A flood of “Good luck!” popped up beneath my last comment.
I headed to the elevator and rode it down. I strode out feeling so sexy and sophisticated. I stepped out on the curb as the Uber pulled up, a black sedan. The driver, a doughy woman, hopped out and smiled at me.
I slid into the passenger seat and we had an awkward ride to my daddy’s work. He was in one of those skyscrapers. I marched in and then I had to figure out how to find his office. This had to be a surprise. Luckily, @machoc had some great ideas. I called the office for Trans-Pyramid Holdings and found their floor. Then I rode up the elevator.
My pussy was so wet on the ride up. The nylons clung to my pussy lips. My toes wiggled in my pumps. People got on and off as the elevator creaked upward. Finally, I reached the sixty-third floor and stepped off. There was a large bustle. People were moving back and forth.
“Excuse me,” I said nervously to one guy walking by. “I’m looking for my dad… Frank Mitchel’s office.”
He paused and glanced at me. “Your Shandra?”
“Shanice,” I said.
“Right, right, he’s been talking all month about how you’re coming out to stay with him.” He looked me up and down with hunger in his eyes. “You’re eighteen.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, giving him a frosty glare. “So remember that!”
He flushed. “He’s, uh, back that way.” He pointed and then hurried off.
What a perv. The only man who should be ogling me was my daddy. I marched off, my heels clicking. I headed in the direction that he pointed me. I moved through the office of Trans-Pyramid Holdings, my cute ass wiggling. I reached his office. He had his name on the door and everything.
So I just smiled and barged in on him.
“…and that’s why…” Daddy’s words trailed off as he spoke into his phone. And not a smartphone, but one of those old fashion ones. A landline phone. I smirked at him and closed the door behind me. His jaw dropped as he saw the sensual and sophisticated version of me. In my short skirt and sexy nylons and my boobs jiggling in my low-cut blouse. He swallowed. “And that’s why you want to trust us to…” He paused. “Can you hold on, my daughter just walked in.”
“Oh, keep talking, Daddy,” I said. “I’ll wait.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he said into the phone, looking so nervous. Which was a shame. Daddy had nothing to be nervous about. He was such a sexy hunk. He had dark hair with these exciting wings of gray from the temple. An older man. Distinguished but fit. He kept in great shape and even had a bit of a tan. He wore a blue, silky shirt with a navy tie.
I gave him a winsome smile as I set my purse on his desk.
“So, where were we?” Daddy asked. “Right, right, now that property is going be a great revenue generator. Uh-huh. We’re talking 13% a year at a minimum. Yeah, I know.”
That sounded all boring to me. Not what I was here for. I hadn’t blown my daddy at all today. He was so mean to sneak off to work while I was sleeping in. So I sank down on my knees on the other side of his desk. He stared at me, his panic increasing.
Then I crawled under his desk. He wore gray slacks. I groaned as I grabbed his knees and pushed them aside. He shifted in his chair as my hands slid up and down his thighs. His voice grew breathier on the phone.
“Okay, okay,” he said into the phone as my hands reached his crotch. I rubbed at his hard dick. Oh, Poor Daddy. He needed me. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll have my team fax you over the numbers. Yes, yes, have your people look it over.”
I squeezed his cock. He jumped in his chair, the leather creaking.
“Yes, yes, I do need to talk to my daughter,” he said as I undid his leather belt. “It’s, uh, been an adjustment having her move in with me. My ex had her and… And… She needs to learn some boundaries.”
Boundaries? There shouldn’t be boundaries between a daddy’s girl and her sexy father.
I unbuttoned his fly and pulled it open, the zipper rasping down. His cock throbbed beneath his silk boxers. He wore dark-red ones. I smiled and slid my fingers through the slit in the front and grabbed his cock.
“Right, right, children need boundaries,” Daddy groaned, his voice so tight. He sounded so stressed. I would take care of that.
I pulled his dick out through the slit in his boxers. He throbbed in my hand. He was so big and thick and just beautiful. I licked up the side of his cock, dragging my tongue higher and higher up his salty-tasting shaft. He squirmed more in his chair.
“Yeah, really have to go,” he groaned. “She’s, uh, being a brat.”
I could be a brat.
I licked the tip of his cock. I danced around it. He let out a moan. My lips kissed right at his slit, tasting the salty delight of his precum. Then I smooched over the sides. My tongue danced around his cock, teasing him with all the wicked things I would do to him. Then I swallowed his dick with hunger. He gasped as I did that. I slid my tongue down his cock, sucking him into my mouth.
“Goodbye, Mr. Hoover,” he groaned and hung up. “Fuck, Shanice!”
I suckled on him with hunger. I bobbed my head, my pussy soaking my nylons. I was so wet and ready for Daddy to eat me. But first I had to make him cum. I had to make him explode in my mouth and swallow all that jizz.
I suckled as I worked my plump lips up and down his cock. It was so wonderful to have his dick in my mouth. I nursed on him, my hips wiggling from side to side. My tongue danced around his shaft. I brushed him with my stroking tongue.
He groaned, “Fuck, Shanice. What are you doing?”
I thought that would be obvious.
“You can’t do this here,” he groaned.
I should have done it at home before he went to work. I should have had my mouth wrapped around his cock. Just sucking on him. Blowing him. Loving him. It would have been incredible for me to do that for him. He would have loved every second of it.
I suckled with passion. I nursed on him with hunger. My mouth bobbed up and down him while my pussy clenched. My naughty, juicy cunt burned for his dick while my well-cleaned asshole ached for his cock.
I wanted to do it all.
His chair creaked. He breathed heavily. I peered up his body and could just see the bottom of his tie. It shifted as he moved. The desk blocked the rest. That was, until he rolled back. I crawled with him, my head emerging into the light.
Now I could see his handsome face twisting with pleasure. His hand grabbed the knot of his tie, loosening it. Perspiration dotted his forehead. I loved this so much. I nursed on him with all the hunger I could muster.
“Damn,” he groaned. “Shanice!”
I loved the pleasure in his voice.
I suckled even harder. My cheeks hollowed. I showed him I was his loving daddy’s girl. I would do anything for him. Let him enjoy anal. I would give it all to him. I was so excited to be his naughty girl. For him to breed me.
“You have to stop,” he groaned. “Someone could walk in on us.”
I moaned around his cock. I wanted them to. People would understand. Like all the boys did on Instagram. Maybe the women would be jealous, but they were just pissed off that their daddy wasn’t a hunk like mine.
“Please,” he groaned. “Shanice!”