by Writing Shark
Elise gets used to life on your cock
The next few days are tough. The Japanese government wants to put their own terrain tracking radar in the nose of your company’s planes and your job is to make sure the AN/APG-81 AESA is the right choice for the JADF. It’s hard work and that’s the way you like it and the Japanese have long dominated the radar market, surprising your potential buyers with good deals.
But this is not the only thing that surprises you. A quick glance at Alice, the head of your stable, reveals her agreement. You can’t give her that look in bed, but late in the evening.
It is Elise who surprises you with the smell of coffee and filled rice bags. The negotiations drag on all day and you have to get up very early. Of course, Hellen is already awake and has helped Elise in the kitchen but for the next three days your ignorant biological daughter sends her incestuous stepmother back to bed while she prepares a perfect morning for you.
From the first day in Japan she accompanies you through the morning and clearly shows you that Alice has taught her her duties. She massages your shoulders during breakfast.
“My tiredness doesn’t matter Sir,” she says and smiles as her fingers glide over your shoulders. “You are the man and we all owe you one for the hardships you take on for us,” she says.
“Thank you for letting me be here,” she says as you praise her for the coffee, handing you your cup with both hands and slightly bowed head. “Thank you for letting me choose your happiness over mine to prove myself to you.”
“Alice tells me the girls always try to send you off into the day satisfied. Alice is still asleep. Shall I tell you about my fantasies?” she asks you in the shower while she waits in her underwear and with a soft towel in her hand.
Elise is good. Your upbringing has made Gemma very shy, but also Alice, sweet girls and even if Alice, impaled on your hard cock, becomes a wild fury, Elise has worked on her sexual stories and presents horny thoughts to you while you masturbate in the shower.
You let her watch and grin every time she bites her tongue in distraction while telling you stories of desire, loneliness and lust
But this lasts only one day. On the second morning, Elise whimpers in near panic as you pull her roughly into the large shower stall.
“Tell me more,” you demand, grabbing her hand. The girl flinches as she touches your hot flesh, but then her womanly instincts take over and she reaches out, hesitantly at first, then more firmly, until she is jerking you slowly and rhythmically with her dainty fingers.
“I want it so much,” she says breathlessly, gazing at your cock as if entranced. Her fingers move faster. “Alice tortures me… Every night she tells us how good you are, how much she enjoys it and how she wishes you would fuck her again.”
“I have a lot to do” you admit to yourself. But it’s also a plan, and Alice is in on it. “But when I get home tonight, I’m going to fuck Alice. And only her.” Elise grimaces painfully. You told her she wouldn’t have another orgasm for a long time, two days ago, but to her it must feel like a lifetime.
“I know,” she moans, stepping closer to you. Her bra is thrown almost transparent and hangs limp and wet against her body, almost touching yours. Her hand moves faster and faster. She looks into your eyes. “She told me I had to earn it.” Her eyes break. “And I want it so much!” she howls. She uses both hands, moving them convulsively, her arms shaking as she gives you release and denies herself. “I know my duties.”
“Tell me,” you demand. Elise moans in despair as she hears your controlled voice. She is powerless against you. Even her efforts, desperate and mesmerized, are not enough to break you.
“My own happiness is not important. You make me happy. I just want to have sex with you…daddy…” She looks at you worriedly but you let it pass. Elise doesn’t know it, but already wishes it. That’s good. And it spurs her on.
Your unknowing daughter falls to her knees in front of you, your sensitive tip right in front of her soft lips. Her eyes stare up at you, the master of her world, wide and submissive while drops of water sprinkle her face.
“And my sex is just for you daddy! Alice, Gemma, I don’t care who you want me to fuck. You have such beautiful daughters. And…” She shakes herself, almost overwhelmed by the thought, surely of Alice, her best friend. That’s what best friends are for. “And I’m grateful for everything you give me. Always. My orgasms aren’t important. Yours are daddy.” She gets carried away, losing herself in the idea that the man she is sexually servicing could be more than just the fulfiller of her needs, but also the guarantor of her desires. “And I’ll take any punishment you impose on me. I deserve it. No matter what. I deserve it daddy!”
Then her eyes get big as your hand touches her hot shoulder. She stops jerking you off, blinks at the shower of water droplets in the air and opens her mouth slightly. A pink tongue peeks into the warm air, awaiting your gift.
“You’re not ready for that gift Elise,” you say, pulling your cock back from her. There’s only one thing better than fucking a willing teenager. Making her dependent on you beforehand. You’ll gladly give up a morning orgasm for that.
“Yes daddy… Mister Winters.” In a moment she is more careful with your form of address. She knows Alice is the one who has that privilege, not her. She’s confused and right where you want her.
Elise doesn’t even flinch as you grab her and pull her up. She is too lost in her lust. Too confused.
You press her upper body against the warm wall of the shower, reach between her legs, lift her up by her crotch and push her body down at the same time until she has to support herself with her hands against the wall, her cheek pressed flat against it, her firm buttocks lifting towards you. But then she lets out a loud, rough moan as you stick two fingers inside her and start pumping.
Immediately you hear the loud squelching of her insatiable pussy under your fingers as her body presses against you and you push it against the wall. Elise bobs on her bare feet while you pump into her, bombarding her cunt with happy hormones.
“You disappoint me Elise,” you say playfully but the girl gets scared. “I thought you were having fun teasing me?”
“I can’t!” moans the teen beneath you lustfully, her voice smeared. “I can’t!” She glances over her shoulder. “I want to! I want to do what you tell me! But I can’t!” She has no words for it, you see. But you understand her anyway. She wants to play, to live out her old self. But you’re too strong, the feelings she has for you too powerful.
“When I fuck you, you’re just a little girl,” you murmur in her ear.
“Yes Mister Winters!” Even in her delirium, about to come, she calls you by your title. “Your little helpless girl under your strong hands… Sir…”
You come even closer, right up to her ear. Elise shudders under your smile.
“Good girl. You may come.”
Of course, you pick up your morning orgasm as well. Clean and alert, you bend over your sleeping wife. Amy is huddled in a corner of the room on a dirty towel. Hellen wakes up and smiles at you.
“Were you with Elise?” You nod and she opens her mouth.
With pleasure, you squirt yourself empty in Hellen. Then you button your pants, kiss her on the forehead and leave the house.
You leave behind two lovely sleeping angels, your loving wife, a piece of fuck meat in the corner of the room… And your daughter. Your weak daughter who can’t even be stubborn during sex. Your beautiful daughter with a blissful smile on her lips. Your exhausted daughter who has sqiorted herself empty several times in the shower, above your hand, your arm and the opposite wall.
You live a good life and can go to your meeting full of energy.
And you wonder if Elise will ever make it out of this bathroom to fulfill her other duties.
Writing Shark 