by Writing Shark
Gemma is free and happy
Even late in the evening, the weather is pleasantly warm and a cool wind from the sea gives the air a pleasant climate. Gemma, on the other hand, looks damn hot.
You have prepared for all eventualities but the light white shirt, cut short so that the skin below the belly button is exposed, and the beige shorts show enough skin to stimulate your imagination, but seem chaste enough so that Gemma doesn’t attract attention. Your cock is still hard as iron thanks to the white headband and the big bow on her hair, which make the 18 year-old girl look young and vital, as well as playful and innocent. Only you know that she has a big load of cum inside her that is currently marinating in her panties. All in all, you are amazed at how self-confident she is today, in this strange place where no one knows her. That is a side of her that you will enjoy.
“What do you think people think of us, Daddy?” your daughter asks playfully while playing idly with her tableware like a little child. It takes energy for her to hold back and she shifts impatiently on the chair she is sitting on. The round table with the white tablecloth on it is on a pedestal a little way off. Lanterns shimmer above you, you can hear the sound of the sea on one side and the other guests are sitting on the other. The mood is relaxed, quiet music is playing in the background but children and other guests of the resort are also laughing, exactly the atmosphere you wanted.
“You can wish for it,” you say, taking her hand and stroking her soft, pure skin while she gets lost in your eyes. “We can be a couple if you want. People will despise us but that shouldn’t bother us.”
“I could be your daughter’s friend and you could be my sugar daddy,” grins Gemma and you wonder if it was Alice or Elise who taught your little daughter these vile words.
“We can also be father and daughter,” you say. “You were naughty and got pregnant and I’ll spend a nice holiday with you before I lock you up at home for the rest of your life.” That makes Gemma grin. Both stories have some truth in them, but are still wicked enough to make her wet and you hard. And that’s important in a relationship. Gemma wrinkles her face and thinks hard. Then she shrugs.
“I don’t care what people think, Daddy,” she says and smiles like a little angel. “Whether they think I’m your daughter that you’re fucking or just some whore or even your slut girlfriend.” You feel her foot on your thigh. Gemma has to slide down a little in her chair and she leans on her own seat, but she nibbles on her lips while her toes run over your leg and inwards your thigh. “I just want your cock in me.”
You look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds as you examine your daughter. You see the burning desire in her eyes, the desire to submit to you.
“I really have a slut daughter,” you smile at her and she nibbles on her lower lip. “You little rotten girl.”
“Your little girl Daddy,” she whispers, getting the telltale red on her cheeks. Without looking around, you speak to her.
“If you want to be a naughty slut, Daddy will make it happen. Plant your hot piece of ass under the table and suck me off.”
And of course, Gemma obeys.
You strain to order dinner for you and your daughter from the waiter and assure him that she is only on the toilet, not under the table, with your cock half in her mouth and her fingers around your full balls. It is risky, but so is loving and fucking your daughters and raping other women. And Gemma is so good. Free and happy, she licks and sucks your cock while the sea roars, the lanterns light up and people, young and old, sit next to or walk past you.
Eventually the food arrives but Gemma is still under the table, hidden by the white tablecloth and trying not to make a noise while your cock stretches and expands her throat. She isn’t such an expert like Elise the blow machine bt Gemma’s BJ is loving and caring like a mother’s.
“Do you need anything else, Sir?” asks the waiter and you shake your head as he turns away.
“Sauce,” suddenly comes quietly from under the table. The man turns around.
“Pardon?” You clear your throat noticeably.
“Sauce,” you grunt, then grab the table as Gemma sucks on your cock like a mad woman. Your balls tighten and you feel your cum travel up through your cock into her greedy mouth. You shoot your load into her eager little mouth, feel her tender lips quiver around your cock as you pump her full of your cum. You hear her excited gasping and swallowing under the tablecloth and experience the naughty, detached Gemma who can hardly believe what her daddy is doing to her.
“Of course, Sir.” The man looks at you briefly, then disappears, probably getting upset about the arrogant Americans without wich his country couldn’t exist. You, on the other hand, see how the stars of the evening sky mingle with those in front of your eyes and are just stunned as Gemma takes your cock back into her mouth and sucks every last drop out of you.
Finally, she crawls back up after you have zipped up and looked around carefully. And there is Gemma. She smiles at you and her cheeks…
“Little fuckng beast” you grin and Gemma grins too. Then you remain silent until the waiter returns with the sauce. He looks at Gemma.
“Another drink, young lady?” Gemma shakes her head and can’t look at either of you.
“She’s a bit shy” you answer and pat your daughter’s hand. “At least give the nice man a smile, baby girl.” And Gemma obeys, turns to the man and gives him a heartwarming smile while her lips shimmer in the light of the lanterns. The man says goodbye again and Gemma wordlessly takes the white jug with the sauce. “Fuck” you grin as she bends over and pours your load of cum along with the sauce over the expensive steak that is in front of her. Then, with the last bit of cum on her lips, she looks back at you.
“Thank you,” she says, quietly and suddenly very shy as she spreads cum and sauce on the steak with her fork. You ask her what she means and even get an answer. “Alice told me so many things. How she rides you and milks your cock.” She giggles, carefree and happy. “I think I did that today too. And Elise always braggs about how well she can serve you with her mouth. Was I good too, Daddy?” You smile at her, in love.
“I think everyone here knows now that you’re my daughter.”
“That was sooo cooool Daddy,” she whispers excitedly and giggles as she licks her lips and puts a piece of cum steak in her mouth. “I felt like a cheap bimo whore.” She definitely got those words from her sisters. “Your cock was so hard in my little mouth.” Another giggle. You like seeing Gemma so happy. “Are we going to do this more often now?”
“Alice definitely likes it,” you shrug. “And Elise likes being in public with my cum in her pussy.” You take her hand and hold it tight while you admire her body in her flowy clothes, the bow in her hair, slightly out of place because of the BJ. Gemma falls even more in love with you as you straighten her bow.
“So…” She takes a light breath and flashes her eyes at you. “I expect my punishment for being impregnated by one of my classmates without asking, Daddy. And thank you Daddy for flying with me on this last vacation before you lock me up at home.” But you shake your head.
“No punishment Gemma darling. Screw the facade. Everyone should know that you are my daughter and that I love you.” Gemma sniffles again, quietly, but no tears come. “And I will never punish you if you take what you need from me to be happy. You are good just the way you are, Gemma. And I am proud of you.”
“Even if I take your cum?” You giggle and stab your spaghetti with your fork.
“You are such a good girl, Gemma. You only take what you need. And I am happy to give it to you.” Then you bend over to her, pull her to you and kiss her gently and lovingly on her forehead. “And now eat your steak with cum and sauce and tell me what you want for me tomorrow you little cum slut.”
Writing Shark 