carrington_atlantic | Family Business [for justlikejezebel]

Being the only child in any family always had its perks. For the first few years of her life, Devon had nothing but happy memories of family: sailing in the yacht, riding horses across wide open fields, spending holidays at big houses with lots of decorations, presents, food, and people all doting over the only Carrington heir. But then that had all changed, overnight and with no warning whatsoever.

Going from an upscale private educational institution to a rundown inner-city public school had been quite a shock, even for an eight year old who wasn't supposed to know any better. Testing at a 144 on Terman's Stanford–Binet, it didn't take long for Mallorie Forrester's daughter to realize that life had just taken a huge jump right down the toilet.

First, her mother had settled for a two-bedroom apartment in Reseda, with the crappy brown carpet and flaking wallpaper in both bedrooms, then had been unable to find any decent paying occupation, so had been forced to work as a receptionist for a law firm on its last legs, as well as pull graveyard shifts down at the corner diner just to make end's meet. She'd encouraged little Devon to study hard, that her education would fulfill all of her dreams.

Six years later, that same "little girl" realized just exactly what was going to bring about all of her dreams. And it wasn't going to come out of some textbook.

No, it was going to be found in the back of Dad's Mercedes, or out behind the school football building, or even at a "backyard" party at some million-dollar house built in the mountain in Altadena. Once she realized that males found her appealing, and if she let it be known they could take advantage of that fact, for a hefty sum, the entire world opened up for Miss Devon Elise Forrester. As she did everything, she made a plan, worked things out, covered her tracks, and made damned near a fortune. At least for a fourteen year old girl still attending Reseda High.

Two years later, sick to death of listening to her deteriorating matron's droning speeches about life, dreams, education, and how to be a winner!, Devon packed only the essentials, sold the rest of her lavish wardrobe to a thrift store, and bought a plane ticket for the East Coast. Having tracked down her father, with birth certificate papers to prove it, she wasted little time in turning up on Blake Carrington's doorstep, somewhat surprised to be swept right into the family once more.

But then, Daddy always did have a soft spot for his sweet little girl, right?

Finally back in that upscale, fifty-thousand a year tuition educational facility she'd so missed these last eight years, the world was indeed Devon's oyster. She wasted no time cultivating her own social standing; she was gorgeous, rich, and not nearly as "hands-off" as most of the other high-nosed females who also graced those gilded halls. This evening, however, she'd just come home from a "study-group" for Advanced Chemistry with a "few of the girls", and quite promptly reported to her father's office to say hello.

"Hi, Daddy," she chirped brightly, making sure that the door was firmly locked behind her. She ill-liked anyone interrupting she and her father's time together; they'd missed eight damned years as it was, and his work took him on extended trips every now and again. But she was feeling a little...out of sorts, and it was up to her father to set things to rights again. "It's almost dinnertime, you know." Hopping up to perch on his desk, she crossed her knees somewhat primly, blue and gold uniform still a little askew, but she cared not at all.

Once he'd been certain that the devastating beauty was indeed his little Devon, every bit of Blake's complete and utter adoration for the girl came crashing back. Oh, he'd known exactly where she and Mallorie had gotten to, and what their embarrassing situation was, but the woman had called in one last favor before skipping town, and that had been to ensure through some legal entanglement that if Blake was somehow able to make contact with Devon, even to somehow magically donate to her education, he'd be buried in an avalanche of legal woes.

The loophole, of course, was that he hadn't done a thing. Since it was Devon who'd made contact, he was in the clear and, soon enough, so was she. All of which had the happy ending of his beloved baby girl being back where she belonged.

Of course, it was plain quickly enough that Devon was no longer a child, having grown into a gorgeous young lady-- enough so that even her dear father found himself frustrated during their first few weeks of being reacquainted by how attractive he found her. Blake had always had a yen for younger women, and Devon was exactly his type. It wasn't terribly long, though, before the girl helped him... cope with those feelings in a most unexpected way.

And so life settled into an unusual, but very comfortable new normal. Although Blake preferred not to know all of the specifics of Devon's extracurricular activities, he had subtly set some ground rules: above all, she was to be absolutely discreet, she was to be safe and healthy, and when it was Daddy-daughter time, Blake requested that he not be able to detect (to put it delicately) any sign that his precious girl was not his alone.

He couldn't help but notice when Devon slipped onto his desk that she did look a little unkempt, and smiled. "Is it that late already? And you're just getting home? Looks like study group was... intense."

"Uh huh," was the teenaged reply, Devon chewing idly on a thumbnail. "Manda wanted to go over oxidation and equations again." She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "God, why can't she just get it? And so naturally, Bonnie and Liz had to tag along and make things just complicated..." She gestured as she spoke, her irritation with unplanned interruptions evident. "And of course Liz had to try to start shit with Manda, and all four of us basically got into a bitch-slapping fight right outside of the library."

Devon harrumphed to the ceiling and flicked her tousled hair back over her shoulders. "Ruined my backpack, too. Prada, Daddy, Prada. And Manda just stood there like an idiot, bawling her head off. Liz kept on with her crap and tried to get Bonnie in it against me." Her eyes flashed briefly, recalling the outcome of the scuffle. Then her grin slid across her lips and she smirked. "But that bitch's black eye will be glorious tomorrow." Devon Forrester-Carrington did not pull her punches. "So yeah, that's why I'm late."

Propping over on one hand, she swung a small foot and grinned impishly at her father. "So, what are we doing for dinner? I'm starving."

Blake settled back into his chair and listed to Devon spin her tale, utterly bemused by the idea of his daughter and her friends having it out with one another on the steps of the library. He bit back the urge to suggest that the girls could simply take their argument back here to the mansion and settle things with a good old-fashioned pillow fight.

Devon's off-handed remark about a black eye earned a laugh from her father. "Hmpf. I'm guessing she knows well enough not to press charges or sue you?"

Shrugging, he reached out and put a hand on Devon's knee. "I understand there was a problem in the kitchen and it won't be ready for at least another half hour. So unfortunately, we're just going to have to find a way to occupy ourselves until then. Maybe take the edge off if there's anything in particular you're craving."

His amusement made her grin again, and she tipped him a saucy little wink. "Of course not. In fact, she'll have had a horrible accident or something by tomorrow, just to keep everyone from knowing I was the one who socked her. Her ego just couldn't handle that." Devon giggled again, imagining the big and tall blonde cheerleader having to live down the image of a five foot five petite brunette landing her a black eye and swollen nose. Ah, glorious.

The news that dinner was going to be late had her pouting a bit; she'd really been looking forward to food right after getting home. But her father's hand coming to rest on her knee turned her objectives a little sideways, and her grin curved into something coy, almost sly.

"Sure, Daddy." She absently pulled the band from the end of her long braid, shaking the curls out of waist-length dark hair. Deft fingers slipped the first few buttons of her white blouse, revealing dusky skin and creamy lace, and she scooted over a little bit more atop his desk, the very picture of prim innocence in her short blue and gold skirt, white thigh stockings and black mary-janes (Christian Siriano, in Devon's case).

"Got any ideas?"

Edited (wrong icon, ffff) 2017-11-06 01:28 (UTC)

Blake smiled indulgently. Devon certainly hadn't learned how to be such a skilled operator from her mother, so he took equal pride in his daughter's own ingenuity and the thought she'd inherited the savvy from him, as well. As such, he looked at her as the future of Carrington Atlantic, as well as his precious and precocious little girl.

The smirk Devon answered him with let Blake know her mind was wandering in the same direction as his, and when she let down her hair and gifted him with a view of the delights beneath her blouse, Blake smiled even more warmly.

"If you're really that famished, sweetheart, I could offer you something to snack on. Which, come to think of it, I'm feeling a little peckish myself, so I think we could help each other out."

"Yeah?" Teasing was so much fun, especially when it got her everything she wanted in the end. But she didn't have to play that particular game with Daddy, because Daddy always gave her whatever she wished anyway. Still, there was much fun to be had, and if things went well--as they always did, really--supper might be cold by the time father and daughter emerged from the opulent office.

"That sounds...fun," Devon smirked, uncrossing her knees and slithering down from the desk to kneel in front of her father's chair. A practiced hand swiftly unbuckled his belt, opened his slacks, and unerringly brought forth Blake's cock from the designer confines. "I can start with this," his daughter told him in a sultry little voice, running a devilish tongue around and down the thick shaft in a greedy stroke.

She wedged his knees apart and wiggled between them, dark head lowering over his lap as she took him in her mouth, sucking loud and long, and working him with both gentle teeth and wicked tongue. Devon pulled her long hair over one shoulder, angling her head so that he might view the spectacle better, lips tight over his cock as she worked him over.

It had been a thrilling revelation to learn that Devon had inherited his sex drive, as well as her father's disdain for traditional taboos. Now, despite the fact that he rarely begrudged the girl a thing, they now had even more to exchange and enjoy when it came to their relationship. Blake shifted his hips to assist, but Devon had done this for him more than enough times to have it down to a science.

The sight of her pink tongue running along his shaft made Blake shiver. Soon, he watched the teenager greedily engulf his cock between her full, pouting lips. His hand went to Devon's head, not only to hold her hair back to let him watch his daughter's ministrations to his shaft, but to pet and stroke her appreciatively.

"Oh... oh, sweetheart, that's so good... you're so good to me..."

All of her other lovers were simply 'toys', in Devon's mercurial mind. Practice pieces, perhaps. She already knew that the only perfect man she'd ever find was seated in his thousand-dollar office chair in front of her, petting and encouraging her as she swallowed his cock in long, deep, and sure strokes.

And she loved to hear his appreciation, her father's wonderfully sexy voice growling out his pleasure, or giving her thick, lusting moans whenever she performed just right. She'd inherited that same proclivity; no stranger to keening or whimpering her ecstasy whenever her father worked on and in her filthy little body.

Devon moaned around the thickness between her lips, sliding her tongue around the slick wet flesh, letting him fall out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound, delving beneath to nuzzle and lick at the hot sac between his thighs. She came up for air a long breathless minute or so later, running her tongue around her mouth and flicking its tip at the head of his cock, smirking up at her father.

"...mmmm, you taste good, Daddy...I love it.."

While Blake knew that he was taking immense pleasure from the fact that not only was a breathtakingly beautiful young girl sucking his cock with abandon, but that girl was his own daughter, he still had more than enough experience to recognize the fact that Devon was simply damn good at it, and he had no qualms about letting her know.

He smiled as Devon released him, and his cock twitched at the sudden chill being exposed to the air after the heat of her mouth-- a mouth which had traveled down, treating his balls to the same loving attention while his still-hard shaft rested against her face.

Blake chuckled when Devon's head rose. "I'm glad to hear it, baby girl. Now you know you're welcome to have your fill if you like, or we can move on to another course."

She pretended to think it over for a minute or so, giving the flesh against her lips a perfunctory lick now and then, then made up her mind and in answer lowered her head over his cock once again. Devon worked him over a few times more, wanting to make sure to drive him almost to the brink of insanity before pulling away.

Uncoiling back to perch on the edge of his desk, Devon deftly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide down her arms and to the floor, brazenly squirming back and forth. White lace gleamed against smooth tanned skin, and the brazen girl impudently hiked her long, white-clad legs over the arms of her father's desk chair, skirt rucking high and revealing that she'd anticipated their tête-à-tête before coming in the office, naked beneath it as she was.

Devon impishly nibbled on her thumbnail, wagging a knee back and forth as she smirked at her father. "...your turn, Daddy."

It wasn't an unexpected move, Devon shifting in to high gear for just a few last seconds before releasing him, and as shocking it always was to slam on the brakes like that, Blake couldn't possibly complain about the way the girl teased him with expert skill. He leaned back and watched with great appreciation as his daughter shed a layer, then presented him with a view of the tempting treasure between her legs.

"Happy to oblige," Blake drawled, then shifted in his chair until he could lean forward comfortably. He started by placing a few kisses along the insides of Devon's lean thighs, and a few more just above her sex. Taking a long, deep breath of her scent, the powerful CEO bent his head down and gave Devon's pussy one long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue.

"Delicious," Blake drawled, then moved in to get to work.

A siren's smirk curved her lips and Devon spread her thighs wide, the better for her father's head to delve beneath that short skirt. Propping her hands on the desk behind her, she hitched one knee over Blake's shoulder, the fine linen shirt deliciously rough against her tender skin. She bit her lip at the flutter of soft kisses along the inside of one creamy thigh, but gave a deep whined moan when her father's tongue laved over her.

"....mmmm..." She just couldn't keep still, or quiet. "...Daddy...."

Her body moved against his lips, rolling against his lips and tongue as her head fell back and she squirmed and moaned and writhed, opening her legs even wider to splay herself whorishly atop his huge desk. She chewed at her lip, tugging down one side of the lacy bra to toy and pluck at her nipple, cupping her own breast with sinful abandon.

There was no shame, no hesitation or qualms in Blake's mind or body while he was with Devon. It was as though there simply wasn't another person on Earth who could match him for the intensity of his desires, and who could satisfy them at the same time other than his daughter, which suited him perfectly well.

He always did have the reputation for valuing family above everything else, after all.

Blake was relentless, working the young girl's pussy with all the intensity and skill she'd demonstrated going down on him earlier. His hands curled up over Devon's hips to spread her open, giving him access to push his tongue deep into the swollen pink depths of her sex before he shifted to gently scraping his teeth over the pearl of her clit. The lewd, scandalous moans from above him only stoked the older man's fire, making Blake determined to bring Devon off.

It wasn't that unusual, Devon splayed across her father's large desk with her legs splayed wide and feet hiked high. She could be a very demanding teenager at times, and she knew her father adored her enough to ever refuse anything she might offer thus. Besides, they were all each other had, so why question a good thing?

Allowing her father to position her how he wanted her, Devon leaned back completely on the desk, lean supple body rolling in time with the strokes of Blake's skilled tongue, wet and hot and slick. She whimpered, moaned, and whined as he worked her over, begging for more with every breathless mewl.

It wouldn't take much to throw her over the edge; she was wet and sensitive, slim hips undulating in his hands as he molested her clit, and a particular rough scrape had her bucking in response, back arching and now-bared breasts bouncing.

"...Daddy!"

Devon ran her hands down her body, one coming to rest atop Blake's head, urging him for more, more, "...more, Daddy, more.."

What Blake Carrington wanted, he took. It was how he did business, and how he lived. Once the door had been opened between him and Devon, the one that led to this forbidden but exceptionally exciting relationship, he did the same with her, at least to an extent. At the moment, for example, what he wanted was to wring every last drop of pleasure out of the girl's body, to make her come hard enough to see stars.

And so he lapped at her, used lips and teeth and tongue with the kind of devastating effect only experience and skill could elicit. His eyes flicked upwards, watching the heave of her short, panting breaths and how they moved her breasts, sometimes catching her eyes as he pushed her harder and faster towards the edge.

If he could have, Blake would have laughed at the girlish pleading for more. Devon had always been a demanding sort of girl, and in this she was no different, and her Daddy was no different in being willing to spoil her rotten. In this case, it mean sliding one hand along her luscious thigh to position his hand perfectly so he could slip a pair of fingers into Devon's entrance.

The addition of thick rough fingers was more than enough to throw her over into climax, a squeal escaping as she bucked and writhed beneath her father's wicked ministrations. Devon lay back on the desk to better jerk her hips up for more, slim thigh quivering with each deep, rough shudder.

She tossed her head and moaned aloud, scattering papers every which way but unable to care--nor would she have, in any case. Work was over for the day, thank you. What mattered now was how many times she and her father were going to profane the big cherry desk in his large office.

Her inner muscles clenched tight around Blake's invasive fingers, wanting to pull them further in, to milk all the pleasure possible from the intrusion. She draped one bare leg over his shoulder, clutching at him a bit insistently. Still trembling all over, Devon managed to prop up on her elbows and give her father a smoldering look, running the tip of her tongue around her lips.

"I want some more, Daddy," she purred lustily. "...mmmm, please gimme your cock, Daddy, mmmm, please?" She rolled her hips in his hands and giggled a wicked little laugh. "Promise to take good care of it."

When Devon came, at least with him, Blake had learned, the moment was always an especially explosive one, and he'd come to crave being able to watch and be the cause of those spectacular reactions. On his desk that evening, his daughter didn't disappoint, making more than enough noise to justify the room's soundproofing, and sending contracts and spreadsheets spilling everywhere. Blake lapped at the girl's clit and thrust his fingers into her all through the orgasm, prolonging and intensifying it until he felt her sink down.

He met her devilish, greedy grin with one of his own. "You know I could never deny you anything, sweetheart, especially when you ask like that." Drawing his fingers out of Devon's pussy, he ran them over his tongue before pressing them to her lips in turn.

Standing between her parted legs, Blake eyed the wild, wanton teenager on his desk, as hungry to be fucked as he was to fuck her, which meant delay was the last thing on his mind. Grasping his aching-hard shaft, Blake pressed the head against Devon's entrance and pressed himself inside of her, groaning at the slick heat that welcomed him.

She lapped at the fingers he pressed to her lips, tongue coaxing them between and sucking them dry. Anticipation flamed low in her belly, sending a siren's smile curving her mouth, and Devon tossed her head as Blake came to stand between her spread legs, tilting her hips to take him just right.

Wet enough that there was no resistance, just smooth and hot, the girl moaned and rolled her hips when her father penetrated her, clasping his waist with slim bare thighs and hooking her ankles behind his hips. She licked her lips, incensed with how he filled her so well, and clenching tight around his cock every time he impaled her on it.

"...Daddy..." she couldn't help but moan again, bucking her hips in counterpoint to his long slow strokes.

Devon knew just how to shift and offer herself up for him, of course. They had lots of practice now, and the desk underneath her had seen far more than its share of action for a mansion that boasted over a dozen bedrooms to choose from. Blake himself certainly liked the excitement of it.

He groaned as he sank into his daughter's hot, slick, velvet sheath. Blake knew that if he spent the rest of his life fucking Devon (which was the plan), he'd never tire of the feeling of first plunging into her pussy. "Oh... oh, honey... oh fuck, you feel so good..."

Blake's hips began to rock, driving the full length of his cock into Devon with every thrust before pulling back until only the very tip of him was left inside. The way the girl moaned for him made his dick twitch within her. "Fuck yes... oh, I love fucking you baby girl..."

Hearing her father's usually carefully modulated voice panting filth while he fucked her atop his business-littered desk sent Devon moaning as her head fell back and she bucked up into Blake's deeply thrusting hips, begging for more, more, more. She stretched her arms above her head, fingertips grasping the edge of his desk for leverage and she spread her legs wider, lifting her thighs high so that he rammed her right there, jerking her slightly with every deep, hard piston of his cock inside her.

Long hair strewn across the papers which still managed to survive their obscene activities, Devon ran her tongue around her mouth and one hand released the desk to plump a firm, youthful breast and pinch the dusky nipple with eager, eager fingers, catching her father's eyes with green eyes gone glassy with heady desire.

"Mmmm...Daddy...harder, Daddy...ohyesGod--fuck me fuck me fuck me--!" she whined and panted, tight muscles rippling over his cock greedily, enticing him to give her all of it, and she draped both long legs over his arms, splayed wide open and all his for the taking.

For the most part, Carrington Atlantic was a nearly paperless company. Blake only kept hard copies of documents and memos partly out of stubbornness, and partly because fucking Devon on his desk just wouldn't have the same ambiance without things for them to scatter and sweep off it in their passion. He grinned as Devon raised her arms, the position lifting her lovely breasts as if she were displaying herself for him.

That thought seemed to be confirmed when the teenager started to grope herself, her eyes locked on his. "That's fucking sexy, baby girl," he grunted. "Play with your tits for Daddy..."

They were rocking and writhing in perfect time now, the steel length of his cock plunging into the tight, searing confines of Devon's pussy over and over again. "Yes.. oh yes, baby... oh yes, fuck, yes," Blake babbled as as Devon moved her legs. The shift in angle and one savage thrust drove his length into her cunt right to the hilt. "Come for Daddy, honey... let me feel you come all over my cock..."

Perhaps she was just wired wrong, but Devon adored being filthy for her father. The absolute best times were whenever she could pull him away from business to molest her tender little body in one of their wild marathon sessions. Such as sucking his cock while he was on the phone with his corporate managers, or climbing astride his lap in the backseat of the limo on their way to some boring fundraiser.

And this--this she loved, being flat of her back on her father's big desk while he pounded her like a piston, growling obscenities which never ceased to drive her absoutely wild. Smirking to his enticement, Devon brought both hands to her breasts, squeezing the soft tanned flesh with her fingers and rolling the nipples between her thumb and forefingers. A slack moan escaped her parted lips, jerking her hips up off the polished wood to meet Blake's powerful, deep thrusts, so close to reaching that next high.

She began to whimper and gasp, jolted a little bit higher on the desk every time he slammed his cock into her, but her body was greedy and wanton, clamping down on his stiff length with each relentless piston of him into her. Panting and shivering, Devon abandoned one of her breasts and that hand slithered down her slick stomach to rub at her clit, throbbing and hard beneath her fingertips.

That final stimulation coupled with Blake's ruthless fucking did the trick: throwing her over into a shrieking orgasm that shook her from head to heel, thigh muscles shaking as her hot little body locked down on her father's cock, milking him with slick deep ripples as she quaked and wailed.

If Devon's penchant for perversion was her nature, then clearly it was inherited, as Blake himself took no end of pleasure from the fact that the red-hot, sex-crazed creature he was fucking senseless as often as possible was his own daughter, a teenager at the center of all his most depraved desires. How many days had he sent Devon to school with a load of his cum inside of her, so full she was probably dripping down her thigh before lunchtime? How many times had he clamped a hand over her mouth or around her throat to keep Devon's cries from alerting Anders?

Blake watched with rapt attention as his little girl did as she was told, mauling her perfect breasts for his viewing pleasure, the sight making his rock hard shaft twitch inside her pussy. A moment later, she improvised the show, expensively manicured fingers drawing tiny, quick circles around her clit. He felt the telltale throb of her walls around his shaft, and a moment later, his darling daughter was cumming hard around his cock.

"That's it... that's my girl, that's it baby... come for Daddy, show me what a good little girl you are..."

He pumped feverishly, knowing that the edge was rushing up soon for him, as well.

[OOC: Hi there :) So, long story short, RL decided to be a real asshole for a while. But I'm slowly getting back to a decent schedule for RP and while looking through threads I vanished on, I wanted to see if you might be up for continuing. If not, totally understood and no hard feelings at all. Hope things have been good for you.]

There had been attempts, early on, to find ways that their fun might be kept quiet, in a literal sense. But Devon had always been a particularly vocal little girl, and their trysts brought out the growler in Blake and the dirty talker in both of them. And so they contented themselves with installing a bit more soundproofing in this room and the bedrooms, and with relying on the utmost discretion of the household.

Blake watched as his daughter's fingers danced skillfully over the pearl of her clit, and when she sailed over the edge of climax, he let out one of those growls. "Fuck... oh fuck yes, baby... oh fuck, I love to feel you come..." Devon's pussy gripped him hard, vise-hard, as she came around his shaft, which continued to pound at her body without stopping.

She was a vision in those moments. Blake loved to watch her come, too, loved watching her beautiful face express all the pleasure rushing through her body, full lips parted wide to let out her cries. "Good girl... such a good little girl for Daddy," he murmured, "feels so good to fuck you."

[ so RL and work decided to kick my ass this past week, ye gods, it never rains but it pours, i swear. BUT! I am definitely up for threading, so all the things? i'm still interested in maybe a few others, if you're up for it? <3 ]

Only with her father were her orgasms this intense. There were times when Devon honestly thought she might pass out, and she had gotten light-headed enough to do so a time or two. Maybe it was just their shared blood, maybe it was just their similar intense passions, who knew? But her back arched in a perfect bow off of Blake's desk, the girl keening a score as she quivered through her mind-shattering orgasm, ruthlessly strangling her father's cock each and every time he plowed back into her wet, slick heat.

Hearing the filth pouring from his lips only prolonged the intensity, stringing her out for several breathless minutes until she finally, finally, began to come down, only to clench tight still around Blake's invading shaft, still pumping away as he chased his own release. To help expedite that, Devon relaxed back on top of the desk, spread her legs wide, swiped two fingers between them and brought them to her lips, sucking them deep into her mouth as she caught her father's gaze with lust-dazed eyes and a siren's smile.

"...Daddy..." she moaned around them, running her tongue up and down the slick digits after withdrawing them with an obscene slurp. "...mmmm, come in me, Daddy, pleeeease..? Fill me all up again..."

[OOC: Absolutely! Just let me know what you're thinking!]

They really were a most combustible combination. The forbidden nature of it all, combined with the fact that Devon was unequivocally the best lay that Blake had ever had, always fused with the sheer animal lust that the girl brought out of him. Those times when she'd been close to losing consciousness from climaxing? Her father had been pistoning in and out of her body, his eyes narrow and full of a fire that had nothing to do with actual thought. She'd made him a beast, or a machine, built for nothing else but fucking his daughter until he came, or they both blacked out.

He adored the dirty talk as well, and when Devon combined it with the deliciously dirty things like she was doing in that moment, elegant fingers slicked with her own juices, tasting her own come and begging for his in turn. Blake could only roar in answer, lost to the primal heat of his cock slipping back and forth in her. With a loud grunt, Blake's cock swelled and he drove his hips viciously hard against Devon's body.

His muscles tensed, three, four times as he spilled his seed into Devon's pussy, his come jetting into her with a force that felt like it was turning Blake inside out. After the first heavy thrusts and the smaller tremors that followed, it was all he could do to keep from crushing the girl under him as he sagged to the desk.

Regardless of how their "sessions" began, almost inevitably they ended just like this. With the teenager spasming, jerking, panting, begging for her father to fuck her into oblivion, and her patron roaring like some sort of fell beast as he obliged her. She was shaking with post-coital spasms, still riding that razor-edge of climax, when her father unleashed that animal sound and flooded into her, the girl whorishly bucking her hips yet again, begging for all of it.

But she eventually floated back down to some semblance of reality, running her tongue around her mouth and sliding her trembling legs down from Blake's back to his hips, moaning in satisfied pleasure to feel him still buried tight and thick inside her. She draped small arms over his quivering shoulders, dragging her nails over flushed skin, and chuckled, dark and wicked.

"...mmmmm...Daddy," she moaned again, slowly undulating her lower body beneath his, "...I love it when you fuck me like that. So fucking good..." She impishly tightened her walls around his cock, milking him a little bit more. "Wanna keep your cock, Daddy. Keep it all to myself..."

Blake forced his breath to slow down and deepen as he came down from the high of his climax. Every time they fucked, it was like being cracked down the middle by an explosion, and he'd come to crave the powerful orgasms he always had while buried inside of Devon's pussy.

The rake of her nails on his skin drew a low hiss of approval from him, and Blake looked down at the disheveled and beautiful girl laying beneath him, teasing him with little rolls of her hips, ensuring that his cock stayed rock hard inside of her. "And I love fucking you that way, baby girl. Daddy's never come so hard as he does for you."

He leaned down and kissed Devon. "Oh is that so? Well, if you wanted to claim this cock, I'd have to insist the same for this pussy--" Blake twitched his hips and drove himself a bit into her.

[ and then family shit explodes everywhere, i swear to freaking God... ]

She'd never been fond of gentle sex. No, Devon Forrester-Carrington liked it hard, rough, and absolutely anywhere she could get it. Her father was her favorite, of course, and she'd been bent over every hard surface in the mansion and still couldn't get enough of him. Daddy was always best, after all.

Blake's admission had her smirking beneath him, stilted little wiggles of her hips designed to keep him buried in her and interested for more, regardless of the time. "Oh, really?" she quipped to his claim, licking her full lower lip coquettishly. "Not even for that Italian model you romanced last year?"

A publicity thing, or some such; Devon hadn't really cared. The woman had been gorgeous, yes, but terribly dull in all other areas, and once her father attained whatever PR he'd needed from the liaison, she'd been cut loose. "She was pretty, I guess, but talking to her was like having a conversation with a hot air balloon."

Then her father was kissing her, stifling her editorials in favor of sucking on his tongue and moaning, blinking a little dazedly up at him afterward. Devon gasped as he hilted inside her again, instinctively clamping down on his cock, thick in her. "You know you're always number one, Daddy," she purred in a throaty voice, winding her hands in Blake's hair and pulling him down for another long kiss. "Mmmm...nobody else even comes close to you..."

Blake gave a short, sharp laugh. "Marina? God, if you thought she was dull to talk to, you should have tried fucking her. I'm not entirely sure she ever bothered to get close to breaking a sweat the whole time we were 'dating'." The model wasn't the first woman the Blake had all but contracted to appear on his arm and in his bed in order to make sure he kept up the persona he and his publicists had cultivated and that no one suspected his favorite piece of ass was his under-age daughter.

That low rumble in Devon's voice sent a shiver through Blake that he was certain she'd feel moving up his cock and right into her pussy. Like most little girls, she had her Daddy wrapped around her little finger. He was just the lucky bastard to have her wrapped around his cock. At least usually.

"Mmmm, and people think I spoil you. What would they think if they knew I'd rather be in you than anywhere else in the world?"

The idea of a threesome with that hot Italian number was...interesting, but only for a small moment. She'd never do anything to bruise her father's public image, even though her penchant for scandalous behavior everywhere else was very nearly legendary. But all in all, she loved her father dearly and never wanted to be a problem rather than a princess.

So, she kept her innate jealousy firmly under wraps whenever Blake "dated"; she knew he'd always be coming back to her before very long. They were addicted to each other, after all. And no one, no one fucked her like her father fucked her.

She felt him surge inside her again and she giggled, running her tongue around her lips teasingly. "You do spoil me," Devon affirmed lightly, squeezing her thighs against his waist, loving their post-coital teasing. "And I love it when you spoil me, Daddy." She hitched a soft breath, still so very sensitive from such a rough pounding, but more than eager for more, anytime, anywhere.

"They'd be jealous bitches, no doubt," was her giggled response, "and blue-balling bastards." She drew fingernails up his flanks, curving around Blake's hips to bite into his ass. "Wanna suck your cock, Daddy," she breathed in a lusty voice. "Then fuck in your chair." Devon lifted her head just enough to lick at Blake's mouth, silently begging. "Wanna?"

Once or twice, the women who hung off Blake's arm mentioned something vague about just how close father and daughter seemed to be, but nothing ever came of it. If anyone had ever gotten even close to suspecting, they wouldn't be around for another second longer if Blake had anything to say about it and being Blake Carrington, he always did.

All of Devon's touches kept his nerves lit up, making sure he didn't relax so far that he might need some actual recovery time from their fucking, and he laughed inside at just how well his daughter could play him. A virtuoso, she was.

He hissed when Devon's nails pressed into his rear, then grinned. "How could I possibly say anything but 'of course I do'?" Reluctantly, Blake stepped back, sliding his now half-hard dick free of the teenager's pussy, the air cool on its slick girth. He dropped into his chair and crooked his finger at Devon. "Come and get your treat, little girl."

Although there was definitely a reward waiting in her father's chair, Devon took a minute or so to moan and squirm on top of her father's big desk, loving the debauchery of the entire circumstance. Mmm, but she felt so very wicked, naked and used and splayed across Blake's place of business. She was definitely wired entirely wrong, but fuck what other people thought, damnit.

As long as they kept their little secret, though, they could be as obscene as they liked, however, wherever, and whenever. Maybe she could persuade Daddy for a weekend in Monte Negro, or a few days sailing off the Italian coast. Hmm, not a bad idea, really.

But first, she had other things to do. Such as lick her lips, plump full breasts a few times, just to keep herself close to the edge of pleasure, then slither down to her knees in front of her father's chair, immediately sucking his cock deep into her mouth, moaning around the thick shaft.

The teenager coiled her tongue around the stiffening flesh between her lips, snaking a hand between her thighs to push fingers deep, the other cupping a firm, full breast and plucking the tight nipple with deft fingers while her head moved up and down, mouth tightening and easing in a filthy rhythm.

Blake had never in his life met anyone who reveled in pleasure, especially of the illicit kind, with the kind of utter abandon that his darling Devon showed nearly every time they were together. It wasn't simply that the sex was good-- because it wasn't good, it was astonishing-- but she found the thrill and satisfaction multiplied ten times at least knowing that it was her father with whom she was indulging in such carnal pursuits.

And really, Blake wasn't any different. Not if the power and magnitude of the orgasms he had with Devon were any indication, since they were always orders of magnitude greater than with any other woman.

He watched his daughter writhe and tease herself with a broad smile. Blake considered giving his cock a few idle strokes to keep it ready for her, but he knew Devon would need no help getting him hard again. When the girl sinuously descended from the desk and devoured his cock in a single gulp, that much was proven true. "Oh... oh, fuck, sweetheart... goddamn, you suck Daddy's cock so good..." he all but babbled.

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Her future was already secured, being scion to one of the world's mos successful businessmen. She knew her father would never remarry; she'd always be the only female of any importance in his life. Which suited her right down to the ground, especially since the "boys" with whom she toyed were just playthings, not even suitable to grace the same ground as she, let alone place a hand to her skin.

No, only her father had that unquestionable right; Blake's touches always lit her afire, kindled an unquenchable flame in her loins that only he could sate. And it took much to satisfy her, but never once had he complained about her appetites. Not when she rode him in their private plane on a flight across the Atlantic, or he pounded her ass on a train across Western Europe, or when she sucked his cock deep on a cruise ship in the Aegean.

And his delicious cock was deep in her throat now, slick, thick, and hard, and she bobbed her head up and down slowly, letting him almost free before descending on him again. Tongue laving the turgid flesh as she worked him over, Devon sent her fingers deep into slick flesh, bucking her hips on her own hand. Her suckling and slurping was loud in the office, accompanied by her father's filthy talk, sizzling in her ears and driving her that much harder, that much hotter.

Moments later, she lifted her head, let Blake's cock free with a slurp, and ran her tongue around her lips, but curled her tongue around his wet length, nuzzling beneath it to tickle his balls with the tip of her wicked tongue. She peered up at him from between his legs, already hot and wanting. "Can I ride you, Daddy? I wanna ride this hard cock so bad..."

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Blake was far from the first or only middle-aged one percenter to have a hot young lover, and he definitely wouldn't be the last. It was certainly the kind of fantasy that many men entertained, the idea that even into their fourth or even fifth decade they would still be virile enough to satisfy a woman half their age or less. But if the talk he'd heard over cigars and bourbon or even in the cliche steam rooms, the majority of his peers who tried couldn't keep up the pace for very long.

For him, though, Devon was more like a supercharger than a drain on his energy. Every time she took his cock inside of her, no matter how, Blake could go as long and strong as he could when he was 17, maybe even more. And so indulging his daughter's every lustful whim, feeding each of her animal desires was as much for himself as her. They'd logged noise complaints and paid for hotel room damages in nearly every major city on the planet, and still somehow no one suspected a thing.

Of course, looking down from his chair, seeing his precious girl's head bobbing furiously up and down his shaft and driving his cock into the back of her throat, Blake didn't think he'd care in the least if anyone found out. And then, she actually found a way to turn him on even more.

"Then get that pretty little ass of yours up here, sweetheart, because it's all yours."

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Devon giggled, running her tongue around her mouth again as she slithered up from her spot in front of her father's chair, but rather than plop right down in his lap - as she always loved to do - she instead gave a slow little twirl, bent at the waist, braced her hands against the edge of Blake's desk, and slowly lowered her wanton little body down atop his cock, sinking tight and taking him completely to the hilt.

She tossed her long hair over her shoulders to stream down her smooth, arched back, giving her father a full view of her filthy actions, swiveling her hips in sinuous circles as she moaned in whorish bliss. "...Daddy...mmm, you always fill me up so good.." The teenager tightened her walls around her father's thick cock, milking him in dark delight.

When she couldn't take any more teasing, she began to bounce her hips, using the desk for leverage to rock up and down, impaling herself on Blake's hard shaft, the sounds of their fucking tantalizing in her ears. Devon rocked back to lie against his chest, still pumping herself up and down, and grabbed for his hands to full them with her aching breasts, the nipples tight and hard and so sensitive. The teenager licked and lapped and sucked at Blake's ear, moaning and whimpering while she undulated all over her father's lap, tight, hot, and so slickly wet for him.

He'd expected her to straddle his legs and sink down on his shaft like usual. One of her favorite games was to grind down on him from that position and tease him with her breasts, keeping them just out of the reach of his lips, tongue, or teeth. Instead, she turned, bending over to momentarily frame the dark, swollen length of his cock with her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

A few moments later, that ass was pressed against Blake's thighs, his dick lodged deep in his daughter's cunt. She moved with more sinuous grace than any stripper who'd danced on his lap, gripping his length at different angles with every roll of her hips. Blake groaned loudly, reaching down to give Devon's pert cheeks a few hearty slaps before the girl leaned back.

"There's nothing I love more than having my pretty little girl taking my cock... such a good little slut for your Daddy, and you always have been."

He didn't hesitate to fill his hands with her tits, and he wasn't gentle with them either-- pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples to draw out the cries he loved so much to hear. "Are you going to come all over my cock again, baby?"

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Gripping his wrists for leverage, Devon rolled her wanton little body high and low over her father's lap, whining every time she sank down on his throbbing cock. But she mewled as he tugged at her breasts, nipples rock hard and achingly sensitive. Panting at his ear, she begged with her body, walls clenching his cock tight and muscles rippling up and down as he pummeled her in the big chair.

"Daddy-Daddy-Daddy..." Devon panted, almost breathless as she undulated atop him. "Gonna come for you, gonna come so hard...I'm your good little slut--your fucktoy--your baby girl ohGodDaddy..." A muted squeal followed the filth out of her mouth, tongue lolling around her lips as she bounced and arched. She released one of Blake's wrists to reach down between her spread legs, thumb rubbing at her swollen clit and long fingers stroking her father's cock as it plunged in and out of her.

"--throw me over, Daddy," she pleaded, hot into his ear. "Fuck me like a dog, like your good little bitch, fuckme-fuckme-fuckme...please...I need it I need you so baaad..."

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Without a doubt, they were addicted to each other. If just a little oral or fucking was a good solid hit of their favorite drug, then encounters like this were like mainlining the purest version of it. It drove them both a little insane, completely ignoring the rest of the world and the consequences that would crash down on them if the wrong person found out. (Thankfully, the mansion staff were too well paid and had been working for the Carringtons for too long to risk exposing anything.)

Blake mauled his daughter's tits as she arched back over him, bent like a bow while her pert ass bounced on his lap, driving his cock into her with a vengeance. The sound of his hips slapping against Devon's cheeks rang off the walls, but not nearly as loudly as her cries and his grunts.

"Good little baby girl fucktoy slut hot fucking Daddy's cock hungry cunt..." Blake's words were just as lewd and made even less sense, but announced the pure and furious lust driving him.

With a roar, Blake launched himself out of the chair, sending Devon sprawling forward, slamming down onto the surface of the desk. Nearly without missing a stroke, he was hammering the teenager's pussy from behind now, merciless in his pace and intensity. His cock drove in to the hilt with each thrust, his balls slapping against Devon's clit.

"Take it take it take it... take Daddy's cock like a good little bitch, like Daddy's good little fucking whore..."

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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.

It was going to be another one of those "incidents" that the staff had long since learned to keep quiet about, at the risk of much more than just their employment-- on the other hand, when things got this energetic, those same loyal, silent employees found sizable bonuses attached to their paychecks, helping ensure that discretion.

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?"

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