by Writing Shark
Aftercare for your loyal sluts
“Goodbye honey.” Grace Hoover leans down to her husband and kisses him gently and lovingly on the mouth. You allow her this closeness one last time, you don’t want it now that your juice covers her whole face like icing on a delicious cake. Harold Hoover is sobbing, not just because he is losing his wife, but because his daughter now has a load of his sperm in her stomach.
Valerie stands faithfully and patiently next to Amy and waits for you and Alice while Grace takes care of the last things and leaves her old life behind her.
“You’ll be fine,” she encourages her husband, dripping your juices onto his cheek. “Just do what Master James tells you and everything will be fine. And we’re not far away. If he orders it then we will come and visit you.”
“Honey…”
“Look at your daughter,” Grace whispers angelically. “She is happy. And she liked sucking your cock, believe me. We women do things like that to please a man.” Except that you were that man, but you can see on his face that Harold had other thoughts on his mind.
“Hop and go,” you say and Grace leaves her husband behind before he gets the idea to ask you for a second round on his daughter.
“Dad?” Alice sits next to you in the car while the other women find their own way to get home. “That was… incredibly hot.” Alice beams at you, confident and in love. “Thank you for letting me live this out.”
“That’s what I’m here for, honey,” you assure her. “Power is something to be enjoyed and I’m happy to give you that power.”
“But I don’t need that with you.” Your daughter leans against you as you drive the car through the night. She snuggles up to you and puts her head on your shoulder. Freshly fucked she seems to glimmer in the night, has an angelic smile on her face and those dim eyes she always get’s after a great fuck. She is so grown upt now, content on fucking her own father for all to see and you see it in her face. She loves to fuck you, only loves you more than that. She is depraved and a little whore for you, your little cute angel. She’s 20 and perfect. “What’s happening now?” she asks, drawing lines on your forearm while her breaths becomes normal again.
“With Harold? With him, I secured your and Elise’s future,” you explain with one hand on the steering wheel, the other lying around your daughter’s slim body, your fingers tightly and securely wrapped around her small breast, massaging her tenderly, sending shivers trough her body. You enjoy the opportunity to always keep her wet and horny and her deep, big, round and loyal eyes look at you thankfully.
“And Gemma?” While Alice was enjoying the evening, as a father and family patriarch, you kept your head free for more important thoughts than pleasing Grace and Valerie. You’re a little amused that you’ve found something that’s less important to you than Amy Schoomer but you found it in the Schoomer Girls.
“Gemma will not follow the path I have prepared for you and Elise,” you confess, pulling Alice close to you and kissing her on the head. “I give you two the opportunity to develop yourselves. Gemma…”
“My sister was always meant for you, Daddy,” Alice whispers. “Just like we all do.” Her hand places itself on your thigh and strokes you gently. “Decide over us.”
Once home, the duty of a father is paramount. While Alice goes to bed, you lift Gemma onto your lap. Hellen holds her in her arms while you let your little daughter bounce on your massive cock, slamming her ass cheeks on your lap while riding you like a horsie. With an exhausting orgasm you send your princess to bed with her queen, both with your cum deep in their bodies. Then you are alone with your wife.
“So?” Hellen asks as she cuddles up to you in front of the big TV. Together you wait for Amy, something that surprises Hellen but she accepts it naturaly. She just enjoys being around you.
“It is finished,” you tell her and hug her too.
“Valerie never had a chance against you,” Hellen hums, fighting against her tiredness. You too are tired but other things are more important.
“Not just that” you whisper and kiss Hellen. “Everything. My family is complete.” Hellen sits up. It started with her and you want to celebrate the end with her.
“I’m so grateful to you, darling. You make us a family. Us all. Thank you.” Her lips are warm and soft as they press against yours and then move down your neck to your collarbone.
In the comfortable presence of your wife, you allow yourself a sigh of relaxation, lean back and wrap your arms around Hellen.
“Now I can see the future,” you mutter happily. “The present belongs to us.”
“It belongs only to you, darling,” Hellen contradicts. Thanks to you and your punishment, she is sure of her position in life again. She is grateful to you and knows that she can contradict you on this. “We are all yours.” Her hands lie warmly on your chest. “It’s just like Mistress Alice said. All women are yours.”
“Maybe I should stop,” you think. “It’s fine the way it is.” And Hellen supports you as a mother and wife.
“Do you want to stop?” You look at her, grin, and she gives you the smile you fell in love with. Even if Alice is more important to you, what daughter wouldn’t be, you still love Hellen and she loves you.
“No.” Her smile widens. It’s that slightly silly but loving smile full of trust in you, your love and the future.
“And does Alice want you to stop?”
“You are good, darling.” A deep, long, loving kiss. You are completely relaxed and calm.
“You made me feel good. And Mistress Alice makes sure that I stay well.” Her hair smells pleasant and her body gives you warmth. “You have everything you need to conquer the world. Everything is yours. Take it.”
Valerie and her mother come through the door first. They have taken the and bus Valerie is only dressed a little more than before, but both seem satisfied. They bow to you and after you dismiss them they wave goodbye and descend to their basement dungeon like well-behaved maids.
“And Tiny Tits?” Valerie turns around and looks at you questioningly. “The next few weeks are going to be hell on earth for you, you realize that?”
“Yes, Master.” Valerie bows politely and then turns to leave.
“Come here, darling,” you say to Hellen. “I want you.”
Amy opens the door to the house quietly and carefully. Her feet hurt from the way home (the Maids deserved a bus ride, she not) and the already rising sun casts warm rays on her disheveled hair. She is tired and everything hurts but she is happy. She sneaks quietly through the house so as not to wake anyone, the Winters are infinitely more important than her. But then she sees light in the living room that mixes with that of the rising sun.
James Winters sits there, behind his wife. The two don’t have sex, they’re dressed. James massages his wife’s shoulders while Hellen’s head slowly sways from side to side. But James is Amy’s superior in every way, and even his senses are sharper than hers at this hour. He turns around to face her.
The usual fear grips her when he looks at her, but her burning love for him makes the fear act like an aphrodisiac and her cunt becomes wet again. It’s always the same game with this man and in shock Amy stares at him as his eyes fixate on her.
“Why did it take so long?” he asks quietly.
“It’s my fault, Master,” she says automatically. “I didn’t have money for the bus so I walked.”
“Come here,” he says and Amy obeys. In front of him, Hellen has her eyes closed and appears relaxed and peaceful. Then he hits Amy hard on the cheek.
“Thank you Sir!” she gasps as Hellen wakes up again from the bang.
“That was because you kept my wife awake.” Then his face changes to something that Amy doesn’t understand but makes her very happy. Master James smiles. “Now come here.” As if in a trance, she moves in front of him and squeaks when he pulls her battered body onto the sofa next to him.
“Oh God…” Amy whispers. “Oh my God… My God…” She can’t believe it when he puts his arm around her. Then Hellen does the same.
“That’s right Amy,” she hears his voice over the other woman’s calm breathing. “I am your God.”
“Yes my lord…” Her heart beats wildly at the proximity to him. Harold still feels within her that he has sullied her, made her dirty. She had thought she had forfeited the right to be touched by James. She had made this sacrifice to please him. Now she is in his arms.
“And you did a good job. Amy. I am happy.”
You hold Amy for a long time, fighting the tiredness together with Hellen while the young woman, failed mother, slave and sex toy cries on your chest like a small child. It’s touching if she didn’t stink so much of sweat and dirt.
But you smile contentedly as first Hellen falls asleep on one side of you and then Amy is overcome by her exhaustion.
The sun is already ringing in the morning as you fall asleep with the women in your arms that gave your the three most important people in the world.
Writing Shark 