Chapter 2

The office buzzed with the mundane sounds of keyboards clacking and phones ringing, but Stacy was lost in a world of her own, her mind a chaotic mess. She sat at her desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unable to concentrate on the spreadsheet in front of her. The events of the previous night kept replaying in her mind, like a forbidden movie reel that she couldn’t turn off. Stacy recalled the way her father took her. The feel of his rough hands on her skin, the scent of his cologne mingling with her own arousal, it all came rushing back to her. She could almost feel his strong arms lifting her, positioning her on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide in invitation.

“God,” she whispered under her breath, her eyes darting around the office, half-expecting her colleagues to hear her thoughts. The guilt and desire etched on her face were hidden behind a professional facade, but she felt exposed, as if everyone could see right through her. Every innocent smile and casual glance felt like an accusation, as if they knew the dark secret she harboured, that she had betrayed Alan. Stacy could still feel the way her father’s lips had trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. His hands that cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, causing her nipples to harden, her body had betrayed her, responding to his touch with a lust she couldn’t control.

“You like that, don’t you bitch?” Mark had yelled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers had found their way into her pussy, sliding effortlessly into her wetness. Stacy had gasped, her eyes closing as she relived the sensation of his fingers stroking her sensitive folds, teasing her clit.

“Oh, Daddy...” she had moaned, unable to hold back her pleasure. Her father’s touch was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Mark knew exactly how to make her body sing, how to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. The memory of his thick cock, hard and throbbing, pushing into her pussy made her shiver. She could feel the stretch and burn as he filled her, inch by inch, his hips pressing against hers, marking her as his. Stacy’s traitorous body craved the sensation, the fullness of him inside her, the way he had taken her with such raw, animalistic need.

“You are my little slut, Stacy?” Mark had growled, his breath hot and ragged. His words should have repulsed her, but instead, they sent a thrill through her body, igniting a fire in her core. She nodded, unable to deny the truth, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Stacy’s mind replayed the sounds of their passionate sex—the wet slaps of skin against skin, her moans and cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet bedroom. She remembered the way her father had pounded into her, his rough hands gripping her hips, his cock plunging deep, claiming her as his own.

“How could I let him do that to me, how can he treat me like a whore? I’m his daughter, for fuck’s sake!” Stacy berated herself, her fingers clenching into fists on the desk. She tried to rationalise her actions, telling herself it was a sacrifice to heal her father’s broken heart for her betrayal, to mend the rift between her parents. But the image of Alan, her fiancé, flashed before her, and guilt stabbed at her conscience. How could she betray the man she was supposed to marry? The thought of confessing her infidelity to Alan made her stomach churn with nausea.

“I’ll break it off with Dad,” she whispered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. “I’ll pretend it never happened. I’ll make him understand it was a mistake.” Stacy knew it wouldn’t be easy, especially seeing Mark’s insatiable sex drive and his stubborn nature. But she had to do it, for the sake of her own sanity and the future she had planned with Alan.

Stacy’s heart skipped a beat as she heard her best friend Kate’s voice, pulling her out of the tangled web of her thoughts. “Hey, Stace, you ok, girl?” Kate asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Stacy managed a smile, her eyes meeting Kate’s warm gaze.

“I’m fine, Kate, just a bit distracted, that’s all,” Stacy replied, her voice steady, but her heart was pounding. She knew Kate would sense that something was amiss.

“You seem a little out of it today. Is everything alright?” Kate probed further, her eyes narrowing with concern. “You know you can talk to me about anything, Stace.”

Stacy’s mind raced, torn between the desire to confide in her friend and the fear of revealing her darkest secret. She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously twirling a strand of hair. “It’s just ... family stuff. Nothing I can’t handle,” she lied, her voice cracking slightly.

Kate’s eyes narrowed, her friend’s intuition kicking in. “You sure? You haven’t heard about Jim, have you?”

The name Jim sent a wave of guilt and remorse crashing over Stacy. She managed a weak nod, her throat tightening. “Yes, I ... I heard about him.”

Kate’s expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “The company’s not giving him any recommendations. His career’s basically over.”

Stacy’s stomach twisted into knots. Jim. The man she had inadvertently allowed to seduce her mother, the man whose life was now in ruins. She felt responsible, her actions weighing heavily on her conscience. “I did this. My actions have consequences, and now Jim is paying the price”, she thought, her guilt intensifying.

Kate’s eyes narrowed further, as if sensing Stacy’s inner turmoil. “You don’t have anything to do with that asshole, do you?”

Stacy’s eyes widened, her guilt almost betraying her. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?” she stammered, her voice shaking.

“Just that he tried to hit on me, even though he knew I’m married. He pretended to be a friend, but I saw right through him. He’s a predator, and I’m glad the asshole is getting what he deserves.” Kate’s voice was filled with righteous anger.

Stacy’s guilt intensified tenfold. She had unknowingly let a predator into her mother’s life, and now she was paying the price. The weight of her actions bore down on her.

Kate, still unaware of the turmoil within her friend, straightened up and patted Stacy’s shoulder. “Anyway, speed up with the Orange Line project, the deadline is coming up. Let’s grab lunch later, okay?”

Stacy nodded, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. As Kate returned to her desk, Stacy’s thoughts turned to her best friend. Kate was the one person she could confide in, the one person who might understand the complexity of her situation. But how could she explain what she did with her father, her mother’s affair with Jim and her betrayal of Alan?.

Determined to focus on work, Stacy tried to shake off her thoughts. But then, a sudden realisation hit her like a punch to the gut. She hadn’t taken the morning-after pill. Her fingers trembled as she calculated the time, her mind flashing back to the moment when her father’s hot seed had filled her. The thought of pregnancy, of carrying her father’s child, sent a wave of panic through her body. Stacy quickly checked the clock, her heart pounding in her ears. There was still time. She couldn’t risk the consequences of her actions. Meanwhile her phone buzzed with a text message, and Stacy’s eyes narrowed as she recognized the sender it was Mark.

‘Baby, I want you again. Come back and let me fuck you like the slut you are.’

Stacy’s jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with fury. “Does he not care about anything but his dick?” she seethed under her breath, her fingers tightening around the phone. The thought of her father’s insatiable lust, his lack of concern for the consequences of their actions, infuriated her. Just then, her phone rang, and she answered without checking the caller ID, hoping it would be a distraction from her spiralling thoughts. “Hello?” she said, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and desperation.

“Hello, Stacy. It’s Dr. Brenda.”

Stacy’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of the doctor’s familiar voice. “Oh, hi, doctor. Is everything okay? Is Mom alright?” she asked, her voice filled with worry and concern.

“Yes, Stacy, everything’s fine. In fact, I wanted to share some wonderful news with you,” Dr. Brenda said, her voice warm and reassuring. “Your father visited the hospital today, and your mother showed some positive signs.”

Stacy’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. “Really? Oh my god did he talk to her?”

“No, he didn’t, but his presence alone seemed to have some effect. Your mother seemed to be more receptive. I believe if he continues to visit, she will recover sooner than we anticipated,” Dr. Brenda explained, her voice filled with optimism. Stacy’s heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—joy, relief, and a deep sense of gratitude. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she remembered the depth of her father’s love for her mother, a love so powerful that her mother’s affair had driven him to the brink of revenge.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing news!” Stacy’s voice cracked with emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ll make sure dad visits her again. Thank you so much for calling and sharing this with me.”

Hanging up the phone, Stacy felt a surge of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was overjoyed that her father’s love and forgiveness might be the key to her mother’s recovery, a testament to the power of their bond. But on the other hand, she couldn’t shake the guilt and desire that consumed her, the knowledge of what she had done with her father was a betrayal of the highest order. Just then, her desk phone rang.

“Stacy, it’s Lily from the front desk. Your father is here to see you. He’s waiting in the lobby.” Stacy rushed towards the elevator, her mind reeling from the news that her father had visited her mother in the hospital. The thought of her parents’ reconciliation, of their love triumphing, filled her with a sense of hope and gratitude. As she stepped out into the lobby, her eyes scanned the area, searching for the familiar figure of her father. And there Mark was, standing tall and proud, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on her. Stacy’s heart swelled with love and relief as she ran towards him, her small frame eager to express her appreciation. She threw her arms around him, her embrace tight and full of emotion.

“Thank you, Dad. Thank you for visiting Mom,” she whispered, her voice breaking with gratitude.

Mark held her close, his strong arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. Stacy could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heart. But suddenly, she felt a bulge in his pants, his cock was pressed against her pussy, Stacy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Dad, ?” she stammered, her voice laced with disbelief.

Mark’s eyes twinkled with mischief, his lips curving into a playful smile. “What, baby girl? Is something wrong?”

Stacy’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realised the implication of his words. “This is my office, Dad. You can’t just...” She trailed off, her eyes darting around, aware of the curious glances from her colleagues.

Mark’s gaze followed hers, his eyes taking in the office environment with a hint of amusement. “But baby, I’m so horny right now. I need you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I kept my promise, I visited your mother, and now it’s your turn to take care of me.”

Stacy’s heart raced as she processed his words, his raw desire caught her off guard. “Dad, please stop,” she protested, her voice shaking. “Don’t embarrass me, like this.”

Mark gently caressed her back. “Just take a leave for today, baby. We’ll go home, and I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about this place.”

Even though Stacy wanted to shower her gratitude for what Mark did for Susan, this was too much for her “Dad, I am busy, an important project is going, so please we will talk later” Stacy insisted, her heart still racing.

“Baby, I can’t. Come on, we’ll find a quiet spot. I just need to taste your pussy, to feel you around me.” Mark whispered, his words sending a jolt of desire through her body.

The explicitness in Mark’s words, and his lust for Stacy was now on full display. She glanced around “Dad, please, not here. People are watching,” she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation.

Mark’s eyes narrowed, he thought for a moment. “Okay, baby, I understand. I won’t push you. But I need something to tide me over until evening.”

Stacy looked at him with confusion “I need you panties, that will do” Mark said.

Stacy’s mind spun as she tried to comprehend Mark’s words. She had never imagined her father would ask for something so intimate, so brazenly, in public.

“Please, baby, I need it,” Mark whispered, his voice thick with need. “Rub them on your pussy, baby. I want to smell you, taste you, and imagine you’re with me.”

Stacy’s heart pounded in her chest as she realised the depth of her father’s insatiable lust, the intensity of his obsession with her. He wanted her panties, a way to feel her close even when they were apart. The thought of being her father’s obsession, of being the object of his lust, filled her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Not even Alan, had ever been so consumed by her, and the contrast between their relationships was not lost on her, She knew that she had no other choice but to comply with his demands.

“Okay, Dad,” Stacy whispered, her voice hoarse with a desire she couldn’t deny. “I’ll give them to you, but please, behave yourself.”

Mark’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “I’ll be careful, baby. I just need to feel you, to know you’re mine.”

Stacy made her way to the bathroom, her body humming with a mixture of fear and desire. She knew she had to do this, to give in to her father’s demand, or he would never leave her alone. Every step felt like a journey into uncharted territory, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. The bathroom was empty, the silence broken only by the sound of her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Stacy locked herself in one of the stalls, her heart pounding in her ears. The air felt heavy with anticipation, and she could almost taste what she was about to do.

Stacy lifted her skirt, her skin tingling as the cool air caressed her thighs. Her panties, already damp with her arousal, clung to her, a testament to her body’s response to her father’s command. Slowly, she slid them a little, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. Her fingers trembled as she touched herself, her skin electric with anticipation. She began to rub her panties against her slick folds, her clit throbbing with each stroke. Her mind flashed back to the night before, to the feel of her father’s rough hands on her body, his hungry gaze devouring her.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sound of her own voice, laced with desire, sent a thrill through her veins. She imagined her father’s tongue where her fingers now explored, his hot breath on her skin, his touch igniting her senses.

Stacy’s fingers moved with increasing urgency, her body arching with pleasure. She rubbed her panties against her sensitive clit, her hips thrusting gently in rhythm with her touch. The fabric, now soaked with her juices, clung to her, amplifying the sensations, driving her closer to the edge.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. Stacy had never felt so alive, so desired. Her body trembled as she climaxed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed. She cried out softly, her juices flowing freely, soaking the fabric of her panties.

With trembling fingers, Stacy removed her panties, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Her body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, her mind a tempest of emotions. She carefully placed the soaked panties into her purse. her heart pounding with the realisation that her father just wanted to rub her pussy on her panties, but instead she made her panties soaking wet with her orgasm. As she stepped out of the bathroom, her body was still buzzing with the aftermath of her secret pleasure. She couldn’t believe what she had just done—masturbating in her office bathroom, surrendering to her father’s command, and now walking panty-less, her juices still soaking the fabric of her panties.