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Junha bursts through the door of Gunil's office with a big pout on her lips, a very flustered Jungsu, his new secretary, following her.
Junha is dripped out in her favourite designer, of course, a faded printed maxi dress in greens and browns, a black mesh shirt covering her arms and narrow shoulders. Her neck is draped in necklaces from the same brand, pearls in her ears and her favourite pair of leather platform boots on her feet.
She rolls her eyes at Jungsu's flustered attempts to redirect her out of the office and back into the lobby, crossing her arms under her small breasts and stomping over to Gunil.
“Daddy,” Junha pouts, sitting on the edge of his desk and knocking aside his carefully organised pencils. Jungsu winces in the corner of his eyes, but Gunil just smiles.
“Junie,” he mocks, smiling at her and reaching out to play with her hair, freshly dyed black again. “Let me guess,” Gunil pretends to muse for a moment. “You already blew through your monthly allowance?”
Junha's bottom lip juts out further and her painted fingernails drum anxiously on the mahogany. “Sorry, daddy…” she says, though she isn't really sorry at all.
Gunil tuts with amusement and waves Jungsu over. “Jungsu-yah,” he says. “Let her in whenever from now on. No need to call ahead.”
“Oh,” Jungsu murmurs, small and shocked. He blinks. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Dismissed,” Gunil says and Jungsu scampers out of the room. Turning back to Junha, he sighs fondly and takes her hand, kissing the back of it lightly. “Oh, I spoil you,” he says mildly. “And yet you're still here to ask for more money, aren't you?”
Junha sheepishly looks down at her lap, fiddling with her many rings. She inhales sharply, ready to start her plea and Gunil leans back in his chair, entertained.
“It's just…” Junha starts. “We're having that brunch tomorrow to celebrate Seungminie getting out of rehab-”
Gunil raises an eyebrow. “Is that such a good idea?” He asks. Oh Seungmin, daughter of the CEO of one of Gunil's own subsidiaries, is a sweet girl with a penchant for shopping sprees and unfortunately, cocaine. He hates thinking that his Junie would dabble in the stuff, but Seungmin isn't a bad influence in that regard - Junha is the one who introduced the drug to her.
Junha rolls her eyes. “A couple mimosas are not going to have her relapse. Daddy, come on, I love Seungminie, I'm not going to bring coke within a fifty foot radius of her ever again. Clearly, she can't handle it...”
“I'd rather you didn't have any coke to bring,” Gunil grumbles. “Or any drug, for that matter.”
“Even weed?” Junha grins, her bunny teeth poking through her smile. “You’re no fun, daddy.”
Gunil smiles at her fondly. He can never fight her for long. “‘s that so?” He asks. “Then shall I cancel your all expenses paid trip to Paris Fashion Week?”
Junha gasps, pulling her legs up on the desk and crawling forward. Her eyes shine with such childish excitement Gunil can't help but chuckle fondly. “No, no, I'm sorry,” she starts. “Really, daddy? Did you really get me tickets?”
“Of course, princess,” Gunil says, wrapping his hands around her tiny waist and lifting her into his lap with ease. She's always so light. Perched on his thighs like this, it reminds him that his little girl is all grown up. “I only want you happy, hmm?”
Junha nods eagerly, cupping his cheeks and pressing lipsticked kisses to them in her excitement. “Ah, I really won't ask for much, then, daddy, just a little money for food and drinks and maybe, shopping with Minie?”
Gunil kisses her neck and Junha tilts her head for better access, spreading her legs to straddle him properly. “Didn't you waste all of daddy's money on clothes this month already?”
“Vivienne Westwood is not a waste,” Junha gasps, whining beautifully deep in her throat as he sucks a mark into her soft, slightly peach-scented skin. “And no, I bought other stuff too!”
Gunil hums, his fingers trailing up her legs and to her thighs, slipping under her dress to grip her ass. She yelps, biting her pretty lips. They shine with spit and the waxy dark red lipstick she's wearing. “Let me guess,” Gunil says, tugging her little lace panties down her slim thighs. “More guitars?”
“Mmhmm,” Junha agrees, her eyelashes fluttering. “I'm sorry I spent it all, daddy.”
“I keep it limited so that you might learn,” Gunil scolds her lightly, a finger tracing her wet lips. She trembles in his lap. “But you never do.”
Junha hangs her head, but she's not really ashamed, just like Gunil isn't really mad. He could never be mad at his precious daughter. He slowly pushes a finger into her dripping pussy, rewarded with a soft sigh of pleasure.
The closest Gunil has ever come to being truly mad at her was that time she nearly hooked up with Jooyeon. She'd dragged her half-brother to a party and got him so high and drunk Jooyeon ended up making out with her, but seeing how awful Junha felt with mascara tears smearing her face, he'd just felt bad for her. She really hadn't intended to either, almost as fucked up herself, tripping hard and so drunk she was bordering on alcohol poisoning. Thankfully, she'd fallen into bed with Seungmin rather than her brother, and Gunil hadn't had to worry about potential incest babies.
Speaking of which, Gunil yanks open his desk drawer, digging around for condoms and coming up empty. He sighs and presses the button to call Jungsu in.
“Daddy,” Junha begs, her nails digging into his shoulders as she grinds down on his finger. “Ah, please, daddy!”
Gunil bites the column of her throat, inserting a second finger and scissoring them against her walls. “Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks. Junha nods desperately, sweet little noises punched out of her with every thrust of his fingers.
There's a knock on the door and Jungsu peers through the glass. Gunil beckons him in, never stopping the ministrations of his fingers. Junha buries her head in the crook of his neck, embarrassed and overwhelmed, but Gunil can feel the way she flutters and clenches around him. She's always liked it when he brings his secretaries in to watch. The humiliation gets her off.
“Jungsu-yah,” Gunil purrs. Jungsu's pretty cheeks are flushed deep red, his eyes awkwardly averted from Junha shallowly bouncing in his lap. Cute. “Go buy us some condoms.”
Jungsu blinks rapidly with long eyelashes. “W-what?” He asks, taken aback. Gunil sighs.
“You're my personal assistant,” Gunil reminds him. “Not just my secretary. You do what I tell you,” he grins, stroking over the raised spot inside Junha that makes her cry out. “Now, go.”
Jungsu nods and speed walks out of the door, blush crawling up his neck from the collar of his carefully pressed shirt.
Junha whines, tugging on his tie to get Gunil's eyes back on her. She kisses him deeply, gasping into his mouth with every little movement. “Daddy, daddy, more,” she whispers against his lips, sticky with both their saliva and her makeup. Gunil chuckles, his thumb gliding over her wet clit and swallowing her moan with another kiss. She clenches around his fingers, warm and sopping wet and so, so tight. She's so small in so many ways, and Gunil needs Jungsu to hurry up with the condoms already so he can fuck her good and proper.
Junha's breaths are quickening in the telltale way that means her orgasm is quickly approaching and Gunil grins, his spare hand fondling one of her small tits. “You're so easy, aren't you?” He coos, stroking the hard bud of her nipple through the fabric of her clothes. “You'd let daddy do anything he wanted to you.”
“Y-yeah,” Junha nods, her hips stuttering. “Anything, daddy.”
Gunil rewards her by increasing the speed of his fingers, pressing down hard on her clit as she bucks her hips desperately. “That's my good girl,” he praises, licking into her open mouth. She groans, tears clinging to her lower lashes. Just a little more, Gunil knows, curling his fingers hard into her g-spot, and she'll come from just his hand.
“Daddy, daddy!” Junha chants, her head tilted back, sweaty hair framing her face like a goddess in a Renaissance painting. “Fuck, daddy, I-I- I’m gonna come!”
“Go on, baby,” he says, her thighs clamping around his wrist. “Come for daddy.”
Junha wails, her pussy sucking Gunil in knuckle deep, clenching so hard his bones ache as her glistening juices trail down his wrist and soak into his already damp pants. “Oh, oh, oh, daddy!” Junha cries, rocking slightly where Gunil shallowly fucks her through her orgasm. “Ah, ha, ah…”
Dazed, Junha goes rather limp and Gunil draws his fingers out of her. From where she slumps against his chest, Junha watches him lick his fingers clean and sighs, satisfied. She blinks slowly, her eyes hazy like any intelligence has been fucked right out of her, but her long fingers are aware enough to trail the bulge in Gunil's slacks.
“Daddy…wants to fuck me?” She asks, tilting her head. Gunil wipes the tears from her cheeks and commends her eye makeup for holding steady.
He kisses her cheek. “Of course,” he agrees. “But daddy can't fuck you without condoms, darling.”
Junha knows this, but she stares at him like she's never heard something so dumb in her life. Gunil can't help but laugh at her offended little face. She's so damn cute.
“Hmph,” is all she says before she's slipping off Gunil's lap and onto the floor where she kneels in between his legs. Resting her head on his thick thigh, she bats her eyelashes up at him. Gunil sighs fondly and cards a gentle hand through her hair, loosening the knots that have started to form. She doesn't even bother to fumble with his belt, uncoordinated at the best of times, and Gunil takes mercy on her, unbuckling it and unzipping his slacks.
Junha continues to lie there, enjoying her hair being played with. She hums softly, eyes half-closed, even as Gunil frees his cock and fists himself roughly. Pre-come drips onto her cheek and she barely stirs, so Gunil taps the head of his cock against her lips.
Opening her mouth, Junha's pink lips close delicately around his swollen tip, suckling at it like a baby on their bottle. Clearly pleased, she finally makes the effort to move and take him deeper in her wet mouth, her tongue licking the vein on the underside of his shaft. She takes him deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock is pressed against the soft, wet velvet of her throat and Gunil loses control, thrusting into her roughly.
Junha chokes, but it seems to wake her up and she swallows around him, setting Gunil's veins alight with arousal. Her throat is so tight and wet around him as she pushes past her gag reflex. Soon, her nose rests in the hair on his groin, her mouth and throat full to bursting with his cock. She breathes carefully through her nose, each exhale tickling his sensitive skin and his balls are already growing tight.
“Fuck, Junie…” he moans low in his throat. “God, baby girl, daddy could come just like this.”
Junha hums, the vibrations sending shocks of arousal through him. Tugging her hair lightly, Gunil holds her still as he thrusts into his daughter's tight throat. He grunts, her soft flesh squeezing his cock just right. Each thrust is punctuated with wet, squelching noises from Junha's throat, awful gasps as air is punched from her, but her eyes roll back in pleasure and she moans.
Gunil bites his lips, surrendering to the sensations. Junha hollows her cheeks and bobs her head, sucking with renewed vigour even as Gunil fucks her throat roughly and without pause. His fingers curl around the arms of his chair and his eyes fall shut.
“That's it, Junie,” he murmurs, stroking her hair. Her fingers grip the loose fabric of his slacks, her saliva dripping onto the floor. “Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?”
Junha nods between his thighs, swallowing around him. A timid knock on the door lets him know Jungsu has returned and Gunil gestures for him to come in. For a moment, Jungsu looks around, confused, but as he approaches the desk to hand the discreet box over, he finally notices Junha half under the desk, sucking cock like it's the only thing she knows how to do. She blinks her eyes open and meets Jungsu's shocked gaze. That's all Gunil needs to spill down her throat, coming with a cry muffled into his fist.
Junha swallows eagerly, licking up every last drop of come, even that which trickles down her chin in streaks of white. Spent and oversensitive, Gunil tugs her hair and half-lifts her back into his lap, kissing her with too much tongue and teeth. She tastes like him, her tongue heavy with his salty musk and lips swollen. Gripping her tiny waist tightly, he swallows her mouth up, enjoying the little whimpers she lets out when he bites into her lips and grazes his teeth over her tongue.
He pulls away, grinning up at Jungsu as Junha latches onto his neck, rubbing her wet folds over his naked cock, making him twitch.
“Stay,” Gunil tells him, taking the box of condoms from his hand delicately. He opens it and selects one, tossing the box onto his desk carelessly. Tearing it open with his teeth, he rolls it onto his rapidly hardening cock.
Jungsu lingers next to them, his face blazing red and lips bitten. He doesn't know where to look and awkwardly shuffles on his feet. Junha kisses him, rutting against his length, covering him in her slick. She's jealous, Gunil knows, trying to recapture his attention, and he relents, kissing her and lifts her fragile hips into the air.
Junha squawks indignantly, but reaches down to stroke over his cock, holding him steady as Gunil slowly lowers her.
“Daddy,” Junha whines as she bottoms out. She's so tight around him, throbbing and dripping everywhere. “Daddy, so full!” Her eyes well up with tears as Gunil shallowly grinds into her. “Hurts…” she whimpers.
Gunil strokes her cheek, wiping away the tears that fall. “Oh, princess,” he coos. “You can take it, can't you?”
Junha nods, a small sob bubbling through her lips. “Like it,” she mumbles. Gunil knows. He wouldn't hurt his precious little girl, not if she didn't want it. “More, daddy, more.”
Gunil is all too happy to give it to her, supporting her weight as she weakly tries to bounce on his cock. She's so hot and wet, her tight pussy gripping his cock like she'll never let go. He grows frustrated with her pathetic attempts to ride him, never quite enough stimulation, and so he pulls out and deposits her on the desk, driving back into her in one smooth motion. Her dress is tucked all the way up to her flat stomach, her thighs and pretty pink pussy exposed to the air, and more importantly to Jungsu. Gunil fucks her rapidly, her pussy squelching and slick frothing around him.
“So pretty,” he smiles down at her blissed out face, leaning over to kiss her and squeezing her covered breasts in his hands. Junha's eyes flutter, her dark hair sprawled across the wood, curling from the sweat that dampens it. She looks a mess, her lipstick colouring her chin, her cheeks flushed with sex and pupils blown wide. Her eyeliner has finally given up and smeared with her tears, and her swollen lips hang open, pleas falling from her cherry red mouth.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she gasps in the back of her throat, her legs wrapping around Gunil and drawing him in closer, heeled boots locking together at her slim ankles. He slips his hands under her silk dress, pushing it up and peeling the tight mesh shirt over her tits. They're small and pert enough that Junha doesn't usually bother with a bra, and Gunil rolls the soft flesh in his hands, flicking his tongue over the bud of her nipple. “Yes!” Junha cries when he latches onto her, flicking his tongue over her nipple and sucking. “Yes, yes, yes, daddy! Fuck me, daddy, fuck me harder, please, please!”
Gunil obliges, still sucking her tits as he increases his speed. He fucks her hard and rough against the smooth wood of his desk. His balls slap against her ass, echoing in the room, and Junha is moaning, tossing her head side to side with the overwhelming pleasure.
“He's hard, daddy,” she slurs, and Gunil grunts, looking up from his daughter's perfect breasts to glance at Jungsu. His secretary is hard, his dick straining in his pants, and Gunil can't help but grin smugly.
“Beautiful, isn't she?” He asks, slipping his fingers into Junha's pretty mouth. She moans around them and sucks desperately, clenching around his cock and nearly sending him over the edge. “You want…” he groans, drawing his hips back so just the tip rests inside Junha's sloppy pussy before slamming back into her. Her back arches off the desk and her hands grip the edge, knuckles turning white. “You want to fuck her, too?” Gunil pants. “Want my sloppy seconds?”
Junha lets out a guttural moan around his fingers and Jungsu audibly whimpers. “S-sir,” he stutters. “I'm not sure I should…I shouldn't be here.”
Gunil tuts. “Oh, don't say that,” he grins, pulling his fingers out of Junha's mouth. The room is once again filled with her desperate moans. “But you can't have her,” he says. “I'm very protective over my precious girl, you see. No other man is good enough, Jungsu-yah. You can watch, but not touch, hmm?”
Jungsu does, his eyes fixed on where they're joined together. He's so innocent and uncertain. Gunil laughs at his perturbed expression, lifting Junha's hips a little higher to fuck deeper into her. “My baby doesn't want you, anyway, right, Junie?”
Junha struggles to follow, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Her eyes roll and her tongue clumsily manages words. “Not a chance in h-hell,” she pants, moaning brokenly. “B-but- hnngh, he can watch- ah daddy, please!”
“Good girl,” he reassures, stroking her cheek gently in direct contrast to how he relentlessly plunges into her pussy. “Like I said,” he continues to a gaping Jungsu. “I'm the only man who can have her,” Gunil chuckles. “Though, she knows I fuck my secretaries, just like I know she fucks her girl friends.”
“Oh,” Jungsu says, his cheeks burning scarlet again when he realises he's now one of the secretaries Gunil so loves to fuck. It's so cute seeing the gears turn in his pretty head.
Gunil smiles smugly to himself, staring at his pretty girl's face. Her tits bounce with each thrust of his cock. Chasing his orgasm that is beginning to crest, he loses all rhythm, fucking desperately into Junha, splitting her open on his cock. She cries out, clenching around him and coming with a sudden rush of arousal, squirting all over his thick length. It dribbles down her thighs as Gunil spurts his load into the condom, the warmth of his daughter's pussy so close and yet so far.
Pulling out, he rolls the condom off and ties it up, tossing it aside. He uses some tissues to mop her up, the sweet, tangy scent of her juices flooding the room. Gunil helps her into a sitting position, pulling her shirt and dress back down. Junha wiggles and kicks her panties off where they're caught on her boots, leaving her bare beneath her clothes. She grabs his tie and pulls him in for another kiss, wiping the lipstick from his cheeks with her thumbs.
She stands on shaking legs, pulling her dress the rest of the way down. Gunil sighs softly, as she fixes his tie where she loosened it. Her mother, Heeju, did always tower over him, but Gunil likes that in his girls, clearly. Junha has her eyes, too. He kisses her softly. “You're so gorgeous,” he murmurs, staring at her beautifully sculpted face. “My gorgeous girl. You so tall, now.”
“Don't get sappy on me, daddy,” Junha rolls those pretty eyes, though she smiles smugly. “The three-inch platforms help a lot.”
“Of course,” Gunil agrees easily, although she outmatched him in height by the time she was sixteen. “Jungsu will call for the driver to take you home.”
Junha raises her eyebrows. “Oh? You're not gonna bend him over next?”
Jungsu makes a sound of protest that he quickly silences and Junha fixes him with a dirty look.
“Don't pretend you don't want it,” she snarls, pressing one of her sharp black fingernails into his chest. “How old are you? You look like a twink, what, twenty-five? Daddy likes them my age,” she emphasizes. “You're just some dumb bitch he owns, he’s not your daddy, and he certainly doesn't love you. So enjoy his cock and paychecks whilst they last.”
Gunil drags her away from him and she hisses like a feral cat. “Darling, there's no need to be jealous,” he promises, kissing her lips chastely. “I love you, Junie. My perfect girl.”
Junha preens with the praise, a self-satisfied little grin on her face as she runs her hands through her dark hair, untangling the knots. “I love you too, daddy,” she says. “I left my bag with your bodyguards, so I'll go get it and call the driver! Come home for dinner? Jooyeonie misses you.”
“Of course,” Gunil promises. He misses Jooyeon as well. His son is a loveable little airhead, but Gunil does dread him inheriting the company. Still, it was promised in the marriage to his mother, and Miyeon has been an excellent friend, fuck and mother to the ‘twins’, so he holds up his end of the deal. But he and Jooyeon just don't have the bond that he does with his daughter. Junha has been the apple of his eye since she was born, and when she finally became an adult and grew into herself, this started between them.
Junha kisses his cheek and stumbles away, shoulder-checking Jungsu. She pauses at the doors and dangles her panties from her fingers. “Oh,” she says. “I don't need these anymore.”
She tosses them to Gunil and he catches them, inhaling his daughter's scent on the lace as the door clicks shut behind her. God, he's whipped. He'd really do anything for his baby girl, and for her pink pussy. Mouthing over the fabric, he sighs, and wires a couple million won over to his Junie. After a fuck like that, she really deserves it.