An hour or so later and the two of them were lying on the floor of his office. All artifice and pretence had been dispensed with; their little game was firmly at an end. Kourtney Greer was no more. This was just Ray and Kim. Father and daughter. Incestuous lovers.
He was lying on his back, she was draped on top of him. Both of them were naked. She was lazily playing with his dick. It was wet and sticky, covered in her cum. And his. He was stroking her back, as she kissed his nipples. First he’d fucked her on the desk, slapping her ass until it was red raw. Then she rode his cock, as he mauled her fat tits.
Both of them were panting, their skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. Their bodies ached. A dull ache of perfect satisfaction. This was a Saturday morning well spent.
“I think you’ve got the job.” He eventually said, breaking the easy silence.
“I should think so, too.” She replied. “Am I the first personal assistant you’ve fucked on that desk?”
“Well, no, actually.”
“Really?” Her interest was suddenly piqued. She paused the leisurely manipulation of his cock, and lifted her gaze to his. “You’ve cheated on Mom?”
“I cheated on Mom five minutes ago. You should know, you were there.”
“No, before me?”
“Sure, although I wouldn’t call it cheating. Your mother and I have an arrangement.”
“An arrangement?”
“Yes, an arrangement. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, my angel, but your old man has certain needs.”
“You mean you like to fuck?”
“I do indeed. And I haven’t always been able to use my teenage daughter as an outlet for those needs.”
“How thoughtless of me. If only I’d known earlier.”
“Yes, if only. Butnever mind that now. Your mother understands, and allows me a certain largesse.”
“We do Spanish at my school. I don’t know what largesse means.” She said, playfully.
“I think you do. But basically, as long as I’m careful, I can indulge myself with other women.”
“That doesn’t sound very fair.”
“I’ve extended her a similar courtesy.”
“You mean Mom fucks around?”
“So I understand. I believe she may have enjoyed certain assignations with other people.”
“You have an open marriage?”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far. It’s certainly ajar.”
“And do you think her largesse would extend to you fucking me?”
“No, I rather fear that may be a bridge too far.”
“Well, it’s a bridge we may have to cross, if I can extend the metaphor?”
“What do you mean?”
“Where are we going long term?”
“Long term?”
“This is all well and good, but am I just going to be your dirty little slut on the side for ever more?”
“Wow. Where’s all this come from?”
Kim didn’t reply. Instead, she stood up and walked to the desk. Ray couldn’t help but look on in admiration at her naked body. He admired too, the total ease and lack of self consciousness as she prowled around the room. She moved like a dancer. Her shapely legs, her washboard stomach, her amazing breasts, her bubble butt, her beautiful face.
God, she’s so stunning, he thought to himself. And I get to fuck her whenever I Goddamn want.
She lifted up his jacket and put it on. It was clearly way, way too big for her, so she had to roll up the sleeves. Then she took his tie and wrapped it round her long, slender neck. Christ, how he loved that neck. Loved kissing it. Licking it. Choking it.
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