Dating My Friend's Daughter

by Wylder, Penny

  “Yes, Mr. Foster.”

  Fuck, I’m completely hard again. I expected that, though. It seems like no matter what she does, Cora turns me on. And now I get to turn her on, slowly, quickly, however I want.

  I don’t follow her into the bedroom right away. I get myself a glass of water, discard my swim trunks into the laundry bin. I like that she’s waiting for me, anticipating what I’m going to do, her only instruction to wait. I’ve had friends who played in this world, and I’d been intrigued but never motivated enough to truly try it. Now I understand. This dynamic—power play—it heightens the experience in a way I’ve never felt before. Maybe I just needed the right person to try this with, to show me why it’s amazing. Cora is the spark that lit the match.

  She’s waiting just like I asked, and as I enter the room I can already see that her pussy is so wet that it’s glistening. That’s perfect. Placing one hand on either side of her ass, I run my palm along her faint bruises again. “I like this,” I say. “You waiting and open for me. I can see by the state of your pussy that you like it too.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She’s trembling under my hands, and I’m not sure whether it’s anxiety or anticipation. Maybe a little of both. I let my hand fall and watch her jump at the impact. “Do you like pain?” I ask. “Or is it the idea of being punished by someone that gets you off?”

  “A little of both,” she says. “I love the idea and I always worry about the pain. But then I feel the pain and I always want more.”

  I spank her again, in the same spot and harder this time. She gasps and it immediately turns into a moan which feels like it goes straight to my cock. “You know what I like? I like that I can give you a little pain and a little pleasure, and you’ll take it because that’s what I choose.” My hand falls again and she arches into my hand even as she cries out. “And you’re going to get both before I fuck you because I’ve been wanting to taste this pussy since I first saw you.”

  Cora’s breath is coming in little gasps, and she stops breathing completely as I spank her with my other hand. “Show it to me.”

  Her shoulders sink onto the bed and her ass is even higher in the air, legs parted so I can see that gorgeous pink which I didn’t get the chance to fully appreciate last night in my office. I reach out, circling her clit with my finger, and I watch her hands grasp at the bedspread. She’s more than ready, and so am I.

  I taste her, and god, it’s like heaven. I use my tongue on her, tracing her lips and circling around her clit which I can feel swelling under my attention. Her hips are moving, trying to get more of her pressed against me, and I dip my tongue inside, teasing. I pull back long enough to deliver a stinging spank before consuming her again. That’s what it feels like—consuming her.

  I drag my tongue all the way through her and up to her perfect little asshole where she gasps. I laugh, drawing away so I can give her three blows before I repeat the motion with my mouth. I do it again and again, making her writhe with the sensation as I wet her ass with her own juices. “Would you like me to fuck you here?” I ask as I lick around the taut edges.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”

  “You might like it.” Another spank, another lick. “Maybe someday we’ll try it.”

  She moans into the bedspread. “Yes, Sir.”

  With one hand, I slip a finger deep inside her pussy, and with the other I ease my hand over her ass, already red from my attention, but I haven’t had enough. Not quite yet. “Just a few more,” I tell her, before landing five slaps onto her skin. Her voice is somewhere between a groan and a sob, but I feel the way her pussy clenches around my finger, milking it with her arousal.

  I grab her hips, quickly flipping her over on the bed and sealing my mouth over her clit. Her hands find my hair, gripping it, urging me onward. Slipping lower, I use my tongue to fuck her, slowly bringing her to the brink. I love the way she’s gasping for air, saying yes, everything telling me she’s so, so close. She drags my face closer to her, and I feel her body go rigid, on the edge of pleasure. I don’t hesitate, pulling back and laying down five slaps in quick succession directly onto her pussy and clit.

  Cora screams, her back arching off the bed as she comes, orgasm gushing from her and onto my hand. I put my mouth on her again, drinking her in, making the pleasure last, feeling the heat from where I struck her. She shudders under my mouth, the pleasure working its way through her until she collapses, spent.

  “Fuck,” she says. “I didn’t expect that.”

  “You said you wanted me to punish you,” I say. “You didn’t say where.”

  Her chest is till heaving in the aftermath, and she locks eyes with me. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  “Good.” I grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it on, climbing over her because she hasn’t moved. I slide my cock into her in one smooth motion and she gasps, and her pussy contracts around me, not ready for it. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, Mr. Foster,” she breathes, eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure.

  I start to move, and it’s everything I’ve wanted. This perfect body squirming underneath me as I fuck her, red hair spread out over my sheets, breasts bouncing with every thrust. I slow down because I want to enjoy this. I don’t want to go too fast.

  Leaning down, I press my lips against Cora’s but I don’t kiss her. There’s something unbearably intimate about sharing someone else’s air. And slowly we start to breathe together, in and out, just like the way our hips are moving together. I can feel the pleasure building from far away, like a distant storm on the horizon. But it grows, it rises, and Cora’s does too. She wraps her arms around me, clinging to me like I’m going to keep her from drowning.

  And then I really am kissing her, our tongues dancing together as we move faster and I fuck harder and the pleasure builds until it’s all I can see, all I can think about. Cora is touching herself between us, and I see the moment when her eyes go wide, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy gushing around my cock, and she takes me with her.

  I come and it’s like lightning sizzling through me, there and gone, but the aftermath is bright and loud and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the same. Aftershocks are running through Cora. I can see the way the muscles in her stomach are still jumping, and she’s still squeezing me. I lower myself down beside her—careful to keep us connected—and take another kiss from her.

  “That was an excellent encore performance, Cora.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she grins. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

  We breathe in silence for a minute before I get up to deal with the condom and lay back down. That was the best sex I’ve had in years, possibly ever. And the fact that Jack’s daughter would be the one that I’m fucking still blows my mind. His twenty-year-old, still in college daughter. Who’s beautiful and brilliant and everything I could ever want even though we’re a lifetime apart.

  “What do you want to do, Cora?”

  She laughs. “If you’re asking me what I’d like to do next , I have a few ideas.”

  “I mean, what do you want to do with your degree?”

  “Oh,” she gets quiet for a moment, thinking. “I’m honestly not sure. With my degree you can kind of end up anywhere. I’m a nerd for the actual physical aspects of computer science. The computers themselves, the coding. I didn’t go to school for it because I had…a goal that I wanted to accomplish using computers. I chose it just because I love it.”

  I turn over on my side so I can see her better. “Nothing wrong with that. I think sometimes passion is better than a concrete goal. You don’t have to worry as much because wherever you end up, you’ll be happy doing what you love.”

  “Yeah,” she says, “that’s true. I think ideally I’d like to be in development. App, website, game, whatever. I like watching the code evolve. For me, it’s like painting.”

  “I never thought about it like that. I always visualize something like…I don’t know, gears. L
ike the thing I’m designing is a watch, and every single piece has to be perfectly in place for it to work the way it’s supposed to.”

  “Yeah,” she bites her lip. “We’re total nerds, you know that?”

  I nod. “Yes. It’s a good thing we’re both hot and have amazing sex.”

  “That we do.”

  “For the record,” I say, leaning closer, “I like the nerdy just as much as I like the sexy.”

  She smiles a small shy smile. “Thanks. That’s always nice to hear.” Cora gets off the bed, and starts to walk out of the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her.

  She turns, eyebrow raised. “I was just going to get that glass of water I left in the kitchen.”

  “Good,” I smile at her, “because you said you had no plans tonight, and I’m not nearly done with you.”

  “Of course, Mr. Foster.”

  7

  N ow I know why they call it falling. Because it’s crazy and fast and you don’t see what’s happening until it’s already over. Cora and I dive headlong into a fall, and it’s like I’m drunk and yet have never seen anything so clearly. The days are spent risking secret glances and kisses in the office, and the nights are spent at my apartment or hers. Before I know it, two weeks have gone by and we’ve fallen into a delicious pattern of sex and flirtation.

  As promised, Cora does everything I ask, and watching her do it turns me on the way throwing a match on gasoline sets it on fire. And just like she wants, I punish her. Every night when we get home I spank her. Sometimes on the ass, sometimes on the pussy, always blending pleasure and pain, pushing it further until she comes from one or the other.

  Today, I have an idea, and it’s risky, but I think it will add another level to our little game. Cora flinches a little as she sits down in my office, and I can’t hide the smirk that appears on my face, knowing that it’s my handiwork that made her do that. “How are you today?” She glares at me and I laugh. “You want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I had a thought.”

  Cora purses her lips. “Just the one?”

  “I think we had a talk about respect.”

  Her eyes flash, and I recognize the hunger, the fire that’s behind them. “And I thought I told you I was a bad girl. Maybe I’m still learning my lessons about respecting my elders.”

  “Maybe,” I say, glancing at the door to make sure that Ellen isn’t about to poke her head in. “We’ve never done anything at the office besides that first night.”

  “No, we haven’t.”

  I lean back and smile. “And it occurs to me, that if I’m supposed to be your boss, then I should probably tell you to do things at the office and not just after hours. It would be very irresponsible of me, especially when you’re looking for someone to teach you how to be respectful in the workplace.”

  A sly smile spreads across her face. “I wouldn’t want you to shirk your duties as my boss. After all, I did take this internship to learn.”

  “Excellent. Ellen is leaving early this afternoon for a doctor’s appointment,” I tell her so that she knows I’ll be alone here. “I’ve uploaded some new code for the checkout interface to the group server. I’d like you to look through it so you can give me your thoughts, and be back here at four o’clock.”

  “I’ll be very punctual,” she says, standing to go.

  “Cora, wait a second.” I catch her at the door to my office, slip my hand around her waist and stop her from leaving. To any passerby it will still just look like we’re having a conversation. We both know better.

  “What would happen,” I ask her, “if I told you to get down on your knees right now.” Her breath goes short, and she looks up at me, eyes wide and dark as she takes in what I’m saying. “Would you do it?”

  She doesn’t say anything, so I press her further, strengthen the way I’m pressing her against the doorframe. “If I told you to kneel down and suck my cock in front of this entire office, would you do it? Would you let them watch?” Cora bites her lip, and she nods. “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes, I would.”

  “Good girl,” I say. “I want you to think about that for the rest of the day. I want it to make you so wet that when I get you back to my bed—later, after our little meeting—that I have to lick it off your legs.”

  She’s barely breathing now. “Yes, sir.”

  “Go.”

  And then she’s gone, and I have to adjust my pants again. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun with a girl—woman. No wonder the people who do this full time call it playing.

  * * *

  T his is such a bad idea . Not because it’s wrong, but because I’m distracted. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but the minutes ticking by and how long I have until she gets back here. I haven’t gotten a single thing done. Thank God for Ellen who’s working in over drive because she’s leaving early. Nothing important is scheduled and she pushes me to clear the smaller tasks off my desk. I owe her more than I can even say because she’s helped keep Jack off my back, making up excuses for why I can’t meet with him about Takedown and the offer to buy the company. I think I’ve seen Jack less in the past two weeks than in the entire time that I’ve known him.

  By the time Ellen leaves, I’m more than ready for playtime. Five minutes after that, Cora approaches my door. Four o’clock on the dot. “Being on time will go a long way in pleasing your boss, Miss Bradbury. I’m impressed.”

  “I do want to please, Mr. Foster, and I try very hard.”

  I wave her forward, and she comes closer, following my hand as I beckon her until she’s standing right beside me. She’s wearing one of those truly mouthwatering pencil skirts, and heels so high I can only call them ‘fuck me’ heels. “Kneel,” I tell her. “Under the desk. As much as I want you thinking about it happening in front of everyone, I think it’s better if we keep this to ourselves.”

  Cora sinks to her knees with far more grace than I’d ever be able to manage, maneuvering herself under the desk and between my legs. I undo my belt, and nothing more. “You’re going to suck my cock, nice and slow. Make it last. And you may use your mouth only, for everything. Every time you use your hands I’ll add to your punishment later.”

  She folds her arms behind her back. “Yes, Sir.” I can’t wipe the smile off my face as she begins to use her teeth on my zipper, then my underwear. I was expecting to have to help her, and I’m more impressed than I want to admit that she managed to free my cock effortlessly with her teeth.

  Her lips close around the tip of my shaft and she does what I asked, nice and slow. I close my eyes and lean back a little, luxuriating in the feeling of her mouth on my skin, of the suction she’s giving. She’s using her tongue in these maddening little circles and I make note to use them on her later—

  My office door slams shut, and I jump. Jack is striding across my office and he leans over the front of my desk. “So I’m guessing you haven’t been ill.”

  I’ve pulled myself closer to the desk to erase even the chance that Jack might notice that there’s someone under the desk. “Who told you I was sick?”

  “That’s what Ellen told Jill for the last week when she asked to schedule our meeting.”

  I assumed that Cora would stop what she was doing when Jack first spoke. That she would wait until he had left the room. I assumed wrong. She keeps taking me deeper into her mouth, smoothly and slowly. I told her to suck my cock, and I didn’t tell her to stop. “I’m sorry about that.”

  Jack takes a step back. “Is there a good reason for the lie?”

  I shrug, trying to keep an air of relaxation. “I am not ready to have that meeting.”

  “And you don’t think that was something you could have just told me?”

  Cora pulls back, and then sinks down onto my cock, working me into her throat, and for a second I freeze. Fuck that feels good. “Would you have listened?” I hope he doesn’t notice the way
my voice just changed. “You didn’t seem inclined to when you notified me of the offer.”

  “You’ll never know now, will you?” Jack says, the expression on his face ugly.

  I sigh, hiding the fact that one of my hands is white-knuckling the armrest of my chair. “Jack, it’s Friday. It’s almost the end of the day and it’s been a long one. I promise we’ll have the conversation next week.”

  His eyes narrow, and for one eternal moment I think that he knows. But he stands and straightens his suit, pinning me in place with his glare. “We will. It’s going to happen.”

  He exits the office with the same abruptness that he came into it with, and I almost melt into my chair in relief. “Cora, what the fuck.”

  All she does is laugh and speed up her rhythm. Never in a million years did I think I’d be in that situation—trying to get Jack out of the room because his daughter is under my desk with her lips around my cock. Adrenaline and arousal roll though me. That was terrifying. Exhilarating. We should have done something at the office long before now.

  Cora’s teeth graze me, just enough to make me shudder, and I close my eyes and let her work. It doesn’t take long until my breath is coming in time with the movement of her mouth, pleasure building deep inside like it’s behind a dam that’s about to break. And suddenly it does, and holy shit, I forget every time just how good it feels with her.

  She sucks me down into her mouth as I come, taking everything that I give her and drawing the pleasure out in long, slow strokes. I look down at her under the desk as she releases me, a wicked grin on her face. “I’m not sure I can put you back with just my mouth,” she says.

  “That’s fine.” After that performance, she deserves a break.

  I help her out from under the desk after adjusting myself, and stand. “Are you ready to leave the office for today? Because that was just the start.”

  Cora’s eyes flash. “The start of what?”