Category: Bad Boy

by Writing Shark

You inspect your newest daughter

“Mom, I’m home!” No one answers Elise Schoomer, but she’s used to that. It’s not that she hates her, but Elise has noticed since she was 20 that her mother is not a good example of parenting. She is so soft and always so kind, but as soon as Elise wants even one tiny bit freedom, her mother becomes a rage and forbids her everything from friends to boys to the things she has no idea about anyway, like kissing and groping and all that. Only Alice remains to Elise but also in the Winters family she notices that she is treated like a stranger. Except by Alice, of course, and that’s why Elise is angry again because her mom told her she had to go home right after school.

Now the girl looks in the living room and in the small, rundown kitchen, but finds no one. Otherwise her mom sits at the table or in front of the TV all day and tries to distract herself from something, surely her boring life.

“Mom!”

“We’re in your room, honey,” comes her mother’s muffled voice. Elise becomes angry.

“What are you doing in…” Then she pauses. We? Before she can process it she’s already opening the door to her room. Then she freezes.

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“Hello, Elise.” She’s never seen a smile like that before.

“Mister Winters…” Only now does she realize that her best friend’s father is standing in her room. Stunned, she shakes her head. “What are you doing in my room?” But he doesn’t answer, instead flipping through one of the textbooks Elise purposely left at home so she could stay close to Alice at school. “Mom?” Her mother almost disappears behind the all-consuming presence of the man in the room. Amy looks small and helpless as she sits in a chair in the room with her thighs pressed together while Mister Winters moves around freely.

“You left your books at home” he states without answering the question.

“So what?” she asks defiantly, feeling a little intimidated. She knows from Alice that her father is not as easily manipulated as Mrs.Winters or her own mother.

“Alice told me that your grades leave something to be desired,” the man continues. “And that you’re using my daughter to cover up that deficiency.” Elise just stares at the man, feeling a chill in the room invade her body and take her over. Mister Winters radiates a cold energy that makes Elise feel small… and yet she realizes that his energy fills her with something she doesn’t know. She puts her hands in her pants pockets so he won’t notice the slight shaking.

“Nothing to it” she shrugs, but can’t look him in the eye. “And what are you doing in my room anyway?”

“I understand it must be hard for you” Elise is ignored again. Then his cold eyes meet her body and she freezes inside.

“What?” she asks, forgetting that she wants to be angry.

“Growing up without a father,” he says, and something in his gaze changes. Elise gets hot and cold at the same time. “Without guidance.”

“I’m my own boss,” the girl mutters defiantly. Usually she says it with energy but she can’t stand up to this man.

“I’ve heard that before.” Then he falls silent and looks at Amy who slumps under his gaze like a hunted deer. “But I don’t think you like it that way.”

“What…” But even if Elise believed in her independence at that moment, her throat tightens.

“Sit down.” Mister Winters nods toward the bed and Elise feels her legs start to move without her having to think about it. It’s intoxicating just to obey but the girl doesn’t understand that as she drops onto her old bed and looks at the man in front of her. For Elise, the feeling of submission is unfamiliar but still she responds like a good girl to the commanding voice of the man in the room. And as Mister Winters speaks, Elise listens more strained in that moment than she has in all her 20 years.

“It’s not your fault that your mother failed to raise you, Elise,” Mister Winters says. As he says this, Elise feels happy and safe. This rocks her world more than anything before. Mister Winters punches through her armor like a 2000-pound-bomb and effortlessly churns her up from the inside out. Then his gaze changes very briefly. “You should have had a father.” Then he turns stern again. “You’re naughty, sassy, and know-it-all.”

“Sorry,” Elise hears herself mutter. What’s the matter with her? She doesn’t want to be like Gemma or Alice. She’s strong. She doesn’t need anyone. And yet she warms as he nods contentedly, giving her approval, so effortlessly. Her mother never did that. But even if she doesn’t know the feeling in her gut, she likes it, and that’s why she apologizes. She knows that Mister Winters is a strict father, but she wants that feeling to stay and inside she knows what she has to do for that.

“Good girl” he praises her and Elise smiles, feeling that unknown feeling again. “I don’t think much of you Elise.” The girl nods. Of course she does. She’s not like Alice, and everyone knows her father adores her. And Elise feels a feeling she knows, and therefore suppresses. She also wants someone to be so proud of her. “And my daughter likes you.”

“I like your daughter too, Mister Winters,” Elise murmurs, fearing that the man sees through her and is angry with her. He doesn’t have to say anything for Elise to understand how her mother feels right now. Without a word, he has managed to make the girl distrust her own thoughts and seek his guidance. But Elise doesn’t understand that.

“Alice is a better girl than you, and I would prefer to forbid her to meet with you.” Again he is cold.

“I know,” Elise murmurs sadly. Then she lifts her gaze. “Thank you for allowing her to be my friend.” Mister Winters smiles and that makes Elise happy. And her mother looks incredibly relieved.

“But it can’t go on like this Elise.”

“I know.”

“No Elise, you don’t. You don’t know what I’m talking about.” Elise nods.

“Excuse me.”

“From now on, some things will change. You girls are 20 and I’ve already told Alice that her life is going to change.”

“Yes, Mister Winters.” But Elise doesn’t know what he means, of course. But she looks at him and realizes that she wants Mister Winters to change her life too. “I’d like to be like Alice.” And she’s not ashamed to admit what she’s known for a long time.

“That’s good. That makes me proud.” Elise smiles. “From now on, I will not stand in the way of you and Alice spending time together. I require that you check with me and ask my permission.”

“Of course Mister Winters,” Elise beams. She didn’t expect that. “Thank you!”

“And one more thing.” There’s that look again, a little warmer than the usual disdain he’s been eyeing her with so far. And a twinkle in his eyes like when a hawk has seen a little mouse in the grass. And like a little mouse, Elise is now trembling all over with excitement and nervousness as Mister Winters rules over her life. “From now on, you’ll meet at my house.” He looks around in disgust. “I don’t want my daughter playing in this dump.”

Elise can understand that Mister Winters wants to protect Alice. Otherwise, she would be angry at this man who just barged into her room. But now she’s just happy. And she is confused. She doesn’t know the feelings she feels, doesn’t know what she feels. And the feelings she knows she doesn’t associate with adults and certainly not with men.

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As the front door closes behind Mister Winters, both Schoomer girls groan in relief and excitement. And Elise realizes that for the first time she feels awe, joy, affection and trust for a man. And something else. A feeling she doesn’t know, certainly not in this intensity.

A feeling she would love to disappear back into her room, under her covers and get to the bottom of.

“What the hell was that mom?” she asks her mother who is leaning against the wall with reddened cheeks and has closed her eyes longingly.

“The beginning of a new life for us honey,” she says dreamily, and nothing more.

And Elise goes back to her room, puts all her books in her backpack and looks to her desk where her unfinished homework lies.

She wants to get under her covers, because now she realizes that the feeling makes her vagina tingle. But she gets even cuddlier when she thinks that Alice might tell her father tomorrow that Elise did her homework alone.

It’s all so confusing, she thinks to herself, but then she has already opened her book and started to read. And her free hand is between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her crotch.

by Writing Shark

The morning after the revelation

Last night was really bad. Alice didn’t understand what happened between you and Hellen. You fucked your muffin almost all night long and now she is lying next to you in a deep happy slumber while Hellen has to sleep in your daughter’s bed from now on. You would have liked to tie her up in the garden like a unruly bitch, but you are just too sweet for this family.

You give your sleeping daughter a soft kiss, then you go to the kitchen. Of course Hellen has prepared everything and you can have breakfast in peace while your wife keeps her distance from you as you wish.

Then you call work. There are important projects coming up but you call in sick for the day. You have important things to do.

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A short time later, your car pulls up in front of the Schoomer family home. You take a deep breath and calm down. You are angry, damn angry. But you need to know what kind of danger Amy and Elise pose to your family.

Finally, you ring the doorbell. Elise should already be at school with your daughters. You’ll have to take care of her, too.

“Fuck…” Then the door opens.

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It only takes you half a second to know that Amy Schoomer is no danger to anyone. You haven’t seen her in months, last time at a family gathering Alice invited Elise to, but when Amy sees you standing in her doorway, it’s almost like she wants to get down on her knees. But she doesn’t know what you know, doesn’t want to jeopardize her friend’s plan, and instead holds weakly onto the doorframe.

“James,” she mumbles, unable to look you in the eye at first. “How can I help you?” Her facade only works if you don’t know what kind of man you are.

“Let me in,” you say icily, and Amy immediately steps aside and lowers her head. As you push past her petite body you glance briefly at her crotch. Hellen told you everything, of course she did. And you believe her. But she has also abused your trust and she is lucky that you still believe in her as a wife.

You still know your way around the house, even though you’ve only been in here two or three times in the last 20 years. You head for the living room and sit down on the sofa, grabbing a couple of comfy pillows and tossing them aside.

“It’s good to have you here” you hear the soft voice behind you that used to be so full of life and vigor.

“Get me something to drink.” Amy hurries past you into the kitchen while you look around the room. There’s a photo, a single one of Amy and Elise, the woman smiling, the girl pouting.

“Here you go.” Amy returns, a pitcher of ice-cold Sprite in hand, surely something for her daughter. She gives you a pitying look and hands you the jug with both hands. “I don’t have anything better.” Hellen told you that, too. The women have set aside for you everything Amy or Elise don’t need to live. You open the can, drink, and take a particularly long look around the shabbily furnished room while Amy waits beside you with her head bowed.

Then you rise and Amy makes room for you. She follows you meekly as you tour the apartment, looking around, going through her private things and getting an intimate picture of her life.

“Y-you k-know…don’t you?” asks Amy finally, unable to take it anymore as you hold one of her plain bras in your hand. She has no need for things that increase her libido. You look at her and Amy looks like a little kid next to you. You nod.

Immediately, the best friend of Hellen drops to her knees beside you and takes your hand in her own. Her lips settle on your skin and you feel the quick breath and hear her crumbling voice.

“I belong only to you James…” she breathes, sounding even more frightened than Hellen was then. “To you alone. Please James, please take me to you like your wife.” Her wet eyes look up at you, her cheeks flushed. “Please let me serve you like my friend does.”

You let the desperate woman stew a little longer. You’ve shaped Hellen all your life. With Amy, you have to rely on others, you don’t like that. But it’s clear this woman belongs to you, probably more than Hallen does right now, thinking of her betrayal.

“You want to submit to me?” Amy nods. “You want to be my stupid little slave?” Amy nods even more eagerly. “You want me to be in charge of everything in your life?”

“Yes please.” It must be brutal for Amy not to know if you will make her happy. You see it in her tortured face. You smile dirty.

“What happened to the confident young woman from 20 years ago who had plans for the future? The woman who thought I wouldn’t do Hellen any good? The woman who wanted to tear us apart?”

“She’s dead!” comes the answer Amy has believed for many years. “You made her go away James. And you made a new woman out of me. You fucked me into who I am today and I’m so grateful.” You snort out your amusement and shake your head.

“Did I really fuck you that hard?”

“You showed me that Hellen is happier than I could ever be.”

“And your daughter?”

“She’s your daughter James! She’s yours. You can have her.” Hope resonates in her voice as Amy offers you her only gift. “Hellen said that’s the only thing I could offer you.”

“How much money do you have in the account?”

“Just over sixty thousand dollars,” she says apologetically. “I had to raise Elise without arousing suspicion.”

“That’s my money now.”

“Of course!” Amy nods her head eagerly. “Please forgive me for keeping it from you for so long.”

“And you know I could never let you come again?” She doesn’t care about the money, she doesn’t care about Elise, her own daughter, but the thought of it gives Amy real anxiety.

“I want… Yes James… Yes, you decide about me. I just hope that my money, my daughter, and everything else I have that makes me me is enough to make you happy.”

You like that she’s so submissive, but you’re not fooling yourself. You don’t trust that woman. You don’t trust anyone you haven’t personally broken and made better. Amy is your wife’s work and you can’t always seem to rely on Hellen either.

As much as the sight of this little slut turns you on, you have to be careful. Even you don’t fuck so well that one time anal and twice oral would be enough to bind a woman to you forever. There must be something else.

You reach down between her legs and Amy whimpers like a little puppy as you feel the hard steel between her thighs. She looks at you pleadingly but you withdraw your hand and show her the key Hellen gave you. At least you can use it to control Amy while you recalibrate your life.

There’s not much more you can do to test Amy Schoomer. You finish your Sprite and toss the can into her hands.

“Thanks,” she babbles, and takes the trash away. When she comes back, you’re standing in front of the photo of her and her daughter. “She needs a father” Amy mutters. “I can’t do this alone. She needs you. And… And so do I.” You snort.

“I know.”

“It wasn’t my fault.” Amy knows you’re angry at Hellen. “It was Hellen who…” Then her eyes grow wide as you silence her with a harsh gesture.

“You and your useless cunt are mine now” you rumble and again Amy can only nod. “And that’s exactly what you are. Useless. A useless stupid woman who thought she could decide my life.”

“Hellen did…” You may not do it too often but you see the understanding in her eyes as you slap her. Underneath the fear you see the understanding.

“You and my wonderful wife are going to have to do some things to make me forgive you for your betrayal bitch.” Your voice is ice cold, betrayed, disappointed.

“I’m sorry for being so stupid.”

“I’ll think about that.” Then you look at the photo again. Amy poses no danger, but Elise might. “Now go get my daughter.”

You see the same look in her eyes as you do in your wife when you talk about Alice.

“Anything you want James,” Amy says, pulling her old, scratched cell phone out of her back pocket.

by Writing Shark

…in which you had created your daughters

First James had made love to Hellen, placing his load deep, deep inside her greedy hole. It was wild and animalistic, brutal and loving at the same time. And Amy came. And James had spanked Amy. And Amy had begged for forgiveness.

“Do you want to come you little brat?” James had asked and Amy had begged him, humiliating herself as he wanted.

James had fucked Amy in the mouth and then in the ass that night and Amy had come so many times she couldn’t count her orgasms.

“I know girls like you” James had whispered in her ear. “You almost took the love of my life away from me. Thinking I wasn’t enough for her.” His hand had landed on her cunt and Amy had screamed and came again. “And for that, I’m taking your life away. I’ll never pay attention to you again. You’re just a cunt that I jizzed in to show my wife something she already knows. It was never about you or your pathetic body. It was always about me and Hellen.”

“Yes James” Amy had sobbed and looked at him gratefully. She didn’t know what was wrong with her herself but somehow it felt good to her too. Yes, she had tried to bring Hellen away from him, and it almost worked. She wanted her to herself because… because Hellen had someone like James, even the fatty shy James, and she had only boyfriends who were interested in fucking her. Noe Amy understood.

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Then James had cleaned his penis on her sore butt and had left the room without another word. For a long time Amy just lay there, crying, whimpering and screaming with frustration, sadness, shame, anger and, and she had already admitted this to herself, burning lust and the passion to submit. Hellen had accompanied her on this journey and as brutally dismissive as she had been before, she was now tender.

“You did well” she had told Amy. Then her fingers had penetrated between her thighs. Amy had turned her head. Her life was over. James had everything he needed to run her down and Amy was terrified. But he had also said he would do nothing against her.

But Amy Schoomer was not happy about that. She was sad. She was worthless to James.

“Hellen… Will… Will he do it again?” She was angry but her voice was hopeful. But Hellen had shaken her head.

“He only loves me,” she said, “and the child in my belly.” She looked down. “If it’s a girl.” And Amy had understood.

Then she had lain in her friend’s arms for a long time, both of them naked, and had cried. She was alone, no boyfriend, and not even her rapist wanted her.

“What do you want?” Hellen had then suddenly asked, her voice changed, colder, more clinical.

“I want James…” knew Amy immediately.” I want what you have.” Then Hellen had laughed.

“You’ll never have James,” she had said, and Amy had cried again. Then she felt fingers between her aching buttocks again. “But I can help you.”

And when Amy had seen the greasy white residue on bright fingers her eyes had grown big.

“You’d do that for me?” And Hellen had nodded.

“If it’s going to be a daughter then it’s going to be his” she had said, pushing her fingers deep inside herself. “Mine and yours. And you will be his, because you gave I’m another girl he can take care of, own and fuck.” And Amy had spread her legs and welcomed her friend’s fingers between her reddened labia.

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Nine months later, Alice was born. And a few days later, Elise.

Amy had no more contact with James at this time. As he had said, he had only eyes for his pregnant wife and Amy had watched from afar as he had become a loving father, had seen his looks as he had cared for Alice like a wolf for his pack.

Hellen had helped her get a run-down apartment near the Winters family home, but had forbidden her to approach James on her own. He was not well disposed towards Amy anyway.

So she had become little secret project of Hellen, an investment, nothing more. No friendship between the two could survive the needs of James. And while he had raised Alice, and then Gemma, Amy had sat alone with her little daughter in her apartment and waited. Hellen had kept her company from time to time and the two had talked.

When the time would come, Hellen would tell her husband about Amy and his third daughter. Until then Amy had to keep the secret and she had seen what James did to his wife when he was unhappy with her. Hellen always told her when he disciplined her and Amy had always begged Hellen to let her cum.

Because Hellen had a plan. Of course, it wasn’t as good as her husband’s but Amy was desperate and clung to his wife like on life herself.

Desperate enough to wait 20 years of her life for the moment when James would take care of her. She knew he didn’t like her, but the night with him and Hellen had shown Amy one thing. She was worthless, only good for helping her friend with a baby of her own. A daughter she didn’t want, who she had only carried and raised for James. But it was worth it to her. The wait, the suffering, the agonizing quarrels with a bratty girl without a father, all of that for the day Amy would know she wasn’t alone anymore, could trust someone and had someone that would love her for what she had done.

Amy didn’t like Elise. The child was a reminder of how long she had to wait for happiness and she had let her daughter feel that. At the same time, she had been a strict mother in an attempt to impress James from afar. Elise was, even more than Alice, a virgin and Amy took care like a lioness that the gift to James with which she wanted to ask for his affection remained presentable over the years.

Hellen helped her with that. And with the other thing, too.

Just like her daughter, Amy Schoomer was still a virgin. Something that hadn’t done her psyche any good, especially since she was already a mother. But James had only fucked her in the ass and mouth and the only thing that had been in her vagina was Hellen.

And that’s how it had stayed over the years, her best friend had made sure of that.

The two met often, more often than James knew.

Because Amy Schoomer belongs to James, just like her daughter. And just like her daughter, a Winters had to watch over her sexuality. In the case of the broken Schoomer family, that was Hellen, and she could only do that, unlike her husband, with the help of aids.

As far as Elise was concerned, it was the strict education of Amy with the help of Hellen.

As for Amy, it was the chastity belt she had been wearing for 20 years. Hellen visited Amy once a week to unlock the belt. She could go to the bathroom with it, but she couldn’t do anything else with it and whenever she thought about James or Hellen told her about him, she almost went crazy at the thought of not being allowed to touch herself.

Once a week Hellen washed her friend, but made sure that she didn’t came. And once a month Amy was allowed to finger herself several times to the brink of orgasm, always in front of Hellen and her camera, the same one James filmed the birth of his kids with. The videos were a gift to her husband for the day when Hellen would bring him the good news and Amy always tried very hard to show herself especially submissive and willing for her future master.

So 20 years passed without redemption for Amy. 20 years in which she reproached her daughter for not becoming fuckable fast enough. 20 years in which she hoped every day that James would knock on her door to tell her that he would finally take her.

That was the life of Amy Schoomer.

by Writing Shark

One night a few years ago…

The soft whimpering had mingled with the wanton moans and rhythmic slapping of two bodies colliding to create a melody Amy Schommer would never forget in her life.

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She had never understood what her best friend Hellen had found in this James. He was a nerd, even if he was somewhat good looking then and, yes, hot as hell now, Amy had to hand it to him. But Hellen was a cheerleader and could literally have anyone at that school. That’s why Amy had been so surprised when Hellen had told her about her boyfriend’s breakup at the prom. Yes, he hadn’t treated her very nicely at then, and he hadn’t treated her very nicely before that, but boys were boys, there was nothing you could do about it.

It had never occurred to Amy that Hellen might not be happy with the football star, so she was surprised when she heard about the relationship between her friend and this weird nerd who had been looking at her for so long.

But still she had come to the house of the two, had met them and had been told how much better everything was now, a few weeks later.

“Yesterday James announced I will be his wife,” Hellen gushed to her longtime friend, with whom she had many shared experiences. Amy, also a cheerleader, had wondered.

“You mean he asked you?” But to that, Hellen had just giggled and shrugged her relaxed shoulders.

Amy had hugged Hellen, happy for her, but had asked her what she thought was so great about James. It was only now that Amy noticed the absence of the man in the house, even though it was early evening. But Hellen had simply assured her that James was the best thing that had happened to her in her life.

“You mean until now” Amy had said jokingly, but then understood that something very deep and intervening had happened in her friend.

She hadn’t seen her like this all these years. Hellen radiated a joy in life, a devotion and love that could never be faked. Then both women heard the key in the lock.

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A few minutes later, Amy realized she had a completely different person for a friend than when she was in high school only a few weeks before. In the few weeks after prom, Hellen had become a completely different woman, and Amy just didn’t know whether to be happy or call the police.

Hellen was amorous, joyful, warm and approachable towards James. And he seemed like a really nice guy. Amy knew of their lifelong friendship, but also knew that contact between them had broken off during their school years. She knew the somewhat overweight nerd only from photos and where Hellen had changed her whole nature, James was still exactly as Hellen had always described him. Only the value Hellen brought to his being had changed so colossally. And his body. Neither fat nor shyness could be seen in the man who sat at the dining table next to Hellen, holding her hand and being a perfect gentleman.

Wine was drunk, Amy liked wine and for some reason this one especially, and Hellen poured plenty, even though Amy never got to see the bottle. But with each glass, her wariness of James, the man with whom something was not right, gave way. He was kind, courteous, polite but…

Amy Schoomer was too inexperienced, too caught up in the world you had rescued your beloved delicate Hellen from, to taste the slight aphrodisiac in the wine or notice your eyes on her young body. It was the final test for your soon to be wife. If she remained faithful to you that night you would marry her. All you really wanted to do was take pictures. Raping Amy was your lovestruck wife’s idea alone.

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“My name is Amy Schoomer and I want to have sex with James Winters” Amy had said an hour later. In her not so sexy underwear she knelt in front of you while Hellen squatted behind her and slid her fingers over her intoxicated body.

Of course it wasn’t true but Amy had already fallen too far to turn back now. She had trusted her best friend with whom she had shared so much but things were different now.

Something had happened to her… And Hellen was so different… And she had touched Amy when she had laughed… And James had gone but said nothing… And anyway… James looked really good. No longer the nerd but… Amy was too drunk and too intoxicated to understand how she felt about her freind’s soon to be husband.

But then Hellen had explained it to her and Amy had understood.

“We’ve been trained to do this and procreate” Hellen had whispered to drunken Amy as James had taken her hand and caressed it like no one ever done before, not even her boyfriend who was too lazy to go to prom with her. Amy had moaned and enjoyed it, the touch she knew she wanted for so long. Not neccercarly from Jame sbut he was there where her boyfriend wasn’t and besides… James was really good locking. But something else was there to. Amy wasn’t forced. James had taken from her what he liked but Amy gave it to him eagerly for more praise of her body and more touches. “But we always end up with inadequate, lazy, unpredictable men.” James had stroked her arm and Amy had realized her friend was right. “But James isn’t like that, is he?”

“No…” Amy had confessed her feelings for… James? Maybe. She was too drunk to care. She wanted someone like him for herself. She wanted what Hellen had. “He’s…”

“Tell us how you feel about my master?”

And Amy had said it, not caring about the choice of words. She was lonely like Hellen, she was envious of her for having someone like James, for being happy albeit the two were so much the same. And she was happy that Hellen would share James with her, make her happy for just one night.

“I love…” Then Hellen had slapped her, as hard as a woman could. And Amy had understood. It wasn’t about love, it was about something else. And she was okay with it. James looked at her, not Hellen, the whole time.

“You have to earn James first” her best friend had said when she had undressed her for James. “Is that what you want you lost little girl?”

“Yes… please…”

“My Master is going to fuck a baby in my tummy tonight” Hellen had said and Amy had watched as she had came through the performance. Then Amy had watched as James had spanked Hellen so hard that both women had been in tears. “Women like us deserve what happens to them.”

“Yeah…” Amy had sobbed. Nothing in her head made sense anymore, there was only James Winters and the realization that something was horribly wrong in her so-called perfect life. Hellen had found it and maybe, if she was good enough to him, he would give it to her as well. A meaning in life.

“We’re beautiful and stupid and we think we own the world. But do you know who really owns the world? Who really owns us?” And Amy had looked at James.

“That’s right,” he had said.

And minutes later, Amy knew who she belonget to.

by Writing Shark

You are ready for the next girl

You are so proud of your two girls as they kneel at your feet, cheeks pressed together, mouths wide open and tongues stuck out greedily, smiling and waiting.

They don’t have to wait long and only Alice flinches slightly as your powerful second load spurts into their eager faces. The squeal your daughter makes as a strand of cum sticks to her eyes only makes you wilder and you aim right at her forehead. Then you switch to your wife and splash the rest of your load into her mouth. Hellen is a good wife and while Alice must close her other eye as your sperm also smears it, your juice drips from your wife’s tongue onto her hot thighs. You lean back relaxed in bed and Alice already wants to hurry between your thighs again. You hold her back.

“You have to go to school soon darling” you admonish her with a grin. Your daughter looks at you as if you were speaking in a foreign language and blinks dumbly. But then she remembers who is in charge of her life and nods.

“I love you daddy,” she says without holding back.

“I love you too.” You stroke her warm breasts, then send her out of the room.

You and Hellen are alone and your wife leans next to you, licking your cum from her lips with her tongue, but leaving the rest on the bridge of her nose.

“It’s nice to finally see you so satisfied honey,” she says in a soft voice. “No one deserves their daughter like you do.” And she’s right. You cross your arms behind your head and feel your wife’s fingers on your slippery cock.

“Daughters honey,” you grunt contentedly. “Plural.” Hellen looks at you with that miserable look she always puts on when you determine something she doesn’t like. It doesn’t happen often but it makes you angry, just like it makes her miserable to feel that way. It’s not good for either of you if your wife has a mind of her own.

Was I too soft on her? Should I have been harder on her?

These are the thoughts that every man who has a wife like Hellen must ask himself.

“Sorry darling,” your wife cringes. “You’re right, of course.” You are satisfied. Everything is going as it should and you don’t want any stress now that your daughter’s cunt is finally open for you.

“I know you have trouble letting Gemma go,” you tell her, showing her that she can rely on you. “But it’s better, for you, for her and for Alice.”

“And for you too honey,” Hellen says, smiling at you as she expertly jerks you off. She’s really good at it and fogs your brain with her skillful movements. Her breasts press against your side and her other hand strokes your chest. “And that’s why I thought…” She doesn’t speak further and you raise an eyebrow,

“You thought?” When Hellen pushes her mind, not often does something reasonable come from it, she herself knows that. She has a different intelligence, that of a woman, and that’s why you’re wary when she stumbles in your world.

“I know I’m not that good at this.” She jerks you off faster. “But…”

“Say it honey,” you demand. Maybe she’s just making a request for how you should fuck Alice next time. Hellen swallows hard and wipes your cum from her face. This is against the rules and you give her a stern look.

“Now that Alice is yours to fuck as you like… I figured…” She struggles with herself and you know what it’s about. “I figured that Gemma and I…” You moan in agony and grab her arm. Startled, Hellen stops pleasuring you.

“Gemma is mine Hellen” you admonish her sternly and in a cold voice. “Every woman in this house is mine. All of you are my property. You exist only because of me, only for me.” Hellen nods and inhales.

And then she does something she’s only done once or twice since you’ve been together.

“I… I love Gemma, too, James.” She contradicts you. “And I’ve always done what you wanted.” Your eyes turn icy cold and your blood turns hot as fire. You sit up and Hellen backs away from you. “Gemma is yours James, that’s very clear. And she will submit to you as you wish” Hellen says quickly. “And I will help you do it.”

You just love this woman too much. And you hate yourself for letting her have her way. You both know that’s not a good idea. But still…

“But?”

“But I have a proposition for you.” Her eyes moisten and she trembles slightly. You make a mistake.

“Speak.” Hellen takes a deep breath.

“Elise,” she says, and you raise your eyebrows.

“Elise? Schoomer?” Hellen nods egerly.

“You can have her honey. She’s all yours.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you burst out. The morning was so lovely, you were doing so well, Alice was doing so well. And now this?

“She’s a friend of Alice” Hellen babbles quickly and uncontrollably. “She’s young and pretty and tight. You could fuck her. Alice would help you, and besides, she’s…”

A loud bang echoes through your bedroom and Hellen whirls around. It’s rare that you hit your wife for disciplining. For sex, yes, and because she deserves it, and because it makes you two horny. But not to show her that she has to do something different.

You are a good man but this is too much and even if you had a normal, boring marriage, you would beat Hellen for this proposal.

“No one is above my family Hellen” you hiss at her in cold anger. Your wife holds her cheek, tears in her eyes, her pupils dilated.

Then she drops her hand and kneels in bed in front of you again. Her breasts stick out of her robe and the blow has smeared your cum on her face. But she presents herself to you, ready for another blow. For she still resists you.

“I know that James. But Elise…” You slap her again, and even your hand hurts. But Hellen can take it.

“Hellen… damn…” you mumble, too confused to scream. “I love you you stupid unruly bitch.”

“I love you too Master.” This time you don’t hit her but put your hand on the burning hot and glowing red spot on her cheek.

“Alice and Gemma are my daughters. I love them as only a father can. And you are my wife. I don’t want you all to suffer…damn…Hellen…darling…”

“I’m not suffering James. I’m happy. You make me happy.” A long pause spreads, uncomfortable and heavy. “And I am a mother. I’m a mother who gives you her daughters to fuck and raise. They’re yours. Alice, and Gemma too.”

“But then why the fuck do you want me to fuck Elise? That stupid bitch isn’t worth it. Her mother is a stupid bitch and so is her daughter. Those two are just dirt under our daughters’ feet. Why should I bother with those two when I have Alice and Gemma…” Again you caress her skin and Hellen looks at you in love with watery eyes. “And when I have you? I fuck my family honey, that’s what I do. And I do it for the good of all of you. I understand that you need time with Gemma” you say then, reserved and full of compassion. You will hate yourself for this, but as much as you want to, you can’t hate Hellen for this. You are angry, yes, very much so. But you can’t hate a woman you love.

“It’s not just about me or Gemma,” Hellen says, placing her burning cheek in the palm of your hand. Then she kisses your hand gently. “It’s about family. It’s about you honey. And about Alice. And about me and Gemma.”

“Hellen… what…”

“Yes honey” Hellen whispers and smiles the way you’ve only seen twice before. At the birth of your two daughters. “And it’s about Elise.”

“Hellen…”

“It’s about your daughter.”

by Writing Shark

Your daughter’s first day as your sex toy

Never in her life, not a single night in all her 20 years in this world, has Alice Winters slept so well and so peacefully. She feels her father’s closeness and is safe and secure in his bed, his arms. Her dreamless sleep feels like forever and when she feels a hand on her body she wakes up quickly without any concerns.

“Wake up darling.” It is her mother looking at her smiling in the semi-darkness of the room.

“Mom?” asks Alice, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her mother is already in her velvet morning robe and signals her to be quiet. The two women look over at their sleeping man and master.

“It’s time for your duties” Hellen smiles. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know to serve our master.” The mother playfully winks at her daughter.

Then Hellen leads Alice downstairs, past her sister’s room into the bathroom.

“The first thing we need to do is prepare our bodies for your father” she teaches her daughter. “Your father often wants to fuck early in the morning and we need to look fresh and ready for the taking.” Hellen strips off her robe and stands naked in front of her daughter, blushing only a bit. But there is no time for complaining and Hellen quickly takes off the long white shirt of Alice. Then she shoos her into the shower cabin and stands by her.

It is not erotic but simply a quick shower.

“In this house, sex is solely for your father’s pleasure. We will never touch each other without him. Not even yourself, understand?” asks Hellen as she soaps her daughter’s shoulders.

“Yes mom.” And Alice feels herself getting wet at the thought that her orgasms aren’t longer only hers.

“Your father is in charge of our sexuality from now on.” Hellen playfully pinches her butt and Alice bounces. “But he loves you very much too. If you film yourself and let him watch you like this, he might just punish you a little.” Alice feels her already stiff nipples and thinks of her father. She’s looking forward to it and her daily selfie from now on will include a lot of new possibilities.

When the two women get out of the shower, however, Alice is surprised. She is drying her hair and thinking about which hairstyle her daddy will like best when she sees her mother in the mirror, sitting on a stool and spreading her legs wide.

“Mom what are you doing?” her daughter asks shocked as Hellen spreads her labia with one hand and circles her clit with the other.

“Don’t worry sweety,” Hellen moans. “Your father decides if I can come. But I always have to be wet for him.”

Alice sees for the first time how another woman pleasures herself. Not even with dirty movies did she dare to do that. Now she sees her mother satisfying herself in front of her daughter and moaning lustfully, legs twitching and shiny.

“Hurry up honey,” Hellen groans. “I’ll be done in a minute.” And Alice concentrates on braiding her hair into a ponytail while her mother brings herself to the edge.

---

The next point is to prepare her father a perfect morning breakfast. Alice can already do that moderately and she is happy with the work to drive the hot images of her mother out of her head. In her infatuated state she doesn’t care if Hellen is her mother, but Alice doesn’t know yet if her father wants her to be a permanent wife, fucking her own mother for his pleasure, or if she should be a good, chaste girl for him.

So she concentrates on helping her mother prepare a nutritious breakfast that they will bring to her father’s bedside today, to celebrate the day his daughter joins his rule.

“What about Gemma?” asks Alice, but Hellen shakes her head, albeit somewhat sadly.

“She’s not part of your father’s stable yet. I put something in the fridge for her before I went to sleep.” Alice has to swallow hard. She likes her sister, wants her to be happy, and knows she wants her father’s approval just as much. But James is more important to her now, and Alice follows her mother upstairs, both holding a tray, careful not to spill anything. The young girl musters the swaying ass of her mother and tries to emulate it. Hellen looks juicy with her flowing nightgown around her naked body.

---

“Good morning darling,” Hellen coos, stepping into the room first. Alice is still waiting outside, watching her parents as they go about their morning.

Her mother seems happy and content, awake and almost a little jittery as she hands her husband the coffee, talks to him, takes care of him and presents him her body.

After a hearty sip of coffee, James pulls his wife close. Hellen giggles excitedly as he pulls her robe aside and his lips press down on her breasts. Alice watches as his hands wander, exploring her mother’s body as she gives herself to him.

“Where is my daughter?” he finally asks.

“Outside the door,” Hellen giggles. “She’s watching you dominate your wife and I’m sure she’s already wet between her young legs.”

Alice almost drops the tray and presses her thighs together. She feels the wetness spreading between them and feels like she has done something forbidden.

“Come in Muffin” her father orders and every thought disappears from her mind. Alice pushes open the door and stops in the room. Her mother is already half naked and her father’s muscles make her dizzy.

“H-Here’s breakfast for you daddy,” she stutters, trying to remember the words her mother told her to say. She has forgotten it. Hellen and James look at each other with pinched smiles.

“And did you bring your daddy anything else, darling?” asks Hellen. They both look good-natured but Alice is desperate to do everything right to be a good girl. The words come back to her and she jumps up as she remembers to lower her head.

“A-And I bring you m-my w-wet pussy d-daddy.” Looking down at the tray she doesn’t see her father’s reaction and just hopes he is pleased.

“Come here darling” he smiles and Alice is relieved. She quickly brings him his breakfast and then stands next to the bed, waiting for his next order.

---

It turns out that her daddy is very proud of Alice. She gets to squat between his spread legs and free his penis from his boxers while his wife keeps him company while he eats. While Alice massages his cock Hellen laughs with him, asks him about his plans and is a good caring wife.

She is so good that after breakfast he decides to fuck her instead of his daughter but Alice gets to watch and give him a show of her own. While Hellen kneels in front of James with his cock in her ass and presses her body tightly against him, Alice stands at the end of the bed, spreads her legs and presents him her pink hole, still dilated from the night before. She is hot and she shivers a bit at the sight but she is a good daughter and announces that she is about to come.

And even if her daddy doesn’t fuck her today, he loves her and lets her reach orgasm while he empties himself in his wife.

Finally, Alice is allowed to clean his cock. She thought she would be disgusted but a kiss from daddy and a friendly admonition from mommy make her realize that doubt has no place in her life.

“Your father decides what you like and what you don’t like” Hellen announces massaging her husband’s shoulders while Alice squats between his legs again smelling and tasting her mother’s smell and taste but also her father’s. And smelling that makes her happy.

by Writing Shark

Hellen finds you and your daughter in your marital bed

Quietly, Hellen Winters unlocks the front door. For a long time she has spent time in the city with her daughter until Gemma was very tired. But her husband had not permitted them to come home. Now it is already almost a new day and Gemma is hanging by her side like a drunk. Actually it was a nice evening, even if Gemma had only talked about her father.

Hellen had realized that it was futile to draw her youngest daughter’s attention to another subject and soon had to give up being the center of her daughter’s world. Since her father had spanked her in front of the whole family, Gemma had been replaced.

“Come on,” Hellen says, hiding her sadness. “I’ll put you to bed.”

She tucks Gemma in and kisses the tired girl goodnight. The daughter lies on her side to protect her bottom, but smiles contentedly.

“Mom?”

“Yes honey?” At the door, Hellen turns around again. She really loves her youngest daughter and it pains her that she can be taken away so easily.

“Do you think dad is proud of me today?” The evening together doesn’t matter the second they’re back home, maybe it always did. But Hellen has vowed to stand by her husband, not only at the altar but kneeling before him at his own ceremony. Naked and in love, Hellen has sworn allegiance to her husband and she knows the confusing feeling all too well. Grief and pride together.

“You did what he wanted. I’m sure he’s proud of you.” Gemma snuggles into the covers, smiling blissfully. “And so am I.” But her daughter is already asleep.

---

Unlike Gemma, Hellen can’t think about herself first. If her husband is still awake, he deserves to find her washed and ready. After a cat wash and an examining look in the mirror, Hellen slips her best sexy lingerie over her body, checks to see if her breasts are showing well, and runs a finger over her labia. She is wet, a permanent state. James has trained her to be wet and willing the moment she gets within a hundred yards of him. Her heart beats faster at the thought of what he will do to her today and what news he has for her.

But then she quietly opens the door to her marital bedroom and freezes.

For many years she has had this image in her mind, imagining how it would be, but yet it catches her completely off guard.

There lies her beloved husband, and next to him a hill of bedclothes… and a dainty foot protruding from underneath.

James looks at her… and smiles. And Hellen smiles, too. Her lips move but no sound comes out.

‘May I come in?’ she asks tonelessly, and James nods. Lithely, Hellen darts into the room and stops in front of her marital bed where her own daughter is lying with her husband.

“Did you…?” Her voice croaks with excitement. And James nods.

---

Fearing to make again the same selfish and stupid mistakes that almost cost her the happiness of her life, Hellen Winters has become a kind, good-natured and gentle woman. She leaves the fighting to her husband. And she is doing well under his rule, better than she could fight for herself. That is why she supports him. And because she loves him, more than anything else in the world, even more than her own daughters.

James loves Hellen even when she doesn’t love herself, that’s what makes him so special. And for that, he has earned the right to control her life, as well as that of every person Hellen, has given life to so far.

When she realizes that her husband has slept with her own daughter in their marital bed without asking her, Hellen Winters has only one question.

“Has my daughter pleased you?”

And when James nods, her life is fine.

Hellen is a three-dimensional person, and even though she is a slave, the will-less but willing property of her husband, the happiness of the people she loves is the most important thing to her. And she knows Alice. She knows she is happy because she has pleased her father with her body.

Quietly, Hellen sneaks to her husband’s side, kneels beside the bed, leans over and gently kisses the back of his hand. He caresses her cheek and they look deep into each other’s eyes.

“I love you James.”

“And I love you Hellen.”

With that, everything is said. Hellen Winters doesn’t even want a say in who her husband has sex with or how he brings his daughters under his rule. Hellen knows Alice will be fine there.

And Gemma…

Hellen knows that too, even though it hurts her.

That Gemma will leave her one day, just as Alice did today, to enjoy the perfect life under her father that Hellen cannot offer her, is certain for the wife. And she welcomes the thought of seeing Gemma smiling under her husband, his cock deep inside her. It’s what she’s been working toward all her life.

---

And that’s where the weakness Hellen Winters never found in herself lies.

“Tomorrow you will put the girls on the pill” her husband instructs her. “And you will show Alice what it means to be one of my girls.”

“Yes honey” she whispers back to him and kisses his hand again. Her husband smiles at her. She sees it in his eyes and Hellen is overjoyed. James has done it and Hellen has wanted nothing more than to see the satisfied look on his face that always makes her hormones bubble up. “How was Alice?”

“She was perfect.” James shakes his head in disbelief. “Obedient but wild. Like she was born for it.”

“She is honey,” Hellen says in love. “This is exactly what she was born for.”

Then she curls up at the end of the bed, grateful that James wants her with him today. She feels her daughter’s light kicks at her back as she dreams beautiful wet dreams. And Hellen, loving and naive, thinks that now that Alice will sleep with James regularly, she will have more time for Gemma.

Now she can take care of her youngest daughter more often and even if she doesn’t mind admitting that her husband’s satisfaction is more important than her daughter, Hellen is mother enough to be happy that Alice will now help Gemma with her underfucked cunt. Daughters should hold together.

And even while Hellen will miss the sex itself, as long as James is satisfied she can spend time with Gemma, preparing her, strengthening the bond between them. All for the purpose of making Gemma more suitable for her father, of course.

But still…

Hellen is too sweet to see the mistake she is making. But she’s also loyal.

James should own my princess…

And she doesn’t like the contradiction in her head. She knows where her loyalty lies, but she also knows which of her children is loyal to her, a feeling she knows is wrong, Gemma belongs to James, but she is not strong enough to fight it. Her husband will make that decision and if he wants to take Gemma, Hellen will stand behind her daughter and spit her legs for her father. She knows that.

But until then, she can enjoy her time with her princess while her husband fucks her other daughter.

And then, when he wants Gemma…

Hellen contorts her face at the thought, but she knows she’s only doing it to please him, she’s only resisting him to make his life even better.

If he wants Gemma… Then still there’s the other thing…

by Writing Shark

You fuck Alice in your marital bed

“Daaaaaadyyy!” Alice sinks down on top of you with a loud scream. Her hair falls in your face and you wrap your arms around her, pressing her sweaty, steaming, quivering body tightly against yours, sharing warmth and closeness as your juices flood her cave. How many times have you come inside your daughter today? It’s like you’re destroying your body piece by piece, breaking it down with each orgasm you squeeze out of yourself. Your daughter is a cheerleader and watching her go wild on you is something you didn’t even know you wanted.

You are too happy to tell her now, too carefree to give her security. Instead of telling her how perfect she is, how much you love her, you hold her close and Alice understands. She doesn’t ask you any questions, confides in you completely and knows that you will control everything in her life from now on. And that makes her happy.

You lie on top of each other for several minutes, then your daughter pulls her feet close, which are slowly getting cold. Your hands stroke her back and your body gives her warmth and energy. It is perfect like this. You gave this girl life, now she gives you back her body, her mind and her soul, every aspect of what makes Alice Winters Alice Winters, and in return you give her your energy and everything that makes James Winters James Winters.

It seems so nonsensical to you and you are glad that Alice can’t see your face. But the thought that you are now a couple makes you happy.

---

“Give me a smile Muffin” you encourage her and Alice follows your instruction. Your cum shines around her lips in the flash of the phone and her fingers are also convinced with your gift to her. You don’t know what’s more awesome, that Alice is giving you a show of sloppily licking your cum off her fingers or that she really is so inexperienced to handle the amounts of white juice you’ve pumped into her little pussy.

Either way, she’s happy as Christmas while her wet fingers keep sliding through her reddened and swollen cunt to pick up your cum and guide it to her mouth. Her whole abdomen twitches but she just shudders happily and continues.

“You taste really good dad” she grins at the camera. Then you switch to the video Modos.

“Say who you are, what you did and how you feel about it” you command and press ‘start’. Alice laughs happily and thrusts her cum-smeared breasts forward.

“My name is Alice Winters and I had sex with my own father” she giggles happily. “And it was so awsome. I came so many times. No one else can make me as happy as my daddy.” She’s so eager she almost gushes over her words and you have to stop the video to give her a hug.

---

“Will you help me dad?” Your girl looks delicious as you hold out your arms and help her down the ladder. You’d love to bite her tight ass cheeks until she shrieks, but you reach out and hold her. Alice is so weak that she almost drops to her knees when her bare feet touch the grass. You put an arm around her and lead her, one hand on her butt, back into the house.

“Time for bed,” you say, and Alice pouts, but pulls herself together. She’s a good girl and even though today was the best day of her life, she still listens to you like nothing else happened. Only her smile and her sticky thighs reveal what happened today.

---

You lie down in bed with her, both of you are freshly showered and clean. You don’t have sex, just talk and make plans for the future, although sex doesn’t play a role here either. It is important to show Alice that she is your girl now, with all the duties that go with it, just like the privileges.

“From tomorrow you will have new duties Alice” you explain to her, “We are a couple now. That means Hellen is no longer just your mother but also your partner in pleasing me.”

“Yes father,” your daughter murmurs dreamily.

“Hellen will teach you everything you need to know. There is more to serving me than just being able to cook.” You watch your daughter’s breath quicken with anticipation. You’ve been preparing her all her life to take her place under you, and it’s good to see her looking forward to it. Then you kiss her on the forehead. “But for now, it’s time to sleep. Your new life starts tomorrow and you will need all the energy you can get.” You rise, give her another kiss and leave the room.

---

It can’t be long before Hellen and Gemma come back. You have allowed them both to make their way home and it is already very late when you lay down in bed. You too are exhausted from the day and your thoughts circle around your daughter, her naked, petite body, her amorous smile and her lustful cries.

Then there is a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you say.

But it’s not Hellen.

“Daddy?” Alice is standing in the doorway, your long white shirt over your shoulders, nothing else. You sit up. “I can’t sleep.” You grin. “Today was such a beautiful day and…” You tap the bed next to you and joyfully your girl bounces around the room. Then she drops down next to you.

“I can’t sleep either darling” you say and you both say nothing as you pull your daughter’s shirt off her bare shoulders. “It’s not bad” you reach forward.

“I want to obey you, after all,” murmurs your girl. “To be there for you, to… serve you… but…” Her body is too overstimulated, her mind too overwhelmed, her cunt too wet. Your daughter is addicted to you.

“It’s okay darling,” you whisper, moving her into position. Alice looks at you in love. “Do you want me to fuck you in?” Her loving giggle is answer enough.

---

You moan softly as you empty inside your daughter. You’ve fucked her all over the bed with her weak body getting weaker and weaker. Now she hangs upside down from the edge, her face turned to the ceiling, your body over her, your cock deep in her cunt. You don’t penetrate her too deeply, just deep enough to rob her of the last of her strength and sort out her thoughts. A father should always order his daughter’s thoughts in her lovely head.

With a last soft sigh you give Alice an orgasm. Then her body goes limp in the position, her legs hang twisted in the air while you hold her lower body on the edge of the bed.

For a long time you look at your sleeping daughter while your cum from her overflowing cunt runs down her belly and collects in her navel. Then you withdraw from her slick orifice, letting more white viscous fluid run down her ass into her butt crack and wiping your cock clean on her thigh.

Finally, you bend down and take your muffin’s limp body in your arms and lay it on the bed beside you. You can’t take your eyes off your kinky, cute, loving angel.

Hellen will have to sleep at the foot of the bed tonight, and she’ll be without sex now that Alice is yours. But she’ll understand that.

Satisfied, you lie down next to your daughter, cover her with the blanket, then close your eyes and fall asleep almost as quickly as your lovely muffin.

by Writing Shark

You fuck Alice in the tree house

Your little slut’s eyes almost fall out of her head but she doesn’t scream. Her mouth flaps open as you squeeze through her cervix, widening her and penetrating her deeper than she can even imagine in her feverish dreams. Nothing has been here before, you are the first one here and will remain the only one.

Then your daughter’s bonds tighten and she comes to life.

“Fuck!” she shrieks as if out of her mind and you let her experience her perfect madness. “Fuck! Fucking shit! Daddy! DADDY!” She’s never been this loud before and your dick twitches joyfully as you see her go mad with brutal lust for you.

Then the mad struggle against the restraints begins. Her whole body quivers, rising and falling. The ropes tighten, her thighs and joints turn white as you penetrate her deeper and deeper, stretching her, giving her pleasure that drives your little muffin insane.

“Fuck! Daddy! Fuuuuu….” Her body jerks and writhes as an orgasm rages through her, making her brain go ‘pop’ and leaving her dumb. For almost a minute you wrestle with her, hooking her tightly while her hips press against you as to push you away, struggling with her bonds while her cunt holds on to your dick with brutal force. Her toes curl painfully, writhe with pleasure and her cheeks almost glow as you sink into her even more, digging into her body and soul at once. With every inch more she gets wilder and you send more shockwaves of pleasure through her poor body.

But then she holds still as your testicles slam against her shaking ass, showing her how good of a daughter she is. Her eyes focus on you and her body goes limp, just quivering from the subsiding orgasm.

“What?”

“I’m all the way inside you muffin” you say and have to smile. “You did it my darling.”

“My god daddy! Daddy I love you so much!” She laughs hysterically, then sobs heavy tears of joy, then you kiss her and she laughs again while her wet lips press against yours.

“And daddy loves you too.” You bring her to a short cry of joy as you kiss her, Alice no longer in control, doing everything at once, oblivious to it all. Only you are there. “And now daddy is going to grant you your wish.” Her eyes widen again. “Daddy wants to cum inside you darling.” Your daughter can’t say anything, she doesn’t have to. “From now on, your cunt belongs to daddy. And daddy is using you for what you do best.”

Again you pull back, slowly, noticing her cervix closing around you, wanting to hold you deep inside your own daughter. Then you notice her cunt straining to hold you inside her. Alice whimpers softly, but this time in anticipation.

“Daddy’s going to take you now darling. Just the way he wants it.”

“Please daddy… thank you…”

“Good girl. Daddy loves you.”

Then you put your hand on her body and press her firmly into the mattress. Her skin is wet and hot, her nipples are erect and her breasts tremble under her breath.

Then her whole body freezes and this time it’s you who moans loudly.

Now, finally, it’s done. You don’t hold back. Alice wants you. Alice loves you. And at last, Alice has arrived safely in your world. You can, finally, fuck your daughter.

And you do.

You drop everything and don’t hold back.

Your daughter’s little body freezes under you as you ram yourself into her, past her cervix, deep inside her again. Alice comes immediately but you keep going. No kissing. Now it’s you who gets what you want.

Her bound legs bounce at your sides, the rope tightens and Alice comes to life. Her cries are panicked at first, you overload her body with your lust but she is your daughter. First she babbles incoherent words like a toddler while you pound into her wet hole, then she screams again as you move inside her, changing the angle and sending several fast-paced, powerful orgasms through her tormented body. You ram her G-spot with full force, making her scream and whimper. It is animalistic sounds that your daughter exclaims, something unnatural, something that only a father can elicit from his daughter.

You thrust slowly and rhythmically and Alice comes to life.

“Fuck me daddy!” she shrieks as if out of her mind as you awaken something new in her. “Fuck me in my tight cunt and drive me crazy! Take what’s yours daddy! Fuck you are so good with your fucking cock! You drive me crazy with your cock! Yes! Fuck your daughter in her nasty tight wet hole! I’m yours! Daddy owns me! Daddy owns me!”

“Fuck Alice finally!” you murmur, pinching her nipples hard, making her scream hysterically.

“Fuck yeah daddy! Show your daughter who she belongs to! Yes pinch me daddy! Make me scream. I’ve been so naughty daddy! All this time you wanted to fuck me and I didn’t get it!”

“You horny slut Alice. From now on I’ll fuck you whenever I want!”

“Fuck yeah! My daddy has the right to fuck me whenever! I was such a stupid thing to wait so long! All these years daddy! Finally you can fuck me! Fuck your daughter and make her stupid with your cock. Fucking shit I go crazy on your cock! Please daddy kiss this whore of your daughter! Please daddy kiss m…”

You kiss her deeply, lovingly and Alice pushes her head against yours like she wants to headbang you. Your tongues play with each other and at the edge you notice that Alice comes one more time while your tongue fights with hers. She is strong, even when she is tied up. And she is full of zeal and fire.

“You untamed little bitch” you praise her while holding her legs and hammering inside her tight tight opening, busting your balls against the crack of her ass and digging your fingers deep into her strained skin. “You’re so tight and willing and fuck Alice, I’m going to enjoy fucking you just the way I want you.”

“Fuck yes daddy! Fuck me the way you want me! Make me your little slut.”

“I will fuck you every day from now on Alice you little perfect pice of delicious fuck meat.”

“Yey daddy! Fuck your little fucktoy every day! Please make me useful! Please make me happy!”

“I will fuck you happy honey. I will make you happy because I love you with all my heart you little angel.” Alice screams in an intense orgasm, then she lifts her bound arms and holds onto your arm for dear life, her body rocking back and forth, her breasts swinging in time with your fast and powerful trust. She is mad with love for you.

“And I’ll fuck mum for you. My god daddy you should have us all. And I’ll fuck Gemma for you. I’ll fuck anything and everything for you if you tell me to. You deserve everything from us!”

Shortly you stop. Panting and sweaty, you lie on top of each other and look at each other. Your daughter’s eyes are wild and in love and so are yours. She moves faster along than even you hoped for. And she is so smart, your little muffin.

“Fuck you are so perfect Alice.” Then you pound into her again. You have the whole evening to yourselves, Hellen won’t dare disturb you today and Gemma is too scared. Today you fuck Alice until you’re both on the verge of exitus.

And that’s what you do.

Alice almost loses her mind as you increase your pace, first slowly, then faster and faster. Then her whole body tenses as she notices.

“Daddy are you coming?”

“Yes honey, daddy is cumming inside you my darling. Daddy is squirting deep inside you.”

“Thank you daddy! Oh god thank you! Please daddy! Please make me useful! Cum in me and make me happy. That’s what I was born for, daddy! That’s what… Fuck!… That’s what mommy pushed me out of her for! That’s what you made me for, daddy! Make me useful daddy! Fucking shit fuhuhuuuuck!”

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Several hours have passed. The tree house reeks of sex and sweat, the mattres is shriveled and the camping light has fallen over, casting strange shadows onto the walls. Your daughter’s voice is rough and strained, and red welts stretch across her skin where you tightened the rope. She almost faints while you untie her and as soon as she can move she falls into your arms. You hold her drunken body upright and look at her.

“Are you okay?” you ask, really concerned this time. You love this little kinky angel and today was the first time in 20 years you let yourself go.

“Thank you daddy,” Alice hums as if she’s drunk, her words slurry and stretched. “Thank you for coming inside me.” This time your kiss is deep and loving. Alice gives you everything. Love, lust, sex and cuddling. She is your slut, your whore, your angel and your muffin. She is your daughter. She is what you made her. She is perfect.

“Come on Alice,” you say, “I’ll take you to bed.” But you know the look she has on her angelic sweaty face.

“May I ask something father?” You almost have to laugh out loud, then you nod. “Will you please tell me again that you love me, that I’m useful, that you’re proud of me?” She actually blushes.

And of course you do what she wants. Then her look changes and now you don’t hold back your laughter.

“Well come here darling.” You spread your arms and Alice leaps at you like a predatory cat, throwing you onto the mattress and it seems like you’ve never done anything else as her slender fingers wrap around your slippery spear, she raises her lithe body and then impales herself on you with a loud, deep, agonized moan.

It took your wife much longer to ride you. Alice is just perfect.

by Writing Shark

You get your reward, Alice returns the favor and you penetrate her

“Daddy?” It’s like your daughter wakes up from a dream as her eyes first have to focus. Then her face lights up when she sees you, after which a shadow settles over her features. “Did you come?” You’re still inside her and you move a little, making her moan.

“You’ve seen what happens to girls I fuck” you say, kissing her on the cheek while your daughter snuggles up to you. “Do you really want more?” Of course she wants more. Otherwise you wouldn’t ask.

“Yes please” she nods “I just don’t know how…” But her father knows it Alice recognizes and is happy. Then she giggles as you lift her up, hold her in your strong arms and kiss her. Alice clings to you like a cute sloth as you carry her out of the room.

Your daughter is surprised when she feels the cool evening air of your garden on her naked back, but you reassure her. With you by her side, you could carry her naked through the shopping mall of your town and Alice would love you all the more.

But now you are standing in front of the big old oak tree in the middle of your garden. Alice cranks her head and looks up at the tree house you built for her years ago.

“Climb up,” you say, “there’s a surprise waiting for you up there.”

You place Alice, naked as she is, in the cool grass. Her feet jerk back briefly, then your hand lands on her butt with just the right amount of pressure. Your girl jumps up, giggles, and then climbs the ladder to the tree house.

You can’t help yourself and when your daughter is halfway up you stop her, kiss her round, firm ass and bring her to a short but intense orgasm with your tongue in her cunt, holding her safe on the small ladder and making her moan loudly in the cool air, telling your name in love. After that Alice is so wobbly on her feet that you have to push her the rest of the way up, then you follow her.

“Wow dad” your daughter whispers in amazement and looks at you gratefully. Actually, she is already too old to play in tree houses but tonight you are playing different games than before.

“You’ll need help when we have sex for the first time, Muffin,” you say, pointing to the hooks on the ceiling and walls of the tree house. There’s not too much room here, especially since you’re so tall but the clean mattress, camping lamp and especially the ropes make the purpose quite clear.

“I used to play princess here and you were the dragon” Alice giggles, sliding her fingers over the rope, not entirely knowing what awaits her.

“And today it’s just like this” you grin.

After that, everything is simple. You’ve been planning it for a long time, preparing the three house as well as her first encounter with your dick in the bathtub.

You kiss Alice, get her going and tell her to trust you. She does.

Then you tie up your daughter.

At first she is scared but you calm her down with kisses and your voice.

“So you can enjoy it” you explain and Alice believes you. She is naked and so you don’t tie the ropes very tight, just tight enough so that you can blow her mind to pieces when you are all the way inside her, actually moving and heaving your own fun as she wishes so much for. You have practice at this. Hellen spent most of the first six months of your marriage in bondage.

Then you’re done.

Alice lies in front of you, her back on the soft mattress. Her legs are bent and spread, her arms are tied together in front of her belly and with the rest of the ropes you have tied her to the walls of the tree house. Alice can move a little so she doesn’t get scared, but she is safe and secure. All the time she is looking at you.

Then you are above her and her mouth drops open as you undress. It’s still overwhelming for her to see you like this and if you do it right it will stay that way for a long time.

“Ready Muffin?” Alice simply nods, nibbling her lower s lip, smiling shyly.

“Daddy? Will you promise me something?” You smile. “Please promise me you’ll have your fun with me, okay?” She looks at you anxiously, not even noticing the restraints that give you a clear view of her wet open red hot cunt, glistening with her juices.

In response, you simply kiss her.

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And then you take your 20 year old daughter. Finally.

Alice is so happy when she feels you inside her again. She laughs joyfully, then hyperventilates as you widen her again.

“You are so tight Alice honey” you praise her “daddy likes that.” She is happy. Her muscles tighten around your cock inside her and contentedly you watch her lift her pelvis, writhing in the bonds to impale herself on you.

You take her bound arms and hold them above her head, watching her breasts stretch beneath you and her armpits show themselves to you. Unlike Gemma, Alice already shaves, something you didn’t even have to teach her.

Again you kiss her on the mouth. Your daughter is perfect for you.

“I love you Alice” you breathe into her mouth. Your daughter moans passionately under your treatment. “You are all mine.”

“Yes daddy!”

“I made you Alice. You are a part of me. And now I’m taking you back to me where you belong.”

“Impaled on your cock like a good girl” she moans. She too has wanted it for so long. “By your side as your daughter. Oh God!” You hit her cervix again and again you pull back. “As your property daddy! As your little, nice trained sex toy that loves you! I love you daddy!” Your tongue penetrates deep into her mouth, silencing her.

“Hush now” you say and she nods, nibbling her lips eagerly. Her face is tense as you move slowly. Twice you thrust dully against her cervix, “My little slut.” Alice gives a high-pitched whimper. “My property.” One last thrust. You almost pull out of her. “My daughter.”

Then you pierce her cervix.