Sadie Asher walked down the stairs to see that her father's office Christmas party was in full swing. She was looking particularly festive in a forest green dress with a pretty deep v-neck, and was a little bit shorter than what her father would approve of, but what could he really say now that she was 20 and on her own for the most part at college? The dress was lined with gold tinsel, she had on little jingly bell earrings, was wearing red lipstick, and she felt sexy.
She was hoping to see one gentleman in particular...
"Sadie!" her father's voice called to her from the living room, where he was standing around talking to a group of his employees. He had made partner at the law firm of Asher, Blanche, and Scott - and it looked like the group he was talking to included the other two partners were there, along with a paralegal Sadie remembered had worked there for over 20 years.
Sadie sauntered over to her father, trying not to overdo the sway of her hips - hiding a smile when all of the men except her father, who had turned away as soon as she started walking towards them, couldn't keep their eyes off her stride.
"Yes, Daddy?" she said, sweetly smiling at the group.
"You remember everyone, don't you, baby?" Her father asked. "Roger, Martin, Axel - my daughter, Sadie. She's grown up, hasn't she?"
Sadie beamed up at her daddy, glad she wasn't the only one who thought so; after being a late bloomer, she couldn't be more proud of her 34 Cs that she felt lucky to get. Her blonde hair was curled and long enough to have the edges brushing her ass behind her. Her green eyes had gotten many a compliment, her figure athletic, her thighs toned. She had worked hard for her body - except the boobs, thankfully those had just come naturally - and loved to be recognized for it.
As she turned from her father to greet the men, she made sure her cleavage was on display when she leaned over a little to shake their hands, lingering on Martin Scott, who did the closest thing she'd ever seen a grown man do to blushing when she caught him peeking down her dress.
"She sure has, George," Mr. Blanche was saying, not really caring about this obvious leering.
"I was wondering if you could show Martin to where we're keeping their coats, baby," her dad requested, "he said he left his phone in his pocket and needs to check to see if the old ball and chain called."
Sadie gave him a reproachful look. "Daddy, just because Mom wasn't the best wife doesn't mean you get to call every man's wife a ball and chain."
Her father held his hands up in surrender. "Of course, baby, I apologize."
Sadie looked back to Mr. Martin, who looked about as comfortable with the situation as a man who was about to get a root canal. "Right this way, Mr. Scott," she said as she started to walk to the stairs.
She knew he'd follow her, and she couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across her face. He was such a handsome man, for his age - he was 49, almost as old as her father's 53. He was nice and built, with all his hair still on his head - his shaggy hairstyle that most men didn't sport these days - a great smile, a strong chin - and best of all, broad shoulders. Of course, she couldn't tell this from the way he was dressed right now, she was just remembering this from the last time she had seen him.
Which had been when Martin Scott had fucked her in his 12th floor office, against the window, with her tits smashed against it while he hammered her pussy. That was probably what she missed most about him - his thick, long cock.
This party was turning out exactly how it was supposed to.
As soon as Sadie and Martin had walked up the stairs out of ear shot, Martin quickly whispered "Don't get any ideas, Sadie."
She looked over her shoulder at the man who had given her the best fuckings of her life as of yet. "Why, Mr. Scott, what ideas do you think I'm getting?" They reached the landing and Sadie turned to the left hallway, to head to the last door on the right, one of the spare bedrooms where the jackets, scarves, hats, gloves, etc were being held.
"I told you last time was it," he said louder this time, knowing they wouldn't be heard over the Christmas music being played loudly down stairs. "I wouldn't be betraying my wife and your father like that again."
Sadie opened the bedroom door, turned on the light, and left it open for Martin to walk in through. "Which last time are you referring to?" she returned with, as soon as she turned around to face him. "I seem to recall there were quite a few 'last times,' Mr. Scott."
He stood still in the doorway. "I mean it, Sadie. You're young enough to be my daughter."
Sadie took a few steps closer to him. "Yes, Veronica. How's she doing? Has she grown up as well?"
Martin looked away, his jaw clenching. "Please don't bring her up like that." He looked back at her to see that Sadie was sidling closer, still, almost toe to toe with him. He backed up a step but she grabbed his tie and pulled him forward, his body colliding with hers.
"You're the one who brought her up, Mr. Scott," Sadie whispered, as she let go of his tie to walk her fingers down his chest, her other hand moving his suit jacket farther away from the buttons on his white collared shirt. "I seem to recall, you were also the one who wanted me to wear her school uniform one special night while she and your wife were away on her senior trip... and made me call you Daddy."
Martin grabbed her hand to stop its journey down his chest. "We're not talking about that," he hissed.
Sadie leaned up to try to kiss him, but he turned his head away, so instead she licked the outer edge of his ear and nibbled on his lobe. "Just one more time, Daddy... It's been so long, I've been away at college for months without your huge dick to play with," she moaned in his ear as she rubbed her stiff nipples against his chest - she was so aroused she could feel it through her dress. Luckily she was wearing a demi-bra, so her nipples were uncovered - one less layer to have to feel through.
He released her hand to grab her shoulders to push her body away from his. "Please stop," he begged as he closed his eyes, almost pained, removing his hands from her body, and Sadie knew she almost had him.
"Please stop wanting you?" she asked. "Please stop remembering how your thick cock felt in my tight pussy every night? Please stop undressing myself?"
That last question caused his eyes to pop open and he managed to catch a glimpse of her dress as it fluttered to the floor, leaving her clad in holiday festive lingerie - a bright red lacy thong, which matching demi-bra, so her hard nipples were bared to his gaze.
Sadie looked down to where his well-tailored pants weren't doing very well at hiding the lump of his erection and then back up into Martin's face, where he was still staring, slack-jawed, at her tits. She stepped forward again, grabbed his hand and cupped her breast with it. He brought his eyes up to her when she did that and, licking her red cherry lips, Sadie said the words that would hammer the final nail in the coffin of his self-control. "Fuck me, Daddy."
And then the man that was controlled by animalistic urges that Sadie knew was still lurking somewhere in Martin Scott took over. His free hand went to her other arm and he spun her around, slamming the door shut and shoving her up against it, taking her mouth savagely, almost brutally. He sucked at her lips, pushed his tongue into her mouth, sucked hers back into his, all the while making her pant and moan as she clutched at his shoulders to anchor herself in the whirlwind of pent-up lust being released.
