by Writing Shark
A transcontinental fuck on the flight home
It’s early in the morning, very early, and you’re standing at the front door watching your family load the suitcases Amy hasn’t managed yet. Alice looks tired, you and she have spent the night sleeping in front of the fireplace, arm in arm after having a pleasant time and several gentle orgasms. It was nice to sleep with her in a tender way and your muffin has settled well into her role and is now directing the other women as they load the car.
A few hours later, the Gulfstream lifts elegantly into the morning sky, towards the rising sun. It will already be afternoon when you land at home and Alice is already slumbering on the bed while Hellen helps Amy to the spacious toilet to help her relieve herself. While Elise looks out the window you look at your youngest daughter. When your eyes meet, she smiles cautiously at you and you beckon her toward you. Elise follows her with her eyes, but then puts headphones in her ears and turns away.
“Yes father?” You pull the girl onto your lap and she sits sideways on you and leans against you while her mother walks to the front of the plane with Amy.
“Why don’t you call me daddy?” you want to know. You want her to think about it and come up with the same answer you did. And after your lesson, she doesn’t disappoint you. She is open and honest without forgetting her place or value to you.
“I don’t know if I deserve to call you that father. I’d like to, but…” She shrugs a little helplessly. You stroke her soft skin and she shivers.
“It’s been a hard time for you, I understand,” you say “Do you know what international waters are?” Gemma shakes her head. “It means international laws apply here. Not like back home. As long as that plane is over the sea, you have my permission to speak freely. You are my daughter and I will accompany you on your journey. That also means that you now have the chance to speak to me openly as Alice is allowed to.” You kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll take care of you too.”
“Okay… daddy.” Gemma thinks for a moment as her hands glide over the skin on your neck. “I want to serve you daddy. More than anything. I just don’t know how.”
“You mean the punishments?”
“I know I’m not as smart as Alice, and I know I’m not supposed to hate myself for it. But… But I don’t know if I’m a good daughter for you.” Seeking help, she leans her head against your shoulder. “After all the punishments.”
“Do you know why I’m punishing you? Or for what?” You stroke her hair and Gemma feels the twitch in your pants, but doesn’t move, enjoying your touch. She shakes her head slightly.
“I’ll just say what’s best for you. But I don’t know… I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Look at me,” you demand. Your daughter obeys as she always does.
“Enough of this, understand?” You smile. “You’re right where Alice is from now on. She was just faster than you. She submitted to me, just like you did. She let me raise her, just like you. And even if you still stood by your mother, that’s over from now on. You know who owns you.”
“You daddy.” And then you explain to Gemma.
“I had to take you to the same place Alice is. To a real, pure, loving submission. Not because of the sex or your mother. But…” You look at her expectantly and Gemma beams.
“Because of my love for you,” she says. It’s not a question. You smile. Gemma is happy.
“The punishments, it wasn’t all because you did anything wrong. It’s just that I enjoy it. And it turns me on.”
“Me too,” your girl murmurs.
“It’s not about learning. It’s about you seeing me the way I want you to.”
“The way you deserve it daddy.” Gemma snuggles up to you, happy.
“Loving me will be a new experience. But from now on, you’re just like Alice and Elise. Your happiness is mine just like your sorrow and I take care of both. I’ll make the happiness come and the suffering go away, even if I have to spank you for it.”
You can see it, you can feel it. You can feel the love you have cultivated in Gemma over the past months. With fear of you, you have subjugated her to you, with restraint, you have made her dependent on you. With a hard hand you cornered her mother in her mind and with affection you took her place. And under the pain, fear and affection, love has grown. Not the love of a daughter has for her father. Real love. Constant and strong because of the values you instilled in her through your beatings. And Gemma is happy.
“I love you daddy” she says. “Thank you.”
Hellen watches you contentedly over the edge of her book while Elise just pretends to listen to music and has her hands between her twitching thighs. You have several hours of flying ahead of you and you can enjoy the time with Gemma, take it easy. At least a little calmer than the last time.
The petite girl sits on your lap, her clothes spread out on the cabin floor and her bare feet sticking out into the aisle while you support and guide her youthful body. Your cock doesn’t slide all the way into her, you leave her in control, a privilege she handles well and carefully, asking you again and again if you like her, if she’s good and if her cunny satisfies you. Whenever she doubts, you kiss her and press a little deeper into her, make her squeal or sigh and kiss her intimately on the mouth.
Sometimes Gemma cries with happiness, sometimes she pants when you increase the speed, sometimes she babbles out her love to you when you lick her small breasts and bite her nipples and pinch her ass cheeks.
You fuck her a little harder next to Alice on the bed, standing in the isle and holding her legs together over your shoulder, making her extra tight and driving her juices onto the expensive bed sheet while Gemma looks at you from her big eyes and falls more and more in love with you with every trust and every squirt of love juice you drive out of her.
Finally you lift her up, she is very light and amiable, and place her with her knees on the leather chair. Your princess stretches her bottom towards you and looks at you over her shoulder in love, then she clutches on the backrest as you thrust into her, this time even deeper, and run your thumb over the entrance of her asshole.
Where Alice is wild Gemma is obedient. Where Alice takes risks Gemma goes all the way. You’ve got a little whore daughter in Alice who knows what she wants, a filthy slut in Elise who has found the energy to jump into the kinky gaps Alice leaves (as she conforms more and more to her half-sister and becomes a good girl) and then you have Gemma, a slave to her feelings for you, liberated and obedient, detached from her mother and subjected only to you, anxious to be perfect for you and doubting that she has a place in your heart if she only does what you tell her. Your three dear daughters.
And all three can change their positions at will if you want to fuck them differently. Plus Hellen who keeps the group together and Amy… you don’t know what to do with Amy. But you don’t care and when Gemma slumps down on top of you with a last hoarse moan, the west coast of the USA already visible, you have made a decision concerning your muffin’s depraved question.
You carry the sleeping Gemma on your arms out of the airport into the cab. You hold her in your arms the whole way. At home, you carry her upstairs to bed, tuck her in, brush her hair out of her face, and look forward to the next morning.
Writing Shark 