by Writing Shark
You tell Elise of her father
Quiet giggles make you open your eyes that morning. At the end of the bed stand Gemma and Alice, a large tray and a full can of coffee in hand. The two watch you with barely concealed glee.
“Good morning daddy,” Alice greets you. “Breakfast for you. May we?” You nod and as your daughters step into the room you feel the warmth against your leg.
Curled up under the covers is Elise Schommer. She has clung to your leg and not let go all night. Now you lift the thin fabric and are greeted by an amorous look from her big eyes.
“You’re already awake?” you ask, pulling the covers back further. Gemma and Alice see the naked, messed up body of their friend and while Alice smiles happily at them, the eyes of your youngest fix longingly on the trickle of white liquid that oozes from between the laying girl’s thighs.
“So?” asks Gemma, not daring to speak further. But Alice does, looking first at Elise, then at you.
“How was your night you two?”
All night Elise didn’t call you ‘daddy’ once, too afraid of disappointing you and her efforts to please you make you think of a bright future of Elise in your stable of willing teenagers.
She had no experience with men and so you had to teach her everything, but her burning will to learn more than made up for her inexperience.
First you undressed her, quickly and skillfully, to show her that it is you who decides when she can tease you. Then she had fallen on her knees in front of you, her slender legs already spread and her hands dutifully placed in her lap, trembling at the fight not to finger herself immediately.
While you had undressed, you had told her that you knew about everything she had done to her body lately, but that hadn’t surprised her. Instead she had asked if you liked her and what she could do better in the future.
With a grin you then approached her and her mind was open when you told her you would now test her gag reflex. Elise had only nodded submissively as you grabbed her hands and pulled her body to the nearest wall.
You wouldn’t have done that with your Alice, but Elise wanted to prove herself to you and her loud choking and gagging must have been heard throughout the whole house while you held her hands above her head so that her limp body couldn’t sink to the floor as if lifeless.
For several minutes you had relieved the stress of the day, of the negotiations, of the former difficulties with your wife and also Amy and Elise as you pounded like a jackhammer into her wide open mouth. Elise endured it all like a good, well-behaved girl, tears on her cheeks and she had looked at you from below out of wide eyes while fuck slime had accumulated between her breasts and bubbles appeared around your pumping piston. Her face was contorted in a fearful grimace and her screams were loud and penetrating bus she stayed at the wall and had proven her value to you.
You told her how proud you were of her and despite your pumps down her throat she tried to tell you how grateful she was to you. You could read it in her eyes and when you grabbed her and threw her on the bed she had her chance to show you how much she needed you.
“Thank you Sir,” she had said quickly. Her words had spilled out as she had tried to tell you in an amorous panic how much you meant to her. “I am so grateful to you Sir! Thank you for letting me serve you today. Thank you for letting mehurg…”
With animalistic lust you had wrapped your fingers around her slender neck and squeezed. Fearful but faithful, Elise had looked up at you while your strong arm had pressed her into the sheets.
“Spread your legs slut.” Elise had obeyed and her legs had marked a target point for your dripping cock.
“Sirgh…” she had croaked.
“You don’t need air,” you had assured her. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” And Elise had believed you while you had pressed your body onto hers. “And now I’m going to fuck all the thoughts out of your head that don’t have to do with me.”
“Yessssah…” Briefly you had let her breathe, a second in which she could fill her aching lungs with air but there were more important things on her fogged mind. “Please make me your good daughter Sir…”
Her screams were just a loud, hoarse croak and her panic-stricken eyes that could only see you in her increasingly dark world had the desired effect on you as well. While Elise would slowly pass out under your brutal thrusts, while her body was flooded to the brim with your energy, while you had replaced the natural need to breathe in her head with the amorous addiction to you, you had fallen in love with Elise Schoomer, now Elise Winters. And Elise had seen it in your eyes, the love for her, the certainty in your eyes.
And she had taken her dainty, shaky hands and placed them on yours and together you had made the rebellious, insecure girl disappear that Elise herself had hated so much.
When your daughter had regained consciousness you had held her in your arms, your cock driving into her lifeless body from below as you stood in the room holding her up in your arms, her head rolling dazedly from side to side as you fucked wildly inside her.
Immediately Elise had closed her aching legs around you and hugged you. Her sweaty hair had fallen wildly and unruly from her back but her pitiful whimpers were those of an amorous, bonded daughter, desperately trying to nestle closer and closer to her father while is hard trust made her whole bode bounce on him like a sex puppet, a toy for him to use as he saw fit.
“I love you Sir…” she had murmured and smiled. You had reborn her, a naked girl, your child, dependent on you, pressed against your body, in love and submissive like all girls should be. You had created new life, better, safer, happier than any woman ever could. You made Elise perfect.
“I love you too Elise.” And her happy squeal, even though it sounded tired and rough, was music to your ears, as was her moans as your fingers buried themselves in her asscheeks and you threw her back on the bed.
With her legs obediently and obscenely wide spread, Elise had come to lie and her hair had fallen in her face while you had grabbed her legs and spun her around.
“Ready for round two?” you had asked.
“Please take what you want from me Sir. Please Sir use your little toy!”
“You still want to call me daddy little whore?”
“Yes Sir, more than anything in the world. Please do what you want with me so I can call you that someday.” She had glanced over her shoulder and looked at you cheekily. “Fuck me and make me your sluttiest, filthiest and most willing daughter Sir.” Then she had cried out, so loud it must have been heard all the way to Tokyo, as you had widened her tight hole again.
“Someone has the will to fight left in her little body,” you had grinned. “I’ll have to correct that.”
“Oh fuck yes Sir! Defeat me! Make me your pleasure slave! This is what I was born for!” And Elise had thrown her tight hips at you while her hands crumpled the sheet, not knowing she had spoken the whole truth of her whole existence. “Conquer me and take everything from me. I belong to you and your glorious cock.”
You had said nothing more. This moment was too perfect, this willing girl under you who had thrown herself against you with the last pitiful remnant of her strength. You had grabbed her hair and ridden her like a wild horsey all night long, slammed your meat in her fuckhole and made her back arch under your trust.
“I’m going to fuck you until your pitiful brains spill out of your ears and melt your cunt around my dick you horny piece od meat.”
“Yes sir! Yes! Fuck me Sir! Fuck me in my little teen cunt sir! Take it! It’s all yours! Fuck me until I break.”
And you did. The first memories of the morning were already sifting over the mountaintops in the form of dull rays of sunlight when Elise could only speak in pitiful fragments of words. Fragments of words and humiliated whimpers that were supposed to express her love for you.
And then she had simply fallen forward. She hadn’t noticed how you had deposited your big third load inside her, covering her sore opening with your juice and painting her in your glorious white. She had just fallen over and the last ropes of your orgasm had landed on her sore ass.
Elise had fallen asleep before her body had touched the sweaty sheets. And you did the same seconds later, but not without covering her up first and nestling her against you.
“That good?” Alice wants to know when she sees the look Elise gives you. “Welcome to the family” she smiles as you sit next to her not touching the breakfast tray. As Alice touches her friend’s sticky cheek, Gemma realizes something is wrong.
“Don’t you like the food daddy?” she asks worriedly. “Are you going to punish me for it?” But you shake your head and pull Gemma, your youngest, toward you, holding her in your arms. You wonder if it will be her or Elise who will react the strongest to the new news.
It’s time.
“I need to talk to you guys. Alice, go get Hellen and the stupid cunt.”
Writing Shark 