Religion

Not wanting to unduly bother her father , Heather raised her fist and rapped her knuckle lightly against the wooden door into his office. There was no answer, but the young dark-haired teenager was sure that she could hear voices. So, again, tapped on the door and called out “daddy”, her voice heavy with trepidation and desire. A shiver ran along her spine, from the small of her back upwards, as she spoke that one simple word, the title of the man who had bore her, raised her and loved her like no other. And still, there was no answer, just whispered voices from behind the door.

With a deep breath, Heather grasped the door handle and pushed it down, pressing the door itself open with her shoulder. The eyes immediately set on the scene before her, her father falling back into his large leather swivel desk chair, Hannah next to the table, hastily shoving her shirt back into her skirt. The blonde was dressed much as she was the day before, this time though having foregone the nylon tights, likely to offer her father better access. Her face was flushed, though not quite embarrassed, just red from arousal and annoyed at being interrupted.

Heather smirked, understanding now why the secretary had been cleared and there had only been hushed voices on the other side of the door. Lucky for her though, it hadn’t seemed like her father and the intern had gotten very far, maybe a little bit of teasing and kissing and up the skirt groping, but they hadn’t actually gotten down to business yet. Which meant her father was hard, worked up and looking for an outlet. All factors that worked in her favour and created a concoction that was just too sweet to pass up. But first, she had to get rid of the blonde.

“Hannah,” Heather sang. “Can you give me a moment with my father?”

“C-Certainly,” Hannah nodded, and to Robert, she said, “Let me know when you require me again, sir.”

Though she obeyed, Hannah did not look happy to be ordered out of the room. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at Heather as she walked out into the corridor, her steps measured and deliberate. Once her heeled feet clicked against the marble flooring, Heather shut the door and did what her father and Hannah had forgotten to; she locked the door.

“Ah, He-Heather, what brings you here today?” Robert tried to remain casual as he watched his daughter move from the door towards the table. “Didn’t see enough of me last night?”

Heather smirked, thinking to herself that her father didn’t truly know how much she had seen, and still wanted to see. Her voice was husky, dripping with sex, as she replied, “You know I could never see enough of you, daddy. Still messing around with office sluts, I see.”

“Now, Heather, you shouldn’t call them that,” He attempted to sound serious, but his voice crackled with nerves as his daughter reached his desk. “Besides, it’s never bothered you before how I relaxed at work.”

“It doesn’t bother me, per say.” She extended a finger and traced along the edge of the table as she walked around from the front to the back, swaying her hips with every step. “But in the times we’re living in, you’re a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen, daddy. I’m just looking out for you.”

“Well, what do you suggest as a solution?” Robert asked curiously, turning in his chair to face his daughter, unaware that his stiff cock was still very much noticeable even when he was sitting down.

“Just think of it like another shoulder rub, daddy.” Heather bit her lip, her eyes falling upon his crotch and his tented trousers. She felt a flutter in her gut when she saw that his pants were still unzipped, only held on by the top button. She stepped up before him and slowly began to sink to her knees, her blue eyes fixed on his as she told him, “Let me take care of all your fatherly needs, like only a good daughter can.”

Robert blinked and stared at his daughter’s serious, unperturbed face and couldn’t believe the words he’d just heard pass from her lips. It was impossible to him that his daughter was knelt before him, offering him sex so that he wouldn’t fuck around with his staff members. Even though it was happening right before his eyes, he couldn’t accept that she was really placing her hands on his knees and running her palms along his thighs, reaching up to the button of his trousers. Instinctively he raised his hips as she pried his pants apart, and slid them down his legs, tugging his boxers down in one swift motion. His cock, hard and hardening at the sight of his daughter before him, eager for him, bounced out of it’s confides, jutting out, pointing directly at Heather’s pretty, young face.

She marvelled at her father’s length and girth. Seeing it from a distance, even as it was ploughing into Zack’s mother, just didn’t do the thing justice. It was so much more wonderful up close, right before her eyes as she never imagined it might be. Just being this close, having it in her gaze, smelling the heat and sweat and manliness of his cock had Heather’s pussy soaking and her panties sodden. It looked thicker than her wrist, and it towered over her, it’s length exceeding the height of her face from chin to forehead, a true, meaty, prime cut of cock. She licked her lips, salivating at the sight and thought of taking it in her mouth, for starters.

Raising her eyes from the cock, she locked gaze with her father again as she reached out to touch him.

“Heather, honey, what are you-” He began, his words fading away into a gasp as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and awed at how her fingers were a solid two inches from ever meeting her thumb.

Her hand slid down to the base of his cock, tugging his cock skin down, the head looking even more bulbous and angry, then she moved her hand up again, sliding her fingers over him, enjoying the feel of such a large, strong manhood beneath her fingers. Gliding her fingers over his sensitive, exposed glans she felt him shiver erotically beneath her touch and she chuckled to see her father’s body betray how much he was enjoying her machinations upon his dick. Again, she tugged down on his cock, this time not stopping at the root. She moved her hand down further, and cupped his fat, heavy ballsack in her single hand. She gasped herself, not expecting them to be so weighty and powerful. It felt so intensely erotic to hold in her hands the testicles that created her. From these she had been produced, and now she held them in her palms.

“H-Heather, you can’t do this, you shouldn’t be…” His voice trailed off again, his breathing heavy, unable to say the words ‘touching my cock’, as if saying it would make it true, as if it weren’t already happening right before his eyes. As she brought another hand up to his cock, he hissed, “I’m your father.”

“Exactly, who better to take care of your needs than me,” Heather said, smiling as she spread the lubrication on his cockhead all over his shaft, her other hand still fondling his ballsack. “I’ll suck all the cum out of you and then you won’t feel the need to screw around with these office sluts.”

“Suck?” Robert echoed naively. His mind knew what a blowjob was, and he could clearly see his daughter knelt before his cock with her perfect little, red lips and precious pink tongue but he simply couldn’t put the two together. It simply seemed inconceivable.

Nodding and grinning, Heather leaned down and planted her tongue against the base of his cock, where the root met the testes. Holding his cock straight up with a hand wrapped around his tip, she licked her father’s cock, dragging her flat, wet tongue along his shaft up to the ridge of his glans, a trail of slobber left in her wake. She puckered her lips and placed a deliberate kiss upon the tip of his penis, moving her hand down over the ridge of his cockhead, her fingers tickling his sensitive head. He watched her, her wide, beautiful eyes staring back as her lips touched his head, her tongue flicking against his slit briefly before she pulled away.

“I’ll stop…” she began, licking her lips of her father’s precum as Robert breathed a sigh of relief. “…if you can honestly, truly tell me that you didn’t want to kiss me yesterday.”

“W-what?” Robert replied, trying to remember an occasion during the day before when he wanted to kiss his own daughter like a lover, like the woman she was. “I don’t remember…”

“During the shoulder rub, remember? I was leaning over, my hands massaging your arms, and my lips were this close to yours,” She brought her lips near to his cock head, mere millimetres away, allowing him to feel her cool breath on his sensitive cockhead, just as he had on his lips yesterday. “Tell me you weren’t seconds away from kissing me and…I’ll stop…”

“Heather…I…” He wanted to deny it, to tell her she misunderstood, misread the signals but he had always been honest with his daughter and it just felt wrong to lie to her now. As wrong as it was for his daughter’s hands and mouth to be on his cock, he felt just as sick when he considered lying to her. “Maybe I did want to kiss you, but I shouldn’t have, those thoughts were bad…this is…bad...”

Heather pretended to huff and said, “Are you saying I give bad head? Well, I’ll just have to show you.”

“No, no, that’s not what I, ah, meant, fuck,” he swore as Heather opened her mouth and took his tip inside. The soft, warm, wet feeling of her mouth was nothing new to Robert. This might have been the millionth or the million and first blowjob he’d ever had. He knew what it felt like, but, looking down into the blue eyes of his daughter, her lips stretched wide around his cockhead, made this one different. It was wrong, so wrong, but so fucking hot.

“Mhmm,” Heather moaned around his cock, her mouth slurping at his cockhead as she brought her hand up from his balls, jacking his thick, wide shaft with two hands. Her lips were stretched out fully by his cockhead, completely plugging her mouth and forcing her to breathe through her nose. Lapping at his slit with her tongue, she felt a shiver up down his throbbing cock, the knowledge that her father’s cock was enjoying the sensation of her mouth sending a similar bolt of electric lust flowing through her own young, teenage body.

Moaning continuously, she pushed her mouth down his cock, the lips sliding down over the top of his shaft with ample room still left over for Heather’s hands to jerk her father’s cock. She took it inch by inch, feeling her father’s large, thick cock gradually filling her mouth. She rolled her head up and down his cock, taking in more of him every time she slid her mouth down his shaft again, her tongue licking and swirling around his head while she tugged on his cock, pulling more of him into her pretty little mouth. She was surprised when it suddenly hit the back of her throat, her mouth and hands never meeting. Looking down, her eyes widened and she gasped around his cock, half **** really, to see that she wasn’t even half way and already her mouth was stuffed full.

Lifting her head off his cock, her lips slid from his head with a loud, wet pop as she marvelled again at her father’s massive member. She’d known he was large just from looking but being up close with this beast gave her a whole new perspective. No wonder women were lining up to see this thing, to touch and feel it for themselves, to be filled by it. She imagined it sliding inside her pussy, stretching out her lower lips as it did with her mouth, her walls tightly moulding to his width, his head knocking at the back of her cunt just like her throat. Could she even take it? Monica had handled it, then so could she.

“Now this is a real cock,” she panted, using her hands to coat the rest of his cock with the slobber her stretched out mouth had drooled all over his tip. “Seriously, you’re fucking huge, daddy.”

“So I’ve been told before,” he admitted, wincing as pleasure surged from his cock as Heather’s hands lathered his dick with her saliva. “Please, honey, if it’s too much, you don’t have-”

“No! If those other sluts can do it, then I can take care of you too. But, fuck, this thing should come with a warning,” she said, amazed still at his length and girth in her hands. “Like side effects may include becoming a fucking size queen. This dick is going to ruin me for any other boy. Though I can’t say I’m terribly upset…”

“Honey, I understand if you’re curious, that’s one thing,” Robert insisted, noticing the lustful glassy eyed trance with which his daughter was staring at his cock. “But I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“Well, let me put it like this,” Heather said, her voice husky and the body buzzing with desire for her father’s massive member. She could feel herself soaking her panties again, the excess dribbling down her legs inside her trousers. “If it came down to one of your sluts and me, who would take priority?”

“You, always, but…” Robert answered honestly, and genuinely if his daughter ever needed him he would be there. He would absolutely forsake all others for her…but not to sleep with her, not for sex.

“You have your answer,” Heather cut him off and turned her attention back to his cock. “Now sit back and let your dutiful daughter drain your balls.”

“Oh fuck,” he growled, watching as his daughter dipped her head and engulfed the mushroomed tip of his cock with her mouth. Her lips stretched around him again, a little easier this time, and again she bobbed her head, slipping and slurping on his dick as he watched inch after inch slid into his daughter’s mouth.

It wasn’t long before his cockhead was pressing against the back of Heather’s throat once again. Releasing her grip on his cock with a **** moan, she placed her palms on his legs and hoisted her body up, angling her head to allow the huge cock to push into her throat. She could feel it, bulbous and wide, her tight little throat resisting the thick invader, but the mixture of pre-cum and her slobber helped it push into her oesophagus. Her eyes watered as those couple of inches filled her throat, suffocating the young teen as she looked down and saw she was only just about half way.

Leaving one hand on his thigh, she brought the other back to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and pumping at his cock. She could feel it throbbing and hot all the way down her throat and moaned as she began to bounce her head on his cock to show her appreciation. The massive member shifted in her throat, little gasps of air being **** out as she swallowed his dick. The room was silent except for the sounds of their incestuous deepthroating; him groaning, her gagging and spluttering around his dick while her slobber squished in her fist as she jacked his shaft, encouraging him to cum.

Finding it difficult to breathe, and not wanting to die **** on her father’s cock before she ever got a chance to feel it in her pussy, she pulled her mouth from his cock, moaning as she felt it slip out of her throat. With a slick slurp, her lips parted from his cockhead and she breathed deep, looking up at her father and smiling to see that he was still watching her, watching his daughter devour his cock, gagging around his girth, her breasts heaving beneath her blouse as she tried to catch her breath. Grinning and inhaling deeply, she dove on his cock again, tugging on his shaft as she sank her mouth down on his cock, those same two inches sliding into her oesophagus easier this time simply because she knew she could do it. She pushed herself a little further and another inch pressed into her throat.

If someone had told Heather a week ago that she’d be kneeling in her father’s office with his huge cock in her throat, she’d have called them sick. Yet here she was, mouth lewdly stretched around his shaft, his cockhead and a little extra shoved into her throat and her hand wanking him. Not only was she doing it, she was loving it and she had initiated and she was hotly anticipating taking this monster in her tight, teen pussy. And with that the father-daughter relationship would be irrevocably changed.

But first things first, she had promised to suck his cum and drain his balls and it was time to make good on that. She pistoned her hand up and down his cock while she bobbed her head over the top half, gagging and drooling. Robert felt her pleasuring of his cock pick up pace and he could tell that she wanted his cum. Which was fine by him, she’d been doing such a fine job that his heavy, manly ballsack was tightening, preparing to blast his load right down her throat. Heather bounced her head furiously on his cock, another, fifth inch being shoved into her throat, outwardly bulging it was so full of cock as her hand rapidly jacked at what was left of his exposed manhood outside her mouth.

“Ah, shit, Heather, honey, you’re actually going to do it,” Robert groaned, gripping the arm rests of his chair as he felt the intensity of pleasure in his cock building. “You’re going to make daddy cum.”

She sped up, **** to take his cum before she suffocated completely. Thankfully, seconds later her father growled, long and low and deep, like an animal roaring, instinctively thrusting upwards and holding his hips there, pushing his cock hard into his daughter’s throat as a thick, creamy load surged up his shaft. Heather felt his cockflesh become tense and tight beneath her touch, his cock flexing in her mouth and down her throat while the cockhead opened. Even though she braced herself, that first creamy spurt of hot cum from her father’s cock still caught her by surprise. She gulped it down but more followed, his cock pouring out cum thick and fast for his baby girl.

It was too much. She couldn’t drink it down fast enough and with the thick cock so far down her throat she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she tried to hold it there, feeling herself becoming dizzy as gallons of her father’s cum were pumped directly down her throat into her belly. She could feel it coating her oesophagus as she drank down her father’s seed. But still it didn’t stop, and Heather couldn’t hold off any longer. She slid her mouth back over his cock, her father continuing to spasm and cum as she slipped his head from her throat. She struggled to breathe through her nose as he shot more cum into her mouth, painting her cheeks and teeth a thick, creamy white. She drank it down and slipped her lips from his tip and gasped down air, her body gorging on oxygen now it was allowed the breathe again as her father’s final few spurts left streaks across her face.

“Fuck,” her father panted as his cock drippled the dregs of his load on to the floor between his feet. “And I thought I came hard last night.”

“That’s because it was me. Didn’t I tell you I can take care of all your fatherly needs better than anyone else? Don’t you feel refreshed and ready to face a day of business? And all without any risk of sexual harassment,” she said playfully, still attempting to catch her breath as she rose to her feet before her father. His eyes followed her fingers as they began to unbutton her trousers. “Hopefully there’s still a little time left for us to fuck before you get back to work though.”