Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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My boss, Mr. Sterne stood in the doorway, looking at us laying naked on his daughter's childhood bed.
My fingers still cupped her soft, bare pussy and I quickly tried to take them away from her body as soon as his eyes met mine.
"What are you doing?" he asked in his low, deep voice. His eyes burned with absolute anger. One curl of his salt and pepper hair had fallen over his tanned forehead. The thick muscles of his arms flexed against his dress shirt. His whole body seemed to be shaking. His eyes were like two burning coals. It was a look I had never seen on anyone else before.
I struggled to answer. All I could do was sit up, starting and stopping the first sound of a few different sentences. I covered my breasts with my hands, suddenly feeling vulnerable. I had just made his own daughter cum at a party he had invited me to. And his daughter was specifically not to be touched, a fight had even broken out downstairs. I knew how strongly he felt about protecting her. There was no lying about that.
"Lynnae!" he yelled. His daughter flinched.
"Daddy it was nothing-" she started.
Mr Sterne strode into the room, suddenly. He slammed the door behind him and turned to lock it so furiously the knob seemed like it would fall off the door. His Italian dress shoes clapped on the wood floor as he came toward us, still swelling with rage. He looked insane. In one quick motion he swept down and picked up the black leash that lay on the floor by the bed, previously worn by me when my boss put me on display for his clients.
He leaned over Lynnae and pressed his free hand over her mouth and I heard her complain against his compressed skin. Then he lifted a knee and held Lynnae against the bed by pressing his knee to her bare chest. He used the leash to tie her wrists to the headboard, trapping her there.
"Daddy, please!" she cried out.
"This is time out-" he said, breathlessly tightening her straps. "You are a virgin, Lynnae. You're only eighteen. You don't fuck anyone, that's what being a virgin means."
"I still am!" Lynnae protested. "It's okay! Jamie's 18 too, and she even said it didn't count!"
His eyes flew to my face and he bared his pearly white teeth at me. "Get away from her," he said.
I did as I was told, looking down at Lynnae's toned, body was stretched out lengthwise on the bed. Her naked stomach moved up and down with panicked breaths and her nipples still shone with my saliva. She looked especially helpless with her hands tied above her head. She looked back at me with wide eyes.
"No one fucks my daughter, you understand?" he yelled at me. "She works with me, and she doesn't want people like you or my clients having sex with her. She's not ready yet." He strode over to me and held the back of my neck, forcing me to my knees.
"She's still a virgin, okay? We were just messing around," I said, half-lying.
"Who she messes around with is between her and I," he said, his voice strangled with contempt. "You work for me, not Jamie," he said, "It's not your job to do anything for her, especially without my approval." His hand tightened painfully and I held in a gasp.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
With one hand still grabbing my neck, Mr. Sterne reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. I stared upward at him. My curiosity was finally being satiated. I had secretly wanted this moment since my job interview to be his Affairs Assistant. It was as if part of me knew this deep down.
Mr. Stern was wearing Calvin Kline briefs and tugged them downward with his strong left hand, his expensive watch flashing in the dim light of Jamie's childhood Hello Kitty lamp.
Below his stomach, two of his lower abdominal muscles met in a V-shape, the most gorgeous iliac furrow I had ever seen on anyone, let alone a man of his age. His lower hair was still dark, not quite salt and peppered like the hair on his head and chest. And finally, as he pulled his briefs downward, his cock fell all the way out revealing its slightly darker tan than the rest of his body as well as its size.
His dick was fat and long, still limp, but hung with its tip brushing his leg an entire hand's length away from his hip. His balls were a dark red, full, and barely visible because of his girth.
Something about it made me speechless. Before this I had seen just one other man's parts before, it had actually been a dare at camp one summer. His was intimidating but in a different way than my boss's. Something about Mr. Stern's cock made me want to reach out my tongue for a taste.
Jamie lay on the bed still, and craned her neck as if she was trying to get a glimpse of what was making me so shocked. Mr. Stern turned his back on her however, and held his dick in his left hand. He looked into my eyes. They still glowed with what seemed like an internal fire.
"This is for her," he whispered. "Only this."
My heart stopped, with fear and confusion. "What?" I asked, my voice weakening. His hand on the back of my neck tightened and he forced my upper body forward, closer to his body.
"Apologize to me for touching my daughter," he said, the words hissing out of his mouth.
He pulled me closer. It was then that I noticed. So suddenly, I was overwhelmed with how good he smelled. So clean. Like fresh spices. He smelled like a man. He smelled as rich as the diamonds in his watch indicated he was. My eyes closed and I inhaled, the pain of his hand on my neck was making my pussy wet and I couldn't explain it. Maybe some part of me knew he wouldn't really hurt me. Maybe it was my high pain tolerance making his grasp feel like a game rather than something serious. Maybe it was that I was still so turned on from fingering his precious daughter.
