Untamed Passion

Gary was right next to me on the couch, massaging his swollen prick violently as he watched my ass taking a pounding. It was unreal, but I knew it had to be done. Once the initial pain of my daddy’s cock being thrust up my ass subsided, it felt like a dull ache and all I could concentrate on was

strange the sensation of his cock sliding in and out. I was shocked to notice that, throughout it all, my pussy was still incredibly wet. In fact, it was getting wetter. Warmer and wetter by the second, and I found myself grinding my hips against the back of the couch. Was I actually starting to enjoy this?

It was as if Gary read my mind, because at that moment he shifted position, parting my pussy lips with his fingers and then nudging my wet opening with the tip of his swollen prick. I gasped aloud, and my pussy contracted, before Gary slid himself inside me with expert precision. I squealed once more as they stuffed me to the brim. I couldn’t believe that I was taking two cocks at the same time, and that one of them belonged to my daddy!

It was all so filthy. But I found soon that I was reveling in the filth. I wanted my dad’s cock in my ass, just as badly as I wanted Gary’s cock in my pussy. I felt both of their hard rods sliding up inside me, twitching and spasming as they fucked me into submission.

“Fuck me” I found myself screaming, on the verge of climax “fill me up!”

My daddy yelped and groaned, and I felt his cock swelling side me. Gary spanked my ass cheek, harder and faster as he quickened his thrusts. Then with one final push my daddy buried himself inside me so deep that could

practically feel him in the pit of my stomach. It was then that he emptied his load inside me, wave after wave of hot sticky cum filling up my ass and sending me over the edge. I screamed and kicked my feet as my pussy clenched around Gary’s cock, and my orgasm came squirting out and drenched my inner thighs. Gary growled, and spanked me even harder as he too shot his load up inside me. It felt so utterly fantastic to be stuffed full of two pricks at the same time, and to feel them pumping me full of cum. I was an absolute mess, and I loved every second of it.

After a few moments of panting and gasping, my daddy finally pulled out of me, and began straightening the cushions on the couch. I didn’t move. I stayed perfectly still, draped over the back of it the couch, feeling Gary’s cock relaxing inside my pussy.

“I’ll be back in about four hours.” My stepdad finally said, picking up his wallet off the mantelpiece. “And I expect you upstairs, in bed, when I return

— is that understood, Amy?”

I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned, then nodded my head in agreement. I was feeling so docile and satisfied that this was the only response I could manage.

“And I expect you to be alone in there”, my stepdad continued, glancing at Gary “Like you said, you’re a very naughty girl. I haven’t finished with your punishment yet.”

I shivered with excitement as he spoke those words. It was clear that my

stepdad wanted to take advantage of the fact that my mom was out of town just as badly as I did. I couldn’t wait to find out what else he had in store for me.

Disciplined By Daddy In The Office

I sat behind my desk, chewing my pencil nervously as I watched the clock ticking by. I’d been waiting for my appraisal for almost an hour, and it was obvious that they were running late. I knew I should be getting on with my work in the meantime, but I just couldn’t concentrate. This appraisal really did mean everything to me; it was my shot at a big promotion and my

chance to begin my steady climb up the corporate ladder.

People thought that, because my stepdad owned the firm I was working at, I was immediately going to get handouts and preferential treatment. But this couldn’t have been further from the truth. My stepdad was extra specially hard on me at work, as if he was trying to prove a point that he didn’t treat family members any differently, and never had favourites. When I graduated college a year ago I had really struggled to get a job. The

economy wasn’t great, and as time went by I struggled more and more and eventually ended up having to move back in with my stepdad and my mom. After living with them for a couple of months and still having no luck with my job hunt, my stepdad took me on as an intern. At the time it was like the answer to all of my prayers, and I never stopped being grateful to him — but whilst at work I did feel like I was being overlooked and discriminated

against.

Every time I went the extra mile, stayed behind late or came in early to get my work up to scratch, every time I sacrificed my weekends so that I could come into the office and catch up on my paperwork, I never ever received any recognition! I wasn’t expecting banners and flags, or any sort of public display of acknowledgement for that matter. All I wanted was a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘well done’ from my stepdad, or any of the other higher management team.

But it seemed that everybody at the firm was under strict instructions not to give out praise or encouragement to me. Nothing I ever did seemed to catch anybody’s eye, and the harder I tried the more they strived to ignore me. It was almost as if they were petrified of being seen to be favouring me in

some way. I really was the black sheep of the office. Let’s face it, the bosses daughter isn’t exactly the most popular of people. Nobody trusted me enough to let me into their social groups, and a lot of people regarded me with contempt from the moment I walked through the doors.

They all thought I was only there because of my stepdad. None of them knew that I actually earned my place. I had a degree in business studies, and i had to take the aptitude and psychometric tests to be considered for the position just like all the other interns. The only advantage I got from my stepdad being the managing director was the fact that I didn’t have to catch the train into work every morning.

I flinched as I bit into my pencil so hard that it snapped, causing me to jump in shock and the people around me to look up from their desks. I was too nervous to feel embarrassed, and took another pencil from the pot on my desk and began chewing again. I know it was a bit of a strange habit, I just figured it was better than chewing my nails. I really was that nervous.

“Alison, Mr Corbyn will see you now” a female voice said from beside me, suddenly. I looked up and saw Janet, my stepdad’s assistant standing there.

She was wearing her usual false smile, and permanently surprised expression. I smiled and nodded her thankfully, then got up from my desk and followed her along the central partition of the large office towards the boardroom. I realised that my palms were sweating, and hurriedly tried to dry them, rubbing vigorously on my pencil skirt.

I knew that my stepdad and the rest of the management team had been assessing the interns over the last month, and that it taken them a long time to come to their decision. But I still felt it necessary to dress to impress on the day that the news about whether or not I was going to be promoted was being broken to me. I wore a ruby red blouse and teamed it with a cropped black jacket and tight black pencil skirt. I wore black high-heeled court shoes and sheer stockings that accentuated my long, supple legs in an obvious and yet classy way. My hair was tied up on top of my head in a tight bun, and I wore just a hint of makeup. Dressing to impress helped me to feel more confident, but it did not stop my hand from trembling slightly as I reached out and pushed open the boardroom door.

I stepped inside with my head held high, and was a little shocked when I found that only my stepdad was sitting there. I was under the impression that my appraisal would be conducted by the whole of the higher management team, but obviously I had been mistaken. I stepdad fixed his penetrating gaze on me, and then gestured towards the seat in front of his desk. I nodded curtly and sat down. My stepdad was so formal, and he absolutely refused to break out of his managing director persona, even for his own daughter. Most people would have called that hard-core professionalism, but I just thought it was plain unnecessary.

“I trust you know why you’re here, Miss Corbyn” my stepdad said. I really had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Miss Corbyn? What was wrong with just plain old Alison? But, I decided to humour him and nodded politely in answer to his question.

“I’d like to start by saying that I’ve been extremely impressed with your performance over the last couple of months” my stepdad said, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the papers in front of him as he spoke “you have

shown a lot of initiative and a lot of potential. I have to say that you have surpassed my expectations, and I am truly grateful for the work that you’ve put in.”

My heart was racing as he spoke these words, but I kept my expression neutral. I didn’t want him to know how elated I was by what he was saying to me, so I strived to keep myself looking professional. He didn’t look up from his papers, however. It was as if he couldn’t look me in the eye. That idea made me a little bit uncomfortable, and I studied his face as he

continued to sing my praises. He looked almost… nervous.

“No matter what the outcome of this meeting” my stepdad said, briefly flitting his eyes away from the papers in front of him to meet my own, “I want you to know that you have done a fantastic job and you are an asset to this company.”

I felt a rising panic beginning to bubble over in my chest. I didn’t like where this was going at all, not one little bit. It was quite clear what he was doing. He was letting me down gently.

“Have I done enough to be promoted?” I blurted out, suddenly devoid of all professionalism and slipping back into being a petulant teenager. I was irritated and anxious, and it showed in my voice. I didn’t care at that moment; I was impatient and I wanted to know.

My stepdad looked up from the papers and stared me in the face. He was a little bit flushed around the cheeks, and his mouth was pursed into a thin line. I knew that face all too well. He was angry, and he was trying not to show it. But he was also nervous, and I knew that was a feeling that wouldn’t rest very well with him. It was probably making him even more agitated, even more angry!

“Well, since you’ve decided to speak so plainly I can only do the same” he

said, clasping his hands together in front of him “I’m sorry Alison, but I just don’t think that the role of junior assistant is one that is cut out for you.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was absolutely devastated, and it showed in my face, but I was determined not to cry. I channelled my emotions, trying to remain dignified and calm but it was no use. The only thing I could do to stop myself from crying was to get angry. I clenched my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. I’d never felt like that before, and I was surprised by how quickly the rage took over. Maybe it was the months of

stress and heartache leading up to this moment that did it, or maybe it was the look on my stepdad’s face as he broke the news to me. He didn’t even look upset. Just nervous and a little bit irritated.

“This is ridiculous” I spat “we both know the only reason you haven’t promoted me is because of your stupid obsession with not being seen to give preferential treatment. It’s not my fault I’m your daughter, and if you were going to be so discriminatory towards me then you shouldn’t have offered me the internship in the first place!”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I don’t know how, but I was somehow on my feet now, my arms rigid at my sides as I bent over the desk and scowled down at his shocked face. I didn’t care though. At that moment he was no longer my boss. In fact he was no longer my stepdad. He was just a man who had hurt me bitterly, and I needed him to know about it.

“This is just typical of you” I continued, my voice rising in volume and making him look even more nervous “you’ve had issues with me from day one! At home you barely talk to me, you avoid me like the plague and whenever we’re alone in a room together you make up some bullshit excuse and leave. What is it? What is your fucking problem with me?”