by Writing Shark
Of Lions and Lambs
He would have to look for his wife. And for his daughter. His family had been missing for two weeks. He would have to look for them.
But Harold Hoover is too busy fucking this little minx. He’s done it four times today and Amy is snuggled up to him in bed, purring like a kitten. It’s hard for him to think of anything but the woman at his side. His messages to his wife went unanswered but Amy makes sure with her hot body that he can never think of his family for more than a few minutes. And he likes that.
Why should he also worry? Valerie has been spoiled by her mother. And Grace might as well worry about him and reach out. And besides, Amy assured him that they were both fine. Yeah, he didn’t ask how she could know that but the blowjob she gave him was just too good.
And besides, Harold is a man. And as a man he has needs he didn’t even know he had. Amy is a submissive little slut and he likes that.
Not like Grace this old hag.
“Thinking about your family again?” Amy asks beside him, letting her hand wander. Harold is exhausted from sex, too exhausted – for days now – to think about anything.
“Yeah,” he mumbles and turns onto his back, pulling the covers off his stiff penis, “take my mind off things.” Amy giggles girlishly, so sweet and innocent. Then she swings on top of him with her insatiable lust, guiding his hands to her breasts, so naughty and hot.
“Fuck me Harold!” the young woman squeals variously, rubbing her crotch obsessively on his penis. For four minutes the two have been going at it like animals but Amy is simply insatiable. “Oh god you are so good! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Fuck Amy!” Harold likes to swear. Grace never wanted to. “Fuck you… Grace! Amy, you fuck so good!” Her hands land on his hairy, flabby chest and she looks deep into his eyes, but doesn’t stop milking him.
“Of course I’m better than your wife!” she giggles, pressing extra hard against him. “I’ll do anything you say.” She rears back, presenting him with her perky handy breasts and beautiful body. Briefly, she looks to the side, then back at Harold. Her expression has changed. “But am I better than your daughter, too?”
“Yes! You fuck so well of course you are better than…” Only now does Harold realize. Why is this suddenly about his daughter? The man looks at the woman above him and everything in his head screams danger. His wife is gone. His daughter, too. And this woman, young and beautiful, has suddenly appeared in his life. And now she is asking him about his daughter.
It’s a trap!
“You fuck me better than Valerie! You’re so much hotter than my daughter!” And still, he keeps talking. Harold can’t help himself and the moment Amy rewards him, her cunt tightening hot and wet around his penis, Harold forgets about his family. Fucking is his life now and Amy his own private cunt. And they were the right words. Amy moans passionately.
“Ffffuck Harold this is so hot. Tell me more!”
“What…” He shouldn’t. “What do you want to know?” And Amy kisses him passionately. But then she stops, rises, and rides him again, letting her pelvis slam down on his and shockwaves travel through his belly fat.
“How do you fuck Valerie?”
“I would…” But Harold can’t think. Amy is too good.
“What would you tell Valerie if she were here right now?” This is easy.
“That she’s nothing compared to you!” And Amy kisses him again, hard and lusty.
“More!” He feels himself almost coming. In a moment, it’s time. “Tell her she’s nothing to you! Tell her I’m better than her and her mother!”
“Yes!”
“Say it!”
“Valerie!” Harold moans and jerks inside Amy. He feels his testicles tighten. “You little bitch! You’re nothing for me! I’m fucking you and Grace! You’re just for fucking! You’re useless! You and your stupid mother! Amy’s better! Yes! Amy fucks better! Amy! Amy!” Amy throws herself off him and grabs his cock. Quickly, she jerks him off.
“More! More! Finish that bitch Valerie! Fuck her like you did yesterday!” Harold can’t think.
“I’m fucking my daughter! I’m fucking my daughter!”
“You’re raping her!”
“That whore had it coming! I’m fucking Valerie! I’m raping my daughter! And Amy is better. I love Amy! I love Amy!”
Harold comes. Stronger than he’s ever been in his life. The world spins around him like mad but he is happy. He sprays his lead high into the air. Some hits the triumphantly laughing Ay in the face, mouth, forehead, breasts. Other falls down on his sweaty, hairy belly.
If raping his daughter is the price to pay for fucking Amy, he will admit to it. It feels right to punish Valerie and Grace for leaving him or what else they do right now. And Amy is so hot. If she wants to hear him imagine those things he will do it for her, for her love. And for her pussy.
“Yeeeessss! Amy! I want to fuck my daughter! I want to fuck Valerie for you! I’m fucking Valerie!” He is out of his mind, screaming out what Amy is telling him while his mind is spurting out of him through his cock. He comes and comes, more and more, after all the sex he’s already had.
Harold is in heaven. Everything es perfect.
“Amy… I love you…”
“That’s enough.”
As Harold spreads the remaining contents of his testicles on his belly, he doesn’t hear the voice in the room at first. But he feels Amy disappear from his presence. This wakes him up. He looks after the beautiful, naked woman. And he feels it. And it scares him. Panic rises.
Amy disappears from his life. She is still standing there, he still sees her, but he senses it in her behavior, the gestures and the way she moves. Amy has disappeared from his life.
“Amy… Amy…” He sits up… and… “What…”
But he knows, he understands. The moment he sees the dark figure standing in his dim room he knows what is happening. And he knows that he has lost.
Writing Shark 