"Mr. Logan's office, can I help you?" asked Erma, Bill's ample bodied administrative assistant. She listened attentively to the caller on the other end of the phone, nodding her head slightly up and down as she scribbled a message on the telephone pad. The constant clicking and popping of gum echoed throughout the mid-size office causing Erma to loose her concentration and patience.
Pulling the phone away from her ear and covering the mouthpiece simultaneously, Erma whispered curtly to the teenager sitting directly across from her.
"Pia, do you mind? I can't hear myself think, let alone take this important message down with you munching like a cow on that gum!" She said in an exasperated voice, looking at Pia over her horned-rimmed glasses.
"Well how much longer is my Daddy going to be? I've been sitting here for hours," Pia said impatiently.
"It hasn't been hours and your father will be with you as soon as his meeting is over," she said returning to the caller. "I'm sorry sir, there was a slight disturbance here. And you were saying?" She said ignoring Pia completely.
Pia stood up and began pacing back and forth, sucking the gum between her tongue making tiny popping noises that were not loud enough for Erma to hear. As she paced, she wondered where her father had found such an unattractive, prudish bitch to assist him. Pia and Erma had never got on well. Pia knew that Erma saw her as a spoiled little rich girl but she didn't care. She figured that Erma was just jealous because her own daughter, who was Pia's age, was an unattractive, shy little thing that didn't have an outgoing bone in her body. She stopped pacing, sat back down and crossed her legs.
It wasn't often that Pia visited her father's office. As a matter of fact, she was hoping to change that situation especially now that they were having sex. Ever since that morning two months before when Pia had suggested to her father about going to work in his office they had been scrambling around to find places to screw. Her father had even started coming to her room very late at night but he had never fucked her on the bed. Stating instead that the bed would squeak making too much noise in the quiet peaceful night. In the mornings when Pia took her shower, sometimes her back and ass would be covered with reddish-pink welds from lying on the rug or her knees would be slightly bruised from her father's rampage fucking when he took her from behind.
Some nights when he wasn't in the mood for a fuck he would bring Max to her room and watch the dog lick out her cunt. Pia knew her father enjoyed these sessions with the dog best, because as he stood by and watched Max lick her out, he would push his hand down inside his pajama bottoms to rubbed himself. Training Max had been a pleasurable experience for her father and it wasn't long before Max knew on command what Bill wanted him to do. It was on one of those occasions that Bill, who was so engrossed in watching Max eat his daughter's pussy, did not realize that after a while his daughter had become painfully sore from the lickings.
She had been sitting on her father's lap with her legs spread wide. Bill had been holding her legs apart with his hands when he summoned Max over.
"Okay boy, come," he had said as Max trotted over between Pia's legs. Max sniffed briefly then turned away and sneezed, they way dogs usually did when they were investigating with their noses. He turned back again to Pia's crotch and sniffed some more, pushing his nose deeper in. Pia had briefly noticed that the dog's pink fuck stick had been extended and she had wondered excitedly if her father was planning to let the dog fuck her.
"Daddy, are you going to let Max stick his penis in me?" She had asked. "I don't know if I am ready for something like that. I mean, it's one thing to let him eat me, but I don't know if I want a dog's thing inside me," she continued in a nervous voice, secretly hoping that her father would do the exact opposite of what she had said.
"No, sweetheart. I enjoy watching Max lick you," Bill had said and Pia was careful not to show the disappointment on her face.
They were sitting on the edge of Pia's bed well into the night. Because she was very petite, she fitted easily on Bill's lap as she did when she was a little girl. Bill's fingers had been massaging her clit while Max's nose was still buried in her hot cunt waiting for his master to give the signal to lick. Pia had felt the dog's hot breath fanning her cunt as he waited. Suddenly her father had given the silent order and Max pushed his tongue deeply into Pia.
Pia had watched as her father pulled his fingers from her pussy and held her legs wide apart so that he could watch as Max licked her. The only sounds heard in the silent night were Pia and her father's heavy breathing and the rhythmic lapping of Max's tongue in her cunt. Pia had felt her father's cock throbbing against her ass. Her father's appetite for her had grown so fiercely over the past couple of months that he had taken to screwing her as often as he could in the house, with her mother and brothers nearby.
Pia had felt herself being lifted in the air and the next thing she knew she was laying on her back. Her father stood over her briefly before grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He then ordered Max to continue licking her cunt while at the same time her father had taken off his pajama bottoms. He climbed on top the bed and on top of her in the position of a sixty-nine. He positioned his cock to her mouth and Pia had opened her mouth to receive him without hesitation. As Pia sucked her father's cock, she felt him lean forward on his arms to watch Max eat greedily at her cunt.
Bill moved his hips up and down slightly, working his cock in and out of Pia's mouth. She grabbed his scrotum, squeezing gently on the flaccid sacs. As she sucked her father, Pia had begun to feel the roughness of Max's tongue as he licked her pussy lips up and down, occasionally sticking his tongue her bum hole as well. She moved slightly on the bed hoping Max would stop licking and knowing that he wouldn't until her father told him to.
Suddenly her father exploded in her mouth, causing her to gag as she tried to swallow as much of his juice as she could. Several drops escaped out of her mouth and ran down the side of her chin. She heard her father muffle his pleasure in the form of grunts as he removed himself from over her. He stood by silently and continued to watch Max plowed Pia's pussy, causing her to whimper.
"What's wrong, sweetheart," he whispered.
"As much as I enjoy what Max is doing, Daddy I'm starting to hurt. Can you please make him stop?"
After that delightful session, her father had been careful not to let Max lick her for any extended period of time. Pia craved her father constantly and she knew he felt the same way. After two months of sneaking around the house, Pia knew it was time for her father to let her come work in his company. It was the surest and safest way for them to enjoy their liaison without running the risk of getting caught. She knew that somehow she had to convince him that this was the best way. "Pia, your father will see you now," Erma said.
Still in deep thought, Pia did not hear Erma and continued to pop softly on the gum, her eyes staring off into space.
"Pia!" Erma said sharply.
Startled, Pia looked up as if seeing her father's secretary for the first time. "What?" she replied curtly, not liking the tone of Erma's voice. "I said your father is ready for you now."
Pia uncrossed her legs, stood up and walked, hips swaying slightly, over to Erma's desk. She popped her gum loudly as she leaned forward and looked Erma directly in her eyes.
"Of course he is," she said sweetly before going into her father's office.
Bill watched as his daughter walked the length of his office to sit in the chair in front of his desk. He watched her sleek legs and he stiffened instantly as he recalled just that morning they were wrapped around his hips as he fucked her on top of the bathroom sink. He couldn't help but admire how clever and creative Pia was when it came to their tryst and how she never complained when he banged his cock unmercifully into her.
He had been in the bathroom shaving just that morning when he heard Pia yell out to Samantha that she was leaving for school.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your father?" he heard Samantha asked.
"No, Mom. I don't have time. I will see him later anyway. I think he is finally going to let me work at his office."
"Well, that's just wonderful news, sweetheart. I know you've been after him these past few months to let you work there. What will you be doing?" "I'm not sure yet, Mom. I think that's why Daddy want me to come in today after school. I'm hoping that I'll be able to work under him."
Bill had stopped shaving and walked over to the door to listen to the rest of the conversation.
"I wouldn't worry too much, Pia. I'm sure your father will find something suitable for you to do. Do you have any particular interest in something? Maybe I can put in a good word for you," Samantha offered.
"That's okay, Mom you don't need to speak to Daddy on my behalf. He knows what I am capable of doing and where my talents lie. My only interest is making sure that his needs are met while we are at the office," Pia had said.
"Well I am sure you will be able to handle anything your father throws your way, honey."
"I hope so, Mom. I want to learn as much as possible from Daddy. Whatever I don't know how do, I'm sure Daddy will teach me. I am going to enjoy working for him."
"Working for who?" Bill recognized the voice of his youngest child, Aaron.
"Daddy," Pia had replied. "I'm going to his office today because he needs me."
"Needs you?" Aaron exclaimed. "For what? He has a whole bunch of people working for him. What does he need you for?"
"Look, I don't have time to talk now. Mom, I've gotta go."
Bill heard the door slam shut and he let out a sigh of relief. He turned back to the mirror to complete his shaving. He hadn't felt this alive in years. He woke up in the mornings with so much energy and looked forward to whatever the days had in store for him. He realized that much of his exuberance had to do with Pia and the amazing way she took to everything he had to show her sexually.
Even though he enjoyed the abundance of pleasure he got from Pia now, in the beginning it bothered him that what he was doing was not right. As a matter of fact, he knew that it wasn't right, but once he buried his cock deep into his daughter's steaming pussy, he forgot about what was wrong and just enjoyed the sweetness and flexibility of Pia's young, tender pink flesh.
He had just wiped the remains of the shaving cream off his face when he heard the bathroom door suddenly open and close. He spun around and came face to face with Pia.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked her. "I heard you tell your mother that you were leaving for school," he had said hardly believing that his daughter was standing in front of him.
"I needed to see you again before I left. My first period was canceled. I knew about it since yesterday. The teacher said something about having an appointment or something. I can't really remember now. But in any event, aren't you happy to see me, Daddy?" Pia had asked in a husky voice.
"How did you get back into the house without your mother seeing you?"
"Come on Daddy, you know how crafty I can be. Would you rather me stand here and explain to you how I got back into the house, or would you rather lift my skirt up, pull my panties aside and fuck me?"
Bill had swallowed deeply. He had moved past Pia to the door. He opened it just enough to stick his head out the door to search for any signs that Samantha was in the area. He heard her stirring around downstairs. Satisfied that his wife was busy, Bill had closed and locked the bathroom door. He turned and pulled Pia into a hungry mouth-devouring kiss.
Grabbing her by the ass with both hands, he hoisted her up onto the rim of the sink. He found her panty-clad wetness and he worked his fingers up and down increasing the flow of juices from her pussy. Pia pulled her mouth away from Bill's eager mouth and whispered urgently in his ear. "Oh Daddy, please hurry. I need to feel your cock inside my pussy. It's all I thought about since I woke up this morning. You had Max lick me last night, but that wasn't enough. I wanted to feel your cock."
Bill had watched as Pia pulled his robe aside and began rubbing his engorged member up and down with her hands. The tip of his cock was slick with pre-cum and he watched as she rubbed it sparingly over the head. He pushed himself into her hands, loving the feel of her fingers on him. "Bill, honey you are going to be late," he heard his wife yell through the closed door.
"I'll be right out, sweetheart," he said as he pushed his daughter's panty to one side and slid his cock into her slick hot meat. "All of a sudden I got this terrible pain in my stomach, but I'll be out soon," he said as he slammed the lower part of his body in and out of his daughter. "Would you like me to get you something for the pain?"
"No, I'll be fine. Just give me a few minutes," he said to his wife as he plundered his daughter's pussy on the sink. "And I'll be out."
A soft moan escaped from Pia's mouth and Bill quickly covered it with his hand. He listened for any further movement or sound outside the door and when he was satisfied that there were none, he released his hand from his daughter's mouth.
"What the hell is the matter with you," he whispered urgently and his cock continued to move in and out of her tight hole. "Do you want us to get caught?"
"Would you stop fucking me if Mom, caught us, Daddy?" Pia asked, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as her upper body jerked with each thrust.
"That's not the point and you know it," he had whispered.
Suddenly he pulled out of his daughter's pussy, lifted her from the sink and bent her over so that her hands rested on the rim of the tub for support as he pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. He was furious with Pia for her cavalier attitude about their secret romps. He pounded away at her pussy as though it was the last time that he would ever fuck her.. Bill heard her whimper softly but he didn't care. His hips moved back and forth in anger as he watched the wetness from her formed white rings at the base of his cock. Bill knew that he couldn't stay angry at Pia for very long as he felt the tight softness of her surround him like a wet glove. He felt the pressure build at the base of his cock and his movements increased with each thrust until he exploded into his daughter's eager vagina.
Bill had pulled out of Pia's warm cocoon, his cock dripped slightly with the mixture of his explosion and her slick juices. He had bent forward then and his tongue replaced his cock. He licked at his daughter's cunt, moving his tongue up and down the length of her pussy lips until she was dry. Once he had finished, Bill straightened up and told his daughter that she had to leave before Samantha saw her and that he would see her in his office later.
Now as he sat behind his desk staring at his daughter's beautiful legs he couldn't help but imagine the feel of her tight pussy as he pounded away at her earlier.
"So, do I get to work here or not, Daddy?" she asked, pulling Bill away from his musing.
"Of c-course," he said clearing the enormous lump that formed in his throat. He shifted sideways in his seat, gently pulling at the fabric at his crotch to alleviate some of the pressure.
As if reading his mind, Pia stood up and walked over the door and fumbled with the knob. She turned to face him and walked with slow precise steps, towards him all the while removing her clothes. When she was done, she stood naked, except for her socks and shoes, in front of her father. Bill swallowed again and glanced at the closed door. "Are you sure you locked it, Pia?" He asked, his eyes shifting madly between her and the door.
"Don't worry, Daddy. Of course I locked it. We wouldn't want Erma walking in on us. Honestly, Daddy, I don't know where you found her. She's always rude to me and she has this holier than thou attitude which just makes my skin crawl," she said as she sprawled eagle-wide on the couch. Pia worked her fingers in and out of pussy as though it had an itch that need scratching.
Bill walked over and knelt between his daughter's thighs, pulling her forward so that her bottom was at the edge of the couch. He bent forward and placed his mouth against her moistness and savored the salty flesh. Pia ran her hands gingerly through her father's hair, drawing him closer to her center core. A loud groan escaped from between her lips, the sound resonated throughout the office.
"Oh yes, Daddy. That's it. Wiggle your tongue deeper into my pussy," she said throwing her head back against the couch. Pia thought she would never get enough of her father. She grabbed him by the hair to pull his face away from her glistening nook. They stared at each other for a few minutes before their lips met in a hungry kiss.
Bill grabbed at his daughter's breast, kneading and weighting the generous globes in his meaty palms. He pinched each tip until they stiffened, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until he pulled his mouth away from Pia and took turns worshiping each pointed crest until they ached.
"Fuck me, Daddy. I need to feel your cock buried deep into my pussy. God, all day during my classes all I kept thinking about was your cock and how it felt moving in and out of me," she said breathlessly.
"I know how you feel, sweetheart," Bill said as he stood up to unzip his pants, letting it drop around his ankles. "Pia we have to be quiet. I don't want Erma hearing us. Here," he said, handing her his handkerchief. "Put this in your mouth to muffle your moans."
"Honestly, Daddy, you worry too much. The door is lock and besides, I don't make that much noise. Don't forget I get enough practice at home from our nightly sessions," she reminded him.
"Nonetheless, I don't want to take any chance. Just humor me, sweetheart," he said when Pia made no effort to take the handkerchief from him. "Your pussy is so beautiful, baby. I cannot believe it's all mine," he said as he bent down in front of his daughter's splayed legs to place the tip of his cock at the entrance of her private parts.
He eased forward gently, coating his cock with her pussy juice as he moved in halfway before pulling out slightly. Bill closed his eyes to savor the sensation that his daughter's cunt was inflicting on his hard shaft.
Putting her hand between her and her father's body, Pia grabbed hold of his cock and guided the stiffness into her itchy pussy. She hooked her legs over the arms of the couch at the same time reaching around to grab her father's ass, pulling him deeper into her. Pia felt the stiffness of her father's cock as he pumped ferociously away at her cunt. Forgetting to put the cloth in her mouth, Pia moaned out loud at the pleasure her father was supplying her. She turn her head sideways and whispered in his ear.
"Harder, Daddy. Give it to me harder. Yes, that's it," she cried out as pussy and cock came together like two cymbals crashing into the other. Pia lifted her sock-clad legs high in the air; each jerked in the rhythm of Bill's moving body. Loud popping noises reverberated all through the office as Bill's pace increased between his daughter's legs.
"I'm going to spill soon, baby. Oh God, you can't imagine what your cunt feels like around my cock. So soft, so wet. If only your mother's pussy felt this good," he said as his breathing became more shallow.
"Do you think about me when you're with Mom, Daddy?"
"Do you compare my pussy with hers?"
"Oh God yes, but I don't want to. I just can't help myself. Oh baby, I'm getting there," he said as he slammed his cock hard into Pia eager cunt. Just then the door of the office opened and Pia looked up, not at all surprised to find her father's secretary standing at the door. She watched as Erma glanced at the empty chair behind Bill's desk then she watched as Erma's eyes swung to the couch where Bill's heaving bare ass was moving up and down between Pia's legs.
Erma's eyes widen at first in shock, then in disbelief. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that was welding up at the base of her throat. As disgusted as she was, she couldn't look away from the thrashing bodies of her boss and the girl who was his daughter. She glanced up to meet Pia's eyes. 'The little bitch has a smile on her face', Erma thought. Her eyes shifted to Pia's hands, which were pressing deeper into the generous flesh of her father's bum.
"Oh yes, Daddy. Give it to me," Pia moan out loud. "Give me more cock and fuck me harder. That's it, Daddy," she said all the while watching the expression on Erma's face.
"I'm going to explode, sweetheart. I'm going to shoot my seed into your tight little hole right now," Bill said panting, not aware that standing a few feet away was his secretary watching as he pumped his load into his daughter's cunt.
Pia screamed out loud. She spread her legs wider and lifted her buttocks off the couch so that Erma could get a generous view of Pia's pussy being impaled by her father's cock.
"Give it to me, Daddy. Give me all of your sweet cum. That's it, Daddy," she said all the while looking at Erma with glee. "I can feel your stiff cock shooting your warm seed into my eager cunt. Will you eat me afterwards, Daddy? Will you lick my cunt dry until it hurts?" Pia said as she observed Erma putting her other hand over her mouth as though she was about the throw up.
Pia watched as Erma turned around and left the office, closing the door with a noticeable thump.
"What was that?" Bill asked as he raised himself from between her legs. "Nothing, Daddy."
"I thought I heard the door close. You did lock the door, didn't you?" He asked turning to his daughter as he readjusted his clothes.
"Of course I did, Daddy. You worry too much," she repeated, wiping herself clean with a handful of tissues that she pulled from the box sitting on the coffee table. "Besides, even if someone saw us, who are they going to tell? You own the company don't you?" she asked insipidly.
Erma covered her face with a damp paper towel hoping that the coolness would alleviate the scorching heat that penetrated her cheeks. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror her mind kept flashing back to the scene she had just witnessed. She shook her head slightly as though, to release the obscenity of the image from her mind, but to no avail. All she saw in her head was the image of her boss humping between the legs of his daughter. She heaved again, causing her stomach muscles to clench like a tight fist, know that nothing else would come up after depositing her lunch in the toilet earlier.
Signs of conflicting emotions were ever present on her brow as she wondered what to do about the situation she was placed in. She knew she couldn't quit, as she needed her job desperately, but at the same time, she knew that she could not continue to work for Mr. Logan anymore. 'God,' she thinks, 'just saying his name is making my stomach roll again'.
She turned her back to the mirror, leaning her buttocks heavily against the rim of the sink counter. Erma felt as though she was in a nightmare, awake and totally aware. She looked around the bathroom as though seeing it for the first time. Everything to her seemed so bright. The walls were bright, the lights were bright, and even the tiles beneath her feet seemed to sparkle despite the granite like appearance. Everything seemed unreal to her, like she was living in a factitious world where she was being sucked into a vortex of chaos with the inability to find her way back to reality.
If someone had told her last week that today would be the worst day of her life she would have laughed and told them not a chance. She knew she had to get back to her desk, but where her body was willing and able, her mind was not and neither could function properly without the other. The door suddenly opened and Pia walked in. She didn't say anything to Erma. Instead, she walked past Erma and into a stall. Several minutes later, Pia was at the sink washing her hands while Erma shot repugnant glances from the corner of her eyes at Pia.
"How long has it been going on?"
"You mean, how long have I been fucking my father?" Pia asked causally. "Call it what you will, but it is vile and disgusting. How can you look at yourself in the mirror?"
"I just did," Pia said turning away from the mirror to face Erma. "You and your holier than thou attitude. Who are you to judge me?"
"The Lord will judge you, girlie, not me. And Mr. Logan...my God, is he crazy? His own daughter? Does your mother know about this?"
"What if she doesn't? What are you going to do, Erma, tell her?" she suggested with short laugh.
"And what if I do?" Erma said seriously. "Your mother is a fine woman, I cannot see her condoning this kind of behavior. You are a child, Pia. No older than my Susie, for crying out loud. When I stop to think about what I just saw, I want to throw up all over again."
"Then stop thinking about it, Erma," Pia said as she headed for the door. "It'll only give you an ulcer and possibly bust a vessel in your head." "You know what your problem is, girlie? You are too smart for your own good. You are spoiled and used to getting your own way. But not this time," Erma said determinedly, pushing her way past Pia and out the door. "Your mother is going to hear about this. Make no mistake," she said pointing her finger at Pia as she headed down the hall.
Pia watched Erma's stiff back as she made haste down the hall to her desk.. Pia followed at a much slower pace and by the time she reached Erma's desk, Erma was on the phone talking to someone.
"I am fine and the children are doing good."
"Glad to hear it," said the caller on the other end. "By the way, how is Josh doing? Last time I spoke to you, you told me that he was trying out for the football team at the academy," the caller inquired.
"Oh he is fine," Erma told the caller, a glow on her face. "As a matter of fact, he is stopping by today to see me. I'm excited about it because I haven't seem him for quite some time."
At that point Erma glanced up and watched as Pia made her way back to her father's office, shutting the door behind her. Patricia turned inward to prevent anyone from overhearing her conversation to the caller on the phone.
"Mrs. Logan, listen to me for a minute," she said casting quick subtle glance over her shoulder. "Something went on here at the office that I think you should know about."
"What's the matter, Erma, are you sure everything is alright with the kids?"
"The children are fine, Mrs. Logan. What I have to tell has to do with Pia."
"Pia? Oh that's right, she started working at the office today. I'm so proud of her. Tell me, how is she doing?"
"That's just it," Erma whispered quietly into the phone. "You need to talk to her and your husband. What they are doing is not right and it is downright immoral. They are going to burn in Hell for this, I tell you. Burn in Hell."
"Erma, you are not making any sense. What are you talking about?" Erma took a deep breath before she began. "I was sitting out here by my desk earlier, you know, just doing my normal duties when all of a sudden I heard moans coming from your husband's office. You know...like if someone was hurt or something."
"Well anyway, I was concerned so I got up and went to the door. I knocked first. I always knock," she said needing to defend her actions. "I pressed my ear against the door and I didn't hear anything so I thought that maybe I was just hearing things. As I made my way back to my desk I heard it again," she said pausing briefly.
"And so I went back and knocked on the door. When I didn't get a response, I ease the door open slightly. I swear to God, I thought someone was hurt. If I had known what was going on in there I never would have gone near the door. You've got to believe me. Well, anyway what I saw made me sick. It literally made me sick, Mrs. Logan. Your daughter was lying on Mr. Logan's couch with her legs spread wide open and Mr. Logan was between them. Mrs. Logan, I don't know how to tell you this, so I am just going to come out and say it," she said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Your husband and your daughter were having sex on that couch and from what I could gather, they were enjoying it," she expelled, finally glad to get the horrific ordeal off her chest. She expected to hear shock or outrage in the other woman's voice, denial even, but she was met with silence.
Erma whispered urgently into the phone. "Mrs. Logan, did you hear what I just told you?"
"I know that you are probably in shock right now and it left you speechless, but believe me, Mrs. Logan, I know what I saw and as much as it pained me to do so, I had to tell you. There was not way around it." Silence.
"Mrs. Logan, are you there," she murmured forcefully. "Please believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to come to you with this or for that matter, be the one to tell. I have a daughter too you know, and my heart is breaking for you. I wish I never saw it and I wish..."
"That you had kept your big mouth shut."
Erma spun around in her chair to see Pia sitting on the edge of the desk. When did she get here? Erma asked herself and why didn't I hear her? Erma looked up into the smiling teenager's face.
"What happened, Erma? Did you misplace Mommy," Pia question in a satirical tone. "You know, I tried to like you for my father's sake. He thinks you are a dynamite assistant...always punctual, orderly, etc., etc., etc.. He could never say enough good things about you and yet, here you are trying to ruin his marriage to my mother and getting into things that are none of your business."
Erma listened to the woman-child in front of her as she watched Pia swing the telephone cord back and forth in her hands like the hypnotic movement of a pendulum. She wondered at what point did Pia disconnect the line and hoped that at least Mrs. Logan heard enough of what she had to say.
"How dare you interfere with my conversation."
"You were speaking to my mother, Erma. I can't let you tell her about my father and me. Yes, I left the door unlocked because I knew at some point you were going to come in once you heard the noise. I wanted you to see us. Daddy has no idea that you saw us together and he never will. Just like my mother will never find out either because you are not going to tell her."
"How are you going to stop me, Pia? You can watch me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."
"I wouldn't have to. It's quite simple, really," she said leaning forward slightly so that her face was on the same level as Erma's. "I'll just tell Daddy that you are the one that's been dipping into the company funds. I bet you used the money to send that gorgeous son of yours to Westwood Academy. By the way, how is Josh doing?"
All the color drained from Erma's face.
"H-how d-did you," she cleared her throat. "How did you find out it was me?" She asked in a frightened voice.
"You just told me. At first I wasn't sure it was you. Daddy came home one day and told us that someone was stealing company funds but he didn't know who it was. Actually, when you think about it" Pia said hopping off the desk and walking towards her father's office, "How else would you have been able to send Josh to that expensive academy? So you see," she said, her hand resting lightly on the door knob, "I don't think you will be running to my mother anytime soon with your little tale. You stay out of my way while I am here and that means when I am in the office with my father, you don't interrupt, unless of course, you want to watch," Pia said rather pointedly.
Erma knew that her hands were tied. She realized that she couldn't risk going to prison all for something that was none of her business.
"And one more thing," Pia said interrupting Erma's thoughts, "Josh has really filled out nicely, last time I saw him. But I warn you, you fuck with me and I'll fuck your son. I'll have him so pussy-whipped that he won't be able to see straight. I may be young, but I am far from being naďve. My father thinks he controls me and as much as he likes to think that I am submissive to him, he is the one that's submissive to me. I am the one in control," she said triumphantly. "Even though Daddy just doesn't know it yet. And why am I telling you all this? Well, because he is not the one you have to worry about. I am," she said softy.
Erma turned back to her desk after Pia entered her father's office. She knew that her day was shot and she really couldn't concentrate on work anymore. She buzzed her boss on the intercom and told him that she was not feeling well and if she could take the rest of the day off. She was relieved when he said yes. She set her desk right, picked up her bag and left the office.
Her decision to leave early that day would come back to haunt her, for she had forgotten that her son was suppose to stop by.
Bill closed his eyes momentarily as the feel of Pia's mouth on his cock made it difficult for him to concentrate. He reached under the desk and pushed her head deeper onto his swollen member. Even though he thought it was a good idea to have his daughter in the office so that he could fuck her whenever he wanted, it was also distracting, knowing that she was so close and that he could take her anytime he wanted. He felt her take his scrotum in her hand and fondled it as she moved her mouth up and down over his cock.
"That's it, Pia. Work that cute little mouth of yours over my cock. Oh, yes. That feels so good. You know who you belong to, don't you Pia, honey?"
"I belong to you, Daddy," she said raising her shiny, wet face to meet his gaze. "You are all I want," she said hoping that he believed her. "Come up here, honey. I want to fuck you again before you go home." Just then the phone rang and Bill reached over to answer it "Logan," he said curtly into the phone.
"Hi, honey it's me. Sorry to bother at work, but not too long ago I got the strangest phone call from Erma. Is everything okay? She sounded very peculiar."
"I don't know. She left a while ago, said she didn't feel well so I told her to go home."
"Is Pia okay? Erma mentioned that someone was sick. She really wasn't making any sense."
"No, sweetheart, Pia is fine. As a matter of fact she is leaving soon. Would you like to speak to her?"
"No. I'll get all the details of her day when she gets home. Well, if you're sure that everything is okay, I guess I'll see you when you get home. Bye, honey."
Pia crawled from under the desk and straddled her father's lap. "What did Mom want," she asked breathlessly.
"Something about Erma. I can't think right now, I need to fuck you." His cock was stiff and aching with need, but before he impaled her with his shaft, he fingered her pussy for a few moments feeling the soft, warm wetness. His cock seemed to grow harder as he continued to probe his daughter's cunt. Pia whimpered softly as she moved her hips in rhythm to her father's practiced fingers. He finally pulled them out of her aching pussy and guided her down onto him.
She slipped in easily and she sat on his lap for a few seconds before she began to move. Leaning forward, she met her father's lips for a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with his as she moved the lower part of her body up and down on his cock, riding him as she would a horse. "Oh, Daddy, you feel so good. I'll never get enough of your cock," she said raising her hips slightly so that Bill could ram into her more fully.
He wished that he had a mirror in front of his desk so that he could watch as his daughter's pussy rise and fall on his cock. The popping noise of their bodies was keeping in tune with their heavy breathing. Up and down, up and down, Pia rode her father' until they both exploded. Spent, Pia stayed on Bill's lap for several more minutes while they kissed on fondled each other.
"It's going to be so good having you here, sweetheart," he said stroking her hair gently. "By the way, when is your next appointment to the doctor? We can't have any accidents happening?"
"I have enough pills for two more weeks then I'll go to the clinic. Heaven forbid if Mom found out that I was on the Pill," she exclaimed. "Heaven forbid if your mother found out about a lot things. Come on and get up. Let's put ourselves right. It's getting late and you need to get home."
"Aren't you coming with me, Daddy? I thought it would be fun giving you a blow job in the car as we head home."
"Nice idea, sweetheart, but you have kept me substantially distracted all day and I didn't get to do half the things I wanted."
"I could help," she offered.
"I think you've done enough for one day. Now out you go so that I can get some more work done before I head home."
"Can I have a kiss first?"
Bill walked around from behind his desk and pulled Pia into a bone-crushing embrace. They kissed open-mouthed for several seconds before pulling apart, both breathless and shaking with need. "Get out of here before I take you again."
"Would that be so bad?"
"Yes, because you know I am going to pay you a visit tonight and I can't have you sore. Besides, it wouldn't be fun watching Max lick at your raw, swollen pussy if you were in pain. Now go before I change my mind and despoil that tight little cunt of yours again."
"I will see you at home. Would you like me to tell Mom anything for you?" "Tell her I'll be a little late and not to hold dinner. I'll be home as soon as I can."
Pia closed the door behind her and headed down the hall to the elevators when she decided to use the bathroom first. Five minutes later, she was standing at the elevators waiting for the doors to open. She reflected on the events of the day and smiled as she thought of her conversation with Erma earlier.
Still lost in thought, Pia did not see the person stepping out of the elevator and ran smack into a solid wall of flesh. Startled she looked up into the most amazing green eyes that seemed to look into her inner soul. A huge grin appeared on her face as she recognized the new arrival. "Josh," she said, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Hey, squirt. Long time no see," he replied pulling her into a bear-like hug.
"God, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see my mother. Is she here? I know that I am a little late, but you know how the traffic is at this time of the afternoon."
"Oh, you missed her. She wasn't feeling well earlier and decided to go home. With everything that was going on here today, it must have slipped her mind. But anyway," Pia said changing the subject, "How are things with you?"
"I'm fine. Are you on your way out?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm on my way home. I work here part-time now."
"Well, I can give you a lift home, if you like."
"Gee, that would be great!" Pia said enthusiastically.
"Do you mind if I use the bathroom first before we go. I drove straight on without stopping."
"No, not at all. It's down the hall," she said, indicating the direction he needed to take, "And to the left. The men's restroom is the second door on the right."
She watched as he walked down the hall and she turned to lean against the wall next to the elevators to wait for him. Pia couldn't get over how wonderful Josh looked. She made a mental note to call Susie later and pump her for information on what Josh had been up to at the academy. Even though he was only a year older than she was, she wondered if he still saw her as a kid. Boy would he be amazed at her sexual experience, she thought, with a smile on her face.
"What are you smiling about," Josh asked walking up to her.
"Oh, nothing," she blushed.
"Are you ready to go? And by the way, Pia, you looked really good," he said holding her elbow gently as she stepped into the elevator.
"Thank you, Josh. So do you. So tell me," she said turning to face him. "How long are you planning to stay this time?"
"Well," he hesitated briefly. "That's sort of what I wanted to talk to my mother about."
"Oh?" Pia's eyebrows shot up expectantly.
"Yeah, I want to move back home. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's nice and all going away to school, but I miss the people I grew up with and not only that, I know my mother is struggling to make ends meet and she's done so much for me already."
"Like you would not believe," Pia said under her breath.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud."
"So anyway, I'm going to see if she will let me come back home and finish high school."
"Well, if you manage to pull it off, I guess I will see you in school." The elevator doors opened and Josh and Pia stepped out into the underground garage. As they walked toward the car, Pia's mind began working overtime. So far, since she had begun her incestuous relationship with her father, there had been no other guys in her life. Her father's fucking had satisfied her a great deal and she wondered if anyone else's cock would measure up. She glanced up briefly at Josh and wondered what kind of lover he would be. The warning she gave to Erma earlier in the day played in her mind. Even though Pia used the threat of fucking Josh to frighten Erma into keeping her mouth shut, the thought of making a serious sexual play for Josh was more of an appealing concept to Pia than simply using him to keep his mother in line.
As they drove away from her father's office building, Pia began to formulate a plan in her mind. She decided that she would take things very slow with Josh. In the meantime, she knew that she still had her father, whose sexual appetite had grown more and more demanding each day. She wasn't sure yet how she would pull it off, but Pia knew that she would have to keep her emotions intact where Josh was concerned especially in her father's presence.