Cum all over my face

I had made Daddy proud. I did everything.

Everything that he wanted today.

When I finally reached Daddy, I laid my hands on his thighs. He pushed them away, glanced underneath the table at me sternly, and gave me those eyes he always did when he wanted me to wait patiently on my knees for him.

I could be stubborn with Logan, Mr. Johnny or Mr. Archer. But I could never be stubborn with daddy.

 I sat back on my heels, my legs spread and my pussy dripping onto the tiled floor underneath me. Bucking my hips back and forth, I impatiently waited for my father to be finished with his presentation while rubbing and teasing my pussy with my fingers.

 “We’ll have a look at the stats and come up with a plan,” Daddy said to my father.

My father gathered his materials and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. The men let out a collective, pleasure-filled sigh as the door closed.

Daddy pushed back his chair and stood up, holding a hand underneath the table for me.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Daddy ordered. “Let Daddy see that pretty face of yours.”

      With my face covered with cum, I crawled out from underneath the table. Daddy took my hands and helped me to my feet, then placed me on the conference table in front of all the men I just sucked off and made come.

      Daddy maneuvered his way between my legs, unzipping his pants and pulling my ass to the edge. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed himself into me. “God, sweetheart, you look so”...another thrust...“fucking”...another thrust...“beautiful.”

My pussy tightened around him, the pressure immediately rising. “You think so?”

“Oh, honey, I know so,” he grunted, slamming his cock into me. “With this cum all over your face …” He placed his large palm across my face and rubbed their cum into my skin, over my mouth, ruining my mascara even more. “So beautiful.”

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, throwing my head back.

The pressure rose between my legs, the warmth growing. I clenched and whimpered softly, thrusting my hand between my legs and rubbing my clit. Every one of my father’s coworkers and bosses leaned back in their chairs and watched me get fucked by Daddy.

      “I want to come,” I pleaded, my pussy tightening harder around him. “Can I come?”

      “Only because you’ve done so good today and asked so nicely, sweetheart.”

He rested his forehead against mine and continued to pump into me, his thrusts long and steady. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

      My pussy exploded around him. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans.

Grasping the edges of the table, I squeezed my eyes closed, the orgasm continuing to rip through me.

      “Where do you want my cum?” he asked. “All over your face with the rest of Daddy’s friends’ loads, down your hot little throat”, he dipped his head, mouth against my ear, “or buried in your cunt?”

“Inside me, please.”

“You want me to get you pregnant in front of all my friends?” he murmured into my ear, nipping at it lightly, his voice low and gruff, the way it always was moments before he shot his load into me.

Thoughts of him getting me pregnant hit harder than when Mr. Archer said it, but I'll never tell him that. Mr. Archer fuc'ked me good in his own way.

"You want Daddy's cum in you, huh?"

“Yes,” I cried out, pussy pulsing around him, waves of pleasure rushing through me.

      Daddy thrust into me twice more, his hands grasping my waist tightly and his mouth on mine. “Oh fuck,” he said, dragging the word out. “Kiara, you’re such a good girl. Such a good fucking” he slammed his cock into me and stilled “girl.”

      After a couple moments, Daddy pulled himself out of me. “You’ve done so good,” Daddy whispered into my ear, pushing some cum off my chin and staring me in the eyes with his dark yet comforting eyes.

“I’m going to clean you up and take you home for the night. Would you like that?”

I whimpered and nodded, eyes wide.

      He smiled softly at me and tucked some hair behind my ear, then called for Nancy, his assistant, to come into the room. “Nancy, get me a towel and some water for Kiara, then clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”

      “But, sir, you have a meeting with...”

      “Clear my schedule,” he repeated with finality, shrugging off his suit jacket and placing it around my shoulders.

He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me off the conference table, his arm slipping around my waist. “I’m taking Kiara home, then to dinner. Reschedule whatever I have, no matter how important.”

“You don’t have to,” I started.

“Yes, I do,” he said. “It’s my job to take care of you.”

And he did. He still does in more ways than one.