by Writing Shark
Your daughter finally understands
“Dad…” whispers Alice again. She can’t say any more.
Everything is spinning before her eyes and if Alice would drink a lot of alcohol, she would have a comparison to the feeling she has now. But she is a good girl and doesn’t put herself in situations that are bad for her father. So she doesn’t know what it feels like to be overwhelmed by desire and is swept away by her lust for the man who makes her skin tingle with passion. The man who created her, gave her life and raised her.
His tongue feels so good on her skin and his hands are so strong and hold her tight. In his embrace, Alice feels as safe and secure as only he can. Nothing can harm her, all worries and limitations float away while the girl loses herself in the touch of her protector, embracing the sweet helplessness she always feels when he is near her.
She moans again, sways, feels weak and happy, dazed eyes and a dumb smile on her lips that tastes like her dad. And her father holds her, keeps her near him, safe and warm. That is where she belongs. Alice has always known it but now she is sure. It can only be like this. Her father has always been there for her, made her strong and determined, funny and confident. She is beautiful and hardworking, polite and obedient. It’s all for him.
Alice doesn’t care what her mother or sister thinks. She has never felt so good in her entire life as she does at this moment and she doesn’t even come to the conclusion that what they just did could be even wrong in the slightest way. Life is perfect and her head is swimming with hormones and lust, her mind is racing but still stands still, everything is focused on him alone and her brain can’t comprehend what is happening, only seeing him. She understands that this is heaven, this can’t be bad.
It doesn’t have to because her father is, has always been, the one who decides about Alice Winters and the girl looks into his stern, deep eyes and she can read in them. Until now he was always closed, for her to educate and Alice could never understand what her father wanted from her. Now she sees it. Now, finally, after 20 years, he allows her to see what he feels for her.
Alice feels her pussy twitch with the brutal, unknown force of burning desire and she feels it getting wetter than it always was. Everything in her body is fixated on the man she sits on, safe and secure, and he wants her, desires her, just as she is. She is what he wants and that makes Alice wet like a little whore.
“Dad…” It feels so right and the girl isn’t ashamed that she can’t say more. She doesn’t have to. Her father is there, and he’s got it all figured out. It feels so good. To be so really wet for him, ready to offer herself to him as the gift he demands and earned. She wants to. Somehow she knows it’s terribly wrong but she doesn’t care in the slightest. Nothing can be wrong when it feels so right. A daughter belongs with her father, she understands that now. Her place is beside him.
She leans in to him, closes her eyes and opens her mouth for him, invites him to take what is his, doesn’t know how to do so but trusts that he will take care of it. Her tongue sticks out and waits, twitching slightly, awkwardly but longing for his fiery touch. She wants him to kiss her again, to show her again that she belongs to him, even if he is married and happy. She wants to be his daughter, his lover, his girl. Alice wants nothing more in life than to feel this sense of purpose, safety and security again, for the rest of her life, for him to show her how to reach this goal, carry her to it and then take his reward. She feels his hands on her cheeks.
And then it’s over.
Her father gently pushes her away and, panicked, Alice opens her eyes and stares at him, stunned. No! Oh God no! Dad! Kiss me! Please! Her head spins and she feels dizzy. Why is her father doing this? Is she not good enough for him?
“Now you know you don’t have to be afraid Muffin” her father whispers and his face is again a stony image of confidence and sternness. But Alice has changed forever. She sees the care, the devotion, the desire in his gaze. He likes me! He wants me! A needy, deeply desperate moan escapes her but she knows she must listen to her father, there is no other way. As much as she wants to kiss him, he knows best.
And he told her not to be afraid anymore. He knows I want him. I just have to listen to him and he will always be there. It doesn’t help. Alice tries desperately to ignore the throbbing of her pussy, so strong she is shocked her body can have such devastating needs, the wetness that penetrates her panties and the goosebumps on her arms and neck. Her father knows best.
“Okay…” she breathes, losing herself in the depths of his eyes again for a moment. His fingers stroke her skin, sending electric sparks across it, waking her up again.
“I’m so proud of you Alice” he says softly. “You know what you want from men.” And he smiles. “That’ will guide you to your happiness.”
Alice doesn’t want anything from men. And certainly nothing from boys. She wants something from her father, from James. His name makes her shiver, and James rubs his hand reassuringly over her back. Alice feels warm and cold at the same time.
She knows that what she wants will not come true, and she is tragic, but at the same time she is infinitely grateful that her father has shown her that she has nothing to be ashamed of. He has kissed her, he has shown her what she wants. Him.
“Thanks dad. I won’t let you down.” And even if her wish doesn’t come true, Alice is happy. Her father has made her happy.
“Now get up, go brush your teeth, and then go to bed.”
“Okay,” she smiles contentedly. She wants to taste him inside her longer, feel the memory of his tongue, but what her father says is done and so his daughter rises from his lap.
Then she feels his strong hand on her arm and spins around. She freezes when she sees his smile and for a brief moment she sees past his facade right into the real him.
“And you can always come to me if you’re ever unsure about your place in life.”
That night, it’s simple. After fulfilling her duties, Alice jumps into her bed, kicks her wet panties off her legs, throws them to the end of the bed and pushes her shirt up. Her slender lower body presses into the sheets just like her head into the pillow as her fingers dance over her swollen and throbbing pleasure button. It’s so simple.
Alice is so charged up that it doesn’t take long and this time all she can think about is her father kissing her, stroking her and making her do more. She confides in him and he hugs her. Then he kisses her and she moves her body on him like she would never dare to do in real life. But in her fantasy she says the words she wants to say to him.
“Please have sex with me dad. I need you. Please…”
That night, Alice finally comes to a real climax. It’s bigger and more powerful than anything she’s ever experienced in life, and she imagines her father standing at the edge of the bed, watching her benevolently as she strokes herself for him, touching her small breats, willing her feet and curling her toes as she searches for his gaze, calling his name, John, and confessing her feelings for him.
“Anything for you dad…. Thank you for being there…dad…thank you…” Her orgasm washes her away. Then she experiences a second. And then a third. She is so proud of it and cries after each orgasm, happy to have finally made it, to have finally proven herself to her father, to finally have clarity. She is sewaty, her hands are cramped, her back arches and the sheets between her legs ar wet and steamy and it is so good.
Alice falls asleep half naked, her legs stretched out the quilt rumpled beside her, a satisfied, sweaty and exhausted smile on her lips.
She is dreaming of her father.
Writing Shark 