I bring daddy lunch at work. I tell him about my art class. And the things we made today. Iâm sitting at the conference table, across from him. Yapping away.
âNoooo!!!â I laugh. âItâs bad. I was just having fun. Itâs not good enough to show.â
âShow me.â You say again. Youâre smiling. But thereâs something in your eye that makes me hesitate.
I laugh again. But more nervously. Less genuinely. I shake my head slowly. Coyly. âNooo daddy.â Iâm too embarrassed. I donât want you to see. I look down at my lap.
You cock your head. You smile softly. âCome here, princess.â You pat your knee.
I pause. I bite my lip. My eyes narrow as I study your gaze.
And then I move. Slowly, shyly, walking around the table, towards you. My arms are outstretched. Iâm ready to crawl into your lap. Thinking youâre going to let it go.
When I get close enough, you grab my wrist and I startle. I reflexively try to pull out of your grip. âDad, noâŚ.â Iâm confused.
You twist my wrist behind my back and you forcefully bend me over the table. You push down on the middle of my back with my wrists captured in your hand, immobilizing me. You stand behind me. You step between my legs. And spread them with your feet.
You trail your fingers from my neck down my spine to rest on my ass. âDaddyâŚ?â You flip up my skirt and smack me hard. I cry out and then let out a giggle. We must still be playing, right? Surely youâre not going to fuck me in this conference room. Not with all the people waking byâŚ
You lean down over me. Im held still beneath you. You growl in my ear, âdonât you dare make a sound.â
I freeze at your words. Ice floods my veins as I realize you really are about to fuck me. Feet from your colleaguesâ doors. I hear you undo your belt and I start to struggle.
You pin my arms to the table on either side of my shoulders and lean over me.
In one hard thrust youâre inside me. I grunt at the force of it. My tiptoes barely touching the ground as your cock drives me forward.
Mouth at my ear, you begin full, steady strokes. âBaby girl is already so wet for me. Thatâs it baby. You feel amazing sweetie. Just take it like a good girl. Let daddy fuck you.â
Youâre stretching me. Filling me. I start gasping and whimpering as I feel every inch slide in and out.
âNo sounds, remember?â You scold.
My pussy starts gripping you and youâre struggling to push in and out now. Youâre getting rougher with me.
âYouâre so tight baby. God, youâre amazing. Iâm gonna go a little faster now. This is what happens when you donât do what daddy says, ok?â
I start whimpering. âNo no no no no.â I canât take it.
âYouâre going to take it, baby.â
You start moving faster now.
Iâm panting and moaning.
âEnough. I said no noise.â You growl, as you smack my ass.
Then you pull me up by my hair so my back is to your chest and you cover my mouth.
âThis is what happens to baby girls who donât listen to daddy. Daddy takes you in the nearest empty room and fucks you sillyâŚ.You asked for this didnât youâŚâ
Iâm whimpering again through your hand covering my mouth.
You remove your hand from my mouth and I pant out âI asked for this.â
âThatâs right, baby. You asked for this. Thatâs why you acted out. You wanted daddyâs cock, didnât you?â
You pull out and spin me around roughly so Iâm facing you now.
Youâre panting. I can see the sheen of sweat on your brow. âGet on the desk.â You choke out.
I slide onto it slowly, keeping my eyes on yours. Silent but pleading.
You push me down roughly so that Iâm laying on the desk. You spread my thighs with your hands and spank my pussy with your hand. I gasp.
You push into me again. Roughly this time. Frenzied. You start fucking me fast. Hard. Roughly. No mercy.
Two hands around my neck.
âYou wanted this. You desperate needy girl. Daddyâs just giving you what you wanted.â
You fuck me faster and faster as tears roll down my face. I can feel you getting close.
You grab my hips and pull me down to the very edge of the desk. Your cock is as deep as it can go in my pussy.
I feel you start cuming inside me. Gripping my wait in your hands as you do. You finish with a few hard thrusts.
Then, still inside me, you pull me up so I can wrap my arms and legs around you as I cry into your chest.
âWhat a good little girl. Good job taking daddy.â You coo as you kiss the top of my head.
You pull back and tip my chin up so I can meet your eyes.
âNext time youâll do what daddy asks when he asks it, wonât you?â You say seriously. Tears are still falling down my cheeks as I watch you, wide-eyed.
âNow go clean up. The bathroom is down the hall. Do not let anyone see what a dirty little girl you are. Daddy could lose his job.â
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