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All I Want
Everyone wears a mask. Even the most seemingly heroic of humankind has a dark side. Note: Heather-18 Cheryl-24 Alessa-31
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He sees her lying in her bed so peacefully. Her breathing soft and slow for she is asleep. Harry Mason can't help but to stare inventively at his daughter's form. While following the lines that are made distinct by her curves, and the sheet pulled around her. He wonders what it would be like to take her. What it would be like to slam her against the wall, rip off her clothing, and just flat out fuck the living hell out of her.
He stops himself. This is wrong, he thinks. Cheryl is his daughter, and even though she's not his flesh and blood she is his everything. He can't hurt her. He knows that his Cheryl would cry and forever be scarred if he did anything to her. He continues to watch his daughter sleeping and dreaming. Her breasts rising up and down. All Harry wants to do is grab them, twist them, and lick them. He can't though. Cheryl is his daughter.
Harry now considers the other girl that is alive in his daughter. Alessa. Alessa is not his daughter, but she is a part of his daughter. He can't take his Cheryl, but he can fulfill his darkest pleasure on Alessa. Though he cannot grab Cheryl by the hair and force her down to suck his hardening cock he can grab Alessa and force himself into her hot waiting mouth. The witch would probably enjoy too. She would enjoy his cock sliding in and out of her throat. Her moans would be muffled, but neither of them would care. He would just fuck that orifice of hers until he starts to spasm, and her mouth tightens around it. He would cum against the back of her throat and watch as she gags against him. Her constricting muscles would only squeeze his organ even more. That would only serve to make him cum more. After he's done he'd pull out of her mouth. He would watch Alessa breathe erratically and heavily.
Harry watches his daughter as she moves in her sleep. Her legs part just a little. Just enough to reinforce Harry's fantasy. He knows that he can't grab Cheryl from behind, bend her over his desk and fuck her. With Alessa however he can grab her from behind, and bend her over the desk. He can keep her down with one well-placed hand against her back while he unbuttons, unzips his pants, and throws them aside. He can rip off her clothing, and massage her breasts with his hand. Every moan and cry that would surely escape from her lips would make Harry want to fuck her even more.
He would pull aside the fabric from her panties and insert a couple of fingers into her cunt. Then he would realize that she's ready for him and doesn't need Harry to loosen her up. He would pull out his cock and roughly slide it into that hole of hers. She would cry out as this invasion surely too large to fit inside of her would slowly make it's way in. Harry knows that Alessa would cry and moan in pleasure as he grabs her hips for leverage and just fucks the living hell out of her. The harder and deeper he thrusts himself in the louder her cries would become. It wouldn't be long before her muscles would spaz, constrict, and squeeze Harry's muscle. Soon she would have an orgasm, but Harry would continue to fuck her.
Alessa would struggle to get away. She would be too tired to handle anymore. Harry wouldn't care; he'd continue to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her until HE came inside of her. He would leave himself deep inside of her. He would make sure that his seed didn't escape from the soil. He would make sure that the serpent could lay it's eggs amidst the reeds. After they are both done shaking and trembling he would pull out of her and he'd pull her down onto the floor. He would hold her and they would fall asleep.
But Harry can't do this to his daughter. Even though Alessa was or maybe still is a witch she is still his daughter. Just like Cheryl is his daughter.
Harry can't fuck his daughter.
Harry can't fuck Cheryl.
Harry cannot fuck Alessa.
He stops himself. This is wrong, he thinks. Cheryl is his daughter, and even though she's not his flesh and blood she is his everything. He can't hurt her. He knows that his Cheryl would cry and forever be scarred if he did anything to her. He continues to watch his daughter sleeping and dreaming. Her breasts rising up and down. All Harry wants to do is grab them, twist them, and lick them. He can't though. Cheryl is his daughter.
Harry now considers the other girl that is alive in his daughter. Alessa. Alessa is not his daughter, but she is a part of his daughter. He can't take his Cheryl, but he can fulfill his darkest pleasure on Alessa. Though he cannot grab Cheryl by the hair and force her down to suck his hardening cock he can grab Alessa and force himself into her hot waiting mouth. The witch would probably enjoy too. She would enjoy his cock sliding in and out of her throat. Her moans would be muffled, but neither of them would care. He would just fuck that orifice of hers until he starts to spasm, and her mouth tightens around it. He would cum against the back of her throat and watch as she gags against him. Her constricting muscles would only squeeze his organ even more. That would only serve to make him cum more. After he's done he'd pull out of her mouth. He would watch Alessa breathe erratically and heavily.
Harry watches his daughter as she moves in her sleep. Her legs part just a little. Just enough to reinforce Harry's fantasy. He knows that he can't grab Cheryl from behind, bend her over his desk and fuck her. With Alessa however he can grab her from behind, and bend her over the desk. He can keep her down with one well-placed hand against her back while he unbuttons, unzips his pants, and throws them aside. He can rip off her clothing, and massage her breasts with his hand. Every moan and cry that would surely escape from her lips would make Harry want to fuck her even more.
He would pull aside the fabric from her panties and insert a couple of fingers into her cunt. Then he would realize that she's ready for him and doesn't need Harry to loosen her up. He would pull out his cock and roughly slide it into that hole of hers. She would cry out as this invasion surely too large to fit inside of her would slowly make it's way in. Harry knows that Alessa would cry and moan in pleasure as he grabs her hips for leverage and just fucks the living hell out of her. The harder and deeper he thrusts himself in the louder her cries would become. It wouldn't be long before her muscles would spaz, constrict, and squeeze Harry's muscle. Soon she would have an orgasm, but Harry would continue to fuck her.
Alessa would struggle to get away. She would be too tired to handle anymore. Harry wouldn't care; he'd continue to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her until HE came inside of her. He would leave himself deep inside of her. He would make sure that his seed didn't escape from the soil. He would make sure that the serpent could lay it's eggs amidst the reeds. After they are both done shaking and trembling he would pull out of her and he'd pull her down onto the floor. He would hold her and they would fall asleep.
But Harry can't do this to his daughter. Even though Alessa was or maybe still is a witch she is still his daughter. Just like Cheryl is his daughter.
Harry can't fuck his daughter.
Harry can't fuck Cheryl.
Harry cannot fuck Alessa.
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