Subject: Dad's Office Christmas Party (MF, incest, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: December 15, 2007

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Summary:

It was suppose to be just another typical brief office Christmas party where 
lunch is catered, a few gifts handed out, Christmas music plays, and maybe an 
appearance by Santa.  You never know who you’re going to meet at such gatherings 
– or what you’ll do with them.

Table of Contents
   Chapter 1 – Getting the Party Started
   Chapter 2 – Meeting Agas
   Chapter 3 – Agas Fucks Me in My Dad’s Office
   Chapter 4 – 


Chapter 1 – Getting the Party Started 
=====================================

My dad is a lawyer for a legal firm in Pittsburgh, specializing in corporate 
law, whatever that is.  All I know is it’s nothing like Boston Legal and 
incredibly boring most of the time.  I’m not complaining, my dad is a senior 
partner and made plenty of money to spoil me when I was growing up (and I’m 
still growing up, ay least according to him).  Every year his office has a small 
Christmas party.  For the past several years I was away at college when they 
were held and so I couldn’t attend.  I DID manage to make it to a few of the 
bigger bashes where the wives and significant others celebrate at some downtown 
hotel ballroom.  Usually I found a way to celebrate in ways a few of the wives 
might not have approved of had they known..

This year the office party was being held later than usual and so seeing I was 
home for Winter Break, my dad invited me to come, adding that I might find a few 
of the new attorneys to be pretty hot.  He had this grin on his face when he 
said it, as if he was holding back some important information.  However, try as 
I might (and I have my ways when it comes to getting my way with my dad), I 
couldn’t get him to confess so it must have been something pretty good.  Well, 
there was only one way to find out!

The party was scheduled during lunch as nobody wants to interfere with those 
precious billable hours.  It was a cold winter’s day so I decided drove downtown 
for once rather than fool around taking the small train transit (the “T”) and 
dealing with walking around downtown.  The office building where my father’s 
firm is located has a parking garage underneath so it was easier to just park 
and take the elevator on up.  I arrived a few minutes before lunch and just 
walked in as there was no receptionist at the front desk.  Evidently the 
festivities had already begun!

I found quickly that the party was centered around the largest conference room.  
It was filled with people and the buzz was enough to almost drown out the 
forlorn boom box in the corner as it cranked out some old Christmas classics.  
My dad must have spotted me before I saw him as the next thing I knew he was 
hugging me and wishing me a merry Christmas.

“Hey honey, glad you could make,” he said as he released me before it started to 
look awkward, “Here, let me put your coat up for you.”

I unbuttoned my long winter coat and allowed him to slip it off my shoulders.  
As it dropped down my arms to reveal my outfit I heard him whistle behind me.

“Now THAT’S an outfit guaranteed to bring some holiday cheer!”

I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I knew he would like it when I picked it 
out this morning from my closet.  I recalled standing in front of my closet, 
naked and still a bit damp from my shower, debating what to wear.  It was 
tempting to go with the elf costume I had worn at a previous Christmas party.  
It showed off my body, especially my legs, but I hated to wear the same outfit 
twice, especially to the same group of people.  After pulling several outfits 
out and returning them to the closet, I finally settled on something I knew my 
dad would like.  Actually my dad likes anything that reveals my legs and shows 
off my boobs so it wasn’t THAT hard to choose.

“So I take it you like my skirt daddy?” I teased him in a low voice that the 
others wouldn’t hear.

“Like it?  You know damn well better than that.  I LOVE it!  Where did you pick 
up that cute little number?  I haven’t seen you wear it before.”

Actually, I’d bought it months ago when the fall clothes first came out.  It 
included a lightweight tartar skirt that came about half-way to my knees with a 
white cotton cami with a red button-up, long-sleeved sweater over it.  The cami 
was skin tight and without the sweater, would have been a bit over-the-top for 
this type of setting as my nipples poked through it like it was Saran wrap and 
the darkness of my areola was plainly visible.  Even though I wore the sweater 
unbuttoned, it was still enough to cover my such that I was “decent”, at least 
using my definition of the term.  Under the skirt was a black thong.  It wasn't 
one of my more revealing ones as it actually had enough material in the rear to 
allow it to cover most of my ass crack.  A pair of 4 inch sling-back heels 
finished off the outfit.  A pair of pantyhose would have probably made my legs 
look better being it was December, but other than not being tan I thought they 
looked good enough go bare.

“So... what are we hiding behind here?” he used as he pulled my sweater to the 
side, revealing my boobs, “A little snug, don’t you think?  And transparent 
too!”

The tone of his voice made it easy to recognize he wasn't critiquing me, not by 
any means.  He quickly replaced the sweater before anyone caught he ogling his 
daughter’s boobs.

“Yep, nice outfit... hot but just enough to keep it wearable in public.”


Chapter 2 – Meeting Agas
========================

My dad put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the conference 
room.  Most of the people there knew me, even if it had been a few years since 
I’d seem a number of them.  A few new faces stood out in the crowd.  My dad 
introduced me to most of them and then we came upon a gorgeous specimen who he 
referred to as “Agas”.  He had a Russian type of accent and a rather rough-hewn 
face that was handsome nonetheless.  Apparently his real name was about twenty 
letters long and had been immediately shortened upon starting work to something 
more easily pronounced.  What stood out the most for me was his height.  Damn, 
he must have been at least 6’6” or more!

Agas shook my hand and then introduced me to the beautiful woman by his side.  
Tonya was almost as tall as Agas and he introduced her to me as his fiancé.  
Tanya was apparently an American citizen whereas Agas was not.  A more cynical 
person may have viewed their marriage as one of convenience for Agas in terms of 
getting his citizenship but they seemed to be in love so even if such a 
situation WAS true, it appeared to be a side benefit and not the deciding factor 
for the upcoming nuptials.  Did I mention Tonya was gorgeous?  Tall and thin as 
a rail, she wore a stylish black dress that hugged her figure and revealed the 
vast majority of her long shapely legs.  All-in-all, the two of them made a 
great looking pair.

My dad moved me on to the next people to be introduced to but I couldn’t help 
but notice Agas’ eyes following me as I walked away.  For a brief moment I 
thought perhaps Tanya was looking as well but I put it down as just a 
coincidence.  

“Agas may be engaged but don’t let that fool you,” my dad chuckled, “I’ve 
already had two secretaries complain and threaten to file a sexual harassment 
suit if he doesn’t stop looking down their blouses.  Apparently he comes from a 
slightly different culture when it comes to dealing with women in the 
workplace.”

Before he could say about it any more, we were up to the next group of people 
and I was shaking the hand of the newest partner and his intern.  For the time 
being I put Agas and Tonya out of my mind.

As I would have expected, everyone body was really nice to me, just as they 
always had been over the years when I would visit my dad’s office.  Although I 
knew I looked pretty good in my slinky outfit, I was under no illusion that it 
was my good looks that caused them to act that way.  Being the daughter of one 
of the senior partners was enough to get most anyone to kiss ass a little – 
figuratively that is.  More than a few gave me some looks that might have been 
deemed “inappropriate” by someone who didn’t appreciate them as much as I did, 
but by and large most of the guys behaved themselves.  It was one of the things 
I noticed over the years that as a teenager the men seemed more willing to flirt 
with me whereas now that I was in my twenties it was as if they were afraid to 
do it anymore.  It was like it was no longer just goofing around but perhaps a 
bit too serious now that I wasn’t a kid.

After being there about twenty minutes or so I was finally able to get a few 
minutes to myself – or so I thought.  To my surprise, Agas appeared at my elbow, 
sans Tonya this time.

“Do you mind if I talk to you a minute Kelly?”

“Sure,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders as if I didn’t think it was any big 
deal - which I actually didn’t at the time.  I turned to face him, waiting for 
him to say whatever was on his mind. 

“Sorry, I meant something a little less... public,” he said meekly.

I looked at him sharply, wondering what he REALLY meant.  He pointed me towards 
the main office area which was vacant now as everyone was in the conference 
room.  We moved to an out-of-the way corner and he started to say something but 
then stopped, as if unsure about what he had to say to me.

“Well, what is it that you wanted to ask me, Agas?”

“Ummmm... you know I’ve only been here a few months so I’ve never had a chance 
to meet with you before,” he finally managed to get out.

“Well, I guess you’ve met me now then, right?” I said, trying to sound light-
hearted but wondering what this was all about.

“Ok then... it seems there are some rumors here about you, you know what I 
mean?”

Of course I knew what he was most likely referring to and that was my flirting 
around the office.  I didn’t think even for second that he’d gotten anyone to 
confess to him what more “interesting” things I’d done at the office.

“Oh?  What kind of rumors would they be, Agas?”

“Ummmm, how do I say this?” he stammered, “That you like to be friendly with 
some of the men here, you know what I mean?.”

Again, I had a pretty good idea what he was talking about – “friendly” was 
obviously just his way of saying flirting.

“What’s the big deal Agas?  Heck, I like to be friendly with all the guys in the 
office.”

Agas looked shocked, as if I had said something totally unexpected.

“ALL of the men?” he repeated back as a question, “You mean to say that you have 
had sex with ALL the men in the office?”

“Whoa big boy!  Who said anything about sex?” I fired back immediately, “I 
thought by ‘being friendly’ you meant flirting and that sort of thing.”

“I’m so sorry, I should have said it better,” he apologized, “Let me start over, 
OK?  I meant to say that you have had sex with some of the men here before, 
yes?”

Well, there really was no point in denying it.  Plus, if nothing else maybe he 
would tell me more about what he had heard about me.  I shrugged my shoulders as 
if it was no big deal for me.  Agas’ eye widened and he subconsciously licked 
his lips which seemed to be suddenly dry as a desert.

“What does someone have to do to have sex with you?” he asked, as if he was 
asking what it took to have me make some copies for him or arrange his travel 
plans.  

It was a little surreal, to be honest, and if it had been most anyone else, I 
would have started laughing at him for pulling my leg.  With Agas, though, his 
earnestness and intense demeanor signaled to me he was being 100% honest with 
me.  Damn, he really DID want to know what it took for someone like him to have 
sex with me!  It wasn't like he was treating me like a hooker, wanting to know 
my price for an hour, but rather more innocent and not just a little bit naïve 
in my opinion.

“Well, have you ever considered just asking me?” I replied, not sure how to 
reply but at the same time, unable to keep myself from teasing him a little bit.

Agas took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, as if he was trying to work 
up his courage for whatever he wanted to ask me next.  It wasn't like it was any 
surprise when he finally got it out.

“Will you have sex with me then?”  he said softly, looking around to make sure 
nobody was able to hear him ask me.

“Like... NOW?” I asked incredulously, acting as if his questions was a complete 
shock to me, “What about Tonya?”

“I am not married YET, you know,” he rationalized.  “So it is OK then?  Is there 
someplace we can do it now?”

He must have assumed that since I had done it in the office before that I must 
knew where the more discreet locations were – and he was right.  Of course, it 
didn’t hurt that I was one of the senior partner‘s daughters with access to 
offices he normally never even went in, let alone had a key.

“We could use my dad’s office,” I offered.

Agas’ eyes widened yet even more as he almost choked trying to get the words 
out.

“Seriously?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe I had even mentioned such a 
place, even it may have been in jest for all he knew.

“Sure but we need to hurry up then,” I encouraged him as I started heading for 
the hallway leading to the senior partner offices.  “The party will be over in 
half an hour.”

As I passed by the conference room I saw my dad talking to a group of people.  
He caught me going by and raised his eyebrows, as if he was asking me where I 
was going.  I just grinned and tossed my head just enough toward Agas that he 
got the picture of what was going on.  My dad just grinned and winked at me 
before going back and paying attention to whoever he was talking to.  Actually, 
I was glad he had seen me as now I knew he wouldn’t go to his office and stumble 
upon us until he saw me back again.


Chapter 3 – Agas Fucks Me in My Dad’s Office
============================================

Agas followed close behind as I quickly unlocked the door to my dad’s office and 
stepped out of the deserted hallway. As soon as we were both inside I closed the 
door quietly and made sure that it was locked securely.  I walked straight to 
the front of my dad’s desk where I  leaned forward until I was holding myself up 
with one arm while I reached behind me and lifted my skirt, exposing most of my 
tight ass for Agas to see.  Spreading my legs, I could feel my thong pulling up 
tight between my pussy lips and I knew Agas had to be seeing just about all of 
me that there was to see below the waist.  At first he just stood there and 
stared so I “encouraged” him by wiggling my butt and calling him over.

“Well Agas, are you just going to stand there and stare like an idiot or are you 
gonna fuck me?  We really don’t have all day you know.”

Somehow I don’t think this scenario was what Agas had envisioned.  Honestly, I 
didn’t know WHAT he was expecting but I was pretty sure it wasn't anything where 
I would so openly display myself and be so eager to have him fuck me.  I flipped 
my skirt up over my back and pulled my thong to the side, giving him a better 
look at my bare wet pussy.

“C’mon Agas, you gonna fuck me or not?” I sort of whined to him, as if I was 
becoming a bit frustrated which in truth, I was. 

Agas moved in behind me and I could hear him fumbling with his belt and pants, 
dropping them to his ankles but keeping his shoes on which made it impossible 
for him to take them off completely.  It didn’t matter as if things went as I 
expected, he wouldn’t need to move from that spot anyway.  I looked around to 
the back of me and I saw he had his stiff dick in his hands, already looking 
nice and plenty hard for me.

“Mmmmm, your dick looks so hot Agas,” I purred, “Now put it in me…. please!”

There was no way an hour ago Agas could have in his wildest dreams envisioned 
that he would be in the position that he was sin right now.  Obviously he had 
learned about my reputation from someone and maybe even fantasized about how I 
might react but I would have taken some pretty good bets that none of his 
fantasies had been as hot as the real thing was turning out to be.

I turned my head back forward again and stood there, waiting impatiently for him 
to shove his dick in me but nothing happened.  He certainly hadn’t been shy 
about dropping his pants but suddenly he seemed to be a little uncertain about 
actually carrying out his fantasy.  Perhaps he had never expected it to really 
go this far.  Was he waiting for me to snap my legs shut and tell him it was 
just a joke, that I had no intention of going through this and I was just 
leading him on to see what a fool I could make of him?  Maybe thoughts of Tonya 
were holding him back.  Was he as flippant about his promise to marry her as he 
had tried to make himself out to be?  Maybe a little guilt was creeping in now 
that he was actually about to DO something rather than just jerk off thinking 
about it?

Whatever the reason, I was horny as hell and all I really care about at the 
moment was having a nice warm dick in me.  As much as it might bruise poor Agas’ 
ego should he find out, I really didn’t give a damn about him except for that 
stiff object projecting from his hairy crotch.  Given the type of party and the 
location, I hadn’t really expected to get laid today.  Sure I knew there would 
be a lot of teasing and flirting, but actually getting some dick was not 
something I had seriously anticipated.  Not that I would turn it down if the 
opportunity arose (as I was proving now), it was just not something I would have 
gone home all broken up over had it not happened.  Now that the opportunity WAS 
here though, I was getting tired of the fooling around and my throbbing pussy 
was getting a bit impatient as well, to say the least.

“Damn Agas, what’s wrong with you?  I thought you wanted to fuck me?” I whined.

“I... I just don’t think I can do this,” he said in a small voice, almost like a 
little boy afraid to climb the rock wall at the fair after bragging to all his 
friends that he could do it.

Well, he wasn't going to get off THAT easy, not after getting me this worked up.  
There was no way I was letting him out of this office without fucking me… no way 
in hell!  I turned around and pushed him backwards.  He almost fell as his pants 
were still wrapped around his ankles but he managed to keep his balance and not 
kill himself as he stumbled a few steps backwards.

“Nooooo... I don’t think so Agas.  You’re going to fuck me – just like you 
promised,” I said with a determined tone as I gave him another shove, harder 
this time.  

Agas lurched back and then he did lose his balance this time.  Luckily for him, 
the couch was right behind him and he dropped down onto it, his bare ass pushing 
against the cold leather couch cushion.  I dropped my thong to the floor and 
stepped out of, leaving my heels on and lifting up my skirt as I approached him 
on the couch.

“Well, if you’re not going to fuck me then I guess I’m just going to have to 
fuck you,” I informed him as climbed up on the couch.

Once on the couch I straddled his legs and then kneeled with him between my bare 
legs.  He just sat there with his hands to his sides, palms flat on the cushion 
as he didn’t hardly even blink.  Reaching down, I grabbed his stiff dick in my 
hand and pressed it against my warm wet pussy, rubbing my clit with the smooth 
tip of his cock head.  God it felt so good to massage my clit with his dick!  He 
sat there without saying a word as I rubbed his dick up and down my pussy slit, 
making the head slick with the wetness of my pussy.

“So Agas, are you ready to put your dick in me now?” I whispered to him as I 
leaned forward.  For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer but then he 
moaned as if he couldn’t resist any longer.

“Yes... yes I want to,” he said in a hoarse sounding voice.  Then he closed his 
eyes and sighed heavily.

As much as he knew it was wrong for him to be doing this, I knew he wanted it, 
desiring it more than anything at the moment.  It thrilled me to see him 
literally submit to his most base desires, yet another man unable to resist his 
lust when faced with circumstances he had only fantasized about before.

Positioning his rock hard dick directly under my crotch, I slowly lowered myself 
down onto him, feeling his cock head push its way into me, forcing my pussy to 
spread pussy apart.  God I loved the feeling it give me when a man’s cock 
violates my pussy for the first time!  Once he had the entire head in me I 
paused and wiggled my ass a little, making him move around just inside of me, 
stimulating me just the way I knew we both liked it.  Then suddenly, without 
warning, I quickly dropped down onto him, although not in one swift movement but 
slowly and deliberately, twisting my ass in circles as I took more and more of 
him inside of me.  Finally I was able to put my entire weight on him, driving 
his dick into me as far as it would go.

“Mmmmm, I love your big dick in my pussy Agas... I love fucking you,” I 
whispered again, barely loud enough for him to hear me.

He kept his eyes closed but his hands finally moved from the his side and he 
grabbed my ass, one cheek in each hand.  It felt good as he squeezed my tight 
ass and I started to rock on his dick, grinding my pussy into his hairy crotch, 
rubbing my sensitive clit against him.  I put my hands on the back of the couch 
on each side of his head and started to stroked his dick in and out of me, 
raising my hips until he was about half-way out of me and then dropping back 
down again until I was pressing hard against his crotch.

“Look at me Agas... open your eyes and look at your dick in me.  It looks 
wonderful buried in my pussy, don’t you think?”

Agas finally opened his eyes and he looked down at his lap where his dick was 
being swallowed by my pussy.  Then he smiled and I knew he was loving it as much 
as I was.

“So tell me Agas, does Tonya fuck you like this?” I taunted him, “Does her pussy 
feel as tight as mine? Does she like to ride it like this?”

For just a moment I thought maybe I had said something wrong or over the top.  
His face went blank for just an instant, as if for a brief moment his mind 
cleared and he realized what he was doing, remembering that his loving fiancé 
was literally just a few doors down the hallway.  Then as fast as it appeared, 
the empty look disappeared, replaced by the one so typical of any man in this 
situation.  Agas was no different than most men.  Put his dick in your pussy 
and he didn’t care about anything else.

“God this feels so good!’ he gasped as I felt him starting to hump his hips 
under me, matching my rhythm.

“Tell me Agas... does Tonya fuck you like this?”

Agas groaned again, but this time it sounded more like frustration than anything 
else.

“God no, she won’t even let me fuck her until we’re married... not even a damn 
blowjob!”

Now THAT was a revelation indeed!  No wonder the poor guy was so horny. Although 
I respect a girl’s wishes should she want to remain a virgin until she is 
married, I have never understood the rationale behind it.  I once had a roomie 
in college who wouldn’t even masturbate because she considered that “sex” and 
she was “saving herself” for marriage.  Just seems ridiculous to me I guess.  
What does your past sex life have to do with the man you want to marry?  If you 
both love each other enough to get married, then who cares who you fucked 
before!

I knew we had already been gone long enough from the party that people might be 
wondering what happened to us.  Tonya may be getting curious as to where Agas 
had disappeared to but I was confident she had no idea whatsoever what the REAL 
reason was that was keeping her fiancé away from the party.  In any case, it 
would be best to get this over and get back to the party before someone DID 
start looking for him.

“Cum for me Agas,” I moaned softly, riding his dick like I was riding one of 
those mechanical bulls at a cowboy bar, “I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“No!  Let me cum on your face,” he protested, “I can’t cum in you... I just 
can’t”

Well there was certainly no physical reason why he couldn’t cum in me so I 
figured it was more guilt than anything else behind what he was saying.  Like it 
was somehow not less cheating on Tonya if he fucked me and pulled out than to 
stay in me and give me his cum.  Yeah right.

“No way,” I came back to him, “I’ve got you right where I want you.  Cum in me 
dammit, cum in me NOW!”

Although there have been a few times when I wish it was different, one of the 
great things about men is that they can’t control their orgasms.  They can 
protest and pretend that they don’t want to do something, but in the end their 
dicks always betray them.  Agas sight SAY he didn’t want to cum inside of me but 
his cock wasn't getting the same message.  When it came to a man’s lust and 
horniness, I always trust his penis over his head.

Agas was pushing himself into me even faster and harder now whether he 
consciously realized it or not.  Instinct and lust were driving him more and 
more.  Fortunately, the closer he got to his orgasm the less his rationale side 
intruded.

“Oh god, YES” he groaned as he lifted his hips high off the couch, driving 
himself into me as deep as he could.  I knew what was happening so I stopped and 
focused on my pussy and his dick that was penetrating me so deeply now.

“That’s it Agas, cum in me... give it to me,” I said one final time as I could 
tell he was still struggling to hold himself back but it was futile, his dick 
loved being in my pussy and it was about to explode in me any second, whether he 
wanted it to or not.

“Ahhhhhh!” he groaned as he dropped and then thrust himself into me, firing his 
first load into my waiting pussy.  

Again and again he repeated that move, dropping down and then thrusting himself 
up into me as his cock shot out yet another load of warm sperm into me.  It was 
like he was trying to not just cum in me, but to mate me was well.  He was 
trying to shoot it as deep inside of me as he could.  Eventually he ran out of 
cum and he collapsed in the couch.  I stayed on top of him, feeling his warm 
dick throbbing inside of me.

Yet again Agas demonstrated he was no different than so many other men I’d 
fucked.  Once his orgasm was over it was like someone threw cold water on him 
and he awakened to his situation.

“Oh my god, we have to get back to the party,” he gasped, looking at his watch.  
I still had his dick in me and would have preferred to keep it that way for a 
while if possible.

“Awwww, don’t you want to fuck me again Agas?” I teased him. I knew there was no 
way that was going to happen but it was fun to push him a bit.

“C’mon Kelly, get off of me,” he said rather brusquely.  It was a bit odd to 
hear that from a man whose dick may be dwindling but was still planted firmly in 
my soaking wet pussy!

Reluctantly I lifted myself up and I could hear as well as feel when his spent 
dick flopped out of my pussy, followed by some of his sperm as it started to 
drain out of me.  I quickly got off the couch and dropped to my knees.

“Well, I’d better clean you off before you go back to the party,” I said 
seductively as I took his head in my mouth and sucked and licked the combination 
of sperm and pussy juices from his hard shaft.  Mmmmm, it tasted so good!

“God you’re even more incredible than they said you were,” he sighed.  Then he 
pushed my head back and stood up saying, “I never dreamed this would actually 
happen.  I figured it was just stories they made up to tease me.   Damn, you 
really ARE a slut, aren’t you.”

I was pulling my thong back on when he said that.  I gave him a look straight in 
his eyes and grinned.  “Well, you didn’t seem to have any problems fucking me so 
what does that make you Agas?”

This time I DID push the wrong button.  His shoulders drooped and suddenly it 
was like he couldn’t get dressed fast enough.

“What’s the matter Agas, didn’t you like fucking me?” I asked, “I loved it when 
you put your cum inside of me.”

“I can’t believe I did that,” he mumbled, more to himself to me.  

It didn’t really matter a bit to me how he felt NOW.  What had really mattered 
to me was how he felt earlier when faced with the choice to either fuck me or 
not.  THAT decision was what showed how he really felt.  THAT was the moment 
when he had to decide whether I was worth it or not, whether I was hot enough to 
make him do something he might regret now for the rest of his life.  There was 
just something about knowing I was now permanently etched into his memories.  
Even if we never met again he would never forget what he had done to me here in 
my dad’s office.  There was just something about it that made me feel incredibly 
sexy and naughty.

“You better go first,” I told him as I unlocked the door, “I'll be there in a 
few minutes.”

Agas nodded and finally smiled at me again as he left.  He didn’t try to kiss me 
and I realized that he never had the entire time we’d had sex.  For that matter, 
he didn’t even hardly touch me at all except for my butt.  Oh well, I guess what 
counted was that his dick HAD touched me – and as intimately as it possibly 
could.  THAT was what counted most in my book.

As I waited for a couple of minutes I checked myself over.  It was a good thing 
I was wearing a black thong as I could feel his cum dripping from me and knew 
the crotch of the thong must be getting soaked between his cum and the wetness 
of my pussy.  It was tight in the crotch and my clit was practically burning up 
as the pressure against it kept stimulating it, even without any deliberate 
effort by myself. When I finally returned to the party, my dad saw me enter and 
he pulled me over to the side.

“I take it someone’s been a VERY naughty girl?” he said in a barely audible 
voice.  He didn’t wait for me to answer.  “Let me guess... is that why poor 
Tonya’s been looking all over for her wayward fiancé?”

I smiled at him and he knew instantly he had me pegged.

“You really ARE something else, you know that don’t you?” he sighed, “How am I 
ever going to get him to keep his hands off the secretaries now?”

We both laughed and hugged for a moment.  It was already well past lunchtime so 
the party was starting to break up and the admins began cleaning up the 
leftovers.  My dad gave me yet another hug and said goodbye as it was time for 
me to leave.  He walked me to the elevators and then looked around to make sure 
nobody was within eye or earshot.

“You know I’m going to want a full report when I get home,” he said, as if I was 
one of his interns working on a briefing paper for him.

“Don’t worry daddy, would it be OK if I SHOWED you what I did with him?” I 
teased him as the elevator door opened.  

He kissed me on the cheek and I walked in and pushed the button for the parking 
garage.  I blew my dad a kiss as the door closed and then leaned back against 
the back wall of the elevator.  On the way down it was like it stopped at every 
floor and it took forever to get to my floor.  As the people came and went I 
could feel my pussy tingling.  Was it my imagination or could I smell the sex on 
me?  If I could smell it then certainly the other people in the cramped elevator 
could, especially the women.  Oh well, who cared?

Back in my car, the first thing I did was pull off my wet thong.  The crotch was 
soaked and I didn’t want to drive home with it that way and get all chapped.  I 
tossed it on the seat next to me, forgetting that I still had to pay the 
attendant on the way out.  As he handed back my change I saw him looking across 
to the passenger seat where my thong was sitting out in the open.  He didn’t say 
anything and neither did I but I think we both knew what was under my skirt (or 
should I say, was NOT under my skirt)!

As I drove him I thought about my dad back at the office.  Was he as horny as I 
was thinking about what we would be doing as soon as he got home tonight?  Was 
he masturbating in his office, just as I was now driving through the tunnel to 
get back home?  Well, in just a few hours I’d find out.  Something told me dad 
wasn't going to be late from work tonight!

THE END


  

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