Office Surprise

Reiner's mouth went dry. There was a ringing in his ears.

"Oh, Emily... please, no. What are you talking about?"

She sat forward on her knees and put her hands- so smooth and delicate- on his thighs. His daughter's hands were so soft and warm and he'd kissed them when she was little, oh fuck. She brought her face close to his and he tried not to look at her tits, her beautiful young tits with a drop of his semen hanging from her left nipple.

"You're going to fuck me, Dad," she said, and flecks of his cum flew from her lips and spattered on his and he tasted himself and the realization brought new tears to his eyes. "You're going to fuck me, and," she paused to run her tongue along her lips, tasting his cum, "and Elissa is going to record it on her phone. You having

sex

with your own daughter. And if you don't want it getting out, you'll do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Do you understand?" She brought her face closer until their lips were nearly touching and he could smell her breath and his jizz and her spit and his erection felt like it was going to break him in half. "You're going to

die

inside me, Daddy."

He squeezed eyes shut and nodded, broken and pathetic.

"Good," she said, and flicked out her tongue to tease his lips.

He groaned, and his entire body was on fire. He knew his face was red and he could feel sweat dripping down his forehead. He was shaking as Emily rose and stood before him.

"Look at me," she commanded, in her voice that sounded so much like her mother's.

Like trying to wake from a nightmare, he forced his eyes open and took her in.

Beautiful. Horribly, hellishly, obscenely, perfectly, beautiful. Black hair that drifted down past her shoulders. Pale skin and plump lips that she got from her mother. A delicate jawline that looked like you could shatter it with a firm grip. His eyes. His nose. Oh, fuck, he could see himself in his daughter and he was going to be

inside

her. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.

She was topless, and her body wasn't taut and firm the way Elissa's was. She was soft and flowing and her tits weren't huge, they were perfect, fuck they were perfect. Pale small nipples and he was sure they would taste perfect, too. She had a few moles on her belly that contrasted against the whiteness of her flesh and that-

fuck

- that, too, was perfect.

Reiner whimpered and, from her position sitting in the chair facing the desk and watching them, Elissa laughed. She sat there, smiling wryly with her phone out, the lens pointed at father and daughter. Her ankles were crossed demurely.

Emily was indeed topless- her unbuttoned shirt was carelessly thrown on the surface of the desk and Reiner realized she had come to his office without a bra- but she still wore a pair of tight black leggings. They fitted her like skin and as his gaze traveled downward, he saw a darker patch at her crotch that caught the light and he realized with horror and aching insane lust, that she was wet. She was barefoot, her socks and shoes piled by the desk.

He moaned, utterly miserable and utterly aroused.

She stepped backward and rested her bottom on the edge of his desk.

"Daddy," Emily said, leaning back on her elbows and displaying her tits, "time to man up." She tilted her head, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come here and take these off me." She pointed to her leggings.

He clenched his teeth and rose, his pants falling around his ankles and his enormous hard-on straining at her. He grunted and awkwardly stepped out of his pants before approaching her. She watched his every movement like a predator, and, that, too, he found irrationally erotic. She was the hunter, and he was her prey. He glanced at Elissa sitting in the chair and saw she had drawn her knees up and was idly stroking her crotch.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered.

"Get moving, you disgusting pervert," Emily commanded. As if a punctuation, she idly caressed the underside of his scrotum with her soft bare foot.

He came.

He hissed and collapsed forward, just barely catching himself on either side of her dangling legs. He felt his balls clench like fists and his cum spurted out onto the top of her foot and the bottom of the black leggings. He gasped. It wasn't as shattering as the first time, but it wasn't the orgasm of a middle-aged man, either.

"Ooooh, Daddy, you nasty,

nasty

sicko," she giggled, tilting her head back. She lifted her leg and dragged it up his body, smearing his warm ejaculate on his belly. Elissa moaned, and unable to look at his daughter and

that look

on her face, he looked at Elissa. The phone was slightly lowered, as if in the process of being forgotten and she was rubbing herself harder.

"You sick fuck, I can't believe you just came on your daughter's

foot

," Elissa said, suddenly sucking in her breath on the last word, as if she'd touched a particularly sensitive spot through her panties. Her breathing became heavier.

Reiner tried desperately to gather himself, to find some way through this horror, but when he looked at his daughter, lounging in front of him, his semen on her arousal-flushed chest, her tits-

fuck they were beautiful

-, that mouth that had tasted his cock, he knew that his will was hers and he would do whatever she demanded.

Wanted to.

"Emily, please. You don't want to do this. It's wrong, baby, so fucking wrong!" He knew his words were futile, that he was going to be her plaything. His heart thundered in his chest.

"Daddy." She looked at him, eyes narrowing. "You'd better take these fucking pants off me right goddamn now!" Her voice was a command, and the sound of it was like a tongue flicking his ears. "And bury that fucking pathetic dick in my hottttttt," her voice took on a teasing tone, "tight,

little

cunt. Oh, my god, just

look

at you! You want me so bad, Daddy, sooooooooooo bad. You're still hard after cumming on me twice! You sick fuck. You came on your little girl and it's still not enough."

Elissa hissed from her corner and he risked a glance at her. Her panties dangled off one ankle and she was rubbing herself, faster, faster. "Do it, you piece of shit," she groaned at him. She licked her lips. Her eyes were wide.

He nodded and knew he was about to cross a line that should be sacred but it was too much. He leaned back and with trembling hands, gently tugged down Emily's leggings. Her belly was warm and soft and so smooth and as he pulled down, farther, farther, he uncovered her pubic patch and it was dark and furry and he knew she didn't shave and as he pulled down, down, he couldn't stop, it was like a leash pulling him in and then his face was there and his mouth was open and her secret hair was in his mouth and it was soft and silky and then his mouth went lower and it was wet there and he kissed it and some of that salty delicious nectar was on his lips and he couldn't stop, so his mouth opened and his tongue darted out and it was so tasty, it was like honey, it was like water in the desert and he was dying and his tongue went

inside

that warm wet hole and it was like breathing.

His heart was pounding so loud it was like explosions and he could barely hear, much less register Elissa's "Holy fuck!" He didn't register that she was burying her fingers inside herself and that she'd opened her blouse and was pinching her nipples hard with the other hand.

All he knew was that he was eating out his daughter and she tasted like heaven. He was lapping at her pussy. He heard and

felt

her sudden moans, first in shock at his actions, then in pleasure at his enthusiasm. He'd never gone down on his wife like this, had always been vaguely reticent, but now, tasting her young juice, he was out of control.

"Yes, yes, lick me, Daddy!"

He sucked at her clit, licked it, nibbled it, bathed her pussy with his tongue. He drank her, greedily sucking in her juices. He devoured her. His tongue found her tight little hole and he drove it in, digging into her cunthole. He pushed his face into her sopping twat and worked his tongue into her hole and he felt it twitch and squeeze.

"Dad!" Emily clamped her thighs to his temples and shuddered. He felt her pulsing in his mouth and her fingers painfully dug into his hair. She ground her pussy into his mouth as she came and his lungs filled with her and he knew his erection was back, and what he wanted to do with it.

After a few convulsive shocks, Emily placed her hands on his forehead and thrust him away. He stood before her, swaying, almost in shock. His mouth was slick with her fluid. Her nipples were hard and bright. Her thighs were slick and beads of sweat were on belly. Just below her bush, he saw her glistening lips.

"More," he said, and the voice barely sounded like his. It was raw and animal. Guttural.

Emily lay on her back, legs still dangling over the desk. She raised her hand with one finger extended.

"Wait... just... gimme a second...." Her chest rose and fell and as he watched her tits, he felt himself falling further into that dark place where there is no morality. "You really...fuck, Dad. Your mouth."

She sounded out of breath, and he felt absurdly, ridiculously proud in that moment. Virile. Powerful.

A few moments passed, with only the sound of Elissa's moist arousal and Emily breathing.

Finally, she lowered her hand and sat up.

"Come on, fucker," she said with lips curled with cruelty. She looked at him now with new lust and challenge in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples red and hard. "Fuck me better than you fuck Mom."

Animal lust now driving him, his humanity somewhere in the black depths, he moved forward and grabbed her hips to hold her while he skewered his daughter. He raised his leg and with his foot pushed her leggings down and she kicked her legs and she was fully naked.

He kept moving forward and she held his gaze, her eyes now limpid and dilated and he knew she wanted him, too, and she slipped her arms around his neck and laid back and pulled him to her and his cock found her hole and he was

in her

.

Her eyes widened as he plunged himself into her, his shaft engorged and feeling like it was twice its normal size. He felt her envelope him with her warm moisture like silk, and she

gripped

and he felt safe in there, like he belonged.

Gently his pushed his hips forward, burrowing deeper and his hands left her hips and rested on either side of her and she pulled his face down to hers and Jesus God, he kissed her. He kissed his daughter on the lips where his cum had been. Their lips opened and his tongue was pushing into her mouth but she was faster and her tongue was in his and it was small and warm and it tasted like candy so he sucked on it and inhaled her. Their mouths were hungry and hot and she pushed down and he pushed up and he was all the way in and he

fucked

.

Somewhere to the side he heard a moist cry as Elissa masturbated, but he was kissing his daughter and she moaned into his mouth as pumped his cock into her over and over. It was perverse and obscene and vile and so, so hot. He felt young and virile and powerful, like he could fuck her for hours. Their mouths grabbed and pulled at each other as they kissed in crazed animal lust.

Their bodies became slick with sweat as he pounded. He broke their kiss with a wet pop and she gasped again. He paused his thrusts to catch his breath.

She rolled her neck and moaned, a lecherous smile on her lips, her eyes closed in ectasy. "Mmmm, Dad, stay there, don't move."

He held himself still, feeling her warm, gentle spasms as she squeezed her pussy and writhed, writhed under him. Sweat dripped from his chest and splattered on her naked, undulating form. Her small red nipples were jutting proudly and he bent his neck to take on in his mouth.

It was small, sweet, nub, hard and hot. He flicked it with his tongue and felt her breathe in with the touch.

"Oh, Daddy," she purred. "Please, Daddy, please. Bite it."

He did and heard her gasp and felt her tit slide around in his mouth, slimy with sweat. It was salty and delicious. He bit down gently and pulled, tugging her tit and stretching it.

"Daddy, yesss, oh fuck, Daddy, make me cum. Make your little girl cum."

Her command tossed aside all restraint, and he felt his body catch fire, so he

THRUST

his hips and he buried his cock all the way to the balls in her cunt.

She screamed and came and he felt it.

But he couldn't stop, he was possessed and, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Elissa's look of shock and her yelp as he violently rammed himself into his daughter, pounding her. Her soft tits, one with a bite mark on the nipple, bounced as her body was slammed over and over. She grunted each time.

"Daddy!" Her eyes flew wide open. Her body trembled from the violence of his fucking. "Daddy! Jesus! Fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, uhhhhhhh ooooohhhhhh Daddy!"

Her words were detonations in his ears and he felt his sanity leaking out with each massive impact.

"Fuck your baby, daddy, fuck your baby, fuck your little baby girl!"

"Emmy!" The word was ripped out of him and he felt his orgasm coming and his eyes showed it and the look on his daughter's face was of exultation. He knew he was damned for it, but he was going to cum in his daughter.

At last, a last desperate flail of humanity bubbled up and he tried to pull out, maybe somehow save his soul, but she saw it and felt it, so she screeched in triumph and locked her legs around his ass and clung, pulling him in deep to her.

"Mine!" She laughed in glee and it happened- he came. He came and came and if the first orgasm felt like it was pulling him inside out, this one was tearing him in two. He came, he couldn't breathe, but he came in his daughter. He pumped his load in her womb and he felt his soul crying as it was damned. Every muscle in his body clenched, she clutched him to her and she took it all.

After a time, his sight returned, and his lungs worked again. Poised over her, he opened his eyes. His entire length was still in her where it was hot and wet, and his cum was in there. She was looking at him with eyes that spoke of complete victory. She smiled at him.

"Mine, Daddy. You're all mine, now."

And he knew that nothing was over.