A Company Man

[storyguy62]

Jeffrey

I reached to take my daughter's hand, and I slowly and teasingly licked her cream off of her finger.

"Mmm, my daughter does taste good enough to eat," I growled, "but there'll be time enough for that later."

I knew that the only other person who could see what the camera was recording was Jacob Llewelyn, and letting him watch our incestuous coupling right there in CIA headquarters was the least I could do for my old boss and friend.

I began to squeeze Miranda's breasts, feeling her erect nipples even through her clothes, and I whispered, "With the camera going, let's make a movie called 'The Spy Who Fucked Me'."

With that, I placed my hands on her hips and easily lifted her out of her chair, lowering her onto my cock. Her dripping pussy again squeezed my cock divinely, and I began thrusting steadily into her.

I whispered, "That's right, Miranda, take your Daddy's cock deep and fuck it."

Then I looked over her shoulder at the camera and winked.

 

[KHAN-E]

Miranda

"MMMmmm!!!" I moaned as I slid my hot, wet pussy down the length of Daddy's hard, throbbing cock.

I began to ride him, rising slowly until just the head of his prick remained inside my creamy cunt. Then rapidly pushing back down to take evey inch of his prick into my horny twat. Again and again I repeated the movement until my pussy was throbbing for release.

"Oh, Daddy dear, fuck me!" I cried. I looked into the camera, hoping our audience was enjoying the show.

I began to ride Daddy harder and faster. I was nearing an orgasm that I knew would be massive.

"I'm going to cum all over your big, thick prick, Daddy! Cum with me!! Shoot your load in me!!!"

 

[storyguy62]

Jeffrey

I kissed my daughter wetly and hungrily as the tremors of her pussy pushed me over edge and I joined her in cumming, my cock firing deep into the pussy I helped bring into the world.

Collapsing back in the chair, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me until she was leaning forward on my chest, her head nestled on my shoulder as my cock began to soften within her.

"I take it this means you don't regret what Pablo and Omar forced us into," I said with a grin. "If they lived through the attack, maybe we should send them a thank-you note."

 

[KHAN-E]

"I don't regret it at all, Daddy. But if they lived through the bombs I want to hunt them down and eliminate them. With extreme prejudice. Just because they are scum."

I kissed Daddy deeply and passionately, hoping he could feel my love and my lust for him. I settled into his arms. Turing my head I winked at the camera.

I felt very relaxed, very safe, and very well-fucked.

 

[storyguy62]

Jeffrey

I was beginning to think about whether we had time to put another show for Jacob when we both heard voices coming down the hall and Maria's unmistakable sultry laughter. I lifted Miranda off my lap and quickly zipped up my pants while she smoothed out her skirt. By all appearances, we were sitting next to each other, waiting innocently as the door opened.

"Ah, Logan, there you are," said Stanley Colfax, our resident stuffed shirt intelligence analyst as he led Maria into the conference room. "I'll be recommending that your friend here receive expedited resident alien status. All we need is a secure place for her to stay while the paperwork goes through channels and so forth."

"Daddy," Miranda said, "There's no reason she can't stay with us, is there?"

"None that I can think of," I answered, and turning to Stanley, I asked, "Do you have any objection to that?"

He thought for a moment then said, "Well, seems a bit out of the norm but, no, I don't object. You're a senior agent, so I'll turn her over to you."

At this point, he tilted his head and sniffed a little. Anybody else would've probably recognized the smell of sex. The look on Maria's face said that she certainly recognized it, but this was Stanley.

"Odd smell," he said, pulling out his pocket planner. As he began to write in it, he muttered, "Got to remember to speak to maintenance about the ventilation systems." Then snapping the planner shut, he said, "Talk to you later, Logan," and with a brief nod to Miranda and Maria, he left.

"Ventilation systems? Is he for real?" Maria asked as she walked over to us. Without mising a beat, she slid her hand under Miranda's skirt, and my daughter's gasp told me exactly where her hand had gone. She pulled her hand back, one finger extended and wet. She slipped the finger into her mouth and said, "Mmmm, I'd say you've been 'ventilated' very well."

Reaching down to my damp crotch, Maria felt the hardness beginning to build again and whispered, "So how about you take me home and 'ventilate' me?"

Miranda reached around Maria from behind, and slipped one of her fingers into the sexy Latina's wet pussy. Then she whispered, "Only if I don't get to 'ventilate' you first."

With that, we left the conference room and headed for home. Wherever the road ahead was going to lead, I suspected it wasn't going to boring.

***NOT THE END, MERELY THE END OF THE BEGINNING......***