Waxing daughter and new target

Henry entered Owen's body early in the morning, finding Jessica in the hallway. She blushed at the sight of him, still vividly remembering the night before.

"Dad... can you help me shave?" she asked shyly. "Like you did with Sarah..."

Owen followed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Jessica turned on the shower and began to take off her pajamas naturally, her young body still marked from the night before.

"It grew fast," she commented, running her hand through the hair between her legs. Owen picked up the razor and the cream, moving closer as she spread her legs under the shower.

"Let me help you," he murmured, applying the cream to her still sensitive pussy. Jessica shivered at the feel of his fingers touching her.

Owen began to shave carefully, but each touch made Jessica sigh. Her breathing became heavier with each stroke of the razor.

"Daddy..." she moaned as his fingers brushed her clit as he shaved. "You're making me all wet again..."

"Is it just the shower water?" Owen teased, his fingers lingering longer than necessary on her pussy.

Owen continued to shave carefully, his fingers occasionally "slipping" to more sensitive areas.

"I need you to spread your legs wider, baby girl," he murmured, his fingers parting her labia to better reach the hairs. Jessica obeyed, shivering as she felt his fingers brush her clit.

"Like this, Daddy?" she asked breathlessly, propping one foot on the edge of the tub to give him better access.

"Perfect," he replied, continuing his work. Each stroke of the razor was followed by gentle touches to "check" if there was any hair left. Jessica bit her lip to contain her moans.

"Now I need to do it back here," Owen said, turning her onto her back.

"Hold it wide open for me."

Jessica complied, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart. Owen began to shave the sensitive area around her anus, his fingers occasionally gliding down to her wet entrance. 

"Daddy... I can't take it anymore," she moaned as he "accidentally" pressed her clit while checking for any hair. "I'm getting so turned on..." '''

"Do you want me to stop?" he teased, his fingers continuing their subtle touches.

"No... please don't stop..."

Owen continued to "check" the shave, his fingers now clearly focused on arousing Jessica. She was sticking her ass out, practically begging for more contact.

"I need to make sure it's smooth," he murmured, his fingers sliding between her ass cheeks, circling her tight asshole before moving down to her wet pussy.

"Hmm... daddy," Jessica moaned, pushing against his fingers. "You're so sensitive..."

Owen pushed two fingers inside her while his thumb massaged her clit. Jessica had to bite her arm to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Shh... we don't want to wake anyone," he whispered in her ear, his fingers working faster inside her. "Such a tight little pussy... are you still sore from yesterday?"

"A little," she gasped, her legs shaking. "But I want more... please, daddy..."

The water from the shower continued to pour over them, masking the wet sounds Owen's fingers were making in Jessica's pussy. She was completely surrendered, her freshly shaved body begging for more.

"What do you want, baby girl?" he teased, curling his fingers inside her.

"I want your cock, daddy," Jessica begged softly, lifting her ass higher. "Fuck me... please..."

Owen removed his fingers, making her moan with loss. The sound of his zipper being unzipped made Jessica shiver with anticipation. She could feel his hard cock brushing between her ass cheeks.

"Just like you want it?" he teased, sliding his cock between her shaved lips.

"Yes... please Daddy," she whispered urgently. "Fuck me good..."

Owen grabbed her hips and began to press his cock inside her. Jessica bit down hard on his arm, trying to contain her moans as he slowly entered her.

"So tight," he groaned in her ear, burying himself completely inside her. "Even tighter after you shave..."

Jessica arched her back, feeling every inch of her father stretching her sensitive pussy. The hot water continued to pour over them as Owen began to move.

"Daddy... harder," she begged, pushing against him. "Fuck me hard..."

Owen intensified his thrusts, holding Jessica's hips firmly as he fucked her against the bathroom wall. The water ran down their bodies, making everything even more slippery and sensual.

"Like this, baby? Is this how you want it?" he whispered in her ear, thrusting hard. His cock slid easily into her wet, freshly shaved pussy.

"Yes, daddy... just like this," Jessica panted, one hand against the wall for support while the other went down to play with her clit. "It's so deep..."

Owen increased his pace even more, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. Jessica had to control herself not to scream in pleasure, her moans muffled by the sound of the shower.

"Your little pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groaned, one hand coming up to squeeze her breasts. "You love daddy's cock, don't you?"

"I love daddy... I love your cock inside me," she whispered between moans. "Fuck me... use me... I'm your little slut..."

Her fingers worked frantically on her clit as Owen continued to pound inside her, each thrust harder than the last.

Owen noticed movement at the half-open door. There stood Sarah, wearing only a thin nightgown, one hand inside her panties as she watched her father fucking her sister. 

Their eyes met for a brief moment. Sarah blushed deeply at being caught, but she couldn't look away immediately - mesmerized by the sight of her father's cock thrusting in and out of Jessica.

"Daddy... I'm almost cumming," Jessica moaned, completely oblivious to her sister's presence.

Sarah bit her lip, her fingers still working her own pussy as she watched. Finally, when Owen gave a particularly hard thrust that made Jessica moan louder, Sarah quickly pulled out, leaving the door as she had found it.

"Cum for me, baby girl," Owen ordered, focusing back on Jessica, but the image of Sarah masturbating still fresh in his mind. "Cum on Daddy's dick."

"MMM!" Jessica bit her arm hard, her body shaking violently as she came. Her pussy squeezed Owen's cock in intense spasms.

"That's it... good girl," he groaned, continuing to thrust through her orgasm. "Now I'm going to fill you with cum again..."

After Owen came inside her, they finished the shower together, washing each other naturally. Jessica still trembled occasionally, her pussy dripping with the mixture of cum and her own fluids.

"I need to get ready for work," Owen said, giving her one last kiss before they left the bathroom.

In the kitchen, they found Sarah already preparing breakfast. She avoided looking directly at them, her cheeks still flushed from what she had witnessed.

Jessica sat at the table, crossing her legs to contain the liquid that was still leaking inside her. "Pass the milk, Sarah?" she asked casually, as if she hadn't just been fucked by her father in the bathroom.

Sarah passed the milk, her fingers lightly brushing against her sister's. A moment of tension passed between them—Jessica unaware that she had been seen, Sarah still excited by what she had witnessed.

Owen sipped his coffee calmly, acting like a normal father having coffee with his daughters. Only the occasional tug in his pants when he glanced at Sarah betrayed his thoughts about what she was doing in the bathroom doorway.

The morning continued as normal, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Henry would normally go home and spend the afternoon in his own body, but recently there had been something new at Owen's work. A new employee had transferred from another location—Lauren, a woman in her forties, dark hair and a professional demeanor.

What really caught Henry's interest wasn't her appearance, but the light above her. Unlike the white lights he was used to seeing, hers glowed an intense green, slightly smaller than those of Owen's daughters, but still significant.

"She will need full training in our procedures," the director had said. "Owen, you will be responsible for guiding her." 

Henry decided to remain in Owen's body. A different colored light meant something new—a greater challenge, perhaps, but also a potentially more valuable reward. If white lights already provided so much power when corrupted, what could a green light offer?

He would have to postpone his visit to his own body. Lauren represented a unique opportunity that he could not ignore.

Owen escorted Lauren to her new office, which was next to his. For a "new employee," she had a surprisingly spacious office.

"So, Mr. Owen," she said with a polite but distant smile, typical of someone accustomed to privilege. "My husband says you are the best person to train me."

Henry watched the green light above her pulse gently. He still did not know what the color green meant. 

"I'll admit, I've never worked before," Lauren continued, settling back into her leather chair. "But James—I mean, Mr. Thompson—thought it would be a good idea for me to start in this position."

Owen nodded as Henry assessed the situation. Lauren exuded an aura of natural authority, even though she was technically his subordinate. Her demeanor spoke of someone accustomed to being in control. 

"Well, we can start with the basics," Owen suggested, approaching her desk. Lauren leaned back slightly, maintaining a professional distance that made her position as the director's wife clear. 

"Sure," she replied with a controlled smile. "But first, how about some coffee? We could discuss our…work dynamic."

Owen and Lauren walked to the coffee area, maintaining an appropriate professional distance. Henry noticed that, unlike Amanda or Owen's daughters, there was no sexual tension in the air—just the typical formality of a corporate environment.

"So, Mr. Owen," Lauren began, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "As James' wife, I need to understand how everything works here. I don't want anyone to think I'm here just because I'm the CEO's wife."

"Sure," Owen replied professionally. "We can start by going over the standard operating procedures. Do you have any management experience?"

"Not really," she admitted, her tone maintaining that polite distance. "But I'm a quick learner. Back home, I was always responsible for managing everything—employees, accounts, events. I imagine the principles are similar."

"Shall we get started then?" she asked, finishing her coffee. "The sooner I understand everything, the better."

After a few hours of explaining the basic procedures, Owen noticed that Lauren was truly a dedicated student, absorbing the information quickly despite her lack of experience.

"I think that's enough for today," Owen commented, organizing some papers on his desk.

That's when Henry decided to use his power. Subtly, he directed a small amount of energy towards Lauren. The effect was almost imperceptible - she just ran her hand over her neck, as if feeling a slight warmth.

"It's a little warm in here, isn't it?" she commented casually, her fingers finding the top button of her dress shirt. With a natural movement, she unbuttoned it, revealing a discreet cleavage.

"Mr. Owen, shall we continue tomorrow?" Lauren asked, keeping her tone strictly professional even with her cleavage now visible.

"I still have a lot to learn."

"Sure," Owen replied, keeping his eyes politely on her face. "Same time."

Lauren nodded, picking up her expensive bag and leaving the room with the same controlled posture as always, only with that small difference in her impeccable appearance.

"Mr. Owen," Lauren stopped at the door, turning around. "Actually... could we talk a little more?"

Owen nodded, indicating the chair in front of his desk. Lauren returned, sitting down with her usual elegant posture.

"You know, it's not easy being the wife of someone important," she began, her tone changing to something more personal. "James is always busy, traveling, in meetings. The house is so empty..."

"I can imagine," Owen replied politely, noticing a subtle change in her usually controlled demeanor.

"Sometimes I feel... wasted," Lauren continued, absently fiddling with the open button of her blouse. "I have a degree in business, you know? But James always insisted I stay home."

The conversation flowed naturally, Lauren revealing layers of frustration beneath her perfectly controlled facade. She talked about how she would organize charity events just to have something to do, how she missed real challenges.

"Sorry," she stopped suddenly, realizing how much she had said.

"I don't know why I'm sharing all this. I'm not usually like this..."

"Don't worry," Owen said gently. "Sometimes we need to vent to someone. Go ahead."

Lauren sighed, relaxing a little in her chair. "It's just... James is a great husband, don't get me wrong. He gives me everything I need, materially speaking. But sometimes I feel like he sees me more as a trophy than a person." 

She continued, her voice growing more emotional, "Do you know how many times I've suggested working? 'Lauren, you don't need this,' he always said. 'I have enough money for both of us.' Like it was just about money..."

"This position here... that's the first time he's given it up. But still, look at this position. It's more of a job to keep me busy than an actual job," she gave a bitter laugh. "Everyone here must think I'm just the boss's spoiled wife." 

Owen listened intently as she continued to vent, years of pent-up frustration finally finding an outlet.

"I'm 45 years old and this is my first real work experience. Isn't that a little pathetic?"

"It's never too late to start, Lauren," Owen said gently. "You're 50 years old and you'll be thankful you started today at 45. Many women find their purpose and professional fulfillment after 50." 

Lauren smiled slightly, her eyes shining with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "You know… you're the first person who hasn't made me feel ridiculous for wanting to start now." 

"Experience and maturity are important values," Owen continued. "You have a wealth of experience that can bring a lot of value to any professional environment."

"Thank you," Lauren replied, her professional demeanor gradually returning. "I think I needed to hear that from someone other than my husband and my family."

"Thank you for listening to me," Lauren said, standing up. "And for making me feel like I can actually do something here."

She walked over to Owen and, in a surprisingly informal gesture for her usual demeanor, gave him a quick hug followed by a kiss on the right cheek. It was a brief, professional moment, but it represented a subtle shift in the dynamic between them.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Owen," she said, quickly returning to her usual formal posture before leaving the room.

Henry could tell that this small moment of intimacy—the hug and kiss on the cheek—had transferred a tiny amount of green energy from Lauren. It was almost insignificant compared to what he could get from the white lights, but it had a different quality. 

It was as if a new kind of power had manifested itself within him, something he had never experienced before. The sensation was so subtle that he could barely identify its nature or purpose.

Owen returned to his desk, while Henry contemplated this new discovery. It would take more interaction with Lauren to understand the true potential of this green energy. The challenge would be greater - she was clearly not someone who would easily give in to sexual urges like Amanda or Owen's daughters.

Henry would need a completely different approach to corrupt Lauren. But if the small amount of energy could already provoke such unique sensations, he could only imagine what he could achieve by absorbing more of this green light.