by Writing Shark
Gemma needs some help feeling free
“Do you have another wish, Sir?”
“No thanks.” You like to vacation in hotels and resorts for the upper middle class. You actually earn enough to belong to the lower elite, but there are enough advantages to enjoy the rustic luxury that the twenty thousand dollars in the Bahamas brought you. The flirtatious glances of the maid, for example, who, like many women, is just lusting after a single dad who has money and looks good. And on top of that, has such an adorable daughter as yours. “We’ll manage.” And you’re concentrating on this daughter now, but you’re sure that either the maid or someone other than Gemma will be sucking your cock tomorrow.
“Call me if you need anything.” With that, the maid says goodbye and leaves you and your 18 year-old, pregnant daughter alone.
“Finally,” you moan and fall onto the bed, Gemma’s eyes on your body. You raise your head. “We’re having dinner soon.” Then you point to one of the large bags. “Get ready for dinner. I want to present my well-behaved daughter to the world.” Gemma giggles lovingly and rummages in the bag.
“How do you want me, Daddy?” she asks, you grin. Gemma is completely fixated on you and she would go to dinner with you naked, her pussy pulled over your cock, if you ordered her to. Without further ado, you pull her onto the bed with you. Gemma snuggles up to you and strokes your body with her fingers.
“Princess, this is your time.” Your fingers also rest on her body, on her taut belly, toned from volleyball and tennis, under which life is already beginning to grow. “Soon you will be round and clumsy, just ask your mother. I know you want to please me, but for the time we are here, the last time in your life, you will have something like personal responsibility.”
“Okay…” the girl murmurs. You see that she can’t deal with the idea of individual freedom anymore and you smile.
“We are here so that you can ask me for whatever you want.”
“I want a child from you” is the only answer she is capable of and you roll your eyes mockingly. “I don’t know anything else, Daddy. I’m so stupid and happy. I don’t know how I can wish for something.” You, on the other hand, know that Gemma is not as stupid as she admits. She has too many of your genes for that. But you also know that she enjoys not having to think but just being able to react like an animal. But that contradicts the reason why you took her with you.
“Then I’ll have to show you how to wish for something from Daddy,” you grin, knowing a trick or two to get Gemma out of her stupor.
“Daddy… Oh my God Daddy… Thank you… Thank you so much… for… fucking me… owning… thank you for… loving me Da… Da… Da…ha…”
Her small breasts bounce in time with your thrusts as you catapult her light body into the air from below. Gemma is so small and light and your 18 year old bounces around on you like a doll while your cock fills half of her lower body. “So big… powerful… Thank you… Da…ha…” You take her head and pull it towards you and it is Gemma who sticks out her tongue and wraps it around yours while her tender lips (with strawberry flavor) press against yours while her hair rests in a makeshift braid in your hands. You mess up her hairstyle but Gemma doesn’t notice and as you slow your thrusts, more and more, you feel her inner walls closing desperately around your cock. “Daddy…” she begs quietly and anxiously, not used to making demands.
“I love you Gemma Princess” you whisper and rub your nose against hers while her big, faithful eyes stare into yours. Her hips are already starting to move back and forth as if automatically but Gemma has to notice so she understands what you want from her. “Tell me how Daddy can make you happy.”
It’s so sweet to see her eyes narrow a little as she concentrates. Just for fun, you gently thrust into her once, penetrating her deeply, stretching and shaping her body with your cock, making her gasp, moan and then giggle. Then you quiet down again, waiting patiently for Gemma to work up the courage.
“F…” She blinks stupidly, happily. “Fuck me Daddy.”
“Does my baby girl want Daddy to fuck her?” you tease. You like the way Gemma is starting to develop and you’ve waited 18 years to be able to talk to her like that.
“Yes please Daddy” she nods eagerly, much more eagerly than she ever did in school when answering a question. “Please fuck me and make me…” She shakes her head and holds her hand over her stomach.
“Say it baby girl,” you whisper. “It’s your time, princess.” Gemma smiles contentedly.
“Fuck me and make me pregnant with your child, Daddy.” Then she starts moving her hips, slowly, carefully, as if she’s trying out a new toy that her Daddy bought her.
“Daddy has already put a baby in your belly.” Your hands lay protectively over her belly, but Gemma shakes her head, a gesture that pleasantly surprises you.
“Can we please pretend that this is the one time, Daddy? Can you please put a baby in me?” You understand only too well. Again you pull her towards you, again you kiss, and Gemma becomes even more demanding, puts her hands on your cheeks and only lets you go when she has no more air in her little lungs.
“Daddy will put many babies in your tummy little girl,” you confirm. “This will be your life.” A tear of pure happiness runs down her cheek and you brush it away with your thumb. “But today will be the first time for you,” you say and smile. It turns out that all it took was the right incentive for Gemma to demand something from you. “Daddy will make your belly round today.”
“Oh yes, Daddy. Please.”
“Come and get it princess.”
You and your daughter fuck like a couple on honeymoon, sensual, slow, loveley. Gemma’s amorous moans, shrill like a mouse, echo through the room, through whose wide curtains the sea air streams in. You hardly steal any energy from her, you give her some, giving her two normal, loving orgasms before you spread your seed on her lovely face. Your orgasm is the most brutal of the evening, your moans the loudest, while your daughter kneels beneath you, her hands folded neatly in her lap, a satisfied grin on her face, eyes closed and a happy giggle on her lips as your load hits her face in several hard thrusts.
Then she gets up, diligently licks your cock clean and then dances naked and on tiptoes into the bathroom.
“I think I know what I want to wear today, Daddy,” she says calmly. “I need twenty minutes, I’ll hurry. Watch TV while you’re at it.” Then she disappears into the bathroom.
“Not even Hellen has ever spoken to me like that,” you grin and shake your head. Pregnant girls are capable of a few surprises.
Writing Shark 