Ashley's Needs

Ashley's pretty little face is so close to mine that I can feel the heat of her shallow breath on my cheek. My hands are wrapped around her lithe body, one hand cupping her left breast, the other planted on the mound of her ass. The soft flesh of her boob is spilling between my fingers, and I give it a little squeeze, making her giggle. I am deep inside her, our pubic bones grinding against each other as we rock back and forth urgently. Ashley's hips gyrate in my lap, her ass grinding and twisting under her skirt as she fucks me. Her eyes are closed and her face is contorted in an expression of shock and desire, her jaw slack and her mouth half open. Both of us have all our clothes on aside from the place where Ashley's breasts spill out of her shirt and where her panties have been pulled aside to allow our incestuous union.

"We have to wrap this up Ash, you're late for school!" I say, but my protest is half hearted.

My 18 year old daughter is riding me in earnest now, and I have no real desire or ability to stop her. She is fucking me like an animal in heat, and her lower body is working overtime to get me off as quickly as possible. Her pussy is soaked, her juices soaking into the crotch of my pants. I'm going to need to change my pants after this, I know it.

"I don't care, daddy... I want to make you cum," she whispers, and I groan at the sound of her sweet voice saying such things. "Cum inside me, daddy. You know you want to."

She grinds her hips down hard, driving my cock deep into her spongy folds. Ashley is beyond beautiful. She has long straight blonde hair usually pulled into a high ponytail like today, a pretty face with an upturned button nose, and the body of a girl who'd been a gymnast since the age 3. I used to tell her she was too skinny, but now that she turned 18 she has filled out nicely, her legs and arms strong with muscle. Her ass also grew over the last few years and she has the nicest set of tits I have ever seen. They are firm and round and they stand up on their own, hanging before me in defiance of gravity, kissed at their teardrop tips with the cutest little pink nipples I've ever seen. And her pussy, oh god her pussy is so tight and hot and wet... and oh god so wrapped around my manhood.

"Oh daddy," she says, riding me harder, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. "You're so big, daddy..."

My phone starts to buzz on the couch nearby. I grab it and squint at the caller ID. "Fuck. It's your homeroom teacher."

"Answer it," Ashley says. "I want to hear what she says."

"No," I say. "What if she hears us?"

Ashley snags the phone from my hand before I can do anything and presses the answer button, then turns on the speakerphone, holding it up to me.

"Hello?" I say tentatively.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson? This is Mrs. Jones, Ashley's homeroom teacher. Is Ashley ready for school?"

"Um, I don't think so," I reply.

I grimace and try desperately to sound normal as Ashley starts to slide herself up and then back down onto my cock. She grins at me wickedly as her torturous movement resumes.

"But isn't she supposed to be here by now?" Mrs. Jones asks.

"Uhhhh yes, but she's feeling sick today," I say, straining to keep my voice level.

"She's been late every day this week. Do you think she'll be in for the afternoon?"

Unable to control myself and taken by desire, I grab Ashley's hips and thrust upward into her, causing her to gasp and fall forward, dropping her breasts in my face. I wrap my lips around one of her nipples and have to suck on it. Ashley grinds herself down onto my shaft, her face twisted with pleasure.

"Mr. Wilson? Are you still there?"

"I don't think Ashley is going to be there today Mrs. Jones," I reply as Ashley reaches down and unbuttons my shirt. "I think I'm going to keep her home and try to nurse her back to health."

"I see. Well, in that case, will you please have her get her homework to me by tomorrow. I've emailed it to her."

"Yes ma'am, I'll have her get it right on it." I say through gritted teeth as Ashley smiles and leans in, pressing her tits against my chest.

"Are you okay, Mr. Wilson? You sound like you're having a hard time."

"Oh, she's giving me a hard time alright," I groan. My devil of a daughter suppresses her giggles with a hand.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing! Nothing, I'm fine!"

"Ok, well, tell Ashley to take care of herself, and we hope to see her in school tomorrow. Thank you, Mr. Wilson."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jones," I say and end the call. "Fuck, Ashley!"

"What?" she says innocently. "We've got to finish before mom gets home from dropping Murphy off."

"I know, I know, I'm trying to hold it in!" I say, trying not to cum.

"I can feel it, daddy, you're so close," she says, grinding her hips down onto me, making me groan. "Just do it, daddy, fill me up. I want your cum inside me."

I can't hold out any longer. The heat from Ashley's pussy and the sight of her naked tits in my face is far too much to resist. I start to shoot my load deep inside her, filling her womb with my hot, incestuous cum. I grab her hips and pull her down, forcing my cock into her deepest recesses as I erupt into her. Ashley's eyes light up, and I can tell by her face that she can feel it. She tells me she loves the feeling of my cum filling her up. I had been busy beginning to feel guilty for inseminating my firstborn daughter. Those words distract me utterly, and I lose all ability to control myself as my cock throbs and spurts over and over again.

I am still groggy when I feel Ashley sliding off of me. She has a mischievous look in her eyes that says my troubles are not at and end.

"If we hurry up and get dressed, we can still get out of here before Mom gets home."

I watch as Ashley quickly tucks her breasts back into her bra and buttons up her blouse. Her skirt and underwear are sopping wet, so she slips them off, then rummages through her laundry for something clean. She finds a thong and disappears into her bathroom leaving me sitting on her bed, fully dressed for work, with my zipper down and cock limp. I manage to collect myself and get ready to go just as she emerges from the bathroom. She is completely dressed and looking gorgeous, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in a loose braid.

"Ready, Daddy?"

"I'm ready. Let's go."

We hurry downstairs. I peek out the door to make sure the coast is clear, and we dart outside to my car, trying to act casual. Despite my habit of running regularly my heart is pounding in my chest as if I'd just sprinted for thirty seconds straight. We climb into the car and I start the engine. Ashley was supposed to be at school an hour ago, and I was supposed to be halfway across the city by now. If my wife catches us now I have no idea how I'd explain the situation to her, let alone all of my daughter's additional absences this week.

"You know we have to stop doing this don't you?" I say as I twist myself around to look behind as I back out of our driveway. "This isn't going to work week after week."

Ashley smiles at me, her lip stuck out in a stubborn expression I recognized from countless times she's won me over in arguments.

"We don't have to stop, we just have to get better at it. At making time for each other and keeping it secret."

We drive in silence for a while each of us lost in our own thoughts. My daughter's hair shimmers in the morning sun, irresistible to my eye. Despite my best judgment, I reach over and rest my hand on her neck, my fingers curling the shorter hairs at the base of her neck. Those are always my favorite. She smiles at me and rests her hand on my thigh. My cock reacts, stiffening despite only having orgasmed less than half an hour ago. It seems my refractory period is shrinking drastically.

"Are you taking me to your work again Daddy?" Ashley asks, looking at her reflection in the sun visor mirror. She pulls lipstick or gloss out of her purse and applies it to her lips in a way that makes me want to pull the car over, open the passenger door and ravage her right there on the side of the road.

"It's been a long time since I brought you to work. You used to love it when we did that."

"Still would. I like spending time with you. And I know you like showing me off."

I laugh and squeeze her neck affectionately.

"You got me there, honey, I do like to show you off. But you have to promise to be on your best behavior. No getting into trouble."

"I'm not going to promise that," Ashley says, looking out the window. "What if I want to get in trouble? What are you going to do? Punish me?"

"I might," I say, smiling.

"Promises, promises, humph." Ashley says, smirking at me. "I'll behave for now, but I can't promise I won't get bored."

We arrive at my work a few minutes later, and I park in my designated space in the executive garage. I open Ashley's door for her and she gets out, smoothing out her new skirt. She's wearing a silky white blouse with a black skirt and knee socks. She looks like a sweet innocent little schoolgirl, younger than her true age and out of place amidst the suits, concrete and steel of the financial district.

As we enter the building I place my hand on her shoulder to guide her towards the elevator we need to get in. We make our way through the lobby, nodding to colleagues and acquaintances and wait for the elevator to arrive. It's less busy than usual, and as we wait, Ashley turns to me, her face lit up with a devilish grin.

"You know, I have a little problem," she says.

"What kind of problem?"

"Well, I didn't tell you this before, but I'm not wearing any panties. It might be a little inconvenient, especially if we're going to be here for a while."

The elevator arrives with a ding that surprises the both of us and the doors slide open. A few people step out and say quick hello's to me as they walk by. We step inside and I hit the button for my floor. Thankfully, we're alone.

"You're not wearing underwear?" I whisper. "Ashley what the hell. I told you not to cause trouble."

"Nope. I mean, I have a pair if you REALLY want to be a major loser about it. But I'd rather not put them on, and I wanted you to know that. So that we're on the same page."

The elevator dings as we arrive on my floor. I compose myself with a series of quick breaths and lead Ashley out of the elevator and towards my office, which is just down the hallway from the elevator. My secretary smiles when she sees Ashley and says good morning.

"Good morning, Mrs. Baker. This is my daughter, Ashley. She'll be joining me today."

Mrs. Baker stands up and shakes Ash's hand.

"It's so nice to meet you, Ashley. Your father talks about you all the time."

"He better," Ashley replies.

Mrs. Baker smiles and hands me a stack of papers to sign. After a few more pleasantries and compliments about how gorgeous my daughter is, I make my way into the office, opening the door for Ashley and turning the lights on as she walks past me. I shut the door behind us, and Ash immediately makes herself at home, dropping her purse on my desk and flopping down onto my leather couch.

"That's a nice secretary you've got there," Ashley says, smiling at me.

"She's a good worker, why?"

"No reason," Ashley says, crossing her legs and wiggling her foot. "What do you want to do now?"

"Well, I have some work to do, and you're supposed to be doing your homework. You've missed basically a whole week of school at this point."

Ashley rolls her eyes at me.

"You can work if you want to, Daddy, but I'm not in the mood right now. Let me know when you want to take a break, ok?"

I nod and sit down at my desk, opening the first document I need to sign. Ash quickly curled up on the couch, absorbed by her phone as I worked through the stack of documents. Both of us jumped with surprise when Mrs. Baker knocked on the door and asked if we wanted any coffee. We both accepted, and when the coffee arrives I suggest we go for a tour of the office. Ashley readily agreed.

We start our tour of the office with a quick walkthrough of the conference rooms. Most of them are empty, and we stop in one of them. I close the door and lock it. One of the features of the rooms is an advanced privacy mode that blocks out the windows and turns the room into a sealed chamber.

"Check this out."

I hit the button and the large, paneled windows of the conference room click black. The overhead lights dim, and Ashley looks around in amazement.

"This is so cool!" Ashley says, looking around the darkened room. "Can anyone hear us in here?"

"No," I reply. "Completely soundproof."

Ashley looks at me mischievously. "Good to know for later."

I laugh and click the mode off to continue the tour. We walk back out to the main hallway and make our way down to the IT department, where I introduce Ashley to some of my favorite colleagues. She makes a great impression with them, being polite and well-behaved, just as I've always taught her. Ashley hits it off with Jeff, a recent young hire who could have only been a few years older than Ash. I let them flirt for a little bit before moving on, much to Jeff's disappointment.

The next stop is the break room, where Ashley introduces herself to everyone she meets. Everyone is shocked to see my daughter. I suppose I don't bring her around very often, but I am always surprised by the amount of attention she gets. Her charming looks make everyone in her orbit want to be her friend. We finish the tour with a quick visit down to the marketing department, where my co-workers immediately swarm my daughter. Ashley handles herself like a pro, and within a few minutes they are all laughing and chatting with her talking about photoshoots and the latest trends.

I notice a few of the younger guys hanging around in the hallway and call them into the room.

"Hey, guys! How's it going? This is my daughter, Ashley. She's visiting from school today. Ash, this is Paul, Steve, and Sam."

"Hello guys," Ashley says, smiling at them. They stare at her like deer caught in headlights as soon as she turns her gaze their way.

"Hello, Ms. Wilson," they say in unison.

"It's nice to meet you all," Ashley says awkwardly.

After a few awkward exchanges from the guys I rescue Ashley by saying we have to get back to the office. We take our leave of the marketing department and walk back to the elevator, Ashley in front and me just behind her. I can see that she's swaying her hips a bit more than usual, and I had to imagine that every guy in the room behind us was staring at her ass as we walked out.

I wouldn't blame them if they were. My daughter has the nicest ass I've ever seen, and today it is barely covered by a little black skirt that seems to be getting shorter and shorter as the day progresses. Knowing how exposed she is just below the hem of her skirt makes every glimpse of her ass cheeks exhilarating and terrifying in equal parts.

"That was fun," Ashley says laughing, looking at her reflection in the doors of the elevator. "Did you see how those last few guys looked at me? I think they liked what they saw."

The elevator doors swing open with a ring and I have to hold my tongue as some colleagues are in the elevator waiting to go up a floor. I greet them as we enter and hit the button for my floor. The ride is mercifully short, and when we exit the elevator we head back to my office. Mrs. Baker is on her lunch break, so we enter my office without a word. Ashley walks past me, makes her way to my couch and flops down onto it, kicking her shoes off as she does. I lock the door and watch as she stretches and yawns, raising her arms over her head and letting out a quiet squeal. Her short lean body is stretched out before me, and I have a momentary flashback of having her wrapped around my cock less than a few hours ago.

"What are you thinking about?" Ashley asks, smiling at me.

"Just thinking about this morning," I reply. Ashley giggles, and then sighs.

"Yeah, me too. What if we were naughty?" she says, her voice teasing me.

"What do you mean?"

"Does your office have a fancy privacy mode?"

"No, just blackout blinds. And it would be a little strange to use them when my daughter is around."

"That's fine," Ashley says. "I think everyone's on lunch. That's what that lady in marketing said they were going to go do next. Let's be quick and we'll be fine."

My heart is pounding in my chest as I feel the tension in the air increase palpably. Ashley's legs spread apart, and there's only the barest amount of skirt covering her nether regions. The sight makes my cock strain against my pants.

"I'm a little insulted that I told you I wasn't wearing panties like, an hour ago and you still haven't checked to see if I was lying or not."

I can't speak. I can't breathe. I can't do anything but watch as Ashley sits up, smiles at me, her legs open. She pulls her skirt up, and her pink pussy is on full display. I can see that she's wet. Very wet.

"Jesus, Ashley! What if someone comes in?"

"I thought you said the door was locked."

"It is," I say, looking at the door. I am frozen in place.

"Come touch me Daddy."

She doesn't have to ask me again. I practically run across the room and fall to my knees in front of her. She opens her legs wider for me and I cup her pussy in my hand, feeling her juices run over my fingers. I slide a single finger into her and she gasps. The sound makes my already hard cock perk up even higher.

"You're so fucking wet, baby," I say, as I finger her. I lean in and begin to lick her clit, and she starts to moan softly. She tastes sweet and I lap her up with urgency.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispers. "That feels so good."

I keep going, licking and fingering her at the same time. It's getting really tight in my pants, but I don't dare stop to adjust myself. Ashley is moaning and squirming, and I can feel her pussy starting to contract and pulse as she gets closer to cumming. My fingers work and work, and I can tell she's about to cum when she starts to squirm, her pussy contracting around my fingers. I keep going, but my tongue is getting tired and I'm about to stop when she suddenly grabs my head and holds me in place.

"Don't stop, Daddy. Don't stop, I'm so close to another!"

I continue to lick and slurp dutifully, and I look up at her to see that her eyes are closed and she's biting her lip. I twitch my fingers deep inside her and her whole being responds.

"Another one." Ashley gasps as her pussy begins to contract around my fingers. She bucks her hips up, forcing my fingers deeper into her pussy, and she lets out a loud moan. Her legs tremble and I feel her pussy spasming as she cums all over my hand. I lean back before I get too many more of her juices on my clothes. Ashley lets out a deep sigh and smiles at me.

"Think we could risk doing it here?"

"I don't know if it's a good idea, baby," I reply. "We've been pushing our luck all day."

"I know," Ashley says, standing up and moving her chest closer towards me with a lusty smile adorning her full pink lips. "That's what makes it so fun."

She looks over her shoulder to the window of the office door. Empty hall ceiling is the only thing visible from my vantage down on the couch. I look back into my daughter's crystal blue eyes. Her legs splay out in front of me out from under her black school skirt. My erection pushes against my pants, the only real barrier between me and one of the greatest sins. Getting caught would cost me much more than just my job. The heat of her opening on my pants makes me think of what her juices would look like on my crotch. I have to keep that from happening. Without a word, I begin to unbuckle my pants.

Ashley's eyes grow wide, and she slides her ass back towards me, positioning herself with her elbows on the arm of the couch. I pull my cock out and slide it between Ashley's legs, pushing the tip against her soaked pussy. I fix her with an intense stare. "We need to do this quick, and quiet. No one here can know about us."