Dirty Daughter

by JB Duvane

  I waited a beat before I entered the room. My head was still swimming from the image of us fucking on the chair behind his desk.

  “I’ve been looking forward to finding out how things have been going for you since your last visit. If there’s anything that’s been on your mind that you’d like to discuss.”

  Instead of sitting, I slid the folder from my purse and held it up. "Actually, there are a lot of things that have been on my mind since our last visit, but I was hoping we could get the formalities of the paperwork out of the way first. I brought the property deeds."

  "Of course, Emily. Bring everything here and we’ll take a look at what needs to be signed. I don't see why we can't get this sorted out today."

  "Perfect." I said sweetly.

  I stood across from him and placed the folder on the desk, slowly opening it and carefully removing the papers. From where I stood, I could smell his cologne, and it made me want to eat him alive. I could practically feel the heat coming from his body as he watched every move I made. I gestured to the line at the bottom where he would need to sign, then giggled and made a show of how silly I was to give him the forms upside down. I used that as an excuse to move around to his side of the desk.

  "Thanks again for taking on such a burden for me, Max. You don't know how much this means to me, what a weight off my shoulders this is." I purred, sidling up beside him, so close that our arms were touching. His body felt electric, even from where I was standing. I couldn’t even imagine how amazing it would feel to be pressed up against him—both of us naked and lost in the moment. I couldn’t get my mind off of how incredible it would feel to be taken by him. "I feel like I don't have anybody in the world left except for you." I tried to sound sad, but not too pitiful. I wanted his sympathy: a comforting touch, a hand on my arm, my thigh, anything to get back to where we had left things off last week.

  I leaned over, pushing my breasts together and making sure he was aware my cleavage. Max let his eyes slowly drift over me, not even bothering to conceal the fact that he was staring at my breasts, which were so close to his face that a movement of a few inches would allow him to take my hardened nipple into his gorgeous mouth. The thought of this alone made my buddy buzz with electricity.

  I smiled down at him when he finally tore his eyes from my breasts, letting him know that I caught him looking. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed, so I decided to take things a step further, slithering into his lap as I brought the papers in front of us.

  He seemed surprised by this bold gesture, but I felt the tell-tale hardness under my thigh. Softly grinding into it, acknowledging his arousal, I said sweetly, “I had my mother’s lawyer draw these up. There are sticky notes posted where you need to sign. Right here," I said as I flipped the page. “And I think a few more here."

  He trailed his warm hand up my arm softly, and almost imperceptibly sniffed my skin. I could feel his breathing slightly change with my proximity. He then reached past me for the fountain pen, enclosing me in his arms as he did so. As he leaned forward to sign, he put his face so close to my chest that I could feel his warm breath on the top of my breasts. My pussy was so wet, I was certain he could feel my aroused dampness on his leg. I was going to go crazy if he didn’t fuck me soon. I felt frenzied.

  He signed the paper, the pen sailing smoothly over the signature line. I noticed his handwriting had a dark, smooth quality to it—but forceful and very controlled—just like his personality.

  “I’ll have my lawyer look this over and have everything finalized as soon as possible.”

  “Thank you so much, Max.” I leaned into him, letting the softness of my barely concealed breasts brush his chest.

  He heaved a huge sigh, and said sternly. “Emily, I think you would be more comfortable sitting in that chair."

  I wiggled my ass against his upper thigh, letting his hard cock rub between my cheeks.

  "I'm more than comfortable right here, Dr. Max." I said softly, staring at his lips, noticing the slight stubble on his chin. I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel for that roughness to grind against my softest parts, while his perfect lips were wrapped around my clit.

  The corner of his gorgeous mouth lifted just a little as if he were about to smile, but he didn't. He persisted, lifting me off of his lap. "Now, Emily, I need you to get up and go sit in that chair like you're supposed to. Be a good girl, and do what I say … now." His voice was stern, but the way he told me to be a good girl dripped sexuality.

  I knew he wanted me, but why was he playing with me like this? When he lifted me off of his lap and pointed to the chair I knew he was serious, but I didn’t want to back down. I was desperately in need. I had just signed my house over to him, and he was shooing me away. This was not how I had pictured all of this going, and I certainly wasn't done with him yet.

  I sauntered over to the chair, not taking my eyes from his as I made the journey to the other side of his desk. "As you ordered, doctor." I replied. His eyes followed me as I ran my index finger around the edge of the desk, and stayed on my breasts as I bent forward to sit.

  After I sat back in the chair, I gathered the hem of my tight dress in my fingers and inched it upward. When the fabric reached the tops of my thighs, I kept going until my secret was exposed. I spread my legs, revealing my perfectly shaved pink pussy to him completely. Max's dark eyes widened, and he licked his lips, saying nothing, his eyes glued to my glistening pussy.

  "I'll just make myself comfortable over here, then, so you can get a better view. Is this what you had in mind, Dr. Max?" I asked him.

  I draped one leg over the arm of the chair, then the other, while I leaned back and trailed a finger along my open slit. I let out a soft moan as the pad of my finger brushed over my sensitive nub. I let my eyes close partially as I fingered my wet pussy, letting Max watch. "I need you, Dr. Max," I cooed. "I always have."

  He made a noise as if he were about to say something, but instead he just loosened his tie—jerking it back and forth for a few seconds—and stared. He just let his eyes drink in the sight of me masturbating my needy pussy in front of him—in his office, leaking my juices all over his furniture. The heady smell of my arousal filled the air, and I moaned as I rubbed myself, circling my swollen clit with one finger, my mouth slightly open. I had never done anything like this before, but Max brought out the animal in me.

  "Max, I know you want to fill me." I purred. "Look at me, opened up for you, waiting for you to fill me up."

  His eyes looked drunk with lust. I pushed a finger into my pussy. "I just want to taste your cock so bad, Max. So bad. I felt how big you are, Max. I want that massive cock of yours in my mouth. Just bring it to me, and I'll show you. I want to drink your come. I need it inside me.” I swirled my finger around my overly sensitive folds, nearing orgasm, smiling at him seductively as I played with myself.

  I watched as Max began to break. He cleared his throat again, then slowly untied his tie and pulled it off completely. He carefully unbuttoned his shirt, and stood, undoing his belt as he approached me, staring at me like I was his prey. He stood in front of me, almost menacingly, unzipping his pants and pulling out his throbbing cock. Mere inches from my face, his cock stood at full attention. Smooth and hot and pointing right at me, threatening to spear right through me.

  "Oh, god, Max, please let me suck it.”

  Max growled, putting his hand on the back of my head, not forcefully, but very firmly. I relaxed into his touch—my hand still fingering my pussy—and allowed him to guide me. I parted my lips and anxiously awaited my first taste of his smooth cock. I had dreamt of what his come would taste like for much too long, and I was thirsty to drink from him.

  I stared at his perfect cock, then flicked my eyes up to his face. "You're a bad doctor, Dr. Max."

  “Yes, but that doesn't make you a good girl,” Max gruffly replied.

  My eyes stayed on his as he guided my lips to his cock, touching the head to my full pink lips. He circled my gloss-coat
ed lips with the pre-come coated head of his cock for a moment before sliding it into my mouth. I let out a low moan that vibrated around his cock head as the weight of it pressed against my tongue, stretching my mouth wider than it had ever been before. He was so much thicker than I had imagined, and when I closed my lips around him he filled my mouth completely. My pussy ached, wanting to feel his thickness fill it completely. My nostrils flared, breathing in his musky scent of manhood. I closed my eyes a moment, savoring his taste and the feel of his thickness sliding in and out of me.

  His hand clenched around my hair, pulling a wad of it into his fist and tugging slightly, which drove me insane. I had never felt anything like I did when he touched me, and I wanted more. I wanted more of everything he had.

  "Look into my eyes when you suck me, Emily." He firmly instructed.

  I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me. When my eyes locked to his, he pushed forward, shoving his cock toward the back of my throat and making my eyes tear up. I tried to back away. I wasn't used to anything touching my throat that way. But he held my head firmly—not letting me move, but not moving himself either. I could feel the veins in his cock pulsing against my tongue, his erection impaling my mouth and threatening my throat. He held me there for several seconds. Anytime my eyes started to close he tugged my hair with more force, reminding me to keep my eyes on him.

  Tears fell from my eyes as I struggled to breathe around his behemoth cock. I could feel my mascara being ruined, and I could taste his salty pre-come as it dripped down my throat. He finally released me and I backed off of him, trying to regain my breath. I allowed my mouth to nearly slide off as I inhaled deeply through my nose. Even though I was still struggling for breath I continued to swirl my tongue around his smooth, bulbous head, lapping up the pre-come that was leaking from him.

  No sooner had I caught my breath than he slid himself back in, letting out a low growl as his shaft almost completely disappeared into my mouth. I kept my eyes on his as I swallowed him down, deeper this time than before. I sat still with my arms draped over the sides of the leather office chair—my dress still pulled up and my wet pussy exposed to the open air, begging to be filled.

  "Suck me, Emily. All of me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He stayed still now, letting my mouth wander over his shaft, allowing me to explore his shape. I felt airy yet heavy at the same time. He was mine. I had him in my mouth, just like I wanted. But I was scared of him. His size and how forceful he was. But that was part of what kept the rivers of juice running out of my pussy. I wanted him to use force. I wanted to feel the pressure of his fist as it gripped my hair or wrapped around my wrist.

  My hands went up to touch him, to wrap around his cock and feel him that way, but he caught my wrists firmly, and gathered both of them into one of his hands. His firm grip was painful, but the power over me that he portrayed in the gesture turned me on even more. I moaned around his cock as he held my hands in a captive position and instructed me. “Suck, little girl. Don't touch."

  I did as I was told, looking back up into his eyes with lust and adoration as I bobbed back and forth on his cock, determined to suck the cream from him and swallow every last drop. I shifted in my seat, spreading my legs further. When I did he reached his free hand between my legs and gave my needy pussy one solid slap before taking it away again. He smirked down at me, chastising me as I continued to suck, "I always knew you were a bad girl."

  I sucked him harder—feverishly moaning and allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper. Tears ran down my cheeks again when he pushed his pelvis into my face. My nose was pressed against his dark pubic hair and his massive cock was lodged in my throat. I struggled underneath his firm grasp, my ass wriggling around in the chair, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this feeling of being forced and used—of being held in place while he took what he wanted from me. I thought I would gag but somehow the feeling passed and I got into a rhythm with his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat.

  Max breathed heavily. "Fuck, yes, little girl," he mumbled. I barely moved as he moved in and out of me, thrusting himself into my mouth and down my throat and I watched him in awe.

  Suddenly his hips bucked forward, sending his cock deep inside me. A low, manly growl escaped from him as his cock swelled inside my mouth. He held my head against him with both hands while he looked down at my red, tear-stained face.

  "Don't fucking move,” he said through gritted teeth. “Keep those pretty eyes right on me," he instructed. The way he told me what to do was exactly what I wanted and needed from him.

  I let out a soft mew of agreement through my full mouth as I looked into his eyes. I felt him twitch, his body tensing up for a few moments, his face contorting slightly, and then a release of tension as a shudder passed through him and a stream of hot cum exploded into me. I greedily drank his essence, letting the hot, milky cream slide down my throat and nourish me.

  6

  The Truth (Max)

  Emily’s soft hair was ensnarled in my fingers, and I watched as her perfect lips sucked me deep into her hot little mouth. I was in awe of how this eighteen-year-old girl—who claimed she was a virgin—could possibly know how to suck cock this fucking good. I could have blown my load all over her face the second those precious lips touched the head of my cock, but I needed to savor the moment.

  When I watched her hike up that little dress of hers—exposing that perfect pink pussy to me—my mind reeled. I was always in control, but this girl really knew how to push my buttons. I wondered if I should have been worried, and if my cock hadn’t been buried in her little mouth, maybe I would have been. But I couldn't resist. Even her mother was never this fucking good.

  I tried to be gentle, but she felt like such a fragile doll and I wanted to break her a little. I couldn't resist shoving my cock down her throat, fucking her face and watching her eyes widen in surprise at what it felt like to take a man's cock all the way down her throat. I had to admit, she continually surprised me with how bold she was with me. Watching her finger herself in my office was a bit of a shock, but once she got going I felt powerless to resist. I almost felt like a teenager when she exposed that wet pussy to me for the first time. The way she opened herself up and made herself moan, it nearly made me come in my trousers.

  She would get what she wanted this time, but only the way I would give it to her. I couldn’t stop myself from holding her face against me, penetrating her mouth as deeply as I could while I watched tears flow down those porcelain cheeks. When that perfectly applied mascara—one of the parts of her costume that was meant to make her look like an experienced woman—started to run down her face, I just about lost it.

  Her grown woman look was gone, and now she just looked like an inexperienced and scared little girl with her mouth full of a man’s cock. The way she laid there in my chair with her pink pussy exposed—it took all I had not to pull my cock from her mouth and fuck her in every hole. The horny little thing literally begged to be filled, and a man only has so much willpower.

  She tried to grab at me, but I quickly bound her wrists in my hands, twisting them into a submissive position. She yelped when I did this, and I let up just a bit, but the little vixen needed to be taught who was in charge. She needed to learn that she was going to be wrapped around my finger, not the other way around.

  When my cock head hit the back of her throat and she let out that little moan—so fragile, and so small—the slight reverberations from her vocal cords massaged my engorged cock and I lost it.

  I hadn't come this hard in ages, and I grimaced as I shot stream after stream down her willing throat. The front of her neck moved up and down as she swallowed every last drop of my hot seed and the more she swallowed the more I came. She milked every last drop out of me as if she were starving.

  This release—the moment when I shot straight down that virgin throat and everything that led up to it—was something I had fantasized about for much longer than I'd like to admit. But my f
antasies didn’t even come close to the deliciousness of the reality of my cock inside Emily’s mouth. But as I came down to earth the magnitude of what had just happened hit me.

  When I finally stopped coming, I pulled my cock from her mouth without a word, and immediately concealed myself again—stuffing my still half-hard cock back into my boxers and pulling up my pants, fastening my belt, and tucking in my shirt. I grabbed my tie where I had draped it over my desk and quickly tightened and adjusted it, looking past her and into my reflection on the glass of a framed painting that hung on the wall. I ran a hand through my hair, making slow and meticulous movements, and buying myself time to figure out what the fuck I was going to do now. This could be a real fucking problem.

  Emily just sat back in the chair, not having moved from her cock sucking position at all. The way she looked at me with her wide eyes—her makeup smeared, and her hair tousled from where I had a hold of it in the back—tugged at my heart and my cock. I wasn't about to let her know that though.

  This shouldn't have happened. It’s not how I envisioned any of this happening at all. If anything it was going to be completely on my terms. I was going to say where and when, but now this little girl had me all fucked up in the head. I couldn’t afford to make a wrong move here. There was too much at stake. There was no way in hell I could have Emily thinking I was her fucking boyfriend now.

  She stared up at me as if waiting for something more—and goddamn it did I want to give it to her. She had sucked me off just seconds ago and I was already getting hard again seeing the way she looked up at me. But I had to regain control of this situation, and fast. There were things about me that Emily didn’t need to know—dark things. This little girl might suck cock like a grown woman, but she was still a teenager for fuck's sake. She couldn’t be running around thinking that this sort of thing was going to happen any time she pleased.