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carrington_atlantic) wrote2017-11-01 04:35 pm
carrington_atlantic) wrote2017-11-01 04:35 pm
Family Business [for justlikejezebel]
If you did just about anything today, like charge your phone, ride an elevator, drive your car-- chances are, Carrington Atlantic had something to do with it.
Small companies become large companies, which become corporations and conglomerates, which can become empires. Blake Carrington stands atop one of those empires, controlling massive amounts of the energy produced, transported, and utilized in North America. And like anyone who rises to such heights, there have been people that Blake has had to leave behind. Sometimes, it's been by his own choice, and sometimes not.
Devon's mother actually falls under both categories. A minor affair from Blake's younger days produced a beautiful daughter, and for the first several years of Devon's life, she was thoroughly spoiled and doted on by her wealthy father, even if her mother wanted as little to do with the Carringtons and their empire as possible. Mother and daughter moved across the country without warning, essentially vanishing overnight, and cut all ties until Devon arrived on Blake's doorstep, now a beautiful girl in the bloom of her teens, to let him know that she would be living with him now.
Blake had been overjoyed. Devon had always been Daddy's girl before, and there seemed to be no changing that now. Even when that soon came to mean so much more.
Six in the evening at the Carrington estate, and Blake his tapping away at the laptop on his massive desk in his home office. The door swings open, and before he can look up, he hears it close and lock. A smile breaks wide across his face when he sees it's Devon, just returned from school.
Small companies become large companies, which become corporations and conglomerates, which can become empires. Blake Carrington stands atop one of those empires, controlling massive amounts of the energy produced, transported, and utilized in North America. And like anyone who rises to such heights, there have been people that Blake has had to leave behind. Sometimes, it's been by his own choice, and sometimes not.
Devon's mother actually falls under both categories. A minor affair from Blake's younger days produced a beautiful daughter, and for the first several years of Devon's life, she was thoroughly spoiled and doted on by her wealthy father, even if her mother wanted as little to do with the Carringtons and their empire as possible. Mother and daughter moved across the country without warning, essentially vanishing overnight, and cut all ties until Devon arrived on Blake's doorstep, now a beautiful girl in the bloom of her teens, to let him know that she would be living with him now.
Blake had been overjoyed. Devon had always been Daddy's girl before, and there seemed to be no changing that now. Even when that soon came to mean so much more.
Six in the evening at the Carrington estate, and Blake his tapping away at the laptop on his massive desk in his home office. The door swings open, and before he can look up, he hears it close and lock. A smile breaks wide across his face when he sees it's Devon, just returned from school.
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Another squeal burst from wet lips when Devon hit the desk, flat on her stomach with her hips hiked up high in the air, jolting back and forth with the force of her father's wild, animal thrusts. She moaned, jerked, and cried, begging for more as he assaulted her tender, slick body with ruthless abandon. His filthy words smoked over her ears, making her that much wetter, dripping with desire and trembling all over. She sobbed as he fucked her, whining like the bitch that she was - all for him, always all for him.
She felt his sac slapping against her swollen clit, sending a bolt of white-hot ecstasy shooting through her with every barbaric motion, but she only spread her legs wider, begging for him to impale her, to maul her as he liked, to fuck her absolutely senseless, to leave his marks all over her wanton little body. He was her drug, her perfect sex machine that sated her each and every desire, no matter how base or animalistic they became.
A few heartbeats later, the pleasure mounted, crested, and broke over her like a ragged wave, and Devon's back arched, her body locked down tight, and she shrieked as she bucked and writhed across Blake's desk, thrashing wildly against the assault of his plunging cock.
"--Daddy!" It was voiced in a breathless scream, and every muscle quivered as her orgasm pounded all through her, threatening to steal her coherence completely away.
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But those were the kinds of things that Blake would think about later, when he actually had enough active brain cells to deal with such matters. Now, he wasn't much more than a neanderthal, driven by the pure and basic instinct to fuck his daughter completely senseless.
On the petite side, Devon's stature ensured that when she was pinned to his desk like this, her legs all but dangled in the air, swinging and bouncing with the sheer, savage force of her father's pounding. Blake's cock felt like a red-hot iron pipe, and even the soaked, gripping walls of Devon's pussy couldn't cool him. He thrust hard enough that even the massively heavy desk creaked and shifted under the assault.
When Devon came, his hands came down, gripping her hips until he knew there would be hand-shaped bruises there in the morning. It took all his strength not to let the shuddering and pressure of her cunt pull him into his own climax.
Oh, but he was close.
"Good girl..." he grunted. "Where do you want Daddy's cum?"