by Writing Shark
Gemma gives you a handjob
“Is this your daughter’s first flight?” One of the advantages of being rich and good-looking is that women will talk to you and the flight attendant in front of you is happy to do the work for you.
You’ve just sent Gemma – again on wobbly legs, but this time for different reasons – to the toilet before the plane takes off and the good-looking young woman spoke to you after you helped an old lady load her suitcase.
“That’s right,” you say and smile. It’s so easy for you that it almost bores you, you can see it in the woman’s eyes. You can have her, she wants to roll in the advantages you have. And she doesn’t even know about the other two advantages that make you invincible. The woman with the big blue eyes can only speculate about the size of your cock, but your body language tells her enough. Big Dick Energy. But the real trump card lies in your past. You know with how much disgust good-looking women react to men who mean well but don’t look good, and the contempt you have for such vile creatures, that you only see them as wet, warm mantles for your cock, fortunately magically attracts such creatures. You bare your teeth like a wolf, playing with your daughter has made you hungry. “She’s very excited.”
“Is she afraid of flying?” Your smile becomes even wider, friendlier and more dangerous. The young woman notices it… and does nothing to escape. Stewardesses only do their job to get fucked or to escape their lives. You can use either.
“Not when she’s with me,” you say, looking worried. “But I could use your help. Her mother died and…” you rub your head. “She’s pregnant and there are a few things… Well…” You’ve thrown out the bait and the woman takes it eagerly.
“You really are a good father,” she says with a gentle expression and plays with er uniform. “And it’s very nice to see how much you care for her. How old is she?”
“18.” The woman just nods and looks at Gemma, who is just walking towards you through the aisle full of people, grinning nervously.
“I’ll take good care of her on the flight,” the woman decides. There’s someone who’s good-looking, rich and has children but no wife. God, doesn’t any woman have any honor? She wouldn’t help you out of good nature, she’s too beautiful for that. Everything has to be right and so you get a fuck with a new cunt on the flight to Nassau.
“I could definitely use your help too,” you grin and scratch your head while Gemma comes to a stop next to you. “This is all new to me.”
“Don’t worry,” the lady grins kindly and puts her hand on Gemma’s shoulder. “I’ve been doing this for a long time and I know what I’m doing.”
“Really?” She nods eagerly.
“Soon I’ll be retraining to fly on private jets, more money, you know.” You nod. Money-hungry slut.
“But until then… just come to us after we serve dinner.” You look at Gemma, who loyally keeps her mouth shut and waits until her father has secured another cunt. Nothing new for her. “Then Gemma can show you what a grown-up girl she is.”
“Okay.” Then the lady says goodbye and you go with Gemma to the large, walled off area of first class.
“Daddy?” asks Gemma as she snuggles up to you. Her hand immediately strokes your body and between your legs. Her 18 year-old hand is so small and delicate between your thighs.
“Daddy used you, princess,” you say openly and honestly. “Daddy is going to fuck that stewardess later.”
“I’m happy for you, Daddy,” Gemma says immediately without letting go of your cock. “Can I make you hard with my mouth? Or should I disappear so you can have her alone?”
“Oh honey,” you say gently, take her hand and guide it to your zipper. Gemma quickly and skillfully frees your cock and starts to jerk you off tenderly while the other guests get in. “You’re my princess. Of course you can be there when I fuck other women.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Gemma hums and her eyes become glassy again. “I’m sorry I came. It was an accident. I was so excited and when the man spoke to me… I wanted to tell him that I was going to be a mother.”
“I know honey. It’s your hormones.”
“I don’t like that…” She frowns absentmindedly as her fingers close around your cock. “Not always.”
“Take your other hand and fondle my balls,” you order quietly as the crowd outside slowly dwindles and everyone finds their place. Gemma’s other hand wraps around your full balls and plays with them as she learned from her sisters. “Why don’t you like the hormones?”
“Those are the things that make my head go crazy, right? Then I can’t serve you properly.” You have to grin.
“Are you wet?” Your quiet laugh accompanies Gemma as she first lets go of your cock, then shakes her head and pushes her other hand between her legs. Her fingers come out wet and slippery. “See? You’ve always been stupid and confused in your head, my angel. That’s what I like about you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Your princess jerks you off faster and her eyes look at you lovingly and faithfully while her mouth is slightly open.
“Fuck yes,” you grunt and enjoy the touches. “Just like Daddy likes it.” In her confused state, Gemma needs confirmation and the young girl jerks you off with more and more devotion. “I like the way you are.”
“Pregnant, Daddy?” she asks in a hoarse voice. “Your child in my belly and completely submissive to you?”
“That too.” Then you pull her head towards you and kiss her deeply on the lips while her slender fingers massage your hard shaft. “But above all as my daughter.” Then you grab her hair, gently but firmly. “And now suck my cock until Daddy’s newest whore comes.”
“Anything for you, Daddy,” your youngest breathes and opens her mouth wide.
And while Gemma, sweet, small and cute, drives your hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with quick movements and tries not to get too loud, you stroke her back soothingly. It doesn’t matter that she’s confused and stupid and her hormones will help you even further. Firstly, to get this hot, willing, arrogant, money-hungry cunt of a stewardess on your cock…
But above all, to build the empire that you and Alice have been dreaming of in the last time.
“You’re a perfect princess,” you moan as Gemma’s tongue picks up your sperm and guides it in thick streams down her greedy throat.
Writing Shark 