when you finally make Elise a good girl, too.” Alice is a good daughter. “And I can’t wait to fuck your brains out for this show in Japan.” A really good daughter.
Meanwhile, Elise slams open the door to the cubicle and rushes in. She is tugging at her school uniform even before the door has slammed shut behind her. She almost falls over as she unbuttons her skirt and pulls down her pink panties at the same time. Finally she leans back against the door, her panties hanging to her knees and her skirt around her black shoes and white socks.
“Fuck…” she moans and tugs at her blouse, desperate not to rip her buttons off but her nipples are screaming for attention just like her twitching pussy. “Fuck…” What would Mister Winters think if he saw her coming out of the bathroom with a broken shirt and unkempt? “Fuck…” Her fingers brush over her wet crack and penetrate her languidly. She’s so wet for him. The thought of the man, her best friend’s father, a married man, drives Elise crazy and she doesn’t care about the buttons.
It’s horrible. Several times a day she sneaks out to the bathroom or gets excused from class to give her needy cunt relief. And at home it’s even worse. She almost doesn’t come out of her room at all, and all she thinks about all day are the cold stares and the iron voice of Mister Winters.
“Come on” she moans, rubbing faster and faster over her swollen, twitching clit while little drops of pleasure juice fly through the cabin. Her knees soften and threaten to buckle, and images dance around in her mind’s eye, clouding her girlish, fevered mind. Alice, upside down, her father’s intimidating cock in her mouth. The pressure of his hand on her head, the feeling of being possessed, protected and appreciated. The fear of being near him, the even greater fear of not being near him. The panic of not pleasing him and the feeling of superiority when he bestows her with praise. “Come on you bitch… come on….fffffuckkkkk…”
And then it’s time. Elise feels the first waves of relief between her thighs, deep inside her. She feels the twitching of her labia around her fingers, the goal of her hasty effort to rub herself to an orgasm before…
Then the door to the girls’ bathroom flies open and Elise bites her lips painfully to keep from crying out in fright. She knows exactly who is standing in the room, she feels the presence even through the closed door. Then, with tears in her eyes, she has to restrain herself from crying out in frustration as she withdraws her hand and sits down on the toilet seat, pulling her legs to her chest.
Naked and sweaty, unappealing and wide-eyed, she sits there, pressing her chin against her bare, cold knees, listening to Mister Winters walk across the room toward her door. Her lower lip begins to tremble at the thought of him finding her in this miserable state. She’s afraid to disappoint him, knows full well he wants her, but thinks she doesn’t deserve him, doesn’t deserve to satisfy herself. She wants his permission. Needs it with all her being.
“What’s taking you so long?” his voice rings through the thin door. He could just push it open, break the thin lock, push her legs apart, snap her panties and… Elise shakes her head.
“Nothing…” she mumbles.
“Nothing?” The thin wall of the cabin bends as Mister Winters leans his strong body against it.
“Uh…” She swallows hard. “I mean, what are you doing here?” Then her eyes grow wide as she hears his laughter.
He knows! Doesn’t he? He knows all…
Her hand jerks down. She wants to reach out, touch and caress herself while Mister Winters stands there, not with Alice, but with her. But she mustn’t, can’t.
“I’m proud of you Elise.” Immediately her fingers part her labia, filling them with fiery warmth as she listens to his words. Her mouth stands up and she dares not to breathe. He can’t know what she’s doing here. Or he already knows. Elise can’t think. She doesn’t care. His praise feels too good. She misses the recognition of a strong character too much. She’s too invested in him… “Even if you are a naughty brat, your influence on Alice is undeniable.”
“Yes?” Her voice almost rolls over as her stomach rises and falls.
“Alice has a loyal friend in you. That’s why I’m taking you and your mother to Japan. You wouldn’t endanger Alice, no matter what you find out about her.”
“Never,” Elise gasps, strained and desperate but unable to control herself. The pressure is too much. She’s hooked on Mister Winters. “I respect her too much for that. And you too, Mister Winters.”
“You can call me James.” This time he must hear something while her hand rubs over her pussy like a whirlwind. Pain flashes through her lips as she bites down on them.
“Tha…thank you…” Again, Mister Winters laughs. Knowingly.
“I have no problem with you, Elise. Yes, I am strict, but I appreciate loyalty. You have the values I like in Alice too, it’s just no one ever showed you how to cultivate these things.”
“No.” Her words are choppy, toneless, strained. “True. Thank you.”
“If you keep being this good to my daughter, then… who knows…”
Elise comes with squeals like a tiny mouse. Quietly. And it almost kills her not to scream, to stomp, to bang her fists against the wall. She’d give anything in her life for Mister Winters coming into this dirty little cabin right now and making her as happy as her best friend. Who cares that they fuck if Elise has even the tiniest, slightest chance of a single fraction of the sheer joy he invokes in Alice?
“You don’t have to pretend with me Elise. You’re welcome to be rebellious, I can handle that and you wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve had to break for her own good.”
“Yeah…” she just breathes, wincing under the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I like your sassy ways, as long as it’s clear who’s in charge in my family. And if you don’t behave, if you endanger my family or yourself, then I’ll grab you, spin you around and… And stuff you so full of my truth that it’ll come out your nose again, got it?”
In her stall, Elise looks up at the bare ceiling, exhausted, confused but happy. Her legs hang limply from the toilet seat and her hair is disheveled, just like her clothes. She smiles.
“Who says I wouldn’t want you to, Mister Winters?” she whispers, unable to speak louder, not trusting herself. She doesn’t see it, but feels his victorious smile even through the closed door.
“I. Because I know you’re a good girl for me.” Then the thin wall of the cabin trembles again as he breaks away from it, and his footsteps echo in the room as he leaves it. “And Elise?”
“Yes sir?” She doesn’t even notice the salute.
“It’s a long flight.” briefly he waits and she literally sees him in front of her, cold smile, iron voice, victorious gestures. “I’ll give you ten more minutes.” Then he leaves the room.
Elise already has her fingers deep inside her again and is pumping into herself, imagining it’s James who’s going to do her in that bathroom, take her mind away. She gets all hot, as she always does when she fingers herself. But there is another heat, the one in her heart.
She won’t need ten minutes.
Writing Shark 