Sam stood in the break room with a cup of coffee in her hand. Friday morning meetings were going on around the office, so she was mostly on her own. Her thoughts weren't on work though, they were on the man who would be bedding her later that night. She closed her eyes and imagined the different positions he would be taking her in, the pleasure he would give her. "Daddy!" a small female voice broke her train of thought. She turned to see a young girl about 6 running into the arms of one of her coworkers. "Mommy wanted to surprise you." she said handing him a bag.
"Thank you." he smiled at Sam and walked away with his wife and daughter. Her stomach ached.
She turned and put the cup down. "Sam?" She heard Max call out from the breakroom doorway. She turned to look at him. "Are you ok?" he asked. She forced a smile and nodded. "I need you to come to my office. I have contracts I need to sort out, file and get sent out." he said still looking at her. He entered the room, closed the door and made his way to her. He should do this in his office, but something was wrong with her. "Baby girl, what is wrong with you?" he asked. Being this close to her was making him wish the day was done.
Samantha shook her head. "It's nothing really." she said. She rinsed the coffee cup and set it to dry in the dish drainer. She turned to find him still there. "Really Max." she said with a soft smile.
"Samantha." he said in a firm Dad tone. The look on his face told her he wasn't letting it go.
"This isn't a conversation for the work break room." she said. He moved out of her way and made a hand movement to let her know she needed to head to his office. She crossed the room to the door, opened it and walked the hallway to his office. Any one not in a meet was watching her and Max. There were whispers. She entered his office.
He promptly shut the door and closed the blinds. "What is the problem, Samantha?" he asked sitting in the chair before her.
"I have to tell you something. It's gonna change things." she said. Her lip quivered. "My mother," she took a deep breath. "My Mother is Kathrin Mills." she said.
Max took a breath. He hadn't heard that name in almost 20 years. She had been the love of his young life. Her family stole away in the night, never told him she was leaving. He looked at her. "And?" he said.
"You're my," She looked at him. "You're my Father Max." she said.
He was dumb founded. He sat there contemplating the words that she had just spoken. He looked at her. He got up and grabbed his car keys. He grabbed her arm and marched her out of his office. He pulled her all the way through the building, out to his car. He opened the passenger side door and waited for her to get in. He then walked around to the driver's side, got in, slammed the door, started the car, then peeled out of the parking lot. He looked at her. Her face showed the fear she had at the moment. He weaved in and out of lanes, as he sped to the small home, he had her living in. He pulled into the driveway. He stopped the car, turned it off and went into the house leaving the front door open.
Sam got out of the car and followed him inside. She shut the door, turned to enter the living room, only to find him towering over her.
Max touched her face. He was torn. He wanted to snatch her up in his arms, hold her, tell her she would never again want for anything. That he, as her father would make sure she was well taken care of. But then there was the other part of him. The part that had already told her she would never want for anything, but as her Sugar Daddy. He wanted to pull his pants down, spin her around, bend her over and nail her tight cunt until he had no stamina left to fuck her with. His lips pressed to her forehead. The sound of her voice echoed in his head of her calling him Daddy. His cock was hard straining against the fabric of is pants. He slammed his hand against the wall. This was his actual daughter, his flesh and blood. He had been fucking, his real daughter. He was a very sick man. He didn't know, no one would blame him, but the fact that he wanted her still, knowing she was his that they wouldn't understand.
Max picked her up, carried her to the living room. He sat down on the couch, Sam now on his lap. He knew she could feel his hardness, did she hate him for still wanting her. He looked at her. He didn't see the disgust he thought he would in her eyes. "Baby." he said softly.
"Are you mad Daddy?" she asked. Sam moved, unintentionally wiggling over his already hard cock. She stifled a moan; his lump had hit her naked clit.