by Writing Shark
The last fuck in Japan
One last time you had to go to town. Late in the evening. A photo session between Lockheed and the Japanese government followed by a celebration. It was proudly announced that the security of the country would continue to be secured by western weapons. Only this time – for some inexplicable reason, and the Japanese government had sold it as a charitable act – they had decided not to manufacture the aircraft under license but in the States. Beaming faces everywhere, even on the faces of the four men who carried the safety of their country on their shoulders like the Kido Butai, and were sunk by you.
Late at night you come home. The smell of food is in the air, your family has been waiting for you, they didn’t even had to. Your daughters take your clothes and jacket from you, Alice kisses you first and Hellen greets you with a kiss afterward before hurrying back to the kitchen. She can’t handle the Japanese food yet but you don’t mind, this way you can greet your three daughters and kiss them in three different ways. Alice again affectionate and just a little dominant. Elise with tongue and a slap on the butt. And Gemma shy, almost insecure but blossoming as you embrace her cheeks and lead her. A quick, uncaring nod to Amy in the corner, then dinner is on.
“Good night,” you say to Gemma, tucking her in her room. She smiles at you in love, but is asleep before you even leave the room. The first time with you took all her strength.
“Good night daddy,” Elise says softly so as not to wake her half-sister. You lean over and she pulls you close. “I love you.”
“I love you too Elise.” A kiss on the cheek, then you close the door.
Downstairs, Alice and Hellen are still cleaning the kitchen. You join them and Alice offers you a beer, which you decline. Instead, you watch your daughter and wife do the housework and smile contentedly at the thought that your world is perfect.
“Can I go upstairs honey?” Hellen asks her daughter and Mistress with a friendly grin. “My butt hurts pretty bad and there’s a lot to do tomorrow.” Alice smiles and nods. Hellen thanks her, then hugs you again and squeezes you tightly.
“So what are you going to do now?” you ask Alice as Hellen disappears. Alice looks around the kitchen, nods with satisfaction, then turns to you.
“Whatever my father asks me to do,” she says, grinning seductively.
“We should have done this a lot sooner,” Alice humms a little later. The two of you sit comfortably in front of the fireplace, drinking cocoa from glasses and enjoying the quiet peace. Alice is back in your old, worn shirt and you are dressed comfortably as well.
“This is a business trip after all” you grin, “I had to work.”
“Yes,” says your daughter and groom. “And when we get back home it’s just the same.”
“That’s my job darling. I take care of you. That’s what I was born to do.”
“And I was born for you daddy.” Alice puts the glass down and snuggles up to you. Her movements are determined and confident. She knows her place. “What are you going to do now that we’re all yours?” she asks, and together you gaze into the flames of the fireplace while you caress her body with light touches.
“I’m going to enjoy my life,” you say honestly. “And I’m going to make sure you’re all okay.” Alice is silent for a minute, sipping her cocoa and enjoying your closeness.
“I belong only to you, not mom or anyone else,” she says and you nod.
“How does that feel?” you ask. Alice sighs and you smell her hair.
“Perfect,” she says dreamily. “Somehow I always knew I belonged with you.” She turns to face you.” It was never a question of who I was devoted to, I understand that now.” Her eye dart around your face. “And when you take me, I feel more like your daughter than I ever have in my life. It’s like, I don’t know, it’s the easiest thing a daughter can do for her father. I know it’s wrong but I don’t care. It even turns me on. We belong together and you are so much more than this world could give me. And I want to thank you for that.”
“How? You’re already perfect for me.” Your daughter laughs happily, the best sound even before her cries of love.
“With the others. With Elise and Gemma. I want to make them perfect for you. And mom’s helping me with that. And…” You see in her face that Alice is struggling. Then she shakes her head. She has nothing to fear from you. “And with other women, too.”
You put down your glass and take her’s from her hand as well. Your daughter watches you intently.
“Explain this to me,” is all you say, watching closely what’s going on in her face. You don’t lie to yourself, the thought had already occurred to you. Why stop when you’re having fun? You are already the devil. Nothing is worse than having sex with your own daughters. So why not continue?
But you didn’t expect that the suggestion would come from Alice. You heard what she said in the limo but she also had your dick in her face. Girls say many dopey things when they are wet and stupid. But your Alice is smart and beautiful and you owe it to her to listen.
“Dad, sleeping with you is the best thing in the world. Not only do I say that, but women you’ve taken just like that. Elise and her mother are all yours, even without you raising them. But you see what the world does to stupid girls when you are not around. Elise sees it the same way, you know that. And Gemma is better now than she was before, too.” She waits a bit, thinking about her next words. “Dad it’s not just about sex. And I’m not just saying that because I love you. I’m a nice, good girl, that’s what you made me. And I see the suffering in other girls and it’s so pointless just because they don’t have your cock in them and your lessons in their girly brains. Dad, we girls are stupid, you know that.”
“Not you dear.”
“But only because of you dad. And I want to give that to other girls too.” Then she blushes and snuggles even closer to you, putting her dainty hand on your thigh. “Semms like I’m a feminist” sge snickers and rubs her cheek on your chest. “I want girls to succeed. And I want to see you make those stupid girls better. I want you to make them behave. And I want to see them submit to you like good girls and become so much more than they could become alone or with weak boys.” She looks at you intensely while her hand goes into the waistband of your pants. “I was born for you, yes. I am your daughter.” Her lips twitch as she feels your cock around her fingers. “But why should we stop now? What’s stopping us?”
You have to laugh, and at first Alice doesn’t understand.
“My queen,” you just say, shaking your head. “Do you want to rule with me? Over a kingdom of whores and slaves?” But Alice shakes her head.
“No. Daddy. I want to be under you. I want to watch you rule. I’m just a girl. Your daughter. And I want to make my father happy.”
You place a finger on her lips as she begins to pump your cock.
“Enough of slaves and other girls, dum and lost.” Alice nods. “I want to make love to my daughter now.”
“I want to make love to you too daddy.”
My queen? Why not?
Writing Shark 