by Writing Shark
The Pact III
You don’t want to expose Grace and Valerie to the temptations of power for too long. Women do not understand power, cannot handle it and use it incorrectly. Giving women power is only useful to make them understand what you feel when you subjugate them. And you can see that you are right. As Grace and Valerie, mother and daughter, rub their wet pussies together like they’re trying to start a fire, you’re met by their grateful looks, overlaid by their loud, whorish moans. They do it like animals, wild and insatiable while Amy and Alice pamper your cock with dainty hands and featherlight kisses.
All four women experienced power today and discovered that they too can exercise power. But only Alice has been able to develop her own power, the power from within herself, and she understands the difference between being allowed to touch another man and what she is now doing to Harold Hoover. She would never touch this man, Alice will never touch another man. But her eyes are focused on the battered figure who sits on his hands like a schoolboy so as not to touch his twitching cock. He looks pleadingly at your daughter to allow him to come or just leave the room for a moment so that he can get some relief. But Alice is too busy licking your cock with the tip of her head.
As a king, you watch your queen as she experiences her kingdom, sees and rules her subjects. It’s intoxicating, the real meaning of the forbidden. You take away a man’s family just because they dared to say a few words against your daughter. And now you’re fucking your daughter in another man’s life, on his bed, with his wife and his own daughter.
It’s a drug and you enjoy the high.
But you also have yourself under control. You are all addicts here and have made a pact. Everyone is as free as you allow them to be and you enjoy control over people. But you are also the only one who doesn’t let himself go and distributes power in a controlled manner according to his desire. And Alice loves you for it, loves you for the freedom to torture this poor man because it makes her teenage cunt wet.
“It’s so big Harold,” she breathes warm air onto your wet cock. With her eyes closed, Amy enjoys your cock while Alice is the queen. “This cock owns your wife and daughter. We took them simply because we wanted to.”
“Oh Alice,” Valerie moans from the floor, riding her wet, dripping cunt harder against her mother, right in front of her father. “I’m so glad I met you. Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Mistress.” Alice allows the slip-up with her name, she is a good queen. Plus, your cock just tastes too good.
“Your life is mine now, Harold,” you say, stroking Alice’s head tenderly, her lips now on you shaft. You almost feel sorry for the man whose cock has already leaked precum and is desperately reaching towards one of the women who are spread out naked in the room. He has the same challenges and hurdles in life as you, life is equally bad for every man. It’s all about how you deal with it. And you decided to fight. And you won. That’s what separates you from Harold. And because you defied life, because you worked hard and determinedly to become the man you are now, you have four pussies at your disposal and Harold doesn’t have a single one. “I decide what happens to it. Do you understand?” The short, chubby man only has eyes for your women. Especially his wife and daughter, who kiss each other deeply for your pleasure while rubbing their smeared pussies together and maliciously enjoying the gaze of their father/husband. “Harold.” No force in the world could separate you from Alice, but your voice makes it clear that Halrold is turning away from the goings-on. That’s why he loses. “Do you understand what that means?”
“No.” At least he’s honest. Immediately afterwards he looks back at Valerie, who begins to moan loudly and untamed, holding on to her mother, lifting her ass of the ground.
“That means we are making a pact. A pact between… two men.” He doesn’t see your nasty grin, he only has eyes for his family. You’ve had fun so far, but now it’s time to think about the future. You are the man, this is your duty.
You gently pull Alice and Amy off your cock and press their faces together. The two immediately fall on each other and end up in a steamy sweatty 69 that allows Alice to rub Amy and watch you. Then you step in front of mother and daughter. Grace immediately stops satisfying herself with her daughter and looks up at you faithfully and expectantly. Valerie is still too inexperienced and really wants to come. Your hand on her cheek changes that.
“Six sir… or… five? Thank you, Sir!” You shake your head and sigh.
“From the beginning.” Zack! Zack! Zack! Zack! Zack!
“One two three four five sir! Thank you Sir!”
“Good girl.” Then you look at Harold.
“Do you like that?” you ask mockingly. “Mother and daughter happy and submissive?”
“Yes…” the man gasps, pressing his spongy legs together. “They… you… deserve it?” The man slowly gets behind the idea. “They… Well, obviously they want it.”
“They need it,” you say.
“Yes. Please…James…”
“We’re making a pact now, Harold,” you say sternly. “I am a good father. But there are areas in life where society makes it difficult for me to take care of my little angels. Do you understand?”
“No…James..please…”
“Keep your mouth shut. Shit, you’re weak. You are the principal of the school. And you want to fuck, I can see that.” Everyone can see it.
“Yes yes. Yes!”
“Then from now on you allow me to do with my women as I see fit. Even at school.” There’s no question. And Harold doesn’t see it as a question but just nods. “Then that would be settled. Do you want to come?”
“Fuck! Yes yes! Fuck!” And you’re not a monster. You haven’t gotten the shot today either, it’s just that you can tolerate this fate better than the man in tears.
Without further ado, you grab Grace and Valerie, pull them up and hold them out to Harold, who dares to take a step towards his family. Only then does he understand.
“Amy is mine, Harold. She’s too useful. But my maids… Who do you want?”
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