Alex is sitting on a crate, ankles crossed. She can see some of the guys who work for her father talking quietly in the corner, every once in a while glancing over at her. Alex smiles softly in their direction and fiddles with the edge of her short skirt. One particularly bold man, maybe 30, slowly eyes them up and down. Alex tilts her head back in invitation. The man steps around his friends and approaches Alex, ignoring the whacks from his buddies. The man stops in front of her.
"Alex, right," the man asks. Alex nods. "The boss' kid."
"That's me. And what's your name," she asks.
"Alejo."
Alex smirks and hooks her fingers in his pants, slowly tugging the shocked man forward. "Alejo. Short for Alejandro?" The man nods. "Hmmm. Most white people probably call you Alex, huh," she asks. Another nod. "What? Cat got your tongue," she teases.
"Fuck, kid, you are so jailbait."
"Nope. 18."
Alejo breathes in deeply and puts his hands on Alex's thighs, creeping his fingertips up under her skirt. "Fuck. Then you're gonna be the death of me." Alex spreads her legs for him and he swears, stepping close to her. Alex can feel him, hard against her.
Alex grins and gently reels him down until they're a hair's breadth from kissing.
"ALEX!" She knows that tone intimately. She grins slowly. "My office! Now!"
"Uh-oh," Alex sing songs. "Daddy's man."
Alejo curses as Alex doesn't let him back up, instead letting him feel every inch of her as she slides off the box.
"Bye," Alex says, walking off. She steps into her father's office and he shuts the door behind her. "Hi, Daddy."
Her father grits his teeth. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying myself."
"You know I don't like you doing that with the guys."
"But it's so much fun."
Her father slowly approaches her until he has them pressed up against his desk. Alex squirms in delight. Chris slides his hands up her thighs and lifts her onto the desk. "Do I have to show you who you belong to?"
Alex leans in. "Only if he gets you to fuck me after you do."
"After?"
"After."
Chris grabs Alex's thighs and drags her to the edge of the desk. "As long as it's after," he growls.
"It will be, Daddy," Alex purrs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He reaches under her skirt and pulls down her panties. She spreads her legs and lets him take them off. "Always let you have me first."
"Fuck yeah you will, Alex." She leans her head back and he bites her neck hard. She moans softly. He slides his hand under her skirt and rubs the skin just by her cunt.
"Daddy," she whines.
"Say please, sweetheart."
"Pleeeease."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Daddy."
"There it is." He slides his fingers into her and he grins into her neck. "Mmmm. So wet for me."
"Always."
He drops to his knees and she puts her knees over his shoulders.
"You're so good to me, Daddy."
He puts his mouth on her instead of answering. He licks inside of her, listening to his daughter moan for him. He's hard in his pants and thinks of how he'd like her. On her back, on his desk? Bent over the side like his own little whore? On all fours on the floor, slamming into her as she pants and whines like a bitch in heat? He closes his lips around her clit and lashes it with his tongue, and she tightens her thighs around his head. He slides his tongue deeper inside of them and slurps, and she sobs and cums. He straightens and wipes his mouth. "Ready, sweetheart?"
Alex spreads her legs in answer. He unbuckles his pants and pulls himself out. Do you want me to suck you off, Daddy?"
"Not today, sweetheart."
"Aww, do you just want to be inside me?"
"Don't be a brat," Chris snaps.
"Why not? Are you gonna spank me if I'm bad?"
"Alex," Chris warns. She pouts and props her hands behind her. He comes close and teases her by just barely brushing her. "Ask nicely, baby."
"Daddy, will you please fuck me?" He grins and sinks in slowly. "Harder." He ignores her.
"Are you gonna be a brat for poor Alejo," he asks. "Or are you gonna be good?"
"Gonna ride him so good, Daddy." She grins. "After he eats me out." Chris moans, slamming home. "He's gonna taste you Daddy." He grabs her hips and pulls her to him, grinding in. She mewls. "Do you think he'll come back here, to your office," she pants. "Get on his knees, under your desk? Suck you off?"
"Fuck, Alex," Chris pants. He pulls back and thrusts hard. She arches and pants.
"I can probably convince him to. Say that I'll let you fuck me before and not let you cum, so he can taste me on you. I think he'll like that." He snarls and slams into his daughter. She writhes on his cock, and then ripples around him. He grinds deeper. She laughs and wraps herself around him, grinding down against him. She puts her mouth to his ear. "I think I'd like that, too. I know you'd make me come, Daddy, but I think I'd like watching him swallow your cock. I think it'd get me so wet." She giggles. "I think I'm getting wet just thinking about it. That and you're fucking me so good." Chris grins. He loves to hear that. He fucks her in earnest and she cums on his cock. He groans and follows her.
"Aw, just one, Daddy," she teases him. And she's right- most of the time, he makes sure she cums once or twice on his cock before he lets himself cum. He swats at their thigh, just enough to sting.
"I already gave you one," he points out. "Now it's Alejo's turn." He pulls out and fastens his pants, watching her sit back. Instead of pulling up her panties, she reaches down and sticks her fingers in herself, pulling them out wet. She sticks them in her mouth, licking and sucking them clean. "Alex," he moans. "Baby, I can't go again that quick."
"I know," she says, standing up and picking up their panties, slowly putting them on. "I just wanted to taste you since I didn't get my treat." She looks at him. "Where should I fuck Alejo?"
"Go out the front and circle around back to the storage room. I'll send him back there."
She shifts her skirt back into place. He looks her over carefully. She looks fine. "Bye, Daddy," she blows him a kiss and walks out of his office. She walks down the stairs and waves at the guys, walking out the door. Alejo goes to follow her but doesn't get two steps towards her before Chris comes out of his office.
"Alvarez. Get in here."
"Busted," Alejo's friend sing songs. Alejo flips him off and goes to his boss.
"Sir?"
"I need you to put something together back in the storage room," Chris says, sitting behind his desk. "A custom engine pipe fit for a motorcycle. Parts should be back there somewhere."
"Yes, sir," Alejo nods. He's not a dumb man. He knows this is punishment for touching his daughter.
"Go."