8 comments/ 93198 views/ 38 favorites My Daughter Interrupts My Work By: 8letters This story is meant to be light, almost humorous. Compared to my other stories, it is shorter and has less character development. Enjoy! ***** I was putting my shirts away in my closet when a call came in on my secure phone. I said my security phrase to the voice recognition app and it allowed me to receive it. "Red Tiger," I said. "Green Hawk." I recognized the voice of my co-worker. When you work at my level of security, everything is strictly on a need-to-know basis. My co-worker didn't have a need to know my name and I didn't have a need to know his, so we used nicknames. Our nicknames were a color and then an animal. "I'm seeing unusual activity on Polaris," continued Green Hawk. "I'm seeing network activity coming in, but I can't tell the source." Polaris was the main network of the US Strategic Command. Strategic Command was located at Offutt Air Force Base in Nebraska and was responsible for all of the US's strategic ordnance, be it on subs, bombers or missiles. Those weapons included conventional bombs as well as nukes. Strategic Command also had a mixed bag of smaller programs such as missile defense and worldwide surveillance and reconnaissance. I helped to keep Strategic Command current against cyber threats and assisted when cyber attacks were launched against it. "I'll remote in and see what I can see," I said. I left my bedroom and went down the hall to my office. I fired up my mini-supercomputer. It was the size of a small refrigerator and had the computation power to crack almost any decryption task I threw at it. As soon as I turned it on, I got a "Password" screen. I took the retinal scanner out of my pocket, held it to my eye and pressed a button. It verified my retinal pattern and gave me a four digit code. I added that to my memorized four digit security code and that got me past the first password screen. I pulled out my secure phone, said my security phrase again to get another four digit code, which I combined with my security code to get past the second password screen. My computer booted up. I started a chat session with Green Hawk. Red Tiger: I'm up and remoting in now Green Hawk: OK It took another round of retinal scan and voice recognition to get connected to a computer on the Polaris network. Once in, I launched tools for monitoring the Polaris network. It was late on a Saturday night and there wasn't much activity. Most of the offices at Offutt would be empty. A stream of data was moving on Polaris, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from or going to. It wasn't a cyber attack, but it was still disconcerting. Red Tiger: I see it. I will track it down Green Hawk: OK Blue Fish: I don't like this. I am going to get others involved Blue Fish supervised Green Hawk and me. The chat window would be how we communicated unless one of us felt the need for a conference call. The network activity wasn't going out to the Internet. It didn't seem to be going to another PC. I guessed that it was a connection from a PC to another network. I finally pinned it down - it was talking with the Antares network. Antares was an ultra-secure network that was supposed to be isolated from all other networks except for tightly controlled gateways. This was a major breach of security. "Daddy!" I was stunned to hear a human voice. I had been alone in my apartment. I spun around in my chair to see my daughter Jillian in the doorway of my office. I was surprised and more that a little annoyed to see her there. I hated it when she interrupted me while I was working. I almost yelled for Lisa to come deal with Jillian, but my wife wasn't here as we had recently separated and I had moved into this apartment yesterday. "What are you doing here, Jillian?" "You gave me the key," she said with a tone of exasperation. I had given her the key when I had packed up my stuff at the house. "I called out your name when I came in and you didn't answer. You know how I hate it when you ignore me." "I'm sorry. I was busy with work. I meant why are visiting me instead of going out with your friends?" "Because I missed you, Daddy," she said as she came into my office. She had to stand as I was in the only chair and the only other piece of furniture, my computer desk, was covered with various pieces of computer hardware. "And I did want to go out tonight with friends but I couldn't because I'm broke," she said with a slight pout. "I gave you a credit card two months ago. What happened to that?" I asked. "I maxed it out. I told Mom tonight that it was maxed out and I needed some money. We got into a big fight. I told her that I was going to move in with you. I'm eighteen and she can't tell me what to do anymore." As usual, I felt confused and uncertain when talking to my daughter. Each explanation created more questions than it answered. How did she max out the credit card? What had they fought about? Why did she want to move in with me? What had Lisa told her to do that she didn't like? All my life, women had been a mystery to me but Jillian was a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. "What did you buy to max out your credit card?" I asked. "Clothes!" Her face lit up with happiness. She was breathtakingly pretty when she looked like that. Jillian had enough clothes to dress a small African country - as long as the inhabitants were all 5'9" and built like fashion models. "This store had a great sale and I bought lots of sexy panties and bras. You ought to see them, Daddy." Instantly a picture popped into my head of Jillian posing in pink, high-cut panties and a pink lacy bra that I had seen in the laundry and I could feel my dick harden. "Stop it!", I told myself. My head hurt, as it usually did when I talked to Jillian. I needed time away from Jillian to collect my thoughts. Then I remembered - Antares! "Jillian, I need to do some work. We'll talk more when I finish, okay?" She gave me a little pout. It was so hard for me to say no to her when she gave me that look and she knew it. "Okay, Daddy..." She went down the hallway towards the living room. I spun around to see what I had missed in the chat session. Dropping out of a chat session without notifying the others first was a serious protocol breach. Fortunately, no one had noticed that I had been distracted. I updated everyone with what I had discovered. Red Tiger: There is a PC talking to Antares Red Tiger: Streaming or downloading Blue Fish: Shit. Shut it down Blue Fish: I'll get White Owl to track down the other side White Owl was the network person on-duty at Offutt for Antares. Antares was so secure that only someone physically at Offutt could access it. Red Tiger: IP address of the PC is 192.168.23.156 Green Hawk: Looking up Red Tiger: Data is encrypted. I will crack the encryption Green Hawk: That IP isn't on my list. I will see if it is a new PC This was very bad. So many security violations. Whoever was connecting from Antares to the PC knew too much about how to beat network security protocols. I threw my mini at the stream encryption. I knew it wouldn't take long to crack it. My mini chugged away, trying different types of encryption. Meanwhile, we were up to six people on the chat. The IP address of the PC wasn't listed anywhere, so they were racing around Offutt physically searching for it. White Owl was trying to locate the PC on Antares that was receiving the data and wasn't having much luck. I made some suggestions to White Owl but without seeing the traffic, I couldn't provide much help. By this time, my mini had identified the type of encryption and was now trying different encryption keys. It was close now and I knew soon I would be seeing whatever was being transferred. Finally, it had found the key and cracked the encryption. A window popped up on my computer and I saw... A young girl lapping at the pussy of another young girl. Red Tiger: Someone on Antares is watching porn stored on a PC on Polaris All they had to do was find the idiot and he would get twenty years behind bars to think about the folly of using top secret government computers for watching porn. "Daddy! What are you watching?" I turned to see Jillian in my office, holding a glass in each hand. I had been so absorbed in my work that I hadn't heard her come in. She looked past me to see the two girls going at it on my computer screen. "You shooed me out so you could watch porn, Daddy. How could you!" "It's...It's not like that," I stammered. "I bring you a drink and I catch you watching porn. Don't deny it," she said firmly. She handed me the Coke. "I wasn't watching porn," I said as I tried to defend myself. "I caught someone else watching porn. I-" "I understand men have needs and watching porn is okay with me, Daddy. You don't have to lie about it." She had me totally flustered. Jillian sat down on my lap and turned the chair to face the computer monitor. She hadn't sat on my lap in years. I was embarrassed when I noticed that my hard dick was pressing against her firm, pert bottom. Jillian bent forward and watched the movie for a while. "They're pretty, but I think I'm prettier. Am I prettier?" asked Jillian. "You're definitely prettier," I said. "Though their boobs are bigger than mine. Do you like their boobs better than mine?" I knew I shouldn't be watching the movie, particularly with my daughter. I knew I should tell Jillian to leave. I knew I should be doing more to stop the security violation. But watching the porn movie with Jillian had caused my brain to lock up. "You do like their boobs better than mine," she said with a disappointed tone. "Jillian, your boobs are fine. I like them a lot. It's...They're..." I felt like I should say something to make her happy, but I had no idea what. To stall, I took a big swig of the Coke. I felt the burn of alcohol in my throat. I coughed and almost spit it out. "That wasn't just Coke!" I cried. "I added some rum to it." Her tone was a little sheepish, but not as much as it should have been. This was so wrong. My daughter was sitting on my lap while we were watching porn and drinking rum and Cokes. "I don't have any rum here. Where did you get it?" I asked. Jillian sat up and twisted to face me. She had such a pretty face. Dark brown eyes, long eyelashes, thin eyebrows and a cute little nose. "A friend gave it to me", she said. "I want you to relax, Daddy. I want to have some quality time with you tonight." "And I want to have some quality time with you too. It's...now is a really bad time." I felt frustrated that the conversation was spinning out of my control. "I can understand about the porn, Daddy. I like porn too, though I prefer movies where it's a young girl with an older man. Still, it was very bad of you to send me away so you could watch porn. But I know a way that you can make it up to me." "What's that?" I asked. "You can pay off my credit card." That stunned me for a little bit. Her request seemed over the top, but she was obviously quite serious. "How much do you owe?" I asked. She told me. "Jillian, that's a lot of money." "But I can't do anything fun while it's maxed out! And you want me to have fun, don't you Daddy?" "How are you going to learn financial responsibility if I bail you out?" "I'll do much better in the future, I promise." She sounded so earnest. "Now that I'm living with you, I'll model all my new clothes for you and get your approval. If you don't like them, I'll take them back." Images of Jillian modeling clothes for me came to my mind. Her modeling skirts for me. Her modeling shorts for me. Her modeling panties for me... I snapped out of it. I needed to finish this discussion and get back to work. I wanted to tell Jillian no, but I couldn't do it. Lisa had always been the one to discipline Jillian as I never could. One of the reasons for the break up of our marriage was that Lisa had gotten tired of always being the bad guy. "Look. Okay. I'll pay off the credit card this one time. But I'll closely watch how much you spend from now on and no more bail outs. And you have to give me the time to finish here. Deal?" "Deal!" she squealed and gave me a one-armed hug. It felt so good having her sit in my lap. She was so pretty, so wonderful and I was so proud that she was my daughter. "Now, finish up your drink so I can make you another one," she said. "I shouldn't drink while I am working." "Drink it, Daddy. Soon you won't be working and I want you to be relaxed during father-daughter time." She looked at me, clearly expecting me to obey her. I moved the drink towards her and she moved her hands away so that I couldn't hand it to her. I knew I should tell her to take it, but it wasn't worth fighting over. I drank the rest of the drink and handed her my glass. She spun the chair around and stood up. I watched her as she walked to the door. She had long, thick blond hair that reach down to her waist. She had a perfect ass and her shorts showed off her long, firm legs. I felt a stirring for her that no father should feel for his daughter. It had been five months since Lisa and I had had sex and the forced abstinence made Jillian's inadvertent showing off of her body highly arousing to me. She stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder at me. She had to have noticed I was staring at her body. "And I'll change into my new nightshirt", she said. "I think you'll really like it." She smiled and headed towards the kitchen. I spun around and checked the chat window. They had found the PC with the porn in a copier room. They had turned it off and the network activity on Polaris had gone back to normal. When I had talked with Jillian, it was like the logical part of my brain went into hiding but kept working. Once she left the room, a terrible idea leapt to my mind. Red Tiger: Look for worms on Antares Blue Fish: There you are. We were wondering where you were Red Tiger: Sudden urgent bio break What the logical part of my brain had decided was that this security breach was far too sophisticated to be some bored, on-duty officer figuring out a way to watch porn when no one was around. The computers on Antares were locked down so no unauthorized software could be run on them. It would have taken a top-notch hacker to get something unauthorized running on one of those PCs. Some "friend" had provided that bored officer with the porn-streaming software. And why would a "friend" do that? My guess was that the porn-streaming software also would launch a computer worm designed to cause havoc on the Antares network. A computer worm is a program that self-replicates by distributing copies of itself over a network. If a worm was on Antares, it would infect every computer on it. The PC's on Antares didn't have software to protect them from worms as the network itself was supposed to be secured. White Owl: We have network activity on Antares consistent with a worm Red Tiger: Turn off every computer on Antares Blue Fish: Holy shit Red Tiger: For the love of God, TURN OFF EVERY COMPUTER ON ANTARES Blue Fish: Time to start calling generals I had no idea what the worm was hoping to achieve, but I couldn't imagine a worse place to have a worm on the loose. Who ever had done this was technically brilliant. The Chinese? The North Koreans? Russians? Russian criminals hired by someone with Middle East oil money? What a perfect way to attack the United States without leaving any fingerprints. Red Tiger: What networks are connected to Antares? White Owl: I can't tell you - too classified Red Tiger: Check them to see if the worm is trying to penetrate them Blue Fish: Do it Blue Fish: If the worm gets beyond Antares, we are all in deep shit There was nothing more that I could do. I watched the chat window. Offutt was shutting down PCs as fast as they could. White Owl provided updates as to how many were left on. I was sweating. I was seriously scared. I wished I was at Offutt rather than here in Washington D.C. It was terrible not being able to do anything but wait. "Daddy, it's time for you to stop working." "Jillian, you don't understand. I..." I turned to face her. She was carrying two drinks. She had changed and was now wearing a sheer white nightshirt that hung down to a little below her crotch. The nightshirt clung to her tits. Her areoles and nipples were visible through it, though hazily. Her tits were a little larger than a handful and stood out proudly on her chest. I watched them bob up and down as she moved towards me with a slight sashay. I couldn't take my eyes off them as she walked to right in front of me. I sat there in awe of her beauty until she spoke. "I watched you for a little bit and you aren't doing anything. You're just watching. We need to talk about my car." "Your car?" Jillian didn't own a car. Our house was so close to the Metro and her school that she didn't need one. "I can't live here and get to school if I don't have a car. So I was thinking you would buy me a Lexus." "A Lexus?" My head started hurting again. "I don't have the money to buy you a Lexus. I don't have a Lexus." "Daddy, getting me a Lexus would make me so happy." "A used Honda or Toyota would be fine." Then something hit me. "You can't live with me, Jillian. There is only one bedroom." My apartment was a two bedroom and I had converted one into my office. "You can't sleep in my office." She had finally asked for too much. I was putting my foot down. I needed to show her that I was the parent here and that I was in charge. "Go back to the living room and wait there," I said. "When I am done here, I will take you home. You can't live with me and you don't need a car." I spun around and checked the chat window. The latest news was that the worm had penetrated another network. They were working furiously to shut down the computers on it before something awful happened. Umph! I was so intent on the chat window that I hadn't noticed Jillian moving close to me until she threw herself bottom first on to my lap. The force of her body slamming into mine rolled my desk chair a few feet away from desk and off of the plastic mat on my carpeted floor. "Daddy! Pay attention to me!" She turned in my lap to face me again. When she had hopped on my lap, one of the drinks had spilled on her nightshirt. The area around her right tit was soaked. Where the spill was, the nightgown turned invisible and clung tightly to her tit. Her tit looked perfect to me - just the right shape, so perky and so proud. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. "I can't wear this to bed now," said Jillian. With that, she set the drinks down then grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head. Both of her perfect tits were now visible to me. My eyes were drawn uncontrollably to them. "Do you like my boobs better than those girls' in the porn movie?" "Yes, Jillian." "I went to a lot of trouble to make that drink for you, Daddy. You can't let it go to waste. Lick it off me." With that, she pointed to a spot of skin a few inches above her right tit. I knew I should have put up some resistance, that I shouldn't be seeing my daughter this way. But she was so strong-willed, she clearly wanted this, and it wasn't worth the fight to try to say no. "Lick it, Daddy," she said commandingly. I leaned forward and gave a tentative lick to where she had pointed. It was smooth and soft. I could taste the rum and Coke. Rum and Coke was my favorite drink, but it had never tasted as good as now on my daughter's skin. My Daughter Interrupts My Work "Lick lower, Daddy." Her tone was softer, still commanding but a little sultry. I gave her a bigger lick about an inch above her tit. "Lick lower, Daddy." Her tone was mostly sultry with just a hint of command. I gave her tit a large lick, a little above her areola. I knew I was close to crossing a line and should stop, but I was too far gone. She was in control now. "Lick lower, Daddy." Her voice was thick with sultry lust. I licked a circle around her nipple. I pulled back a bit to admire how excited I had made her nipple. I leaned forward and licked another circle around her nipple, then I took it into my mouth. "Mmmmmm. Yes, Daddy. Suck on my nipple." I sucked on it like I was a baby looking for sustenance. Her tit felt so good in my mouth. The skin was supple and had a youthful elasticity. I could slightly taste the rum and Coke, but I wasn't hungry for that - I was hungry for my daughter. The rational part of my brain broke through and convinced me to stop. I released her nipple and looked at the monitor. I saw the word "missile". Then I was falling towards the floor. Jillian had pulled me out of the chair when I looked away and our bodies were moving downward. She softly landed and as I landed on top of her, she guided my mouth to her left nipple. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. "That's want I want, Daddy," purred Jillian. "That feels so good. Aren't you enjoying paying attention to me?" I mumbled something as I continued to suck on her left nipple. It did feel so good in my mouth. I ran my tongue around her nipple and popped it back in. As I sucked on her left nipple, I moved my hand up to her right tit. I cupped it, hefted it and tried to measure its perfection with my hand. "I so like being my Daddy's girl," said Jillian. When I had landed on Jillian, my crotch had wound up on top of her left thigh. She was now rubbing her thigh against my dick through my shorts. I was hard now, harder than I could ever remember being. It was like all the blood was rushing from my head to my crotch. All I could think of was my daughter's body. Jillian put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down her body. "I want you to make me happy," she said. "Lick lower, Daddy. Lower." I slowly licked and kissed down her stomach. I didn't know what she wanted me to do, but I knew she knew and I let her control me. She moved her hands to the top of my head and ran her fingers through my hair, keeping up the pressure for me to move lower. I kissed further down, passing her pretty little belly button. "Lower, Daddy," she said in a husky voice. Further down she guided me, past the whiteness of her bikini line. She either hadn't been wearing panties under her nightshirt or she somehow slipped them off during our fall as she wasn't wearing any now. She didn't have much in the way of a bush - only an narrow strip about an inch long that was trimmed very short. "Just a little lower, Daddy." Finally, my mouth came to her shaved pussy. I parted her lips with my tongue and took a big lick down one side then back up the other. "Oh, Daddy. That's where I want you to lick. Lick me 'til I cum, Daddy." Her wish was my command. I took long licks at first to acquaint myself with the geography, so to speak. I lapped up some the musky fluids leaking from her pussy. She tasted tangy, with a hint of sweetness. Jillian continued to run her fingers through my hair to give me encouragement and keep me where she wanted me. At first, Jillian only panted as I ate her, but as she got more stimulated, she started making little cries, arching her back and rocking from side to side. I slipped a finger inside of her. She wasn't a virgin, which didn't surprise me. Her mother had put her on birth control long ago because she suspected that someone as sexy as Jillian would one day want to explore sex. I licked and licked while plunging my finger in and out of Jillian. From her cries and movement, I thought she was getting close to cumming. I concentrated my licking on the area around her clit. Sometimes I would circle it, sometimes I would lick down one side of it and up the other. I pumped her pussy with two fingers. Jillian's cries got louder and louder and her thrashings got stronger and stronger until she clamped my head with her thighs and screamed out a cry of pure joy. I withdrew my fingers and waited to see what she wanted to do next. She held me there clenched between her thighs for several seconds then she released me as her legs slowly moved apart. When she had come back down from her orgasm, she lightly grabbed both sides of my head and pulled me up towards her head. "You made me very happy, Daddy. Now I want to make you happy." With one hand, she guided me to move my body over hers and with her other hand, she pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees. I got them the rest of the way off. Once they were gone, she guided my manhood to her pussy. My head was at her opening and then I was sliding into her. She was so slick that I easily buried my full length into her. "Yes, Daddy! This is what I want, Daddy! Now fuck me!" And fuck her I did. She felt wonderful. It had been so long since I had fucked. For the last few years of my marriage, sex with my wife had been the same old, same old. By comparison, fucking Jillian felt like having sex for the very first time. She felt wonderfully tight as I pumped in and out of her. Jillian was quite vocal, crying out "Oh!" every few seconds. She ran her hands under my shirt, sometimes up and down my side and sometimes up to my chest. "Fuck me, Daddy! That feels so good!" It was different fucking on the floor than on a bed, where I had always fucked before. I had my hands on the floor a little above her waist. Jillian rotated her hips up more and wrapped her legs around my arm so the inside of her knees were supported by my elbows. She held her feet well off the ground to give me a good angle. I felt more powerful in this position as it let me really pound into her. "God yes, Daddy! Keep giving it to me!" I didn't say anything. All of my focus, all of my thought, all of my soul was centered on fucking this beautiful woman with everything I had. Sex had never felt so good before. "This is what I want, Daddy! Give me what I want!" Her hair was splayed out behind her like a blond waterfall. She kept her eyes closed with a look of intense concentration on her face. I tried to grope one of her beautiful tits, but I couldn't fuck her with my weight on only one arm. I went back to pounding her with a steady rhythm. "Am I making you happy, Daddy?" she asked. "You are making me very happy," I said. "If I lived with you, I could make you happy like this every night." "I would love for you to make me happy like this every night." "I need a car, Daddy, to live with you. Will you buy me a Lexus?" "Yes, I'll buy you a Lexus." If she had asked for me to buy her the Washington Monument, I would have agreed. By this time, my arms were getting tired and my knees were a little sore. But it didn't matter - I was enjoying this so much that nothing would have slowed me down. Jillian's cries got louder and louder as I continued to pound her. I hoped that she was close. I felt a tingling in my balls and knew that I was about to cum. At the same time, Jillian screamed out another cry of joy. Two more thrusts and I felt my cum flow down my body and out into her. I slowed my pace as I came and came. I was covered with sweat and felt so incredibly good. I eventually came to a stop. Once all of my lust had been expelled into Jillian's beautiful body, the rational part of my mind started working again. What was going on at Strategic Command? I crawled over to my desk and stood up on my knees to read the latest entries in the chat session. Blue Fish: Fourth nuke bird just launched Blue Fish: This one is targeting Berlin Blue Fish: That makes DC, New York, London and Berlin I lived about five miles from the White House. If a nuclear bomb exploded in DC, my apartment building would be reduced to rubble. "Daddy." I turned to face Jillian. She was standing now. Her skin had a slight flush from our sexual workout. Her hair was tousled and spread out around her head like a halo. Her just-fucked look made her even more beautiful to my eyes. "Daddy, let's go to bed in our bedroom. I want to make you happy again." Well, if I had to go, I might as well go out happy. ***** Author's Notes: * A huge thanks to my editor AnnaLinguist and my beta-readers ansdguy and Gunter99 * Please vote and comment! They are my only "payment" for this story * If you find any typos or grammar problems, please PM them to me and I will post a cleaned up version of this story * See my Literotica profile for extended author's notes * I like PM's. If you send one, please have a valid email address on your LitE account so I can reply back if I chose * All my stories are made up out of whole cloth. I am working on some stories that I need more information that I can readily get off of google. If you are willing to help with any of these topics, please PM me. They are: *** Wealthy neighborhoods near Baltimore Inner Harbor *** What happens backstage of beauty pageants for 18 year olds. Who is allowed back there? 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