by Writing Shark
A slightly different family trip
“Mommy! Daddy! Come on!” Freshly dressed in her chic short leather jacket, white dress and blue skirt with high stockings and Chucks, Elle dances across the nighttime parking lot in front of you. For the naive, poor girl it must be like a dream, as she is carrying the equivalent of six months’ income on her body.
“It’s so easy for her,” you amuse yourself as you and your ‘wife’ run after your ‘daughter’.
“We’re going to have so much fun with her.” Olivia presses herself against you. “That you can still remember it. My kink.”
“You are too valuable to forget something like that.” Olivia’s gaze becomes neutral for a moment and you think you have said something wrong, then she beams at you again and kisses you.
“I’m going to fuck that little thing for days.” Then she winks at you. “After my husband is done with her, of course.” And her smile is…different. “Or the two of us together. Like one big happy family.” You roll your eyes. If you wanted a family you would live in a state where there were still values and order, certainly not in Hollywood.
Of course the bouncers let you in with a ‘Good evening Mister Stratton’. No one in their right mind would turn you and Olivia Dunne away.
Inside, you lead Elle, who is shaking with excitement, to a V.I.P. Lounge and explain the rules to her.
“Everything here is on me,” you shout over the music while Elle sticks to your lips. She’s already rubbing her legs together under the expensive dress while Olivia looks at her with amusement. “If I’m not here, Olivia will be responsible for you. We’ll take care of you.”
“I know, Daddy,” Elle calls back happily. Then you show her how to order alcohol.
“Don’t overdo it,” you warn her, you don’t want to fuck someone unconscious. “But have fun.” You stroke her hair. “This is your night Little One.”
“Thanks, Daddy… but… How can I have fun?” That’s Olivia’s sign.
“Let Mommy show you,” she laughs and pulls Elle onto the dance floor while the girl gives you a wistful look.
For a while you watch Elle as the alcohol in her blood is distributed throughout her system by her pumping heartbeat. Olivia is also having fun, usually with the lustful looks that are always thrown her way, today preparing Elle for you to ignite. She dances closely with her, keeps her away from other men, laughs and is happy.
Then it’s time for you. One last song, then you stand up and join the two of them on the dance floor.
Elle jumps a little when she feels something behind her, but Olivia watches over her and shows her it’s you. Soon the three of you are dancing, close together. Elle is completely red in the face as the lights dance on her body. Then she follows your gaze. There are at least three men looking at her, not Olivia, but Elle Fanning, the naive, shy, drunk girl. Of course she missed that you and Olivia diverted the eyes from your girlfriend to Elle and so your tactics are having an effect. At first she is embarrassed and looks to you for protection and advice. You caress her body as you dance and encourage her and soon Elle is dancing a little more freely while Olivia nestles her back against your front.
And soon afterwards – intoxicated by alcohol, aroused by the looks – Elle does the same. Olivia shows her how it’s done and the teenage girl rubs her butt against you in the expensive skirt like a pricey escort girl. Then you turn her around, Olivia at your side. All three of you dance in unison to the music, your hot bodies close together, the eyes of the entire disco on you.
Then you kiss Elle. On the mouth. And the girl literally explodes in a sparkling fountain of youthful lust. She’s practically clinging to you and you can hear her moans even over the music as she wraps her legs around you, clutching you like a little sloth. You hold her with your hands on her tight ass and are sure of the views of everyone in the large room.
This doesn’t change, in fact it only gets more intense, when Olivia grabs your head and says something like ‘Mommy wants some from Daddy too’. Then you kiss and grope the two hottest chicks in the club while half the people want to join in and the other half wants to kill you.
The music is a little quieter in the toilets but what really always amazes you is how devastated the girls’ toilets are. Women are simply the real animals and as a man it is your duty to endure this mess for your wife and daughter. In addition, it is forbidden to have a threesome in the tight cabins and you have the best chance of averting the matter with money and power. But neither you nor your two arm candies care about the danger.
You always have a tongue in your mouth and a hand on your cock as you close the door to the cabin. Olivia gives you her signature smile that always makes you so hard and crouches down in front of you. She balances gracefully on her high heels while Elle has to go straight to her knees.
“Don’t get your skirt dirty, honey,” Olivia admonishes her.
“Yes Mommy,” Elle smiles and pulls the material up her legs and presents you with her wet panties.
“And now spoil her like mommy does little angel.” And Elle is a good daughter, pays attention, and watches as Olivia coats your massive cock with salvia for her.
“You’re doing so well Mommy,” she says in awe as Olivia spreads ounces of spit all over your raging booner.
“Just for you honey. Stand up and bend over for Daddy.”
“Yes, Mommy.” Elle obeys and then feels your hot, wet cock against her tight opening.
“Please Daddy more. Please give me more Daddy!” Elle is in heaven as she supports herself on the edge above the toilet, but so are you as you can feel Olivia on your body. The whole toilet now knows that you are fucking in the stall and you can hear angry women outside. But no one interrupts you, the stupid animals are too busy arguing with each other. The hot chicks think it’s great that someone else is as dirty as them, hookers don’t want to be hookers alone, the ugly ones are angry because they want to be hookers too.
You don’t care as you grab Elle’s youthful hips and slam yourself into her so hard that her entire body is lifted into the air.
“Come here honey,” you hear Olivia whisper. “Be a good dirty girl for Mommy and Daddy.”
“But my clothes Mommy…”
“Daddy has a lot of money Little One” is all you say. A short time later, Elle is lying on her back on the toilet, chucks in the air, skirt above her navel. You are above her and fucking Olivia’s pussy, who has placed her lovely body above Elle. You hold Elle’s legs and feel her tongue on your full, heavy and swinging balls like a kitten with it’s milk. Both of your girls moan like whores as you switch between their sopping wet holes and neither cares about the condition of their expensive clothes.
“Hello?” Suddenly there is a soft knock on the door behind you. A quiet female voice. “May I come inside? Please?” Elle stops licking you and you pull out of Olivia. Then you put your fingers under your daughter’s chin and pull her up in front of your face as Olivia makes her way from the toilet.
“Do you hear that Elle?” you say so that everyone can hear it. “That’s the fame. People want to be like you. They want you.”
“Yes,” says Elle.
“Yes,” says the voice outside the toilet. “Please. May I come inside? I’m 24, blonde, slim and willing.” You and Elle smile at each other.
“Make up your mind,” you say and kiss her on the cheek while she stares at you with puppy eyes. “You are the star.” It takes a while.
“Please,” the voice says pleadingly. “I am submissive. Hello? Please?” Elle looks at Olivia. Then she turns around, grabs your girlfriend/her mother by the waist and makes her sit on the toilet seat. With grace she climbs onto her back with her feet lifting off the ground.
“Fuck all our holes Daddy” you hear her say. “Let everyone hear it.” She turns to you and looks at you in love. “Fuck Mommy first and make her scream.”
This girl is yours.
Writing Shark 