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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Chris_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Heterosexual_Sex, Parent/Child_Incest, Dirty_Talk, Mild_D/s, Finger
      Sucking, Vaginal_Fingering, Blow_Jobs, Age_Difference, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-18 Words: 1605
****** The Desk Scene ******
by Moit
Summary
     When Allison needs to orgasm, she seeks out her father. He's trained
     her so well.
Notes
     I tagged this as underage to be safe. Allison can be read anywhere
     from 16-19. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
“You’re wet.”
The way he said it wasn’t a question.
Allison shifted, fingers tightening on the doorknob. “Yes.”
Chris removed his glasses and stood up from the desk. He took slow, measured
steps towards his daughter, booted footfalls heavy on the wooden floor. His
large hand cupped Allison’s jaw, tilting her face up so he could see the desire
in her eyes. Keeping her gaze, he dropped his hand to her breast, smearing his
touch lower until he could hike up the hem of her skirt. Allison’s head dropped
back and she let out a soft moan as Chris’ broad fingers found her bare and
moist. His free hand found the small of her back to support her as she arched
into his experienced touch. He dropped kisses onto the pale column of her
throat while he worked her open.
When she was deemed ready, Chris drew his fingers slowly out of her body and
raised them to her mouth. Allison took the digits between her lips, moaning at
the taste of herself on her father’s hand. Gently, he prized his fingers free.
Allison lowered herself to her knees in a practiced motion. Her fingers
unbuckled her father’s belt deftly. She looked up at him for confirmation
before unbuttoning and unzipping his fly to free his rapidly filling erection.
Taking the base firmly in her fist, Allison’s mouth descended upon Chris’s
cock. Her cherry-red lips wrapped around the shaft with ease. Chris remained
carefully composed; the only sounds in the room were the obscene noises coming
from Allison’s mouth and her harsh breath through her nose. Carding a hand
through her hair, Chris gave her reassurance that she pleased him. When she
glanced up, her pupils were blown with arousal, dark irises nearly
indistinguishable amidst a pool of black.
He kept her mouth on his cock long enough to coat him thoroughly in saliva, but
almost long enough that her jaw began to ache from the frantic pace he set.
Finally, he pulled her away with a tug on her long hair that he wound up in
tightly in his fist. Allison sat back on her heels, mouth looking thoroughly
debauched as she awaited further direction.
“Over my desk,” Chris said softly, releasing her hair.
Allison stood, wobbling only slightly on the black slingbacks she wore. The
desktop sat low enough that she had to bend over significantly to rest her
forearms against the cool glass, effectively leaving her skirt-clad ass barely
covered. Her pulse tripped into a faster cadence when Chris laid both hands
against her cheeks and spread her wide, allowing the cool air of the office to
sneak into the damp warmth of her skin. She jumped slightly and lowered her
forehead to the surface of the desk with a sigh when Chris’s tongue followed
the crease of from her clit to her asshole. He held her open with both hands as
he steadily devoured her. His mouth was everywhere at once like one throbbing
muscle of pleasure.
Allison felt herself getting closer to orgasm with each swipe of her father's
tongue. She could feel herself throbbing, begging for it in the movement of her
hips and the scrabbling of her fingers against the shiny wood of the desk. Had
she been given permission, she would have cum at the first touch of his mouth
on her, but she was trained better than that.
When Allison thought it was too much, that she couldn't last any longer, Chris
pulled away. One of his hands skittered down her side, reaching under her
blouse to cup one firm breast. He kneaded the tissue with calloused fingertips.
The pressure of his thumb against Allison's nipple was almost as good as his
tongue against her clit.
Playing with her tits was just a distraction because a moment later, the head
of Chris' cock pressed against Allison's pussy. It was just a tease, and she
gasped as the length of it slid right through the wetness so that the head
bumped against her clit and she was pinned down completely by her father's
body. He was still, heartbeat steady against her back. The only movement was
his thumb against her nipple and Allison wanted to cry out in frustration.
"Good girl," Chris whispered after a moment. He pulled his hips back, only to
slide his shaft forward again, effectively frotting Allison along its length.
Anything--a word--would be enough to make her cum at this point, but teasing
her was his goal, not stroking her to climax. His other hand found her free
breast, and as his thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple, he navigated
his cock to the throbbing center of her pussy. It was a game, pressing the head
ever-so-slightly into Allison's moist heat before pulling back out. Chris timed
the pushes inward with a firm pressure on her nipples, making his daughter gasp
at the combination of both pain and pleasure.
"Do you want this?" Chris asked, licking at the shell of Allison's ear.
"Yes," she breathed, the sound coming out like a hiss.
"Tell me."
"I want it."
He twisted her nipples, pulling his cock completely away from her body, and
Allison whimpered softly at the loss.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that, baby girl. You don't get to
cum unless I've cum, and right now, you're not giving me a very good reason to
give it to you."
Allison let out a hot snort of air through her nose, not unlike a frustrated
horse. "Please, Daddy," she moaned. "Please, I need to cum so bad. My pussy
needs to cum. You haven't fucked me all day." She punctuated the words with a
moan low enough to make Chris' cock twitch against his stomach.
"That's more like it," he said, guiding himself back to Allison's hot snatch.
He pressed in slowly, but deeply, not stopping until he was balls-deep inside
his daughter. "Can you feel that, Allison? Can you feel all of my cock inside
you?"
Allison's only answer was a breathy whimper as she clenched her inner muscles
around her father's cock.
Chris smacked her backside firmly. "I expect an answer when I'm talking to you,
girl."
"Yes, Daddy," Allison replied obediently. "It feels so good inside me."
"Good girl." Chris took ahold of Allison's hips as he began to fuck her
steadily. She struggled for purchase on the desk, but that was one of the
reasons Chris loved fucking her across it; he remained in control.
Allison was making noises like she was going to cum, and her pussy was clamping
down on Chris' cock, but she wouldn't--couldn't--cum without permission. Try as
she might, without her father's words, Allison could fuck all night without an
orgasm.
Before he could get too into the moment, Chris pulled his cock out to admire
his handiwork. He laid a firm hand on each of Allison's asscheeks and spread
them apart to get a good look at her hole. Her pussy gaped obscenely at him,
and the only thing that would have made the view better was his cum running out
of it. But there would be time for that.
Smacking her ass, Chris said, "Turn over. I want to see your face when you
come."
Allison was quick to comply, flipping herself on the desk so that she was
balanced on its edge. Chris stepped forward and sank without preamble back into
her wet clutch. Fucking Victoria was nothing like fucking Allison's tight
teenage cunt. She had the kind of skin that was milky white until you saw her
pussy. From there, it turned a delicious ruby red, engorged with blood and
aching to be fucked. It gave Chris a hard-on just thinking about what Allison's
pussy looked like.
He felt his balls tighten and his orgasm approach. These days, he couldn't go
as long as he used to be able to, so he made up for it by fucking Allison more
often. She was like a bitch in heat, always ready for a good fuck, even if he
didn't let her cum every time. Chris tangled his fingers in Allison's long
hair, sucking her tongue into his mouth as he blew his load deep in her pussy.
It took a few breaths before he was calm enough to pull away. Allison's face
was flushed, her lips full and swollen. Chris' dick twitched with interest,
dismayed that he couldn't have her pussy and her mouth at the same time. He
pulled out and wiped his dick on her inner thigh. She could clean him up
afterwards. She'd been good today, and she deserved an orgasm.
Chris leaned in and gave her another kiss, working his tongue into her mouth
this time. When he pulled away, he whispered, "Rub your clit for me, baby."
Watching Allison touch herself was almost as good as fucking her. It always
made her go red with embarrassment, no matter how depraved her activities with
Chris got. This was always the one that embarrassed her, and Chris loved to
watch the almost shy way she reached one hand down between her spread legs to
manipulate the slippery folds of flesh she found there.
The clenching of Allison's inner muscles caused the cum Chris left inside of
her to leak out, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning down to suck at the
fluid. With his own taste of his tongue, he kissed Allison again.
"Cum for me," he whispered, sending the girl into moaning, writhing orgasm.
They'd repeat this scene at least three more times before the day was out.
 
Fin
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