Chapter 4: A Surprise Office Visit

Later that morning I was sitting behind my desk at school, waiting for my students to arrive. As I licked my lips, the sharp aftertaste of my dad’s cum was still noticeable in my mouth and I could feel my pussy tingling as I recalled how wonderful it had been to suck my dad’s cock less than an hour earlier.

It was almost like a dream. Here I was, sitting in a small classroom in a Christian elementary school, dressed up all prim and proper with several twelve year-old boys and girls already seated in front of, with no idea that just a few minutes ago I had been sucking my dad’s dick! Wow, talk about surreal! The only thing that could have made it better would have been if he had fucked me but since I knew what my plans were for the rest of the day, just sucking his dick seemed the appropriate way to start to day off.

As the kids continued to file in slowly, my thoughts were distracted with memories of my dad - or should I say of my dad’s dick. Like, it had been such an amazing experience to feel his limp cock growing in my mouth, reacting to me even though he was sound asleep. With my legs crossed, I squeezed my pussy between my thighs and caught myself just in time as my hand started to instinctively move to my crotch. I doubted any of the kids would’ve even noticed anything given I was seated behind the desk, but it would’ve been quite embarrassing if another teacher or maybe even a parent were to suddenly appear unannounced.

In all fairness, under the circumstances who would fault me for masturbating during my lunch break? Oh sure, officially it would’ve been frowned upon, to say the least, but I was so incredibly so horny just thinking about all the plans I’d made for the day after the final bell had gone off. Thank goodness the teachers had a private women’s restroom which afforded considerably more privacy than the student version. Not surprisingly, I came quickly the first time once I got started. I don’t know if it was so much the joy of masturbating or rather the relief it gave me to finally release the pent up emotions and lust that had been building in me all morning.

It was like I couldn’t get my fingers on my clit fast enough once I closed the stall door and lifted my dress. Heck, I didn’t even get my panties down before one was hand inside of them, working my poor clit after having ignored it all morning despite its insistent pleas. With my other hand I maneuvered my panties down to my knees as I alternated between rubbing myself and fucking myself with my fingers.

There were a couple of other women in the restroom when I came the first time but I was so damn horny that I couldn’t hold back any longer - I simply HAD to cum! Somehow I stifled the moans that were trying so hard to escape from my mouth as I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed the intense feelings of pleasure to wash over me like I was in the shower of love.

Once I got off the first time, it was like I’d averted an explosion but there was still a lot of pressure to release so I continued to masturbate until I came again. This time it was more controlled and I was able to make it last longer. At one point I accidentally moaned a little louder then I should have but this time the room was clear of everyone but me.

Now that I had gotten THAT out of my system, at least for the time being, the rest of the afternoon went off without further incident. After cumming twice in the restroom I was a little more focused on my duties and it wasn’t until the last hour that I started to daydream again about what would happen in just a few more minutes.

I couldn’t help but smile as I look out over the room of 6th graders that I was working with today, wondering what they would say if they knew what their teacher was REALLY thinking about. No doubt many of them had already “discovered” themselves, especially the girls. A couple of the girls were more mature than the rest, looking like they could be in 8th grade and I wondered how far they’d gone with their boyfriends - or maybe even a brother or possibly their dad. In a way it’s a shame we all can’t be more open with each other. Just imagine the secrets that were in this room right now!

After school my plans had been to quickly drive home and change into some less conservative clothes. No way was I going to show up in my dad’s office looking like some refugee from an Amish farm!

When I was a teenager in high school, one of my favorite things to do was to visit my dad’s legal office in downtown Pittsburgh. Sometimes he would bring me with him in the morning but usually I would just ride the “T” and then walk a block or so to get to the office building. Supposedly I was there to help with some minor office work - filing, mail sorting, that sort of mindless thing. In reality, I preferred to play around with the guys in the office more than anything so I’d wear short skirts, revealing tops, and do just about anything to tease and flirt.

A side benefit dressing and acting naughty for my dad’s office was that sometimes it led to some rather “interesting” times while I was there. In fact, the first married man I had sex with was one of the older partners back when I was just sixteen. Although he did me at his house when I was babysitting, it was what he saw at the office that got him thinking about it in the first place.

Over the years several more of the guys at my dad’s office made it to my “sexual history” list. The funny part was that so far as they knew, my dad didn’t know anything about it and I think they got a thrill from fucking the boss’s daughter. Naturally I told my dad everything and there was even one time when he encouraged me to do a few of them as a “reward” for some extraordinary work they’d recently completed.

As I got in my car and prepared to drive home, I started to have second thoughts. Maybe dressing more conservatively would actually be the better option now that I was older. Dressing like a slut is no big deal when you’re a teenager. In fact, it was probably more expected than anything. Now, however, I was 24 and walking in dressed in a short skirt and tight top with no bra might be seen more as me acting like some kind of hooker than just a slut - not the best image for the boss’s daughter...

There was also the point that it had been a long time since I’d been there and no doubt the staff had changed considerably. People who had known me in the past wouldn’t be surprised if I dressed slutty but what about the newer folks? How would it look if the daughter of a senior partner came in looking like a streetwalker and then shut the door to his office? What if they didn’t even know I was his daughter? The last thing I wanted to do was to cause my dad any problems. Besides, I was thinking I might be able to used my currents outfit to my advantage...

After getting out of the elevator I entered the office and the first person I met was the receptionist. She was another new one - they seemed to go through receptionists like water through a sieve. She didn’t even know who I was until I introduced myself after which she smiled at me to be courteous but other than that, didn’t seem inclined to give me the time of day. I wondered briefly if people had told her anything about the boss’s daughter. No matter, she let me go in and as I entered the main waiting area, there were a couple of people waiting, probably clients. Walking past them quickly, I headed straight for the fancy doors which led to the legal offices.

After going through the double mahogany doors I looked for Margerie, my dad’s personal secretary. Instead, seated at her post was another girl I didn’t recognize. Hmmmmmm, what was up? I’d known Margerie since I was a little girl and so far as I knew, she was the only secretary my dad had ever had since he first started here so many years ago. Dad said she was a great secretary and it didn’t hurt she managed to keep the figure of a Playboy playmate - something which fooled many a pervert who didn’t know the razor sharp mind she liked to pretend she didn’t have.

Walking up to the new girl, I introduced myself and learned that she was just a temp who was filling in while Margerie was away on vacation. Hmmm, that meant I needed to be a little more careful. My dad especially valued Margerie for her discretion. Indeed, she was the only person outside our family that even a clue that my dad might be fucking his daughter. I don’t think they ever specifically discussed it, but there was something in the way she looked at me with a sort of sly smile that told me she had a pretty good idea of what happened when I closed the door to my dad’s office. Fortunately, to paraphrase the Las Vegas ads, so far as Margerie was concerned what happened in my dad’s office stayed in my dad’s office. Now with Margerie out and this girl in her place I would have to be sure I didn’t do anything that might give her any wrong ideas. Well, I guess technically they would have been “right” ideas but it wouldn’t do for someone like her to have such things. It looked as if my decision to stick with my conservative dress was working out well so far. Who would think anyone dressed like me would be committing incest?

The girl knocked on my dad’s office and opened it to tell him I were there. Funny, I don’t know why she didn’t use the intercom but I took note of it as something to remember later should I hear a knock on the door. My dad came quickly out of his office with a look of surprise on his face as needless to say I hadn’t told him that I’d be showing up today. Then a pleased expression appeared and he told the girl that he would be “busy” and not to be interrupted for anything. She just nodded as for her, the “rest of the day” was only about a half hour so far as she was concerned.

Walking into my dad’s office, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t so much as bought him a birthday card. Dang it, how could I have forgotten such a thing? Apparently I’d been so wrapped up in all the other planning I’d been doing with my aunt that I didn’t think of something so basic as a card. I guess it really didn’t matter as my dad was like most men in that even if I HAD given him a card he would’ve undoubtedly read it just long enough to make me happy and then put it aside without another thought. Oh well, I didn’t think he would be disappointed with I DID remember fort his birthday!

“Hey dad ... happy birthday!”

My dad shut the door behind me and I couldn’t help but notice he made sure that it was closed securely and locked as well. It made me feel good to know that he obviously had expectations of doing something with me and he didn’t want anyone just popping into the office and seeing us in action. In a way, I took it as a sincere compliment in that my dad was confident enough in me that he could assume I was there to submit to his desires. I had no doubt that after this morning’s brief episode his desires had been working up pretty well during the day. I wondered if he ever, masturbated while at work and if he did, did he do it today?

Before I could say anything else, he reached out and pulled me tightly into him, his hands on my back as he leaned down to kiss me. It felt so wonderful to feel his lips against mine, pressing tightly as our lips parted and his tongue began to explore my mouth. As he kissed me, his large hands slowly worked their way downward until he had one on each of my buttocks, gripping them firmly and pulling up on my ass such that I was slightly lifted off my feet onto my toes.

“Damn baby, I just love your ass,” he whispered softly as our lips parted just enough for him to tell me.

We must have stood there for five minutes or more, kissing continuously as he fondled my butt and kissed me passionately. I liked it so much better when we just got right to it instead of fooling around with too much talk and such. What was the point of all the foreplay, especially in this situation? We both knew why I was there so why waste time that could be put to better use?

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said in a husky whisper, “I can’t believe you sneaked off this morning without even waking me.”

“Did you wake up feeling good?”

“Oh yeah? Your aunt made sure I knew who had done it as well.”

“I wanted to do something special for your daddy.”

“Mmmmmmm, believe me, it WAS ... it certainly was,” he sighed as he started to feel for the zipper on the back of my dress.

“I want you birthday to be special daddy ... I want to make you happy. I would do anything for you daddy ... ANYTHING!”

My dad took my head in his hands and tilted it back so he could look me in the eyes. “Kelly, EVERY time I’m with you it’s special. You’re my only daughter and I love you.”

“Oh daddy, I love you too ... Please just tell me what I can do to please you.”

My dad smiled and kissed me again. Then he whispered in my ear, “You know what I want baby ... you already know.”

Indeed I did. He may have been my father, but he was still a man and all men have similar needs and desires. Just because I was his daughter was no reason for him not to want me just as he would any other girl. If nothing else I would hope even more! The difference was that when it came to other girls, all he could do was fantasize as my parents took their marriage vows VERY seriously. To them, adultery was adultery, no matter what the circumstances might be. Even though my mother was gone now, my dad didn’t use the “until death do us part” as an escape. For him, in his heart his wedding vows were binding until HE died as well.

Thus while my dad certainly enjoyed looking at cute girls and had quite the extensive porn collection, when it came to being able to actually fucking someone, especially a young girl, his options were pretty limited. At least he was luckier than most married men in that besides me he could fuck my cousin Kristen. I think in his heart he understood that she did it only because he was her uncle and she felt more obligated then turned on so that probably took a bit of the edge off of it.

Besides Kristen, there was Tammy, my youngest cousin. Her situation with her ultra-conservative mother, together with her own preferences for in boys her age, meant that being with my dad was becoming more and more rare. Indeed, he told me it had been a long time since he had fucked Tammy and he seemed so sad when he said that he wasn’t sure when, if ever, that he might fuck her again. Then again, Tammy was seventeen now so it wasn’t quite the thrill for him that it had been back when she was just fourteen.

Yes indeed, I knew exactly what my dad wanted and it made my heart skip knowing I could give it to him and thus make him happy in ways nobody else in the world could. Sure he enjoyed fucking my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristen, but they weren’t his only daughter. It was sort of like me being fucked by my uncles. They may have been my father’s brothers, but sex with them just didn’t fulfill me the way having sex with my father did.

“Fuck me daddy,” I said softly.

It was exactly what he wanted me to say, I was positive of that. Heck, it was what EVERY man I meet wants me to say but my dad was the only one who got to hear the word. Just three simple words but they told him everything he needed to know. They told him that I wanted him to fuck me and that it wasn’t something he was pressuring me to do. I didn’t say it in a demanding tone but rather in a pleading way, thus begging him to do me and in doing so, expressing my submission to his biblical authority over me. It was also a direct, without being coy or cute, way of expressing my desire to please him without question or interpretation.

Reaching down, I could feel the bulge that was sticking out from his crotch through his pants and my heart jumped just a little. Mmmmmmm, he wanted me ... he desired me. God, my own father was horny as hell for me and that was just incredibly hot so far as I am concerned. I love it when men desire me, when I see that look of lust in their eyes that tells me more than anything they want to fuck me right then and there.