All Work and No Play

The moment the door opened Heather launched forward. Her arms wrapped around his neck while her legs folded around him at his waist, hoisting herself up as she mashed her lips against his mouth. Instinctively her father caught her, holding on to his darling daughter to keep her from falling, his fingers pressing into the soft underside of her thigh. Feeling her father’s strong, firm hands on her legs, just below her ass sent a tingle running up her spine and she moaned into his mouth. Not that she’d needed to be any more aroused. Her body was a bundle of nerves, tight and tense and needing the release she’d been looking for all day long. Her fuse had run out, but she could always rely on her daddy to set her straight.

Not that Robert was complaining, though given his reputation this wasn’t the first time a **** girl had thrown herself at him, or greeted him with a passionate kiss. He was a little surprised to see his daughter so needy, when she was usually so cool and methodical but after last night who wouldn’t have wanted a repeat performance. Still, his mind wasn't quite in the right place at the moment, still too focused on business. That Zack’s parentage was revealed didn’t bother him, that was unfortunate but not the end of the world. What really concerned the businessman was who had leaked it; a question he still didn’t have the answer to.

Yet, he couldn’t really say no to his daughter, least of all because she was sucking on his tongue and keeping him from saying anything at all. And he had to admire that, even in her current state of molten horniness, the little minx had planned her attack. She rang the doorbell, despite having a key, and knew that her father would answer, having already dismissed the household staff for the evening, as he did every night. And he was still a man, so even if his mind was elsewhere, his body responded to the hot, eighteen-year-old pressing her tight, body into his, his cock instantly hardening.

Pulling back, her lips left his as her hands slid down from his neck and she began popping open the buttons on his shirt. Lending back to see what she was doing, she sat poised with perfect balance in the palm of her father’s hands, confident in the strength of her toned legs to anchor her to her father. But with his mouth free, he could finally talk to her, though she had left him a little breathless.

“Honey, what’s gotten into you?” He asked, trying his best to sound fatherly while his daughter practically tore off his shirt. “Someone could have seen us. I could have had guests.”

“Then help me get our clothes off and let’s go upstairs,” Heather insisted, pulling at her own blouse now, lifting it up and revealing her large milky tits encased in a black, lace plunge bra. “I need to cum, so bad.”

“You know I’d love to go upstairs and ravage you all night long, again,” he said, adding the last word, memories of how little sleep they got last night making his cock throb. “But I really do have a lot of work right now. Running the company isn’t all sex parties and work trips with your secretary, and I need to figure out who-”

“I know, daddy, and I really do wanna hear all about it. But I’ve been thinking about this all day. Ever since you told that detective to fuck off all I’ve wanted is you back inside me. I tried to find other outlets, I tried to temper my desire, but now all I have is this pent-up lust and I can’t think about anything else. I could barely focus on the way over here without touching myself while driving, remembering how you fingered me on the way back here last night,” She said, looking up at him with wide, round, sad eyes, the same eyes she used to beg him to leave his work and give her a bedtime story when she was younger. “Please, make me cum, and I swear we can go right back to work.”

She sounded so sweet and innocent, a lost little lamb that just needed a helping hand, or in this instance, cock. But her body was another matter. Throughout her plea, she was grinding her hips against his, rubbing the tip of his cock against her ass under her skirt as it stretched his trouser pants. He could feel the pre-cum already beginning to stain his underwear, as it was his turn to feel a shiver of pleasure run up his spine. Heather never learned to play an instrument, but she always did know how to play him.

“Just once,” he said, trying to maintain some semblance of parental control. “Then we get right back to work.”

Heather raised her fist, her little finger pointing out. “Pinky swear.”

He sealed it with a kiss instead, permitting himself to indulge now that the terms had been set. While their tongues wrestled, he carried her up the stairs and down the hall to the open doorway of his bedroom. The broken door still hadn’t been rehung, though it had been picked up and set against the wall, all the splinters and fractured pieces swept up. Though he absently thought to himself that he could need to have it reinstalled soon, the taste of his daughter’s lips and her body pressed against his soon pushed the thought out, replaced with his own growing desire and need to fuck the shit out of his own daughter.

Unraveling her legs, Heather nimbly dropped down to her feet. Her father bent down slightly to keep kissing her, his hands still on her legs, rising under her skirt and grabbing a handful of her asscheeks. While her father pawed at her body, her fingers went to his belt, unbuckling him, then popping the button of his pants, allowing her fingertips to trace the outline of his cock as she unzipped him, his trousers falling open to reveal his bulging underwear. She pushed his trousers down his thighs until gravity took over and dropped them to his feet, at which point, Heather focused her attention on his underwear, slipping her fingers beneath the stretched elastic and tugging those down as well to free his deliciously thick, hard cock.

Now her father stood naked in front of her, or at least he did as soon as he stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside, but she still had her skirt and underwear adorning her beautiful nubile teen body. The skirt, she rectified easily, sliding down the slope and pushing them down over her firm, round ass, crafted from years of squats and cheerleadering workouts. As it too pooled at her feet, she revealed a matching pair of black lace panties. The lingerie she kept on, at least for now, as she dropped to her knees in front of her father’s huge member, licking her lips as she looked up past it, right into her father’s eye, communicating without speaking exactly what she was going to do.

Heather’s body was raring to go, having been teased, tempted and denied all day. She didn’t need the foreplay, but her father did, though she took it as a compliment that she could get him so hard with just a little bit of undressing and grinding on his body. She wanted to take his mind off work, get him utterly relaxed, so that he could really enjoy fucking her. It wasn't completely altruistic though, since she did enjoy sucking on his thick cock, so fat she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around it, so huge she’d almost suffocated trying to take it down her throat the last time. Even the musky, manly smell of it from kneeling so close made her almost wet her panties for the umpteenth time that day.

Sticking out her tongue, she licked him slowly, sensually, with the flat topside from root to tip, coating his length in a long trail of slobber. Her lips encircled his girth, or as much of it as she could, as she moved her head back down, sucking gently on his cock flesh, smiling to herself when he threw back his head and groaned. Including his balls this time, she lapped at his cock from bottom to top again, and swirled her tongue around his glans. She could taste his precum already building up and smeared it over his cock with her tongue.

Her father looked down again, just in time to see Heather straighten up and raise her mouth above his cock. Lowering her hot, wet mouth, she enveloped his cock with her lips, already feeling a gentle ache as they stretched open to accommodate his girth. Sucking softly on him and continuing to encircle the sensitive head of his cock with her tongue, she lowered her mouth, taking more and more of his seemingly neverending member into her mouth. Sliding her hands up over the back of his legs, she pulled him into her as she sank her mouth further down, eyelids fluttering.

For Heather, this was only deepening her lustful desire. Feeling how stretched out her mouth felt with his huge cock filling her up only made her think of how stretched out and full her little pussy would be with this huge tool lodged inside. Shit, she was so horny that she might have been able to cum just from picturing it in her head. But this wasn’t all about her. As much as she needed to get off, she didn’t want to just use her father. She wanted him to know that she loved him, and she planned to show him with her mouth, her tits and finally, yes, with the hot, wet box between her thighs.

Hair bouncing wildly, she sucked him with vigor, mouth sliding up and down his cock, repeatedly with mounting speed. The head of his cock nudged against the back of her throat, with a few inches still jutting lewdly from her mouth. Faster and faster she sucked on his dick, taking him over and over into her mouth, his head beating against the back of her mouth like a battering ram. She knew she could take it, knew she could swallow him right down her throat, she’d done it before in his office, but she enjoyed teasing him, taking his cock deep and feeling it twitch on her tongue as it neared the entrance to her tight throat.

“Mmmm, you taste just as good as I remember,” she lifted her mouth from his cock entirely and returned to luxuriously licking his entire length from bottom to top.

“You’re even better than I remember,” Robert admitted, his memories of that first cock-sucking in the office were blurry, his lust overwhelmed with guilt and morality. Free of those reservations, he could truly appreciate his daughter’s cocksucking abilities. “I’d hate to think you’re out there doing this for all the boys.”

“Truthfully, daddy, I’ve only sucked a few dicks in my time. I’m not as bad as my reputation suggests,” she assured him between planting kisses along the underside of his dick. “I’m just trying my best to show you how much I fucking love this massive dick of yours. I love that it’s so big I can barely fit it in my mouth. I love that it’s so thick that it makes my jaw ache. I love how it tastes, so unmistakably you, and the smell alone can get me hot. It’s just a manly piece of prime meat, and I gotta bring my A-game to do it justice.”

“Well, consider it brou-” she cut him off by swallowing his dick again, practically inhaling it as his length sank into her mouth and the head rapped against the back of her throat again. This time, with a breath, she pushed her lips down his shaft and felt the bulbous tip push into her throat. Her eyes rolled back, instantly feeling her airway being cut off. As her tight gullet squeezed his cock, her father groaned, “oh fuck.”

Lowering a hand, he stroked her head, as if petting her for a job well done. But Heather wasn’t finished yet, not by a long shot. She pulled her head back, his cock sliding from her mouth with a wet pop, took a breath, then swallowed him right back down again. Another inch slipped in. Holding him there for a moment, just long enough to let him feel it, Heather focused on repressing her gag reflex. Retching slightly, she pulled back again, took another breath and swallowed him, an act she repeated over and over until his large, heavy balls rested on her chin and her nose was buried in his pubes, dizziness swirling around her head.

Again, she slid her father’s thick cock out of her mouth, took a breath and took it back in, his girth plugging her airways. She began to repeat the motion as she had done so many times, but stopped with the tip of his member resting against the back of her mouth. Gulping him down, she shoved her father’s cock back into her throat, impaling her face on his cock. With slow, forceful motions, she held him in her mouth, sliding his cock in and out of her throat, a wet gurgling filling the room as it repeatedly pushed the air out of her mouth.

“Oh, oooooh, fuck, honey,” Robert growled, holding onto his daughter’s head while she deepthroated his dick. He’d had women swallow his cock before, but his daughter’s throat was hot, wet and tight in a way that no one else was. “I-if you keep going, I…I’ll…”

Heather never found out what he was going to do, his words disintegrating into a long, low, drawn-out groan but she figured from the twitching of his cock in her throat that he was on the edge of cumming. Any notion that this was simply to get him ready to fuck her had gone out the window. More than anything now, she was actually just enjoying sucking on his cock, and the thought of her father coming down her throat only made her even more excited. Catching her breath again, she engulfed his member, sliding him with ease now back into her gullet.

Up and down, she moved her lips along his shaft, his cock sliding in and out of her throat, now with added speed. Rapidly she ate him up, swallowing those final few inches faster and faster, her hair beginning to bounce around her face again. The invading shape pushed the wind out of her gullet, so that she couldn’t even breathe through her nose anymore. Instead, the hot teen cheer captain held her breath and fought her body’s natural urges, choosing deepthroating this massive cock over oxygen.

With one final push, she shoved her father’s cock all the way down, pressing her nose so hard against his pelvic mound that it up turned like a pig’s. Her eyes began to water and her body jerked, spasming as a few involuntary retches slipped past her defenses, causing her throat to clamp like a vice around her father’s member, attempting to squeeze it out. A dizziness began to cloud her mind again, along with a ringing in her ears and bright spots distorting her vision, and yet, she refused to pull back.

“Hu-Hunny, f-fucck, breath, you need to, aaah ah…honey, oooh fuck, that’s good,” her father tried to encourage her, simultaneously worried for her well-being and distracted by the tightness of her throat as it constricted around his huge shape, the tension in his balls growing.

Finally pulling back, air rushed into her lung with an almighty gasp, so fast and hard it made her cough and splutter. While she caught her breath, she brought a hand around from behind his leg and pumped his thick shaft with her small fingers wrapped half-way around his girth. After only several seconds, she leaned over him again, still panting and took his cock deep in her mouth again. Quickly she **** her lips down his shaft, feeling his tip push into her throat once more. Again, she began to fuck him with her throat, though even faster, a feat Robert didn’t realize was possible until he saw his daughter’s face begin to blur as she rapidly swallowed his dick into her gullet over and over.

Breathless before she even began, it wasn’t long before Heather was chocking on his cock again, resisting the urge to gag and propel the cock from her mouth. Still she bobbed up and down on his cock like a woman possessed, in a cock-sucking trance. She felt his balls tense against her chin as his shaft throbbed on her tongue. He was close to cumming. Pushing down on his cock again, she felt her body retch again, hard this time, clamping down on his cock. Robert groaned as her hot, wet throat closed around his rigid member, feeling as though he were either going to erupt with cum like toothpaste being squeezed from the tube, or she would break his cock in half.