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 Title: Stepdad's Summer Secretary Ch.02


Summary: Cassie's obedience issues and punishment continues.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Cassie scanned her Tumblr as she lay in bed that Sunday night.

   Her ass was still lightly bruised from the spanking she'd received only
a few days earlier but anytime she was reminded of it her body prickled in
excitement.  The memory felt like Joshua Tree spikes perilously brushing
against the edges of her skin.

   She was wearing only a pair of grey Calvin Klein boy shorts and a comfy
old Cubs t-shirt.

   She had her MacBook opened in front of her as she sat up cross-legged
against the back of her bed and methodically clicked through the hash-tag
she had just searched: '#YesDaddy'.

   Life will hand you some unexpected keys to locks you didn't even know
existed.  Then you get to decide whether you want to actually go further.

   Cassie had never once considered her stepfather in an overtly sexual
way. She'd had the passing thoughts that accompany any attractive person
and she had looked at him occasionally from her desk and wondered perhaps
what he might be like in bed, but all of these lurid fantasies were quickly
erased by familial responsibility and the logical expectations of
appropriate behavior.  The world had rules after all.

   But not now she had turned the key and unlocked something of a deeper
resonance.  The rules felt less defined.  The risk felt closer to the
reward.

   Now for the first time ever she scrolled through the X-rated Tumblr
images attached to that hash-tag and found herself becoming more turned on
with each new image.

   There were pictures of younger women being spanked by their daddies. 
There were pictures of girls forced to their knees to suck.  There were
pictures of girls taking their Daddy's giant cocks in all of their
available holes.  Captions often accompanied the pictures with submissive
quotes from the girls involved.  She read each one under her breath as she
imagined saying them to her Daddy.

   Cassie dipped her fingers into her shorts to play with her pussy as she
browsed her way through her newly evolving fantasy.  She thought back to
how juicy she had gotten as her stepdad had spanked her across his large
desk.  She thought of each whack with her skirt pulled up around her waist
and her cheeks on full display.

   She thought of how lewd it was...how dirty she felt from calling him
'Daddy' in a sexual way, rather than paternally.  But it was somehow both
of those things.  They combined together in the naughtiest form of her
submissive indulgence.  The paint shaded over both categories.

   She came quickly like she had all weekend ever since the incident. 
There was a high voltage running through her that buzzed with the
electricity of her father's dominance.  She was fully charged and could
hardly wait to get back to work to be the best little employee she could
possibly be.

   That next week Cassie was incredibly thorough at work.  She arrived
earlier than many of her coworkers, always dressed to the 9's--hair and
makeup perfectly choreographed.

   She wore her ironed pencil skirts tightly snug on her legs and butt and
coordinated blouses and stockings and heels like a seasoned veteran.  Her
makeup and hair were always impeccable.  Her office tasks were well done
and completed on time and her stepfather couldn't help but be impressed by
his daughter's sudden work ethic and obvious obedience.

   Everything was going fine until that Thursday when he got an email from
his wife.  Attached to it was Cassie's credit card statement which listed
her recent purchasing history.

   She had maxed out her card that last month on some very large sprees at
a number of clothing stories, including the high end lingerie retailer:
'Agent Provocateur'.

   That was not the type of spending Cassie had agreed to when they had
talked to her about the credit card and set up her arrangement.

   She had been doing so well, but this was inexcusable.  She would need to
be punished again.  He waited until the later part of the day to confront
her.

   Cassie was sitting at her desk when she got a conference from her father
asking her to come into her office and close the door behind her.

   Cassie's breath instantly caught in her chest.  She hadn't done anything
wrong that she knew of, but she had been sort of hoping that some mistake
would pop up organically.  Her heart beat quickened as she walked into his
office and closed the door behind her.  The first pawn on the board was in
play.

   "Lock the door, please," he said as he leaned back against the front of
his desk with his arms crossed.

   He was wearing fitted herringbone pants with a light-blue button up
shirt and brown belt.

   "Sit down please," he said next after she had locked the door and turned
to look at him.  She came and sat down in front of him on one of his two
guest chairs.

   She was wearing a navy pencil skirt with a white blouse and belt combo.
Her heels were baby blue with a white trim.  Her stockings a sexy, sheer
white that featured barely recognizable polka dots all the way up her
smooth legs.

   As she sat in front of him, James Devlin couldn't help but marvel once
again at how breathtakingly sexy his stepdaughter was.  Her legs took
dramatic dives off of her knees after sneaking out of the slit in her
skirt. Her white blouse was buttoned but the last two were left undone
which gave him a perfect view of her freckled breasts as her cleavage
peaked from her shirt and spilled out of a baby blue bra that seemed far
too small for the office.  Her hair was layered and curled around her like
plumes of smoke and her eyes had a subtle pink eye-shadow that matched her
lipstick.

   "What is it, dad?" She asked, the eagerness to please always present now
in her voice whenever she spoke to him.

   "Would you care to explain what all these charges are on this month's
credit card statement?" He asked, clearly very upset as he handed her a
piece of paper.

   Cassie immediately gulped.  She hadn't actually expected her parents to
look at what she'd been spending her money on.  She knew she was in trouble
the second he said it.  She knew the charges he was talking about.

   "Look, Dad, I'm sorry...I wanted to buy some nice clothing to wear
around the office," she started, but she knew it was a lame excuse.  There
was no reason she needed lingerie that cost hundreds of dollars just to
wear under her work clothes.

   "Absolutely not young lady...that is no excuse and you know it.  We gave
you that card for a little bit of fun in the city, not so you could max out
your monthly limit buying high-end panties." With his arms folded Cassie
could see how large his muscles looked beneath his fitted shirt.  He was a
tower of a man.

   "I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again," she said, feeling the sting of
his words even as her body hoped to feel the sting of his reprimand.

   He looked down at his daughter as she sat there before him, clearly
ready for whatever was coming.

   "I think it's going to take more than that." He stood up and she
expected him to tell her to bend over the desk like last time, but instead
he walked over to the opposite side of the room and sat in the middle of
the brown leather couch next to the large window that looked out onto the
city.

   "Come here now," he said to her, as she walked across the room with her
head hung low.  She knew what she was expected to do, but she waited for
his instruction all the same.

   "Lean over my lap and bend your ass up in the air."

   Cassie stepped out of her heels and got up on the cushion next to him as
she leaned her body over his legs on her hands and knees.  She leaned down
onto her elbows as her body pressed up against his leg with her butt arched
upward towards her stepfather.

   James looked down at her ripe nectarine booty as it roundly filled her
Navy-blue skirt.  The way she had it bent up towards him made her look like
a stripper posing on a stage to have dollars placed into a g-string.  It
was insane how popped her young booty was for her father.  It was too sexy
to even begin to describe.

   "You continue to force me to punish you for being a bad girl," he said
this slowly as he peeled the skirt up her legs.

   Cassie shook a little as she felt her father's warm hands begin to pull
the fabric up her thighs and over her ass.

   James' breath caught a little when her butt came into view.  She was
wearing a powder-blue garter that connected to her tights and matching
powder-blue panties, but the back fabric was completely sheer other than
two laced flowers that ran along her cheeks.  Otherwise, he could
completely see her ass through the undies.

   James immediately knew that these were some of the lingerie pieces she
had purchased on the card.  They were sexy and expensive and as soft as his
desires were hard.  The polka dotted tights and the garter were incredibly
soft and well made.  The underwear wasn't as tiny as the peach thong she'd
been wearing that first time he'd seen her ass, but it was already more
revealing as his eyes followed the tempting crack of his daughter's buns
down to the exposed lips of her young sex.

   Cassie's heart was beating out of her chest as she leaned over her dad's
lap.  The tops of her thighs were barely touching the outside of his leg
and her elbow's pressed against the outside of his other leg as she kneeled
over him like a dog being reviewed for a best in show contest.

   James pressed her upper back down harder into the couch which caused her
ass to arch even more now.  She was a great pyramid over his lap, even
though her body seemed to curve more like a Sphinx.

   She looked straight ahead as she waited for her first spanking.

   "So this is some of that expensive underwear you purchased?" He said to
her as his hand traced the back of her garter and panties and stockings.

   "Yes Daddy," she said as she felt her entire body flush with warmth.

   SMACCCKKKKKKKK!!!

   "Mnnggffhh," she moaned as his first smack landed hard against the
incredibly thin fabric of her bottoms.

   "You're mother and I work hard to give you a credit card for the summer
and you spend it on expensive underwear?" He said as each new admonishment
broke her down more.

   SMACCCKKKK!!!!!

   "Ugnnffff," she moaned again at his spanking.  Her noises were a combo
of pain and sexual pleasure.  James recognized the way Cassie moaned as she
was spanked.  She was in agony and ecstasy.

   "I didn't even know my 18-year-old daughter had any need to buy slutty
lingerie!" He punished her with each new word, his hands paddling her buns
like he was delivering championship-winning ping-pong winners down her
lines.

   SMACCCCKKKKKK!!!!!

   Her lips pressed into the leather of the couch as she felt her ass hot
under his hand.

   SMACCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!

   She was pressed down into his lap now and she could feel his hard-on
against her.  He was so big and she moaned a little to herself as she felt
his rock hardness rising up the Mohs scale.  She wanted to grind against
him but didn't want it to be obvious.  With each new spanking she allowed
her body to be pushed hard into his crotch.  It could just be an accident
that she was pushing against him so hard.

   James' dick was pulsing inside of his pants.  His daughter had the best
ass he had ever seen.  This wasn't hyperbole--the little girl he'd once
known had opened up her backside as the designated site for an
award-winning bakery--that was the only explanation for how she had
suddenly developed such high quality buns.  As he punished her, his eyes
remain locked on the way it jiggled with each spanking; the way it felt in
his hand--smooth and rounded with just enough give to massage a cock as it
slid inside, but also with that teenager's essence-milking squeeze as tight
as a catcher's mitt.

   "You've got some nerve thinking you can waste my hard-earned money on
slutty lingerie, young lady!" He said as his spankings began to get harder.


   She was incredibly wet now and she wondered if her father could feel her
warmth on his leg.  She could definitely feel his large cock pushing
against her as she moaned into the couch.

   SMACCCKKKK!!!!!!!!

   "Are you a bad girl?" He asked her now, his voice dripping with
dominance as his words became inky and glooped with intention.

   "Yes, Daddy!" She said, as he spanked her hard again.

   James pushed her upper back down into the couch which caused her body to
press against his lap as she struggled to keep her ass perfectly arched for
him.  He clearly wanted her to feel his boner pressing through his
pants--there couldn't be any mistake now.

   He took both of his hands and brought them up to the tops of her
powder-blue panties.  She was breathing rapidly as she recovered herself in
the spanked heap of sweat and hormones that she had dissolved into,
indented into the couch cushion with a thrumming need for more.

   Her heart beat like Zulu war drums in her chest.  Her dad slowly pulled
her panties down over her rotund fun buns.  They peeled off of her like the
wrapper of a snugly encased bar of Laffy Taffy that contained the most
delicious flavor yet.  She didn't say anything as she felt her underwear
being taken off.  She didn't protest.  She didn't even think to argue. 
This was just the next step in her punishment.  It was so clear to them
both.  Her father was going to spank her bare ass now.  This was the
evolution of this path they'd wandered down.  Besides, what could she say?
She could barely breath, much less form audible words.

   He ran his hands along her bruised and reddened cheeks, rubbing them
softly.  Then he lightly spanked her on each one.  Cassie purred as he did
this--an innocent moan that was deceptive for how naughty she felt.  She
was quickly turning into his
slutty-daughter-tawdry-kitty-submissive-yes-girl.

   James could smell his stepdaughter's pussy.  He could see the juices on
her slit.  Her arousal was a wildflower pheromone drifting into his
overgrown woods.

   He spanked her hard again.

   SMACCCCKKKKKKKK!

   She arched her ass up as he did this exposing more of her pussy.  Her
taint and asshole were freshly waxed for him.  She wondered if her father
was staring at her pussy now.  She wondered if he liked the way her asshole
looked.

   SMACCCKKKKKK!!!!

   Cassie moaned loudly with each spank now--she wasn't holding back her
noises anymore.  Between each one she could feel her stepdad trace his
fingers over her gingerly--the gentle executioner.  He was like a kinky
Roosevelt, rubbing softly while she sat on his big stick.

   "You need to learn obedience young lady.  You need to learn that there
are consequences for these types of actions." He said, keeping the spanking
going every 20 seconds or so.

   She was so fucking desperate.

   And that's when she felt his hands begin to grab her butt...not
spank...but grab.  He was really rubbing her now, as if to soothe her
wounds.  He juggled large handfuls of her derrière which filled up his
hands like brain-bending Flubber.

   She felt his fingers trace the edge of her crack as he kneaded her, and
she arched herself even more for him, begging in submissiveness--trying to
direct him home.

   He saw this.  He felt the way she moved.  He knew a needy slut when he
saw one.  He knew what she wanted.  But there was a role for him to play.
There was a pace that needed to be set if the storyline was going to make
sense.  They both knew this.  Their erotic metronome had been carefully
selected.

   "I think you need a more intense form of discipline.  I think you need
something that will really teach you who is in charge." He said as his
fingers traced the inside of her ass cheeks down to her inner thighs and up
again.

   "Yes Daddy, I need that," she said, staring back at him as her goose
bumps raised speed bumps over his hands as if to divert them where she
wanted them to go.

   "Are you willing to take whatever punishment I give you?  Are you
willing to let me dominate you and turn you into the most obedient employee
in the entire office?  This is important...if you say yes there will be no
turning back, Cassie.  I want you to really think about it before you
answer." he massaged her ass cheek as he said this last sentence, as they
both stood on the precipice of an elevated experience.

   She flexed her ass muscles as her body writhed a little on top of his
legs.  She looked back over her shoulder again at him and into his
concentrated gaze--his business-like efficiency in the task he was carrying
out.  "Yes Daddy, I think I need that.  Punish me daddy.  Punish me how I
need to be punished." This was a game she was quite new to, but if there
was one thing she had learned, it was to use simple sentences.  Be direct.
Be submissive.  Don't complicate the very linear direction of what needed
to happen next.  She wasn't sure exactly where he was about to take them,
but she'd go wherever that was, and she'd do whatever he told her to do. 
This was all very sudden, but it was a plot that had been developing
beneath the surface of the water for quite some time.  The crocodile had
snuck up on them both.  The jaws were about to snap.

   He finally dragged a single finger down over her pussy, allowing it to
glide against her wet lips and then up over her asshole as she felt each
unique ridge of his print.

   "Such a naughty daughter I have," he said, "I wish I didn't have to
punish you so hard," he said, but they both knew it wasn't true.  He wanted
to punish her.  She wanted to be punished.

   She brought a finger up and bit it lightly as she wiggled her ass a
little in his hand.  "Yes, Daddy, I'm very naughty.  I need to be
punished." She said to him again, with more purpose this time.

   James glided his fingers now through the wet folds of her opening.  She
gasped as she felt her stepfather's fingers tracing her pussy and asshole
and clit.

   Then she moaned like a person at a Chiropractor's office might after
getting a long awaited adjustment, when she felt his fingers slide into her
body for the first time.

   "My.

   Naughty.

   Little.

   Girl."

   He said to her.  Each word leapt across galactic astral planes.

   He began to slowly finger her on the couch as her nerves redefined
everything she knew about intrigue and necessity.

   "My naughty, misbehaving daughter," he continued.

   Cassie moaned along deeply with each intrusion, like a tuba in a smoky
jazz solo.

   "My dirty, little girl," he followed the script verbatim.

   She sounded like a guttural whore with a pent up supply of sounds to
release.  James couldn't believe that he was fingering his daughter's wet
pussy on his lap in his office.  He couldn't help pressing his enclosed
cock up towards her as she grinded against it with her sideways body while
he firmly finger-fucked her.

   "You're such a naughty fucking girl," he said, as his digits seemed to
twist inside of her with each new syllable.

   With her navy skirt pulled up around her hips and her powder-blue
panties pulled down to the bottom of her garters and tops of her tights,
she looked like some sort of pornographic secretary ripped straight out of
'This-Will-Never-Happen-To-You Central Casting.'

   "Yes, Daddy!" She moaned into the couch while he fingered her.  She was
pressing back into his fingering now, loving the way he punished her.

   He couldn't believe how wet her teen pussy was on his fingers.  He
couldn't believe how soft and tight she was.  His 18-year-old daughter,
bent over for him like a complete slut--his spank bank had just found its
high-yielding investment.

   His thumb began to rub against her rosebud as he continued fingering her
pussy.

   "You really need to be taught a lesson, don't you?" He said to her now
as their game progressed onto another level.

   "Yes, Daddy, teach me a lesson Daddy," she said to him, so horny for her
father in that moment.  She used the word 'Daddy' as much as she could now
because nothing was turning her on more than that constant acknowledgement.
She was being spanked by her Daddy.  She was being fingered by her Daddy.
Her Daddy was dominating her pussy.  Her Daddy.

   "Stand up," he said, as he pulled his fingers out covered in her juices.


   Cassie did what she was told and stood before her father with her
panties still pulled down and her skirt up around her waist.

   "Take off your skirt." He said as he ran his hand down and along the
length of his shaft through his pants.

   She unzipped the skirt in the back and let it fall to the floor as she
kicked it to the side.

   "Take off your shirt." She raised an eyebrow at this next command, but
she didn't hesitate.  She unbuttoned the loose white blouse and pulled her
arms out, leaving only the tiny powder blue bra that matched her panties
and garters.  It was half sheer and half-flowered.  Her nipples poked out
hard through the soft material.

   He grabbed one of the pillows that was on the couch and placed it on the
floor in front of his legs.

   "Get on your knees.  Now." He instructed.  Cassie knelt down in front of
her father.  She couldn't believe how weak and powerless she felt.  She was
incredibly nervous and stupidly turned on all at the same time.  She was
fully enrolled in her father's boot camp, even as she had only just
graduated from his thorough booty camp.

   "You know what you need to do," as he said this he undid his belt and
took it off, then unzipped his slacks and pulled them down half way.  He
did the same with his boxer briefs.

   His cock was gigantic and it sprang out like the ripest banana Cassie
had ever seen.  His balls were swollen and huge and he had his hair
trimmed. It was the type of cock that Cassie was hoping for, large and
clean and bulbous.  It was the type of cock that Cassie could properly
worship if she were made to do so.

   He was so hard.  His dick curved up to her and he must've been over 8
inches long.  It was the nicest cock she had ever laid eyes on.  She
couldn't believe that her mother had gotten to play with this thing for
years.  What a toy-hog.

   She grabbed her father's dick immediately around his shaft with both
hands and marveled at his girth.  Then she brought her desperately
submissive mouth down and placed her lips on the top of his shaft as she
began to suck on her daddy's penis for the first time ever.  You never
forget the first time you put your mouth on your Daddy's cock.

   James watched his daughter's small hands wrapped around his dick as her
lips slowly worked his helmet and the top of his shaft into her mouth.

   "Are you a naughty girl?" He asked, as her eyes stayed locked to his
while she sucked.

   She took him out for a second and dragged his cock over the outside of
her lips and nose and face.  She was incredibly turned on by the knowledge
that she was sucking off her own father and she felt very slutty from it
all.

   "Yes, Daddy." She replied.

   He could still hardly believe that his daughter's plump lips were
gliding along the outside of his shaft and the head of his cock.  She was
obsessed with it.  She sucked him like a newborn mammal desperately
fighting for a nipple.

   "Show Daddy how naughty you are," He said to her now and this only made
her feel even hotter.

   She wanted to be such a submissive slut for her dad in that moment.  She
wanted to give him the sexiest blowjob ever.  She thought back to the
Tumblr pages she had masturbated to.  She thought of the way the girls in
those pictures fulfilled their roles--the way they played the character of
the slutty daughter in order to turn their fathers on even more.

   Now here she finally was in her Dad's office on her knees, sucking on
his cock while everyone went about the day just outside these walls.

   She worked the cock further down her throat as she jacked the base off.
She still couldn't believe what she was doing or how wet it had made her.
Her father's cock was five inches down her throat.  She had sucked on cocks
that were only that long and here she was already gagging with much more
work to be done.

   She felt James' hands grab the back of her head and pull her hair
roughly as she fucked her mouth down on his cock.

   "That's it baby, show Daddy that you know how to take a proper
punishment." He encouraged her now now as she moaned on the girth of his
fatherly tool.

   James cock filled his daughter's mouth like she was the winning player
in an erotic round of Chubby Bunny.  She had her mother's lips...but the
deepthroating abilities were something that she'd clearly picked thanks to
her own curriculum.  And the way she moved her tongue...holy fuck.  Her
tongue was a ribbon dancer on cocaine.

   He couldn't believe how deep she was taking him in her mouth.  She was
no amateur--that was for sure.

   Cassie thought back to her high school boyfriend and all the nights she
had practiced her blowjob techniques on him.  She thought about how trained
her gag reflex had become, and of all the eventual boys who had ever had
their mental mindscapes blown into oblivion when they felt their entire
manhood disappear into her soaking skillset.

   Her mouth slid further down his shaft as he marveled at the moisturized
brilliance of her pillowy lips.  He felt like his cock was sliding between
two clouds so soft, they were usually reserved for angels.  But if her lips
were heavenly, her tongue was devilish.  She snaked it around his tree of
life and apples of wisdom that hung below like a serpent with a
proposition. She was temptation cometh, and he would be a different kind
soon enough.

   She wasn't just sucking on him to be naughty now, she was sucking on him
to make him cum.  When she realized that, her entire body shook a little.
She wanted her daddy to cum in her mouth.  She had changed her technique
over to a high-powered suction and consistency that had awarded her many
tasty loads from the men she'd conquered in her past...only now she was
mining for her own father's foamy silver cream.

   "My daughter is such a naughty little slut, she's going to need a lot of
punishment, isn't she?" He said again.

   "Mmmhmmm," she said, moaning affirmatively on his member as she bobbed
intensely like a backseat prom date with the limo almost home.

   "My naughty little girl," he kept it going as she felt his orgasm
approaching.

   "Mmmmmmm," She moaned as she jacked him slowly into her mouth from his
base.  Her other hand caressed her father's balls as she showed off her
Swiss army knife full of fellatio expertise.

   She moaned now as she thought of how he would want to hear his daughter
moan.  She moaned to let him know what a submissive whore she was for him.

   He wasn't going to last long with the convergence of so many perfectly
crafted details and stimuli.  She even knew what noises to make while she
sucked.  She was the John Williams of oral sex score composers.

   "A naughty slut swallows cum, isn't that right Cassie?"

   "Yes, Daddy." She said, as she briefly brought her mouth off his cock
before diving right back in like a Hot Dog On A Stick employee making
lemonade.

   She jacked him from below as her mouth bounced up against her closed
fist as they met in the middle of his impressive length and girth.  He died
many deaths as she worked his cock over.  He would've never in a million
years imagined that his daughter was hiding the oral skills of a perennial
AVN award winner.

   It was one of the best blowjobs he had ever received.  It felt like she
needed his cum as the antidote to something evil.  Or perhaps it was the
other way around.  Maybe his sperm was the thing that would push her
permanently over the sinful edge.

   "Naughty.  Fucking.  Daughter.  Suck your Daddy's cock like a good
little slut!" He commanded and she complied, smiling up at him and loving
all the kinky things he said to her now.

   "Mmmm, unfggh, MMmm, Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she bobbed, her mouth like
an oil well never abandoning its rotations.

   "Cassie...don't stop...don't stop...holy fuck...don't stop you slutty,
little girl, take your punishment!" He said as his head leaned back on the
couch top.  His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy, like the
altitude had shifted.  Cassie had felt actual pieces of steel that were
softer than her father's cock was at that moment.

   She sucked hard and jacked him equally hard.  Saliva strung out over her
face as it accumulated between them.  He stared at her through the slit in
his heavy eyelids as he saw the image of his slutty daughter with his cock
ramming home into her mouth.  His pre-cum and her spit combined to draw
debauched constellations across her face from starry freckle to starry
freckle.  'The big dicker.' 'Orion's undone Belt.' 'Cassiopenis.' 'Ursa No
Longer a Minor.'

   She felt his dick begin to swell suddenly, like a dam holding back what
she had rightfully worked for.  Like...damn.

   "I'M GONNA CUM..." He moaned.

   And she was rewarded with her blue-ribbon blowjob prize.

   She clamped her lips around his cock like an Apollo 13 rubber hose
attachment as she squealed in excited anticipation.  Cassie breathed
expertly out her nose as she waited to see what her daddy's spunk would
taste like.

   "Mnnngggghhh," he moaned, and his dick finally gave in to his daughter's
naughty ministrations.

   She sucked each salvo up like his cock was a milkshake straw full of the
coldest blended vanilla on the hottest day of summer.  That's how she
felt--like some sort of August whore wantonly gobbling on the tastiest
treat from the ice cream truck.

   Except his cock was warm.  And so was his cum as it painted her tongue
like a p tisserie piping bag splooging onto a freshly baked tart.  And boy
was she ever that.

   She drank him down.  She swallowed it all.  Every single drop.  She
milked him the entire time, rubbing his balls, jacking his dick.  She
milked him to the point that he was too sensitive for her to keep going and
he had to pull her mouth off of his cock, as she gasped with a loud moan,
taking in air for the first time in what seemed like minutes.

   Her face was sweaty and red.  She had his juice dripping out of her
mouth and down her chin even as she pushed it up with her fingers and back
in so she could swallow all of her father's load.  He watched his daughter
playing with his cum.  No amount of money could buy a slut this talented at
sucking cock.

   She was still so wet.  She wanted him to fuck her.  She wanted so badly
for him to punish her more.  But that wasn't for her to ask.  She was the
submissive in this situation.  She was girl being trained to obey her
Daddy. She would do whatever he told her to do next.

   KNOCK.  KNOCK.  KNOCK.

   Three raps against the double doors of her father's office broke up
their lusty trance.

   "Hey Mr.  Devlin?  Are you in there?  It's Sara," a lady's voice called
from just outside.

   Usually any unexpected visits would go through Cassie's desk.  But she
wasn't currently sitting at her desk.  She was half-naked on her knees with
cum and spit and sweat all over her face.

   "Get under my desk, hurry!" James said to his daughter as she scooped up
her discarded clothing and ran over to hide under the large desk on the
other side of the room.  She easily fit beneath the furniture piece as she
heard her father go to the door to unlock it.  He then scurried back to sit
behind his desk still wearing only his dress shirt.

   "Come in!" He said a couple of moments later as the door to the office
was opened.

   Sara Charles worked in the zoning department for the city and was a
frequent visitor to the Devlin A&D building.  She was in her late 20's and
had been an invaluable asset for consultations regarding up-and-coming real
estate projects the company was involved in.

   James always enjoyed when she visited as she was quite marvelous to look
at as well.  She had short, brownish-blond hair that she usually wore up
and she had an athlete's body that was always tightly displayed in whatever
professional attire she chose.

   "Hello!" She said warmly as she entered.  "Sorry, I usually would've
visited your secretary and I waited a while but she never came back to her
desk so someone suggested I just knock because they had seen you earlier
and thought you might still be in here."

   "Oh no problem at all!  I'm so sorry about that...I sent Cassie out on
some errands earlier, just a poorly timed window on our part.  Please, have
a seat." He said.  The stunner sat across from him and crossed her legs in
her black skirt.  "So what brings you by today?"

   "Well, I usually wouldn't drop in out of the blue like this, but I was
going over the Remington Building paperwork and I discovered a huge error."
She pulled out a stack of files from her bag.

   As she said this, a smile worked its way onto Cassie's face where she
sat cross-legged under the desk between her father's legs.

   The Remington Project.

   She knew the mistake that was about to be revealed.  A purposeful
mistake that would require fixing.  It wasn't anything critical.  Rather,
it the type of speed bump that would need a little extra attention.  It was
the type of error that would demand some form of punishment when it was
finally discovered.

   And it had been discovered.

   She ran her hands up the insides of her stepfather's bare legs as he
attempted to maintain his composure while he looked over the papers that
were handed across his desk.

   James immediately recognized the missing dates and signatures that fell
within the category of Cassie's job duties.

   It was an obvious mistake.  It was the type of thing that almost seemed
purposeful.

   "Oh, this is embarrassing...we should've caught this before sending it
over to your office," he almost smiled at how obvious it was, even as his
cock began to grow harder as he felt his stepdaughter's hands ran up his
bare legs below the ledge of the desk.

   "It's really no problem, I just have to have you sign off on a new
application and re-hash some stuff to make sure everything is on the up and
up." She said to him.

   "No worries, and let me just promise you, this definitely won't happen
again, we'll make sure to thoroughly discipline the employee who's job it
was to get this completed."

   As he said the word 'discipline' Sara wondered what it might be like to
be disciplined by such a delicious man.  And just as the process of
correcting the issue began, the pro-active punishment had already secretly
begun below the desk.

   As James began to sign the paperwork over again, he felt his daughter's
mouth re-attach to his cock underneath the desk.

   As he worked to maintain decorum in front of this gorgeous woman across
from him, his own daughter took her second round of punishment proactively
from her hidden position.

   The sooner he could get through this paperwork, the sooner he could pull
Cassie up and punish her even harder than he had so far.

   The sooner he could get Sara Charles to leave his office with the
corrected revisions, the sooner he could pull Cassie up to be bent over his
desk.

   She REALLY needed to be punished now.  It was all so clear.

   He was going to fuck his daughter.  And she knew it too even as she bent
his dick down into her mouth below the desk as they worked.

   She was actually going to take her Daddy's cock in her slutty pussy. 
She was finally going to be punished the way she deserved to be punished.

   The thought only made her suck even harder.


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