Subject:     Dad's Office Christmas Party
Story Codes: MF oral exhib
Diary Date:  December 15, 2007
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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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
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   Chapter 1 – Getting the Party Started
   Chapter 2 – Meeting Agas
   Chapter 3 – Agas Fucks Me in My Dad’s Office 


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, at 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 anymore, 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?”

“Ummmmm... 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?”

“Ummmmm, 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.

“Mmmmmmm, 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.

“Noooooo... 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.

“Mmmmmmm, 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.

“Awwwwww, 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.  Mmmmmmm, 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