Afternoon Treat
again, this story is for 'S.' you know who you are. ;)
: all or most of my stories include daddy/daughter roleplay. you've been warned.
also this story is a one-shot connecting to my last set of characters in 'hidden delights.'
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'And I'm going to need that information in an hour, Steven.' The man said angrily, crossing his arms and making a very big show of his irritation.
Steven - aka '' - was currently being given the short end of the stick by his superior. Apparently an important document had gone missing from a file for their newest client and for some reason his boss was trying to make him responsible for it.
His breath caught but for another reason entirely. Reasons that had nothing to do with his current situation.
Steven shifted in his chair, loosening his tie. 'Sure thing.' His voice was clipped, harsh.
'Well, then.' His boss said, not knowing what to do with the fact that he wasn't about to argue.
A small cough sounded in the silence and Steven cleared his throat loudly enough to mask it.
His boss narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. He heard the cough too. Or ... he thought he did.
'See you in an hour.' He added roughly before leaving Steven's office with a slam of the door.
As soon as his boss was down the hall, a very feminine giggle sounded after a long sip.
Steven pulled back his rolling chair a bit, letting out a nervous chuckle.
'Damn, babygirl. He almost caught you down there blowing me!' He was looking down at her in a mock upset face.
Andrea sputtered at first but then laughed again at his expression. She was sitting cross-legged underneath his desk, hiding. Her hair was down over her face in waves, her lips painted a fiery red. Her normal business uniform - the usual white crisp dress shirt and black pencil skirt - was all disheveled. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned and her skirt had ridden up past her hips, revealing a sensual black lingerie set.
'Sorry!' She spoke in hushed tones before blinking up at him. 'You were leaking a lot of pre-cum!' Her coughing fit over, she noticed that he was rolling away from her so she grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled him closer.
'Now don't you go anywhere, Daddy! Not until you cum down my throat.'
That said, she promptly latched her mouth around his perfect cockhead, sucking deeply. 'Mmmmm.' She mumbled around him and he swear he felt it shoot down his member like lightning, lodging deep in his balls. His head hit the back of his plush chair and he groaned. Her hands were on his thighs, her nails scoring into the skin through his pants, a bit of pain to go with the pleasure of her slow and seductive movements. His precum was trickling freely into her lips and onto her tongue.
Her mouth slipped a bit off of him with a subtle slurping noise. Her lips smacked a bit as she cleared her mouth of his clear, copious precum. Her lips sank back down to meld to his head before bobbing back, laving over the narrow slit of his cock. As her tongue played into the small opening, she shifted on her knees to get more comfortable, swallowing his cockhead. Sometimes she'd get so lost in playing with it that Daddy would have to nudge her hair down for more. But he knew that this was her warm-up, and she was more than enjoying it.
Her tongue swirled over his cockhead as she sucked him in again, only taking the first inch of him into her mouth, getting it wet. The abrupt sensation of her licking and the rugged intake on his cock made him jerk in his seat and his hand palmed her scalp roughly. She went with the movement, pulling back before sinking down another inch, moaning all the while. A slick noise began to fill the room, the sounds of her pleasuring her Daddy with only her lips, tongue and suction.
'Fuck, pet. I'm really trying to last here ...' Daddy told her between breaths. Scooting ever closer, he threaded his hands in her thick locks and pulled her tighter against him. Her mouth was soft and wet and her quicksilver tongue wound all around him, curling under the screaming bundle of nerves that lay open underneath his head. He always loved it when Andrea sucked him, but this was different. She was more primitive and needy today.
Earlier, she'd marched in his office with his favorite lunch and a treat ... .
She promised him a blowjob for dessert and who was he to turn down his babygirl?
She kept humming in her throat with every single pass and it was killing him. With each pass of her ample lips she took him deeper, only to retreat to the tip of his cock and then back down again, every time going farther and farther along his shaft. His left hand - the one that wasn't in her hair - gripped the handle of his chair. Now he knew why they didn't have pre-breakfast sex this morning. His babygirl wanted him all ripe and ready for this moment.
As she dipped down again, he felt the blunt head of his cock wedge at the entrance to her throat.
'Yes!' He grunted out, pushing his hips up from the chair.
But this time, babygirl was in control. Her eyes flashed up at him from below, her hands gripping his thighs in place. Every white hot nerve in his body was alight and his mouth went slack. But yet and still she tormented him, her quick tongue flicking at his head, watching it's flushed color deepen. Then she sucked on it so hard his hips rocked off the chair again. She kept teasing him with long, slow licks along the underside, starting from the base of his cock to the tip before flicking her tongue back over his cockhead again and repeating the process.
His hips were trying to grind the air because he needed more stimulation, more pressure and she knew it. 'You vixen.' He whispered down at her and she - with about half of his cock deep in her mouth, drooling - looked up to meet his gaze and gave him a slow wink. Without pausing, her tongue flicked out to feather him as she took him all the way in a long, slow drop. She never broke eye contact as she took him deep into her throat. A drop of precum dangled off of her full bottom lip and it broke off in a tantalizing string onto the carpeted office floor.
'Fuuuuck, Andrea --" His cry was cut off as she swallowed around him, keeping him in her throat. She knew he loved it when she just swooped down on and him and stayed. Not moving, just gently and lovingly tonguing his balls as she sheathed him in her delicious, talented throat. On his next inhalation - had he been breathing all this time? - a musky, sweet scent was in the air. He took a whiff and smiled. That was the smell of his babygirl's pussy juice. She must be fingering herself as she's throating me ... Daddy thought, loving it.
It was like some sort of sick Magician's trick, the easy way she swallowed him and raised up off his rock hard cock, it appearing from out of her throat like magic. And without pausing she raised up, her mouth forming a narrow seal on the way up. She caught his cockhead, inhaled through her nose and dove back down with his guidance, his fingers digging into her hair and scalp.
Before she had been sucking him at her pace. Now it was time for . Gently tugging on her hair, he yanked her back down on his cock, knowing her limits. Andrea closed her eyes in preparation, a small thrill running over her at the thought of him taking over.
Everything happened in one smooth motion.
Daddy yanked Andrea down all the way on his dick. So absolute was his direction that her nose was planted firmly against his abdomen. Her left hand reached up to sweetly cradle his balls again as she began rolling them in her hands, coaxing all the cum she knew was in there to give. He knew she loved it this way. Sometimes she loved slow sessions and other times she just wanted it rough. It was another one of her fantasies and he would do his damnedest to make it happen.
She gurgled around him, lips wrapped taut around the base of his cock, her full lips stretched over the width of him as he was buried deep within her clutching throat. Andrea's free hand tightened over his knee, pushing. He gently pulled back, leaving about half of him still inside her mouth. Her breathing was taken in shallow gasps as she recovered from the first round. Making a low sound she resumed her journey. Babygirl sunk him far past the safe grasp of her mouth into the smooth passage her throat made.
His cock slithering into her throat made such a naughty, gulping sound that turned the both of them on.
His hips rose from the seat and plopped back down in time with her frantic moments. She resumed her rhythm, pulling back until only half of him was in her mouth before slurping and sucking on him as she went down. Andrea fell back down on his length, devouring him whole. She rose up and made eye contact with him as she noisily slavered over his erection before closing her eyes and just planting her face in his crotch. Her lips were tense around him, tracing the path his veins made before nursing back at his tip. Greedily plummeting her nose into his stomach again she repeated the motion.
In a frenzy now, her head rose and fell, rose and fell, dipping and rising between his legs. A clammy noise bubbled up from his lap where she was currently locked to his stomach again, her throat gobbling him down. He was nearing his limit. Looking down to see her, lashes fanned across her cheeks and mouth hollowed so tight it made his vision blurry, he fought valiantly to tell her what was about to happen. He felt it in the rush of hot and cold goosebumps that prickled across his skin.
Andrea's scream was muffled around his now swollen, engorged length. Her left hand ran from her chin, across the large bulge inside her throat. She could tell in the vicious way that he began mouth fucking her that he was close. Daddy could feel his stiff dick throb a few times before his balls drew up close to his body. He looked down to see, figuring that his cock was still lodged in her gullet. As his cock fattened in her throat she tried to angle her head back a little but couldn't so she was straining against him, her breath coming in warm puffs over him and her spittle seeped from the corner of her mouth along with a dribble of oily precum.
Seeing her - struggling with the whole of him buried to the root - was all it took.
With a whispered scream he started unloading - without warning - a long way into Andrea's rapidly convulsing throat. 'Ohhhhh shittttttt!' Was all he could say as round after round of scalding hot cum painted her insides. He shut his eyes tight, mouth slack and his hand fell out of her hair as he went numb and into overload all at once. His senses were sharp. He felt Andrea's lips tightly folded at the base of his dick. He felt the warm embrace of her mouth and more still - her throat - as it undulated wildly around him. As her grip loosened at his thigh, Daddy's hip rose off the chair to fuck her mouth fully.
She gagged roughly, hand a blur over her pussy as she guzzled down his cum. Daddy pulled back to sit back down, his cock never leaving her mouth. With him gripped inside her sucking mouth, her tongue laced at the underside of him, loving the feel of his hard cock throbbing and jumping and letting loose inside of her mouth. Still slobbering, she anchored herself to the head of his cock, drinking right from the source. His cum pooled on her tongue and she swallowed, moaned and saliva made her lips even slicker as she waited for the next batch.
Still cumming, Daddy dimly felt the pinpricks of pleasure threading across his skin, centering on his babygirl right there in his lap. And still, he came. Pushing her back down on his length, he shoved Andrea back on his dick, making her deep throat him for the final amount. She retched but took it, keeping him firmly in place as she gagged feebly. Daddy ground his teeth together, grunting with the effort. Another spasm of cum burst from his weeping cockhead and Andrea ingested it, waiting for more still.
'Babygirl, wait --' Super sensitive, he twitched.
But Andrea's hands were a steady presence on his balls, wanting to make sure she got everything. Daddy's hips thrust up as a few more stray globs of cum were wrenched into her mouth, draining him dry. Her tongue began swabbing around his cock head, still searching for more cum. With a strangled moan and an almost painful shudder, Daddy gave her a few more dry heaves before pumping out one last, strong surge of cum that landed on her tongue. With a satisfied smack around his now less prominent head, she swallowed the remnants of his orgasm.
Andrea kept sucking and with a small moan, his hands wound in her hair to pull her away. She sat back on her heels, content that she had pleased her Daddy so well. She looked up at him with a total smug smirk gracing her features. Her cheeks were a pleasant red and she was breathless. Her eyes were glossed over and her hand was still idly playing in her pussy.
They sat there without saying a word for a moment. He - looking down at her in post-orgasmic euphoria - and her, so close to cumming herself that she was fussing in small, tiny moans.
When he finally, finally rearranged his suit and had himself tucked back into his trousers and zipped up, he cupped her face in his hands gently. 'Does my babygirl need to cum?' He whispered to her, noting how her eyes widened and she grinned.
'Yes, please!' Andrea chirped, a devilish smirk already at her lips.
Helping her stand in front of him on shaky feet, he smiled, pressing a kiss to her hip. Making quick work of her panties, he pulled her to him, cupping each ass cheek securely. She went with a shrill cry, her hands sweeping in his hair fast, betraying her need. He began thoroughly cleaning her thighs of her slippery girlcum, his tongue delving into her folds.
'I'm not going to stop until you cum on Daddy's tongue ...' He murmured against Andrea's mound and got to work.
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told you i'd make it up to you, baby!~
: all or most of my stories include daddy/daughter roleplay. you've been warned.
also this story is a one-shot connecting to my last set of characters in 'hidden delights.'
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'And I'm going to need that information in an hour, Steven.' The man said angrily, crossing his arms and making a very big show of his irritation.
Steven - aka '' - was currently being given the short end of the stick by his superior. Apparently an important document had gone missing from a file for their newest client and for some reason his boss was trying to make him responsible for it.
His breath caught but for another reason entirely. Reasons that had nothing to do with his current situation.
Steven shifted in his chair, loosening his tie. 'Sure thing.' His voice was clipped, harsh.
'Well, then.' His boss said, not knowing what to do with the fact that he wasn't about to argue.
A small cough sounded in the silence and Steven cleared his throat loudly enough to mask it.
His boss narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. He heard the cough too. Or ... he thought he did.
'See you in an hour.' He added roughly before leaving Steven's office with a slam of the door.
As soon as his boss was down the hall, a very feminine giggle sounded after a long sip.
Steven pulled back his rolling chair a bit, letting out a nervous chuckle.
'Damn, babygirl. He almost caught you down there blowing me!' He was looking down at her in a mock upset face.
Andrea sputtered at first but then laughed again at his expression. She was sitting cross-legged underneath his desk, hiding. Her hair was down over her face in waves, her lips painted a fiery red. Her normal business uniform - the usual white crisp dress shirt and black pencil skirt - was all disheveled. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned and her skirt had ridden up past her hips, revealing a sensual black lingerie set.
'Sorry!' She spoke in hushed tones before blinking up at him. 'You were leaking a lot of pre-cum!' Her coughing fit over, she noticed that he was rolling away from her so she grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled him closer.
'Now don't you go anywhere, Daddy! Not until you cum down my throat.'
That said, she promptly latched her mouth around his perfect cockhead, sucking deeply. 'Mmmmm.' She mumbled around him and he swear he felt it shoot down his member like lightning, lodging deep in his balls. His head hit the back of his plush chair and he groaned. Her hands were on his thighs, her nails scoring into the skin through his pants, a bit of pain to go with the pleasure of her slow and seductive movements. His precum was trickling freely into her lips and onto her tongue.
Her mouth slipped a bit off of him with a subtle slurping noise. Her lips smacked a bit as she cleared her mouth of his clear, copious precum. Her lips sank back down to meld to his head before bobbing back, laving over the narrow slit of his cock. As her tongue played into the small opening, she shifted on her knees to get more comfortable, swallowing his cockhead. Sometimes she'd get so lost in playing with it that Daddy would have to nudge her hair down for more. But he knew that this was her warm-up, and she was more than enjoying it.
Her tongue swirled over his cockhead as she sucked him in again, only taking the first inch of him into her mouth, getting it wet. The abrupt sensation of her licking and the rugged intake on his cock made him jerk in his seat and his hand palmed her scalp roughly. She went with the movement, pulling back before sinking down another inch, moaning all the while. A slick noise began to fill the room, the sounds of her pleasuring her Daddy with only her lips, tongue and suction.
'Fuck, pet. I'm really trying to last here ...' Daddy told her between breaths. Scooting ever closer, he threaded his hands in her thick locks and pulled her tighter against him. Her mouth was soft and wet and her quicksilver tongue wound all around him, curling under the screaming bundle of nerves that lay open underneath his head. He always loved it when Andrea sucked him, but this was different. She was more primitive and needy today.
Earlier, she'd marched in his office with his favorite lunch and a treat ... .
She promised him a blowjob for dessert and who was he to turn down his babygirl?
She kept humming in her throat with every single pass and it was killing him. With each pass of her ample lips she took him deeper, only to retreat to the tip of his cock and then back down again, every time going farther and farther along his shaft. His left hand - the one that wasn't in her hair - gripped the handle of his chair. Now he knew why they didn't have pre-breakfast sex this morning. His babygirl wanted him all ripe and ready for this moment.
As she dipped down again, he felt the blunt head of his cock wedge at the entrance to her throat.
'Yes!' He grunted out, pushing his hips up from the chair.
But this time, babygirl was in control. Her eyes flashed up at him from below, her hands gripping his thighs in place. Every white hot nerve in his body was alight and his mouth went slack. But yet and still she tormented him, her quick tongue flicking at his head, watching it's flushed color deepen. Then she sucked on it so hard his hips rocked off the chair again. She kept teasing him with long, slow licks along the underside, starting from the base of his cock to the tip before flicking her tongue back over his cockhead again and repeating the process.
His hips were trying to grind the air because he needed more stimulation, more pressure and she knew it. 'You vixen.' He whispered down at her and she - with about half of his cock deep in her mouth, drooling - looked up to meet his gaze and gave him a slow wink. Without pausing, her tongue flicked out to feather him as she took him all the way in a long, slow drop. She never broke eye contact as she took him deep into her throat. A drop of precum dangled off of her full bottom lip and it broke off in a tantalizing string onto the carpeted office floor.
'Fuuuuck, Andrea --" His cry was cut off as she swallowed around him, keeping him in her throat. She knew he loved it when she just swooped down on and him and stayed. Not moving, just gently and lovingly tonguing his balls as she sheathed him in her delicious, talented throat. On his next inhalation - had he been breathing all this time? - a musky, sweet scent was in the air. He took a whiff and smiled. That was the smell of his babygirl's pussy juice. She must be fingering herself as she's throating me ... Daddy thought, loving it.
It was like some sort of sick Magician's trick, the easy way she swallowed him and raised up off his rock hard cock, it appearing from out of her throat like magic. And without pausing she raised up, her mouth forming a narrow seal on the way up. She caught his cockhead, inhaled through her nose and dove back down with his guidance, his fingers digging into her hair and scalp.
Before she had been sucking him at her pace. Now it was time for . Gently tugging on her hair, he yanked her back down on his cock, knowing her limits. Andrea closed her eyes in preparation, a small thrill running over her at the thought of him taking over.
Everything happened in one smooth motion.
Daddy yanked Andrea down all the way on his dick. So absolute was his direction that her nose was planted firmly against his abdomen. Her left hand reached up to sweetly cradle his balls again as she began rolling them in her hands, coaxing all the cum she knew was in there to give. He knew she loved it this way. Sometimes she loved slow sessions and other times she just wanted it rough. It was another one of her fantasies and he would do his damnedest to make it happen.
She gurgled around him, lips wrapped taut around the base of his cock, her full lips stretched over the width of him as he was buried deep within her clutching throat. Andrea's free hand tightened over his knee, pushing. He gently pulled back, leaving about half of him still inside her mouth. Her breathing was taken in shallow gasps as she recovered from the first round. Making a low sound she resumed her journey. Babygirl sunk him far past the safe grasp of her mouth into the smooth passage her throat made.
His cock slithering into her throat made such a naughty, gulping sound that turned the both of them on.
His hips rose from the seat and plopped back down in time with her frantic moments. She resumed her rhythm, pulling back until only half of him was in her mouth before slurping and sucking on him as she went down. Andrea fell back down on his length, devouring him whole. She rose up and made eye contact with him as she noisily slavered over his erection before closing her eyes and just planting her face in his crotch. Her lips were tense around him, tracing the path his veins made before nursing back at his tip. Greedily plummeting her nose into his stomach again she repeated the motion.
In a frenzy now, her head rose and fell, rose and fell, dipping and rising between his legs. A clammy noise bubbled up from his lap where she was currently locked to his stomach again, her throat gobbling him down. He was nearing his limit. Looking down to see her, lashes fanned across her cheeks and mouth hollowed so tight it made his vision blurry, he fought valiantly to tell her what was about to happen. He felt it in the rush of hot and cold goosebumps that prickled across his skin.
Andrea's scream was muffled around his now swollen, engorged length. Her left hand ran from her chin, across the large bulge inside her throat. She could tell in the vicious way that he began mouth fucking her that he was close. Daddy could feel his stiff dick throb a few times before his balls drew up close to his body. He looked down to see, figuring that his cock was still lodged in her gullet. As his cock fattened in her throat she tried to angle her head back a little but couldn't so she was straining against him, her breath coming in warm puffs over him and her spittle seeped from the corner of her mouth along with a dribble of oily precum.
Seeing her - struggling with the whole of him buried to the root - was all it took.
With a whispered scream he started unloading - without warning - a long way into Andrea's rapidly convulsing throat. 'Ohhhhh shittttttt!' Was all he could say as round after round of scalding hot cum painted her insides. He shut his eyes tight, mouth slack and his hand fell out of her hair as he went numb and into overload all at once. His senses were sharp. He felt Andrea's lips tightly folded at the base of his dick. He felt the warm embrace of her mouth and more still - her throat - as it undulated wildly around him. As her grip loosened at his thigh, Daddy's hip rose off the chair to fuck her mouth fully.
She gagged roughly, hand a blur over her pussy as she guzzled down his cum. Daddy pulled back to sit back down, his cock never leaving her mouth. With him gripped inside her sucking mouth, her tongue laced at the underside of him, loving the feel of his hard cock throbbing and jumping and letting loose inside of her mouth. Still slobbering, she anchored herself to the head of his cock, drinking right from the source. His cum pooled on her tongue and she swallowed, moaned and saliva made her lips even slicker as she waited for the next batch.
Still cumming, Daddy dimly felt the pinpricks of pleasure threading across his skin, centering on his babygirl right there in his lap. And still, he came. Pushing her back down on his length, he shoved Andrea back on his dick, making her deep throat him for the final amount. She retched but took it, keeping him firmly in place as she gagged feebly. Daddy ground his teeth together, grunting with the effort. Another spasm of cum burst from his weeping cockhead and Andrea ingested it, waiting for more still.
'Babygirl, wait --' Super sensitive, he twitched.
But Andrea's hands were a steady presence on his balls, wanting to make sure she got everything. Daddy's hips thrust up as a few more stray globs of cum were wrenched into her mouth, draining him dry. Her tongue began swabbing around his cock head, still searching for more cum. With a strangled moan and an almost painful shudder, Daddy gave her a few more dry heaves before pumping out one last, strong surge of cum that landed on her tongue. With a satisfied smack around his now less prominent head, she swallowed the remnants of his orgasm.
Andrea kept sucking and with a small moan, his hands wound in her hair to pull her away. She sat back on her heels, content that she had pleased her Daddy so well. She looked up at him with a total smug smirk gracing her features. Her cheeks were a pleasant red and she was breathless. Her eyes were glossed over and her hand was still idly playing in her pussy.
They sat there without saying a word for a moment. He - looking down at her in post-orgasmic euphoria - and her, so close to cumming herself that she was fussing in small, tiny moans.
When he finally, finally rearranged his suit and had himself tucked back into his trousers and zipped up, he cupped her face in his hands gently. 'Does my babygirl need to cum?' He whispered to her, noting how her eyes widened and she grinned.
'Yes, please!' Andrea chirped, a devilish smirk already at her lips.
Helping her stand in front of him on shaky feet, he smiled, pressing a kiss to her hip. Making quick work of her panties, he pulled her to him, cupping each ass cheek securely. She went with a shrill cry, her hands sweeping in his hair fast, betraying her need. He began thoroughly cleaning her thighs of her slippery girlcum, his tongue delving into her folds.
'I'm not going to stop until you cum on Daddy's tongue ...' He murmured against Andrea's mound and got to work.
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told you i'd make it up to you, baby!~
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