All of the house-staff had been fired at once; exactly one hour after Susan moved in. She arrived at 9am on a Wednesday with her luggage in tow, and a very well-paid house-keeper whom Susan trusted for her discretion and loyalty. Susan then gathered the house-staff together in the kitchen and fired them all on the spot.
Susan knew what she had to do. She more or less left her husband Tony and her children at home, assuring her husband that she would return to him when she had completed her task. She was determined: nobody was going to take her father's company away from her and nobody was going to cut into her enormous inheritance.
Susan was prepared to do what it took and she was determined to control the situation so everything worked out in her favour as she intended it to. Her sister Jillian would take a back seat to Susan and her claims, the company's board would be brought to heel, and most importantly Susan's father would defer to her judgement and he would allow her to direct him, and his company, and his wealth as she saw fit. Jillian was going to be cut out, the war would be over and Susan would have won.
Susan moved into her father's home without her sister knowing, with her clear plan in mind: she could control her father's decision making most effectively by controlling his body and more particularly by controlling him through his penis. It was the most outrageous plan, but Susan was sure she would get away with it and surely without Gillian catching on.
Susan's husband had been left speechless when he was first learnt of his domineering wife's plan. She had bullied him into it though, reminding him that his own financial position was tenuous and a divorce would leave him almost penniless. Susan got his acceptance and silence, if not his outright approval.
Paul, now in his early sixties, warmly welcomed his daughter, his eldest child, into his home. Susan was a beautiful female – a tall slim feline woman with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, striking green eyes and creamy skin. At 32 years old her features were unblemished apart from some fine lines about her eyes and mouth - her body was tight with subtle curves. Most men were turned on by Susan's appearance and Paul, despite himself, was no exception.
Paul knew his daughter was a ruthless sort of woman, far more ruthless than he had ever been. She was the sort of person who could fire hundreds of people and not even give it a seconds thought. Or she could openly take a lover with her husband's knowledge and rub his nose in it – bring her lover home and spend the whole weekend in bed with him, while her husband drank.
The housekeeper admired the way Susan marched in and said she would now be sharing her father's bed with him. It was all so easy: the older man had a reputation for being easily led by women anyway and he had a soft spot for Susan. He hadn't been laid in a few years and was easy pickings for a beauty like Susan. Paul had no idea his daughter had fired all the staff, until she told him, while sizing up her father's bedroom. The housekeeper had hauled Susan's luggage up the stairs, case by case, and Susan had taken a large unused chunk of Paul's closet space and just moved all her clothing and other items into his room, while the confused man looked on.
At first, Jillian had no idea that her sister had decided to make such a move – she was angry, but not shocked when she eventually found out. Neither woman really cared about social conventions or taboos, particularly when so much money was at stake and Susan and Jillian were fighting each other over the company and its board composition. It was a bold move and one that made sense to Jillian, though it would have horrified most people. It was a masterstroke and Jillian had to respect her sister for it. Now Jillian understood why she was always losing traction in the war and why Susan had taken so much control from her father in such a short time. Jillian knew her sister was good in bed and no doubt their father was having the time of his life. He was easily manipulated by someone strong and controlling like Susan. Jillian and Susan also both knew that their father had wanted them sexually for years, though he never would have made a move on either of them. Susan merely acted on it and used her father's hunger for her to gain an advantage - Jillian should have realised and jumped into bed with their father first.
Jillian, at first, however, had no idea Susan had moved into their father's home and forced her way into his bed. The old man watched – surprised - as Susan laid her suits and dresses out on their bed and then carefully put them away in the closet, all the while advising her father that her marriage was on the rocks and her children despised her. It was a carefully orchestrated lie and Paul believed it, at least for a while.
The issue on Paul's mind, however, was glossed over for a while, as Susan busied herself. Finally, Paul asked.
"Susan, are you and I going to..."
"Yes father, that's why I'm here," Susan replied, putting down a dress she was holding and looking him square in the eye.
"Are you sure we should Susan?"
"Yes, I'm sure dad and judging by that bulge in your pants I think you're sure as well."
"Susan, I'm not sure this is a good idea; what would people think honey?" he said, red faced, sitting down to cover the awkward lump in his pants.
"I don't care what other people think; I think we've waited too long as it is," she said softly, coming around the bed and standing in front of him. "In fact I don't want to wait a moment longer dad."
Paul watched his eldest daughter close and lock the bedroom door. It wasn't even lunch yet when she took off her clothes in front of her father and let him stare at her beautiful body. Susan sat down next to him on the bed and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue in – twenty minutes later Paul was penetrating Susan's body for the first time.
The housekeeper always prepared their meals and left them outside their bedroom door on most occasions. She would softly ascend the staircase with the large tray in her hands, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from behind the bedroom door as she reached the top of the stairs and tip toed down the hall. She would tap on the door after having put the tray down. She never received a reply or a thank you from Susan and Paul when they were in bed together.
Susan was a dark witch, the housekeeper thought. She paid well and was a good employer, but she was manipulating and dominating her father for her own ends. The housekeeper could hear the bed complaining, hear the witch groaning and laughing, and hear the old man whimper from the escalating pleasure. Susan was wearing the old man out, wearing him thin with all that sex. The housekeeper took note and realised that she only ever saw Susan and her father out of the bedroom, just a handful of times and he looked radiantly happy, but pale and old as well. On one occasion Susan went out and left him alone, but she was only gone a few hours. He never seemed to get much sleep; Susan just wouldn't let him.
"Awwww," the older man moaned softly.
The older man's beautiful daughter had continued to gain a greater level of control over her father's body. He lay there on his bed naked, spreadeagled, a soft pillow under his hips, his legs and belly trembling. His daughter was lying stretched out on her belly between his legs, his penis exposed to her soft warm lips and her slippery hands.
Tonight's session had been incredible – an excruciatingly slow experience designed to awaken every nerve in his body, to arouse and increase his pleasure, but ultimately to leave him hanging without reaching an orgasm. The old man couldn't believe his daughter could do something like this to him, but he couldn't ever stop her, he just wouldn't stop her.
She had made him lie down on his back just after dinner without a fuss or any pointless argument, and then she had slowly kissed his open mouth, and then his nipples until they stung, and then she had caressed his belly, and then started to work on his cock again. She had slipped a pillow beneath his lower body, causing his penis to jut upwards into space and then she had relentlessly and patiently focused on that exposed spot.
"Awwww," the old man moaned at his daughter, as she used her soft thumb on her father's shaft and ran the tip of her tongue over his inflated drooling tip again and again.
"Like that dad," she asked, laughing softly at his reaction.
"Awwww yes honey."
She dropped her head once more and took her father's penis inside her mouth and sank slowly down until her lips sealed comfortably around the very base of his cock and his knob was rubbing inside her throat. She was rewarded with even more clear seeping fluid as she rose and swept her flat tongue against the underside with a flourish on her way back up. Down and up she moved pinching the tip lightly with her lips at the top and pushing hard at the very bottom as she tried to take him deeper inside.
She refused to let him cum. She knew the telltale signs his body gave off and would just stop and wait while he sighed unhappily. She stopped sucking him and waited, ready to start talking about the right to exercise her father's power of attorney.
"Dad, have you had a moment to think about your power of attorney yet?"
"Yes honey," he replied.
"And," she asked, taking his penis in her hand again and stroking him with long wet strokes, smiling at him as she did so.
"Awwww I don't know honey," he answered evasively.
"Don't know?" she asked pointedly, taking her hand away.
He sighed unhappily again. She always opened these discussions when she had him at his most vulnerable. She seemed to be determined to gain control over everything he owned.
"I thought we had an agreement dad?"
"We do honey, maybe if you just keep going and then we can talk about it later, hey?'
"Later," she asked confused, "we had an agreement; you said you would give me power of attorney. If you want me to keep going then you have to give me what you promised."
He weighed his options. His daughter was like a viper – she had invaded his home, fired his staff and brought in her own woman, loyal to her, and then she had started in on him. The woman she had brought in stood as a silent witness as his daughter and him had sex behind closed doors every night and the moaning and roaring started, along with the woman's soft cold laughter.
"You're playing a large role in the company now honey, far larger than your sister."
"We have an agreement dad."
"Will you keep up your end?" he asked softly, addicted to her and just wanting more.
"Of course dad, I promised and you still retain a great deal of control of the company, you know.
He smiled at her.
"Awwww C'mon dad," she cooed, grinning. "I'll keep doing it, like you want."
She took her father's penis in her hand and it began to thicken to complete hardness again quickly. She kissed the tip.
