by Writing Shark
Your daughters go shopping
“He said ‘yes’” reports Elise as the two girls stand in front of the school. “He wants to spend some time with Gemma anyway.”
“Okay,” grumbles Alice, pursing her lips. School is out and she actually wanted to go straight to her daddy for a round or two of cuddling/fucking before doing her homework. But Elis had another idea, fueled by the show the two of them had put on for Connor and her joy at finally having a functional family. Elise taps Alice.
“What’s up with you?” she winks at her sister. “Is our mistress jealous?” Alice waves the argument away.
“Just horny, as usual” she grins back.
“Horny is good” laughs Elise. “It’s going to cost us quite a bit of money but if we work together I’m sure we’ll get more pocket money from him.” The girls share a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Then they spin around. Of course it’s Connor. After all, he and Alice are still friends.
“Girl stuff,” Elise deflects.
“She wants to go into town with me” Alice explains.
“Can I come with you?”
“It’s too boring for you,” Elise says kindly. “It’s about Mr. Winters.”
“Oh.” The name makes Connor flinch, something Alice doesn’t like. Her daddy is good for her and she wants everyone to see that.
“We might do something together again later, okay?” Connor just grins, then Elise grabs her friend’s hand again and tugs her toward town.
“I’m worried about him” Alice admits as the girls stroll through the mall. “What if he catches on to us?”
“Then our father will tear him to shreds” Elise waves off, leading her sister down a side isle in the Mall. “We’ll just act normal, and he’ll take care of the rest.” She giggles. “Two girls exploring their sexuality. Alone.”
“I know I’m into you,” Alice smiles. “We’re great sisters.” Elise grins, too.
“That’s good. That’ll make the next one even easier.” Alice looks at her questioningly and Elise nods to the side.
“Oh no…”
“Oh yes.”
“I don’t really know…” Alice is still not convinced. Elise is, though.
“But I do. Hello? Hello!” She waves a saleswoman over.
Alice has never been in an erotic store before. So far, she has always been too well-behaved, and above all, she was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and thus not be a nice daughter to her father. She admits that these problems are not important now, but still she feels different with all the sex toys she sees.
“How can I help you?” the saleswoman asks, eyeing the girls critically. Then she shrugs and doesn’t ask for a proof of age.
“We are looking for something for our boyfriend,” says Elise.
“Boyfriends?”
“Boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Alice blushes all over but Elise is clearly pleased with the reaction on the woman’s face.
“We want to give him something back for being so good to us.”
“That’s nice. What did you have in mind?”
“Alice what are you thinking?” But the girl just looks around helplessly. “She’s the good one of us” laughs Elise. “Daddy’s little girl.”
“A lot of men are into that.” The woman looks around.
“We want something that will help us reward him. He’s usually the dominant one but now we want to give him a treat.”
“Elise,” Alice hisses. “What are you thinking?”
“Relax sister,” says Elise and the saleswoman raises an eyebrow. Then she looks back at Elise. “But she’s right,” she says. “We also want something in which he can punish us if he’s unhappy with our performance.” She winks conspiratorially and Alice buries her face in her hands.
“Well, come along then.” The saleswoman waves the girls along.
A few minutes later, things look very different as Alice spins in front of Elise in a black corset that lifts her small breasts perfectly.
“I knew you’d like it.”
“I do,” murmurs the girl with red cheeks. “But we should still ask Father. The last time a woman thought she could do something without him, Amy got pregnant with you. And your mother is still atoning for that.”
“Hellen is my mother now,” Elise replies coldly, looking at the naughty wedding dress she’s displaying in the mirror. “And you’re my sister.” She turns, “Look at it this way. I want to make you pretty for daddy. I told the truth. I’m looking for a way to thank him.” She holds out a new costume to Alice. “So are you going to help me get us home to a horny and happy man later? Or are you being a bad daughter and not making him hard?”
“Stupid cow,” Alice grins. “Come here.”
You’re just out of work, in the big parking lot in front of the main building, when your cell phone rings. You’ve been assigned a VIP parking spot for your hard work but the series of pictures your daughters send you is way better.
We spend our money to be sexy for you, you read the message from Elise. She is sending another picture of the two of them, arm in arm, tongues sticking out, tips touching. The two of them look happy. And horny. You sit in your car, but don’t start the engine yet.
I am proud of my daughters, you write back. Another picture comes.
Alice is not sure. She wants to be well-behaved. I want to be naughty.
Alice decides, you write sternly. Show me your tits. Half a minute passes and Elise sends back a winking smiley, then a kissing mouth smiley. Girls. You laugh.
Then you take your cock out of your pants as you see your 20 year old daughter Alice. She has her shirt up, eyes squinted, and is laughing awkwardly. Then a photo of Elise follows and you realize that they are in the changing room of the erotic store you also use for the gear of Amy. Elise presents her young breasts with pride and puts her hands under them in a naughty bridal dress that makes your blood boil.
Then more photos come. Unasked but you give Elise her freedom. The gratitude of being your daughter keeps her under control. Besides, you like to have pictures of your girls on your cell phone.
Your daily selfie, says Elise. You only see her hands and the groin of Alice, naked, her pussy spread wide, pink and wet. Then your newest daughter’s face comes next to it, the tip of her tongue touching the clit of your firstborn. The girls are having a good time.
Good girls, you write and that spurs Alice on too.
The next photo is of her with her fingers inside Elise who is bent over. You see her pussy and asshole in all their glory while Alice fingers them with a joyful smile.
Kiss for daddy, you demand, and the next photo comes, blurry and a bit out of focus as both girls slowly succumb to their lust.
Tell us what to do daddy. You laugh. As soon as Elise is wet she becomes submissive again. You like that. You think for a moment while you slowly pump your cock. Then you send your message.
No orgasms for you, you command. Buy yourself something nice. Then you smirk and add another order of your own.
Your daughters’ trip to the adult store has given you an idea.
Writing Shark 