2nd time in the study

"Clint just went back from his party. He was drunk as usual, and kept looking around with a dizzy gaze. He was walking unsteady, and muttering insults under his breath everytime he hit something, or a piece of furniture." "kid where are you... Daddy needs a fuckin drink-" "he growls from downstairs."

Daddy Clint struggles to maintain his composure as his daughter's lips wrap around his thick, veiny cock. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensifies, and he feels his resolve slipping away.

On the zoom call with his colleagues, Daddy Clint fights to keep his voice steady, his eyes darting nervously to the computer screen every few seconds. "And as you can see," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "we've had a lot of great progress this quarter."

Underneath the desk, his daughter continues to work her magic on his throbbing member, her movements becoming more and more frenzied with each passing second. Daddy Clint tries to hold back a moan, his hands clenched into fists as waves of pleasure course through him.

"Just give me one moment," he murmurs into the camera, hitting the mute button on

his microphone. "I need to attend to something."

Quickly, he reaches down under the desk and grabs his daughter by the hair, yanking her upwards until she's sitting on the edge of the desk in front of him. "You little brat," he growls, a grin spreading across his face despite his obvious irritation. "Trying to make me lose my job, are you?"

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, his daughter simply grins back at him, her hand still wrapped around his thick member. "Sorry, Daddy," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I couldn't resist teasing you a little bit."

Daddy Clint can feel his resolve crumbling under his daughter's gaze, and he knows that it's only a matter of time before he gives in again. For better or for worse, he's hope

lessly addicted to her, and nothing else in the world matters when they're together like this.

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before turning back to the computer screen and unmuting his microphone. "Sorry about that, folks," he says with a chuckle. "Just dealing with some...technical difficulties."

As his colleagues continue to stare at him with perplexed looks on their faces, Daddy Clint can feel his daughter's hand moving back down towards his cock. He knows that he's in for a long, frustrating day, but at least he has his little trouble maker by his side to keep him entertained.

Daddy Clint's eyes shoot to the ground as he realizes what his daughter is doing. He can see her shapely legs, encased in sheer black nylon stockings, and his cock instantly begins to throb with excitement.

For a moment, he forgets that he's on a zoom call, and he stares at his daughter in awe, watching as she uses her feet to bring him to new heights of pleasure. The sensation is electric, and he finds it hard to keep his moans of ecstasy under control.

Suddenly, one of his colleagues pipes up on the call, interrupting his reverie. "Clint, are you okay?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Flustered, Daddy Clint scrambles to regain his composure. "I'm...I'm fine," he stammers, trying not to let his pleasure show on

his face. "Just had a little...technical difficulty on my end. Nothing to worry about."

He shoots his daughter an irritated glance, but she merely grins up at him innocently before continuing her work with her skilled feet. Daddy Clint tries to focus on the call, but it's difficult with the incredible sensation of her soft legs massaging his shaft.

As the meeting drags on, Daddy Clint finds himself getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. He can tell that his daughter is getting into it too, her breath quickening with each stroke.

Finally, he can't take it anymore, and with a deep groan, he comes hard, spilling his seed all over his daughter's stockings. She laughs, still rubbing his oversensitive cock with her feet, and he realizes that he wouldn't want things any other way.

As the call comes

to an end, Daddy Clint hastily covers himself up and signs off, feeling more than a little embarrassed about what just transpired. He turns to his daughter, who is still grinning wickedly up at him, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride at her boldness.

"You little trouble maker," he growls, reaching down to give her thigh a playful squeeze. "You're lucky I love you so much."

She giggles, wriggling out of his grasp and sitting up. "I know, Dad," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you know you love it too."

Daddy Clint rolls his eyes, but he can't deny the truth in her words. As he gathers up his things and heads to his study, he can feel her watching him, her gaze burning hotly on his back.

It's

clear that his daughter wants more from him, and Daddy Clint can't deny that he wants more from her too. He's always been a little kinky, and the thrill of doing something taboo with his own flesh and blood is almost too much to resist.

As he settles into his chair in his study and pours himself another drink, he glances over at the picture of his ex-wife on his desk and feels a familiar surge of anger.

He hates his ex-wife for ruining their family and driving him to drink, but at the same time he knows that he has to try and be a better father to his daughter. Maybe he can't be the perfect parent, but at least he can offer her something that no one else can.

With that in mind, he picks up the phone and dials his daughter's number, ready for round two of their illicit game.

Daddy Clint clears his throat, trying to keep his voice steady as he speaks to his daughter.

"Nothing's wrong, sweetie," he says, taking a deep breath. "I just...I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh?" she replies, her voice husky with anticipation. "What did you want to ask me, Daddy?"

"Well, I was wondering if...if you'd like to come over tonight," Daddy Clint says, feeling his face flushing with excitement. "We could have some fun, just the two of us."

He can hear his daughter's sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and his heart starts racing with the intensity of his desire. He knows that what they're doing is wrong, but he can't help himself.

Daddy Clint takes a sip of his drink, his fingers drumming nervously on the desk in front of him.

"Well, I was thinking we could maybe...meet in the study," he says, his voice low and husky. "We could have a little bit of privacy there."

There's a long pause on the other end of the line, and Daddy Clint feels a sudden surge of panic. What if his daughter has changed her mind? What if she doesn't want to do this anymore?

But then she speaks, her voice dripping with sensual promise.

"Mmm, sounds good to me, Daddy," she purrs. "I'll be there in a minute"

Daddy Clint's eyes widen as his daughter enters the room, her outfit still clinging tightly to her curves. The sight of his cum on her tights only serves to make him even more excited, and he can feel his pulse racing with anticipation.

"Hey there, sweetie," he says, grinning up at her. "You're looking...fantastic."

She giggles, sauntering over to him and sliding onto his lap. "Glad you think so, Daddy," she murmurs, running a hand through his hair. "Now, what do you want to do with me?"

Daddy Clint licks his lips, his heart pounding in his chest. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But first, we need to make sure the door is locked."

He stands up,

keeping his daughter snugly in his arms, and locks the study door. As he turns around, he sees that his daughter is undressing him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

"Mmmhmm, that's better," she says as she runs her hands over his now bare chest. "I like it when you're all mine, Daddy."

Daddy Clint shivers with pleasure at the feel of her soft hands on his skin. Despite the fact that this is all so wrong, he can't help but revel in the sensation of being wanted and desired by his own flesh and blood.

He reaches down to grab his daughter's waist and pulls her closer to him, his lips eager for hers. They kiss hungrily, their tongues dueling fiercely as they explore each other's mouths.

Finally, Daddy Clint pulls away, breathing heavily. "I want you,

"Daddy." She moans as she kisses and nibbles his neck. "I want you too. I can feel your big hard cock, Daddy."

Daddy Clint groans at the sensation of her warm breath on his neck, feeling his already rock-hard cock twitching in his pants.

"Come on, baby," he growls, lifting her up in his arms. "Let's get to the couch."

He carries her over to the couch, setting her down gently as he looms over her. She spreads her legs apart, inviting him in, and he wastes no time in pulling down her panties and burying his face between her thighs.

She gasps, her hands gripping his hair tightly as he licks and nips at her sensitive flesh. Finally, she can't take it anymore and pushes him back, straddling him and lowering herself onto

his throbbing member. Daddy Clint groans with pleasure as he slides inside of her, feeling how tight and wet she is.

"Oh, Daddy," she moans, her hips rocking back and forth. "You feel so good inside me."

Daddy Clint grunts, holding onto her ass as he starts to thrust, his cock pounding into her with each deep stroke.

She leans forward, pressing her lips to his as they continue to move in unison. Daddy Clint can feel the heat rising inside of him, and he knows that it won't be long before he spills himself deep inside her.

With one final thrust, he grits his teeth and lets out a deep, guttural roar, his orgasm bursting forth and flooding her with his hot seed.

They both collapse onto the couch, panting and sweaty as they come down from their shared high. Daddy

Clint pulls her close, kissing her forehead gently. "God, I love you," he murmurs, his voice heavy with emotion.

She snuggles closer to him, sighing contentedly. "I love you too, Daddy," she whispers.

They lay there for a long while, basking in the afterglow of their forbidden passion. Eventually, Daddy Clint gathers her in his arms and stands up, carrying her over to the fireplace and sliding onto the soft rug in front of it.

He lies down and pulls her on top of him, smiling as she rests her head on his chest. He knows that what they have is wrong, but he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of rightness when he's with her.

"I won't let anyone take you away from me," he says softly, stroking her hair. "You're my

little girl, and I'll always protect you."

She looks up at him with shining eyes, her love for him clear in her gaze. "I know, Daddy," she says. "I trust you."

Daddy Clint smiles at her, his heart swelling with pride and affection. He may be a flawed man, but he knows that he will always love and cherish his daughter, no matter what.

As they lay there in front of the fire, he knows that this moment will stay with him forever, a precious memory of the bond between father and daughter that could never be broken.