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My 19-year-old vixen of a daughter, Barbie, showed up to my work unannounced. I was the head honcho of a medium-sized business and was just getting ready to take my lunch break, when my secretary informed me that my daughter was here to see me.
I rolled my eyes, wondering if she wanted money - or, rather, how much.
But it wasn't money she wanted...
It was me.
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My 19-year-old vixen of a daughter, Barbie, showed up to my work unannounced. I was the head honcho of a medium-sized business and was just getting ready to take my lunch break, when my secretary informed me that my daughter was here to see me.
I rolled my eyes, wondering if she wanted money - or, rather, how much.
But it wasn't money she wanted...
It was me.
"Honey..." I put my hand over the receiver. "What are you doing here?" I hissed. Her mother was on the other line and we were just making lunch plans.
"I want to spend some quality time with you, daddy..." She pouted, then did something I'd never have expected and would never forget.
She kicked off her shoes and crawled under my desk. I watched in utter fascination as she made herself comfortable, then with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
READ MORE"Is something wrong, dear?" My wife woke me out of my reverie as I stared unbelievingly down at my curly, brown-haired daughter who had her fingers wrapped around my shaft and was peppering my cock-head with her soft, exploratory, electric kisses.
"Uh...no? I don't think so?"
"What does Barbie want?"
"I'm..." I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my moan as she dutifully wrapped her plump, dangerous lips around my cock and started sucking. "I'm not...sure!" I managed.
"You sound distressed, dear. Should I come down and drag her back home?"
I gazed down at my lovely, curvaceous daughter - my cock entirely devoured in her mouth and shook my head. "No...no need. But maybe we'd better skip lunch today. I've...uh...got a lot on my plate."
I tried to hang-up, but put her on speaker-phone instead.
"Barbie? What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as I set down the phone - not realizing my wife could hear every word I said.
"Nothing daddy...just sucking your big dick...do you have a problem with that?" She smiled widely as she slobbered all over my cock with those plump, pouty lips of hers.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Jill. Hold my calls. No interruptions." I barked through the intercom.
"Honey, what's going on?" My wife asked, but I didn't hear her.
"You're a little fucking slut, you know that?" I grabbed my 19-year-old daughter's ponytail and slapped her face. Then I pushed her down harder on my throbbing cock, forcing her to suck down my daddy meat and causing her to choke and cough.
"Suck it, bitch!" I slapped her again.
"Oh daddy, that hurts! Why are you slapping me?" She whined, but her lips were upturned in a devilish smile.
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