by Writing Shark
Your daughter tells you about your first victim
“Oh” you sound almost surprised but you both know you’re not. Alice has long since gotten used to your terms and is comfortable with your control over her life, you never put too much pressure on her.
What has been a loving and caring, if sometimes disciplining, father to your daughter, is an uphill battle for you. You know what boys are capable of who haven’t understood life. And Alice is 20 years old, you have never met anyone who understood life at that age. You yourself were immensely lucky, you were young when Hellen submitted to you. But that doesn’t matter when your daughter tells you about Connor.
He’s sweet and kind. You know him. Of course you do. You know every person in your daughter’s life. Every boy. And you hate them all with a murderous rage. But you’ve never shown it. Your daughter is all yours, both of your daughters, and since Gemma hasn’t shown any interest in boys yet, you can focus on Alice.
“I know you don’t like him,” your daughter mutters in the dark. “But he’s a really nice one.”
“Remember what I said, “you admonish her, not sounding very stern.
“Yes father.” Whenever you order her to do something, she talks to you like that. “I pay attention, and yes, Connor is really sweet and gentle. He’s interested in me as a person, not as a cheerleader.”
“Every boy is interested in cheerleaders” you just say and Alice nods. It was you who got her into this sport, three days after you decided she would be yours. Your wife looks gorgeous in the costume she bought from a sex store, but your daughter is just too much. You clench your jaw. Hellen is going to empty your cock today, you need to focus on the more important goal. Your voice softens. “You’ll be 20 soon and it’s one of the freedoms of dating Connor” you say, making your daughter happy and your stomach hurt
“I promise I’ll take care of myself.” On her own she stops and hugs you tightly. And you return the gesture. “I’ll always be your muffin dad” she purrs into your chest. Then she giggles. Your dick twitches. “Do we always hug this much now?”
“If you like.” Then you sigh. “I’ve taught you everything you need to know. In terms of boys, too. From now on we can take more liberties because I know you will always listen to me. I’m so proud of you.” And you know that these words will be burned into her sweet little head. You see it clearly, just need to reinforce it, but Alice is imprinted on you. Poor little silly Connor. Yet. You can’t bear the thought of seeing hands other than yours on your young daughter’s body, but this is the sacrifice you must make to be able to claim the grand prize.
“Hi honey!” You and your oldest daughter wandered around the lake for a long time and you covered up your subliminal programming with nice talk, compliments, jokes and paternal pride and longed-for closeness so that your little Alice now walks past you into the house grinning stupidly while your wife greets you in the hallway. “I missed you.” She kisses you on the lips, almost tenderly for the way you treat her but also because she knows her daughters are within earshot. But you don’t want to control yourself. Alice and Gemma are used to seeing you and Hellen in love.
You grab your wife and with a joyful giggle you press yourself tightly against her while her back crashes against the next wall. Your strong hands dig into her ass and she snuggles against you while your tongue invades her mouth. Your wife is putty in your hands and squirms under your demanding touches.
“Today was a good day” you murmur as Alice walks around the apartment in the background talking to Gemma.
“I’m so happy for you.” Hellen has that voluptuous blush on her face again and her eyes are already consuming you but it’s you that’s dictating your sex life. Her eyes shift to her daughters, then back to you. She smiles in love. “Did you had a nice evening?” Your looks say it all. “God James I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Then you spin her around, push her slightly away from you and give her a slamming slap on her ass. She’s wearing jeans and you can slap hard which makes Hellen giggle in love.
“God dad get a room” Alice laughs from the kitchen. Your daughters join your wife in setting the table for you and Alice. The others have already eaten but you wanted to wait for your daughter.
“These are all his rooms” Hellen admonishes her daughter and Alice rolls her eyes while Gemma focuses on the table.
During dinner, Gemma and Hellen just nibble away while you and Alice dig in, you and your wife keep getting lascivious looks at each other. Your daughters know that tonight is one of the many evenings they better keep their downstairs doors closed if they don’t want to be kept awake by the lustful screams from the second floor. Hellen and you are a model of a functioning marriage for your friends and colleagues and often the target of envious or admiring comments. The lies you tell them are already well rehearsed and planned and no one suspects anything behind them other than love and respect in both directions. They are right about the love.
“So Alice,” Gemma says as you stroke your wife’s hand. “How was it with Elise?” You give your youngest a friendly look and tear yourself away from your beautiful wife.
“She was fighting with her mother again,” your eldest says, rolling her eyes. “They just can’t seem to settle down.”
“Elise has to get along without a father,” Hellen says sympathetically. “She must be jealous of you.” Your daughter looks down at her plate with a smile and eats another piece. “Not everyone is as lucky as you two and I.”
“True,” Alice gushes, then tells you about her evening, the hugs, the trust, and the new freedoms and responsibilities. Proudly she sees your looks, but overlooks your wife’s lustful glances at you. And only you notice Gemma and her envious glances as she suddenly shows interest in the food while her big sister raves about you.
Writing Shark 