by Writing Shark
You finger fuck Elise above the clouds
“You have sex with your daughters. At… At least with Alice.” Her voice is toneless, barely penetrating over the buzzing in the cabin. A few feet away, your daughters are asleep, behind them the other women are awake. But Elise has eyes only for you. “You’re having sex with Alice, and I want that too!” Then life comes into her body. Elise wheels around and crawls toward you. Her slender arms wrap around your legs, not daring to rise, she rests her dainty chin on your leg. The bulge in your pants gets bigger and bigger but Elise Schoomer… Elise Winters… looks up at you like a drowning woman in the open sea. She’s seen the shark. She knows she’s at your mercy, trapped in her life just as she is in that luxurious cabin 40,000 feet above the stormy waves of the nighttime Pacific. She can’t escape you. And she doesn’t want to escape you. She seeks shelter with you, at your feet.
“I want it so much Mister Winters.” Her voice is brittle, no longer teasing but submissive and loyal. “Alice is so happy with you, and so is Gemma. You have such a perfect life and me and my mother…we’re dying Mister Winters, we are poor and dumb and not so good as your daughters and wife, we…we just can’t.” She presses close to your legs. “But with you, it’s so easy… Sir.”
Elise has arrived.
Your fingers slide through the girl’s hair, messing it up, something girls don’t like. But Elise closes her eyes, enjoying your touch. Your hand wanders down, to the side of her face, caressing her skin. She tilts her head and smiles blissfully. Then she opens her eyes again as your fingers settle under her chin. Effortlessly you guide her up, toward you, until her upper body hangs over your cock and she has to put her hands on your thighs.
“You want to get fucked like I fuck Alice?” you ask, revealing your secret. Elise nods eagerly.
“Yes please. My mother would never let me do that. She’s sitting back there and… does she know? Does she know what you’re doing to me Mister Winters?” You shrug.
“Does it matter Elise?” She shakes her head as much as your fingers under her chin will allow.
“No. No Mister Winters, it doesn’t matter. This is what I want Mister Winters. I want you!”
“Say it,” you demand.
“I want you to fuck me Mister Winters! Fuck me and make me like Alice! Fuck mehurgh…”
Your fingers close around her throat and squeeze. Elise jerks back.
“Stay!” you hiss, and Elise obeys, more out of girlish instinct than the limited thought processes you allow her to have. Your hand denies her air, controlled just right as you perfected with Hellen.
Then your other hand roughly grabs her shirt between her firm breasts and tugs her body upward. With a soft whimper, suppressed by your fingers, you place her body on one of your strong thighs, her legs to its sides, her face turned towards you. Then you loosen your grip and Elise takes a deep breath, then coughs and grabs her where your fingers have stained her skin red. Your other hand pulls her body towards you until the tips of your noses almost touch and even though she needs the oxygen, Elise forgets to breathe as your eyes meet.
“You’re a horny little slut Elise and I’ve often thought about fucking that cute brain out of your skull. Even when Alice introduced me to you I knew your cunt would feel very different from my daughter’s.” Her eyes widen. “Shall we find out how your cunt feels?” Her nod is eager, anxious and excited.
“Yes please Mister Winters” she croaks, then catches her breath.
It’s knocked out of her in a moment as your hand lets go of her shirt and wander down some. You are not tender, Elise hasn’t earned that yet, but you don’t want to be either. While her face is turned towards you, you roughly penetrate under her leggings and the panties underneath. You know what you’re looking for and even if the girl takes longer, her body reacts faster than her brain while you strain the fabric of leggings and panties and dig welds in her strained sides.
“You are a born slut Elise” you praise her while her abdomen presses and twitches against your hand on your leg. In reality, the girl feels exactly like Alice. It’s just the fact that she doesn’t know you fathered her that makes the difference. You are just a brutally efficient man who takes what he wants, and thus gives Elise what she needs. Control and dominance. Just like any 20 year old girl. “Are you getting this, Elise?” you ask as your fingers start pumping.
“Yes…” she gasps and pushes her abdomen towards you, sliding around on your leg while her own legs barely touch the ground and buckle under her.
“What is that? What’s smacking so loud everyone can hear it?”
“My… My cunt…” You fingerfuck her faster, harder. It’s an exercise you’ve done thousands of times, most recently with your own daughter sleeping not far away in her bed, but to Elise you’re shattering a whole world.
“Wrong you little bitch,” you rumble, “My cunt.”
“Y-yes… Mister Winers…” Her young body trembles towards you, rocking on your leg. 20 years her mother has controlled her, and a few weeks near you, a few hours by your side, and you fuck Amy out of her mind, out of her life, replacing her mother with your presence, your rules, your world. “Your cunt… Yours alone…” Her eyes plead with you to keep going. Elise is lost in you, through you. You’ve taken everything from her. But she didn’t have much to start with either. Her dignity? What dignity has a girl who doesn’t know her sexuality or worth? Her intelligence? Elise is 20, there is not much that could be intelligent or experienced. Her freedom? You look into her eyes. Elise doesn’t want freedom. She has chosen you of her own free will.
“You belong to me now Elise” you say in the last seconds of her free life. “You are nothing. I am everything. I’m just bringing you to the best moment of your life with my fingers.”
“Yes!” Weren’t the engines there, everyone on the plane would have heard her scream. “Yes Mister Winters!”
“Now imagine what only my cock could do to your tight body.” But Elise can’t think. She exists only for you now, whimpering, moaning, trembling, sweating, quivering, breathing and praying just to please you. It is so simple.
Like Alice, you feel the powerful surges moving through her body, the shaking just before the climax, the release. Her eyes implore you, praying to you as to a god, a being who promises her redemption from the mistakes and fears in her life, replacing her failures with delicious joy.
But not yet.
Your hand presses firmly, very firmly, over her mouth. Elise doesn’t even notice it. But that changes as your hand withdraws from her and firmly pinches her sensitive clit. The girl cries out, her voice muffled by your hand. She screams and tears her eyes open… and presses herself tightly against you. She has no escape reflex while you deny her release and the explosive pressure dissipates inside her, leaving only pain and disappointment. And the animalistic fixation on you.
Your hand reaches into her hair and pulls her next to your face, your lips on her ear, her stiff nipples poking into your chest.
“Your sass is just a game Elise,” you murmur in her ear. “It’s fun to see you struggle. You don’t know it better and it amuses me. You’re helpless in any other way and that is kind of cute. But inside you’re a scared little, good, obedient girl, just like I want you to be. You will behave the way I like. You can rebel and I will fuck you for it. And when I want you like a devoted whore you are the best whore for me. You don’t want things, don’t want release. You only want what I want you to want. Got it?” Elise nods. “From now on, you’ll be just as submissive and well-behaved as Alice and Gemma. Then I will reward you.”
“Yes sir,” she breathes in your ear, breath hot and voice brittle. “I’m a sassy bitch for you and a devoted little girly girl. As you want!”
“And now I’m going to melt your brain and make you addicted to me. You will have no one else but me and this will be the last orgasm you will have for a long, long time. Only I will be enough for you from now on and your brain will imprint on me. Is that what you want?” The answer comes immediately.
“Yes sir.” It’s just a whisper. “Please.”
You give Elise her orgasm. And of course, you’re right. She clings to you like a drowning woman in the ocean and you give her protection. She whimpers as she comes and you bite her shoulder while her juices wet your leg. And Elise gets addicted to you. You can see it in her eyes.
“I love you Sir…”
“Starting tomorrow, Alice will show you what I expect from my girls. And if you’re good and keep me entertained for the week, I’ll give you my cock and an orgasm.” Then you push her off your lap.
Elise tries to climb into her seat, but doesn’t have the strength. You help her and cover her with a blanket. Her eyes radiate pure gratitude.
“I love you Sir…”
Then you leave her alone and sit down at your daughter’s bedside. Even though the rebellious nature of Elise makes your dick twitch as the shy one too, it’s nice to see Alice and Gemma so peaceful together.
Now you have three daughters, even if the third one doesn’t know her luck yet.
Writing Shark 