by Writing Shark
Nightly meeting in a sleazy hotel
In the evening you are lying in your room, your loving wife Hellen next to you. You don’t have sex, Hellen is too important to you and a woman like her can live out and develop her strengths freely in your house. So you cuddle and talk about your daughters. The wishes of Alice, your little sex muffin, are of course more important than anything else, but it was Hellen who assured you that you were fair and just.
“She has to go her own way, darling,” she says with such determination in her voice that it almost seems as if you were a normal couple, Hellen as a woman has some basic rights in the relationship and your daughters are completely normal 20 year-old girls. “Her daddy fucks her brains out every day, a normal girl can’t make sensible decisions with that. But you raised Alice well and she is not normal.” There she is again, your Hellen. She kisses you gently on the cheek and caresses your chest lovingly. “She’s 20 and wants to show the world that her daddy fucks and owns her. That’s completely normal for a daughter her age.”
“I trust her,” you say, sulking, a weakness that you enjoy being able to show unhindered in front of Hellen. You’ve worked hard for that.
“She’ll cut off Connor’s little cock and shove it up his ass if he does something stupid,” your wife giggles, knowing you well. Another kiss. “But don’t worry about Alice now.” She nods toward the door. “You have other daughters.” Confused, you look at the door and notice the letter that is secretly being pushed under the door.
“What the…” With a glance at your grinning wife, you swing yourself out of bed.
“You’ve raised three wonderful, independent daughters,” your wife says as you read the letter.
“Oh, that’s why you didn’t want sex today,” you grin a few seconds later as you get ready for an evening out.
“You can have me whenever you want,” Hellen just says, gets dressed too and says goodbye with a kiss.
“How about a mother-daughter evening for you and Gemma?” you suggest. Hellen beams at the permission to fuck her youngest daughter and you see her happy smile as the door closes.
“Room seven,” says the bored teenager as you stand in front of the dirty desk and say your name. Suspicious noises come towards you from room three, moaning and panting. The motel is conveniently located for bringing hookers from the city here or for having an affair, either from the airport or one of the neighboring cities.
‘Come here and fuck me silly’, the letter said. ‘I’m a 20 year-old girl with a daddy complex and lots of unprocessed sexual energy.’ No name, but you would recognize your daughter Elise’s pussy in every blurry photo she could send you. As is your habit, you come into the room without knocking.
And there is Elise Winters.
You surprised her and she has just thrown herself onto the wide, surprisingly clean bed.
“Hello,” she greets you, sounding excited. You quickly examine the room and the door to the adjoining bathroom. The curtains are drawn and a red light makes your daughter look like a slut.
“What’s going on here?” you ask in a stern voice and watch with amusement as Elise becomes even more nervous. She nibbles on her lower lip, but the red light makes it look wicked and sensual.
“Can’t you imagine?” she asks, stroking the white velvet fabric of her long nightgown. Otherwise she is naked and her feet dance seductively over the soft sheets while her hands glide gently over her young 20 year-old body. “I want to thank my daddy that he owns me,” she whispers and sits up, holding out her hands to you.
“Why here?” The corners of her mouth twitch upwards for a moment, but then she becomes seductive again.
“You’ll see. Come here.” Her loose hair brushes over her shoulders as she nods her head. Then she smiles as you start to undress. “So beautiful,” she whispers as you stand in front of her in boxer shorts. She nibbles on her lower lip again and plays with the hem of her nightdress, which must have been expensive. But her pocket money has only increased under you, she’s a good girl after all. You step up to the bed and start to explore your daughter’s body with your hands. You’ve already done it with Alice, and Gemma will be your godd little breeder, never be treated like that by you. But Elise is a hot piece of meat, intelligent too, and submissive enough for you to give her the freedom she’s enjoying so much at the moment. “Wait,” she says as your hands start to slide under her nightdress.
“Do you really want to?” you grin and carry on. “I can see it. Your eyes are closed, your breathing is getting faster. You can hardly wait for me to take you.” You lay her on the bed and are on top of her. “My little loyal whore.”
“Daddy…” Elise gasps as your hot lips press and bite against her soft skin. “Yes… Mark me as your own. It turns me on so much…” Then her hands rise and rest on your chest. “But not yet.” She hates herself for it, but remains strong.
“Okay,” you just say and stand up. You have yourself under control and everyone here knows that you can take your daughter any moment if you feel like it. But like with Alice back then, this isn’t about you and you understand that. Elise initiated it herself but the wish is the same. “So what do you want from me darling?”
“Exactly,” says your daughter and sits up again. “That you fuck and destroy and own me.” Even in the red light of the room you see her cheeks blush. “Everything is perfect with you and I just want to give myself to you and obey you.” You take a step towards her, then grin as she shakes her head. “But I have to thank you first. Dad. For never giving up on me, even when I pushed Alice in the wrong direction. For showing me my worth in Japan and taking me into your family. For making me your biological daughter and giving me a good mother.” Then she breaks off and looks at the door. A soft knock sounds from the hallway outside and Elise gets up in her sexy clothes. “And even when my mother gave me to you and almost ruined both of our lives.” Then she opens the door.
Writing Shark 