"I can't wait for tonight, Daddy."
Hedge fund founder Chris Hart looked down at his 18-year-old daughter sitting beside him, the warmth of her whispered comment tickling his ear. He saw his daughter catch his eyes as they flicked from her pretty face to her prominent bustline. She purposely took a deep breath, causing her ample breasts to teasingly fill out the front of her school uniform blouse. Those tits looked so big and soft as they stretched the white cotton blouse taut, but then, Gabby had always been on the verge of being 'chubby'. Not 'chubby' in a gross way, but chubby in a way that made you want to reach out and get your hands on her lush soft body. When she was a little thing, that little bit of chubbiness had made her look cute and adorable. Now, it made her look dead sexy, especially for an older man who fancied sweet young things. And his daughter was definitely a sweet young thing. She was slightly over five feet tall, and with that trace of baby-fat on her robust little form, she was more than any wickedly attentive father could ever ask for.
Hart looked his daughter up and down, a knowing smile coming over his face as he looked at that pretty face and vivacious little body he'd become all too familiar with lately. His daughter's shiny brunette locks were pulled back in a ponytail, accentuating her plump cheeks and button nose. Her big brown doe-like eyes looked up at him adoringly, and he couldn't help but smile. That mouth of hers, that sinfully sweet and deliciously hot mouth was a thing of beauty. It was a wide mouth, perfect for making a nice round opening when necessary. And her lips, those plump, velvety-soft petals of sin were just made for...
Gabby shifted on the couch as a noise came from behind the office door across from them, snapping Hart out of his trance-like state. It was only the third week of Gabby's first year at the Geneva School for Girls, and yet he'd already been called in for an emergency parent/teacher conference. Professor John Davis had been the one who'd summoned him, and he wouldn't say what it was all about, but Hart really didn't care. The reason—over the summer, he began fucking his loving daughter. He'd missed her sweet pussy these last few weeks. He'd received permission from the school to take her off campus tonight for what he'd informed them would be an innocent father/daughter dinner, when what he'd really be doing was taking her back to his hotel suite for three hours of delicious fucking. He thought of it as a wonderful present from fate on what was his 42nd birthday.
Hart smiled as he looked over at his daughter, both of them sitting on a luxurious tan leather couch in the hallway outside the professors' offices. Both he and Gabby looked up as the door to Professor Davis's opened. Hart hadn't known what to expect from the professor, but what he saw before him was a craggy-looking but fit man of about 65.
"Mr. Hart, thank you so much for coming," Davis said as he reached forward as Mr. Hart rose from the couch, the two men shaking hands.
"No problem, Professor. I'm happy to be here," Hart replied, still wondering what this was all about.
As Gabby started to rise as well, the bespectacled professor put the open palm of his hand towards her. "Gabby, if you could just wait here right now, it's best if I speak to your father alone for a few minutes."
"Certainly, Professor." Gabby settled back down into the couch, but as the men turned to go into the professor's office, she quickly reached out and gave her father's hand a quick squeeze. He turned and gave her a little wink before following the professor.
Once inside, the aging professor closed the door and gestured to the two plush leather guest chairs facing his large desk. "Please, Mr. Hart, have a seat...have a seat."
"Thank you very much. This is a beautiful office you have here," Hart said as he settled himself in the seat and looked around, impressed by the aged look of pure academia that the man's office had. Rich wood panelling, shelves stacked with books and curios, tasteful art on the walls. It was this kind of thing that had sealed Hart's choice of the Geneva School for Girls for Gabby's continuing education. It had been both the look and atmosphere of the school as well as the glowing testimonials from some of the world's wealthiest families that had cinched the decision for Hart.
A fellow CEO of an esteemed Wall Street firm had told Hart that his daughter had attended the school a few years previous. He said his daughter had loved it, loved the personalized care the school took when it came to educating its students. The man went on to say that his daughter was currently engaged to a man who owned a number of Swiss banking institutions. Hart's friend said he was thrilled, not only with the education his daughter had received here, but how her life was working out for her, even if the man she was engaged to was considerably older. He knew his daughter would be well-cared for, and live in the style to which she'd become accustomed. Apparently the Swiss banker's first wife had died some time previously, a victim of a bizarre boating accident of some kind, but now he was ready to take on a new spouse. Hart's friend's daughter had met the man through a meeting personally arranged by Headmaster Walker. Hart's friend had been both surprised, and overjoyed, that the Headmaster himself had been the one responsible in setting his daughter on such a wonderful path for her future life once she'd graduated from the school. He couldn't say enough good things about the school, and when their conversation ended, Hart knew exactly what he had to do.
Hart immediately requested a person meeting with Headmaster Walker, who insisted that Gabby attend so that he could meet his potential student in person. Hart's private jet had whisked both he and his daughter to Geneva. The meeting had gone better than Hart expected, and was followed by Headmaster Walker requesting a one-hour personal interview with Gabby, in private. Gabby emerged from the headmaster's office flushed and excited, and while Hart wrote out a check, Headmaster Walker signed the approval letter for Gabby's admission request on the spot.
Hart's wandering thoughts were brought back to the present as the professor responded to his comment about the man's office.
"Thank you. Yes, Headmaster Walker does provide for us very nicely," Davis replied, nodding as his gaze followed Hart's around the room.
Hart turned back to the professor, his thoughts more on what he wanted to do in that hotel suite with his daughter than what the professor might have to say. Had she skipped a class? Not worn the proper uniform? Had a disagreement with another girl? Whatever it was, he wanted to get it dealt with so he could get his daughter away from here and into his bed as soon as possible.
"Professor Davis, I think you can appreciate that I'm a busy man. I'm wondering exact—"
The professor held up his hand, using the same 'STOP' gesture he'd used when Gabby was about to get off the couch. "I realize what an imposition it must be to make time in your schedule to come here on short notice, but I wouldn't have called you here unless it was a matter of the utmost importance."
The professor really had Hart's interest now. Hart wondered if Gabby was in more serious trouble. Could drugs somehow be involved? She'd never gone anywhere near anything like that in her entire life, as far as he knew anyway. But who really knew everything their child did, especially when that child was now living away from home. "What is it? What's happened? Is Gabby in some sort of trouble?"
The professor looked calm, now that Hart was listening intently. "The answer to that question is both 'yes', and 'no'." He saw the anxious look on the hedge fund founder's face. "Don't be alarmed, Mr. Hart. Your daughter's not in any immediate danger. It's nothing like that. She's very safe here."
Hart held up both of his hands questioningly. "Then what is it? What's the problem?"
"Mr. Hart, I'm going to need to speak frankly with you. Would that be all right?"
"Of course."
The professor sat forward in his chair, steepling his hands before him as he rested his elbows on his desk. Hart saw what looked like a dark cloud cross over the old man's craggy features. "I'm afraid I have to inform you of a various serious matter that's come to my attention."
"Serious matter?"
"Yes, sir. I personally overheard Gabby speaking with two of her classmates. Apparently they'd been telling each other how they'd spent their summers. When it came to Gabby's turn, I heard her tell the other girls, very boastfully mind you, that she'd, in her words, 'spent the summer fucking her father'."
Hart felt his blood pressure sky-rocket as his heart started racing in his chest. "What the fuck had his daughter been thinking?" he thought to himself.
"Mr. Hart, I have to tell you that here at this school we have a very strict policy on reporting alleged incest, and so I thought it was best if I contacted you immediately so this issue can be addressed in the most expeditious fashion for everyone involved. Of course, the school's immediate concern is Gabby's wellbeing."
Calming himself, Hart steadied his voice and spoke, as if he was speaking at a shareholder's meeting, his voice smooth and full of confidence. "I agree with you wholeheartedly, Professor, and understand completely the school's position on an important matter such as this." He paused and looked the professor in the eye before he shook his head as he let out a derisive chuckle. "But seriously, sir, you believed what she was saying?" He waved his hand in the air. "I have no idea where she would have come up with something like that, but it must have just been some kind of joke with her friends. It sounds like some kind of misguided school girl prank to me. Pure nonsense."
Hart was happy to see the professor nod in agreement, but he wasn't so happy after what the professor had to say next.
"Yes, that was my first inclination as well, until Gabby said something else. She told the girls that, again I'm quoting her exact words, 'her father's erect cock is exactly nine and three-quarters inches long'. She told her friends that she'd actually measured it herself. I wonder how the authorities would feel if they were given that type of precise information?"
Hart almost snapped back in his seat, but tried to keep his face as calm as possible. "Well, that's just ridiculous. Like I said, she's just making things up to have some kind of joke with her friends. Girls will be girls. Maybe she even knew you were listening. You know, playing a joke on you at the same time."
"And what about the fact that she said her father has a 'cute little birth mark near the base of his cock where he shaves his pubes. A birth mark shaped like a heart'." The professor paused as he looked over at Hart, who sat across from him, stunned into silence, his face beet red. "I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Hart, but we could possibly straighten this matter out right now if you'd be willing to drop your trousers for a moment so we can verify that the words I heard Gabby speak have no merit."
Hart looked at the older man sitting across from him, knowing he was fucked. Fucked but good. He was rendered speechless, knowing there was no way out for him, and his daughter, at this point.
