tagIncest/TabooDaddy and the Office

Daddy and the Office

byjara_jacobus©

Mara looked up from her book and glanced over the top of her glasses at the ticking clock in the distance. She sighed, realizing that she still had half an hour left to her detention. Carl, the boy sitting behind her, rammed his feet into the back of her chair repeatedly, causing her whole body to shake every couple of seconds. She clenched her fists tightly, holding back the urge to thrust her foot into his groin.

Mrs. Nolan cleared her throat loudly and glared at Carl. "Mr Richards, cease and desist or I'll add another week to your roster." Carl shuffled his feet back and under his own seat and slumped his shoulders, rolling his eyes. Mara flipped the page in her textbook and then scribbled down some doodles in her notebook, trying to look busy.

The minutes ticked by slowly and Mara knew that the second she got home, her parents would freak out on her. Emily Granger and her femme-gang had decided to pick on her today. Why wasn't Emily in detention? She asked herself, already knowing the answer. Well it isn't good business to put the superintendent's daughter in detention; she answered her own question.

The bell rang. Mara tossed her books into her flimsy backpack and rushed out the door. Outside of school she spotted her friend Daria waiting for her.

"Why the hell didn't Emily the strange get detention?" was her greeting.

"You know why," Mara replied bitterly, "Daddy dearest would give them less funding."

Daria scoffed, "Daddy dearest!" she mimicked. The two walked side by side through the subdivision. "Did Nolan give you homework?" Daria asked as they approached Mara's house. Mara nodded.

"Chapters 8 through 10." She sighed.

"Figures." she retorted.

The two walked up the front steps to a large suburban colonial. The cobblestone drive was wet from this mornings rain shower. Shrubberies decorated the sprawling front lawn and immaculate gardens wound their way from the front yard to the back. This was the house Mara had grown up in. Her father was a prominent lawyer and her mother had decided the pool boy was worth more of her time than her family. Mara shoved her key in the lock, letting Daria and herself in. A thick oak staircase stood before them and the smell of apple pies drifted from some of her mom's gaudy candles. She kicked the door closed with her foot and motioned for Daria to follow her up the stairs to her room.

"Mara, that you?" a deep voice called from the den.

"Yeah, Daria and I are just going upstairs to study for finals." She called back.

"I want to talk to you for a minute, please." He returned.

Mara rolled her eyes and mumbled "Fine." She motioned for Daria to head upstairs without her. Daria grabbed both backpacks and made her way up to Mara's room. Mara walked around the staircase through the dining room to the den. "Yeah, dad, what is it?" she questioned. Her dad sat behind a mahogany desk. The room was lined with bookshelves filled with tomes of legalese.

"You had detention again today, didn't you?" he looked displeased.

"Yeah but it wasn't my fa..."

"I don't want to hear it, Mara. Your grades have dropped this semester and you're getting into trouble more and more. What do you think we should do about this?"

Mara sighed. She hated when he used the Royal We. It meant she had to come up with something on her own that would appease him.

"Dad, I don't know what you want from me. I don't have time to study half the time and I only get in trouble because Emily..." she could see his face growing red as he tightened his grip on the pen he had been holding.

"Maybe I need to be a little stricter with you. I know I'm busy with work a lot, but you need a little more discipline."

Mara had no idea what her dad was getting at. She shifted her weight onto the other leg and stared at the wall behind him. He pushed his chair out from under the desk and stood up, fixing his daughter with a stern gaze. "Come here." He motioned next to him. She rolled her eyes at him, but obliged. "You're eighteen years old, Mara. You're almost a woman, now. You need a firm hand in the rest of your school days." He looked down at her. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she tossed back.

He said nothing, but took his hand and reached around, grabbing her buttock. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. "Dad..." she trailed off. He lifted her skirt over her hips and felt her panties.

"You need a firm hand, that's what you need." He leaned into her, his breath on her neck.

Mara wasn't sure what to think. Her dad had never punished her for anything before. Let alone laid a hand on her. She had to admit, however, that she did like the feeling between her legs. He was a handsome man with distinguished features. She felt a small tingle as he moved his hand inside her panties.

"You like that, don't you?" he brought his teeth to her neck and bit down, while he moved his hand to the front of her panties and began to finger her clit. Overcome with both pain and pleasure, she let a soft moan escape her lips. "That's it, Daddy's going to take good care of you, little girl." He twisted her around again and pushed her over the edge of his desk, pulling down her panties and thrusting her skirt over her hips once more. He ran his hand along her smooth behind before bringing it up and then smacking her harshly in the center.

Mara held in a whimper. She felt an odd sensation come over her. She liked the feeling in between her legs. She liked the idea of her dad...her Daddy punishing her like this.

He brought his hand down on her rump once more. And again, and again. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held it in.

"You've been such a naughty girl," he mumbled, almost to himself. Mara nodded her head quickly as she gazed at the wood grain of his desk. "I have, Daddy. I'm so sorry." He nodded in agreement. "Yes," he said. He moved her around again and brought her chin up with his finger. "But you're going to be much better, now." He leaned in and kissed his daughter. For a moment Mara didn't know what to do, but he moved his hand to the back of her head and forced her into the kiss. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to slide in. He lifted her up onto his desk and began to inch her panties off and over her white socks and black shoes. Mara began to lean into the kiss with him as he took away his hand and begin to undo his belt buckle.

"You're going to like this," he promised. "And maybe if you're a good girl from now on, Daddy will give you more!" he tore open her blouse, buttons falling to the floor. Mara looked down at his throbbing cock and felt her own lips tingle as they waited for him. He slid his hands behind her and unclasped her bra. He ran his hands along her milky skin and over her breasts, squeezing them softly. Suddenly she felt him thrust his cock between her legs, teasing her clit.

"Do you want this?" he demanded. Her bottom lip quivered.

"Yes," she replied.

"Yes, what?" he twisted her nipple tightly and she flinched.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He leaned into her neck and bit down again as he thrust his cock into her pussy. She let out a soft whine but made no motion for him to stop. He began to finger her clit as he slid in and out of her. Mara couldn't believe what was happening. Her own Daddy was fucking her. And she liked it. He bit her neck harder and felt herself grow even wetter every time he did. He let go of her neck and grabbed onto her thighs, lifting them up so that he could fuck her harder and deeper. His balls slapped against her as the motions became harder and harder.

"Oh, Daddy..." she moaned.

"Oh yes, little girl. Daddy loves fucking his little girl." He breathed. Mara felt herself growing closer and closer to cumming.

"That's it, cum for Daddy." He ordered. She felt herself shake and leaned her head back, trying to stifle her moaning. "Yes, Daddy..." she moaned. He did not slow down his pounding motion and continued to fuck her. Mara bit her lower lip and looked into his eyes as he pounded into her. He did so faster and faster, but she suddenly felt him pull out. He ordered her onto the floor and began rubbing his shaft roughly. He told her to open her mouth as his cum began to shoot onto her face and dribble into her mouth.

"Swallow." He ordered. He tongue flicked out to catch all the drops of her Daddy's cum. "Good girl." He praised. Lifting his pants back up, he glanced briefly at the door and his face went nearly white. Daria was standing there, looking at them. They didn't know how long she had been standing there. Mara looked over at her and noticed that Daria had a hand down the front her skirt as she looked at them. She whispered for her Daddy to see what Daria was doing and he smiled knowingly.

"Looks like someone else needs to be taught a thing or two." and let his pants drop down again. More fun was to be had and more lessons needed to be taught. Next time.

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by DaddysGoldenGirl11/22/14

So long

I noticed its been a while since you posted anything, I do hope you write some more soon :)

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by gotrane04/21/14

The Promise Of More To Come!

Nice start! The promise of, at least, a sequel, really gets the juices flowing! Will it be a three-way, or, just, giving the daughter a show?! We're waiting, even now, with anticipation!

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