by Writing Shark
Power plays in heaven with Elise
“Holy shit!” No one calls Alice to order this time, it’s the same words, more or less, that go through the minds of all the girls around you.
It’s not the latest version, not even the Extended Range (ER), but with a top speed of Mach 0.9, Mach 0.85 in cruise and – and this is especially important when flying over the Pacific – a range of 7000 nautical miles, the Gulftream G650 puts a smile on your face.
Your job as an engineer at Lockheed Martin puts you in contact with a lot of aircraft, but the dream of flying never diminishes for you and comes right after the dream of your perfect family. Now you can combine both dreams in a flight of several hours over a continent, an ocean and a country. You can’t afford your own private plane, but when you started at the company you quickly increased your value there. You had the advantage of a stable home with an understanding and supportive woman there, nothing could stop you in your job this way. As a troubleshooter, you often travel abroad for a few days to reassure doubting customers or resolve technical difficulties. The Japanese government, a returning customer for Lockheed, has often called you across the Pacific and you know the small hut in the mountains outside Kanagawa well. So far you have always traveled alone and you will miss Miko, the petite, polite and obedient teenage prostitute who has always kept you company on the dark nights in the hut, both spoils from Kawasaki Aerospace Company, not so much the Japanese Government, even if they too use this kind of negotiation and reward techniques. This time you have brought your own stable of willing women and Miko will understand that now that she is coming with you, you will give priority to your wife, who, of course, knows and supports your right to feel good when she isn’t around.
The takeoff went smoothly, the slim landing gear retracted and just now you watched out of the big round trademarked windows as the Gulfstream broke through the thin cloud line and headed west. Soon you will get ‘feet wet’ and be over the sea. The right time to turn to your girls while the pilots turn on the autopilot and sit back. You know them and usually you would join them, which is against the rules but common practice in the company. There is no stewardess, you are not important enough for that and besides, you have enough distraction for the flight.
Since you took off in the evening, your family has spread out in the spacious cabin and is preparing for the night. Hellen sits in the back of the plane on a comfortable armchair reading a book, Japanese Cooking Recipes and Best Places to Relax in the Tokyo/Yokohama Metropolitan Area. Amy sits behind her in the jump seat, staring absentmindedly into the distance. You’ve seen that look often enough and surely she’s struggling with the lust inside her caused by the excitement of being near you while her chastity belt prevents her overheated brain from resting. Alice and Gemma have moved closer together after your family sex and now share the bed where you are supposed to sleep. They look like two little angels, high above the clouds, content and peaceful, arm in arm under the thin covers, smiling contentedly, dreams of you in their little heads.
In front of the bed with your first litter of daughters, there are two seats on the side of the plane that are hard to see from the back. And sitting on one of them, a leather jacket over her shoulders and a white skirt, gray leggings underneath, is Elise Schommer, your third, unsuspecting daughter.
“Hello” she greets over the whistle of the turbofan engines and smiles at you. Of course you know she was rubbing her little cunny when you were leaning against the toilet wall, but judging by the look on her face, she’s already in need again. She takes too long to turn her innocent nervous look into a cheeky grin, but you give her the illusion that she’s in control. You like it. It’s not her fault she doesn’t have the tools to deal with you, and unlike with Hellen, you have no problem judging Amy for that, and so it’s your job to give Elise the opportunity to take the next and most important step, to fall in love with you.
“Hey.” You lower yourself into the seat across from her.
“Thank you for letting us come with you,” she says immediately. She’s a fast learner, inheriting your intelligence and the fuckable looks of Amy. “I’ve never flown in an airplane before.” She looks around in wonder and you realize she’s like a little baby seal, fresh off the beach into the deep dark water. And you are the shark beneath her. You’ve already eaten her mother and now it’s her turn. Controlling Elise is easier than you think and you enjoy the feeling of playing with your prey, making the girl think she is in control. Her control is just another means to have your fun.
“You don’t really deserve it,” you say sternly and she looks at you like you’re about to kick her out the door. You smile and even put a little uncertainty in the corners of your mouth. “But you’re just impossible to resist I guess.” Elise jumps at the bait and dives into the darkness, oblivious to the danger.
“True enough,” she says, sitting up straighter and thrusting her small breasts out at you. Under her thin white shirt, her black bra stands out clearly. “But it looks to me like my best friend also knows that for some guys…” she waits, considers and risks it “and men too… she’s just irresistible.” You nod.
“I’m very proud of my daughter that she knows her worth. And that she keeps it for the right man.” Elise and you are working on the same level, which pushes the girl further toward you.
“And what do I have to do to prove my worth to you?” She smiles cheekily, insinuatingly, but she’s not powerful enough that you can’t see behind her facade. She’s pining for an answer from you, a way, a solution. And you’re a nice man.
“Who says you have any value to me?” A man whose time you have to work for. Elise looks at you, not hiding her wounds. “Go on,” you tell her, indicating that you are flirting, and that you know it, and that you approve of it.
“I’m the same age as Alice,” Elise says softly. Then she looks at you. “And I can do the same things as Alice.”
And then she spreads her legs slightly, showing you the seam in her leggings, right in the middle of her crotch. Her voice betrays her desperation, fear, and resulting murderous determination to sleep with you. She plays the game almost as well as you, but only almost.
“Is that so?” you ask, leaning back, making room on your lap. Elise nods and lust floods her head.
“I know…” She’s careful in what she says, you like that. “I know you’re a good father to your daughters. And I know you’re too strong to be forbidden anything. Whether it’s by your wife or…the law.” Her eyes sparkle.
Of course you know she’s been watching you with Alice. A happy coincidence that now, as always, works in your favor.
“Careful young lady,” you say, but don’t move. “I lead a life that you and your mother cannot comprehend. So don’t even try to force your way into it or judge my wife and daughters.” Then your voice softens. Carrot and stick, you’ve mastered both. “But there’s always room for good girls with me.”
“Alice is certainly a good girl” smiles Elise. She’s easy to be with. She responds well to alternating between tough and caring father. “And Gemma definitely.”
And then Elise can’t take it anymore. You’ve given her a target, and she seizes the opportunity. A little wobbly, she swings herself up from the seat and comes toward you. It’s a primal instinct that guides her and you cultivated it, the need for a female to get a strong, dangerous male to protect her. And especially Elise with her poor upbringing knows only sexual favors as a payment for that.
Then you feel the soft flesh of her firm butt on your wide lap. Where Alice is sexy shy, Elise has no time and immediately goes full on it. And yet she gasps briefly as her butt flattens the big dent in your pants. Then she catches herself again.
“But something tells me that you also like to turn your daughter’s world… upside down.” Her back is turned to you and she turns her head, giving you one of her most beautiful smiles. “And that’s the kind of girl I can be for you Mister Winters.” Then she realizes she just sent you an invitation. “If you’re not too busy with your beautiful wife.” That makes her wince even more. As hard as she tries, a girl like Elise will only ever play the bitchy beast around you. Inside, though, they’re all lovely little fluffy creatures who are only in this world for your pleasure.
Your hands wrap around her slim hips and you feel her gasp softly as you push her down on top of you instead of away from you. Elise feels your erection in your pants pressing into the soft fabric of her leggings under her skirt. As if by itself, her butt moves half an inch to one side, then the other while she feels you against her. She may want to be the wild one, but you’ve done this hundreds of times, she never has. But you’ve taken the lead in her life anyway.
An audible whimper escapes her throat as you push her off you. Your stiff cock grazes the fabric of her leggings, sending an electric tickle through her body that paralyzes her legs and leaves her cowering on the floor. Startled, Elise spins around to face you, her legs bent beneath her, her hands on the Gulfstream’s expensive carpet, fingers splayed, eyes wide.
“You’re a smart girl Elise Schoomer,” you rumble menacingly. “Maybe too smart.” You watch her swallow hard, then her mouth stays slightly open. “You’re my daughter’s best friend. You know a lot about my family.” Elise nods dully. “What do you know about? Tell me. Tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours.” You smile with pleasure. Of course you already know what’s going on in her head. “Speak it out. Admit it to yourself.”
And Elise does.
Writing Shark 