by Writing Shark
A new life for your daughters
Your wife Hellen still giggles like a little girl when you kiss her neck and massage her shoulders. But she would never say something like ‘Leave it, I have to work.’ Resistance doesn’t really exist in her and after you regularly fuck her two daughters and her foster daughter, she pounces with feminine force on every touch and every gentle or hard gesture you give her.
“How it’s gowing?” you ask.
“Good. Here.” It fills you with male pride that Hellen is capable of so many things. Of course, women are capable of things on their own, but perfection, real, happy perfection, can only be achieved under the supervision of a caring, strong and dominant man. Only with masculine force, femininity can grow. You trained Hellen well and of course, she doesn’t use her mathematical and planning skills as an opportunity to pull any feminist self-determination bullshit. For three days, Hellen has been poring over the family’s finances and monitoring your investments in your company’s shares with eagle eyes. Your wife is good with money, especially because she spends it on her family and not on her emotional desires and so women in your family make the decisions about the money you earn, knowing that they are spending it on you and your loved ones, not for yourself. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the numbers. Hellen put Amy’s 40k and the knowledge of what will happen to your company’s shares after your daughters messed with the brains of the Japanese managers to good use and reinvested the profits. “Will that be enough, darling?” You kiss her gently on her warm, soft skin and caress her shoulders.
“Yes. Well done darling.” That’s enough reward to get her through the hard work and her smile is your reward. “I love you so much.” A deep kiss, then Hellen giggles again.
“But I should actually make dinner.” Together you look into the kitchen where Gemma and Valerie are standing. Your maid may be older but Gemma is still two steps above her. The girls learn to cook together and even have fun cutting ingredients and throwing them into the big pot.
Valerie has thrived after you broke her brain and her Stockholm Syndrome has turned into genuine affection as she does genuinely useful things and receives genuine praise that she has worked hard to earn. She wears her black and white ruffled uniform with pride and her movements are energetic and direct as she helps your youngest daughter.
Gemma swims in her youthful naivety and lives for the moment. You have ensured that she will hardly think beyond the next hour and you are already seeing the first signs of the final stage of her domestication. If she was once too stupid and spoiled to see your plan, she is now full of love-filled trust and would throw herself off a cliff for you without hesitation, you would assure her that you would catch her at the bottom. Her dependence already exceeds Hellen’s and even if you can’t trust Gemma with much of what your wife can do, you still want it that way. Gemma was never meant for more than the role you planned for her and seeing her give herself to you so much, even if she doesn’t know what the next day has in store for her, moves you so much that you have to grab Hellen and kiss her not to spoil the surprise for Gemma.
“Daddy!” comes out of two mouths a short time later. Apparently today is the day that they have succumbed to their youthful urges, as they throw themselves into your arms and cover your whole face with kisses. Their bodies are light in your arms as you lead them into the house, a young girl on either side, both purring contentedly.
“How was your day, my two angels?” you ask and feel their hands on your body.
“We need to talk to you about something, Daddy,” Alice whispers as she stands on her tiptoes so she can kiss you.
“Not now,” you admonish her and point to the table where Hellen is sitting. Your daughters’ eyebrows scrunch briefly, but they are well trained and bad thoughts have no place in their little heads. Daddy decides what is important to them.
“Hey Mom,” Alice greets her mother and Hellen waves to her while she types something into a calculator. Behind you, Grace comes in the door but Elise kisses you one last time and then goes into the kitchen. You hear a clap and a scream from Valerie. “Hey, Sis.” At least she’s nice to Gemma.
“Is everything okay in the house?” Alice asks you in the living room without letting go of you. A nod confirms that you are happy, that her life has meaning and Alice feels that way. “Can I have you then?” Her eyes focus on you, squinting slightly as she nibbles on her lip.
“God, I love my family so much.” Elise sips her orange juice while leaning relaxed against the kitchen counter and looking into the living room. With a satisfied smile, she watches her father’s muscular body as he hammers Elise into the corner sofa with all his strength, like a hammer thrashing a nail. The girl screams and curses wildly, clawing at his crumpled shirt while her panties hang off one of her thighs.
“Daddy cares for us,” says Gemma and tastes the sauce, only dressed in shoes and a white apron, her firm ass sticking out.
“You too.” Elise pats her sister on the arm. “We are all connected and that feels so nice.” The two girls smile at each other. “Considering that I wouldn’t have noticed you otherwise. You’re such a nice girl.” Gemma giggles and hunches her shoulders.
“You’re only saying that because I handed you Tiny Titts.” Valerie kneels between Elise’s spread legs, her head thrown back, her back arched, a rope of pussy juice on her cheek, her nose pressing Elise’s clitoris and her tongue licking through her dripping snatch.
“Hah…” Elise breathes. “Not just because of that. It’s so liberating, don’t you think? Three girls in one house, all getting fucked whenever their daddy wants them to. Shit, we’re so lucky.” Gemma flinches at the bad word, but smiles.
“Ah!” comes from the living room. “Fuck! Ah ah ah Da-ha-ha-dy-hy-hy!”
“God, I want him inside me.” Elise nibbles on her lip and pushes Valerie’s head deeper into her with girlish force. The young Maud huffs into her snatch and licks even faster, desperate to be of use.
“He’s particularly ambitious about them,” Gemma murmurs, briefly looking up from the stove. “Do you think…” The two sisters already act as if they would live together forever, having already shared the most intimate details with each other. “Do you think Mistress Alice has already asked him… if…” Elise giggles.
“I don’t think Alice is able to talk right now.” But then Elise sees the expression on her sister’s face. “But don’t worry.” She hugs the 18 year-old girl. “Daddy cares about us. He will decide it.”
“Yes.” Gemma smiles and continues cooking.
“Fuck! Daddy, I’m coming! Please may I come?” Alice can be heard clearly.
“Gemma! Elise!” The two girls turn around and look at the living room. “Get your asses in line here! Now!” Elise immediately sprints out of the room without looking back, knocking Valerie to the ground. Gemma throws the wooden spoon into the pot, picks up Valerie, who is gasping for breath, and places her in front of the stove.
“Don’t screw this up for Daddy,” she admonishes as she rips off her apron. Then she disappeares too.
Writing Shark 