Damn it Layla

"Damn it, Layla!" I sighed, watching my daughter's ass as she bent over to reach something in the bottom drawer of the cupboard, causing her silk robe to rise up, showing off her firm, naked round ass as it hugged her butt plug firmly. I had to admire my daughter's resolve in keeping up with her training and I couldn't wait for the day when I would be taking her anal virginity.

"What's wrong daddy? Don't you like the view?" Layla teased, wiggling her ass for effect. Yes, that effect. It was working as my cock twitched a little.

It had been over a week since I had witnessed my daughter and her friend take things to a whole new level of kink with their watersports display. I couldn't get the scene out of my mind but it was worse whenever I was around either of the two young women, which unfortunately seemed to be scarce as of late. I was working long hours trying to finalize a corporate acquisition with my team, which meant I wasn't home a lot, never mind the fact I barely even saw my daughter.

Layla meanwhile had just been promoted to evening shift manager at the restaurant where she worked, which coupled with her school schedule, meant that her time at home was even less than mine. It was a little disheartening to say the least, especially having no time to ourselves, as our schedules were so mismatched it wasn't even funny.

"I like the view just fine, but what if Staci..."

"What if Staci does what Mr. Crandell?" Just then our blue-haired houseguest appeared, padding across the kitchen towards Layla, arms circling around my daughter's waist as she gave her a long, lingering hug while kissing her on the lips. It was hard not to see the oh-so-obvious signs of affection between the two girls knowing what I knew now, seeing the two in a totally different light from before.

I had decided to keep what I knew about their relationship a secret from the both of them for now as I hadn't the faintest idea of how I would be able to tell them what I saw last Friday night.

"Um, nothing Staci, and please stop calling me that! It's Adam." I corrected, "Mr. Crandell is my father, and you are a part of this household so no need for formalities."

"Awe, that's so sweet...Adam...that you think of me that way." Her eyes lit up from the compliment.

"Careful, next thing you know she'll want to call you 'daddy'." Layla broke in sarcastically, giving Staci a playful slap on the ass as the girl's face reddened a little from embarrassment.

"Well, she is free to call me whatever she wants." I confirmed, gulping down my last bit of coffee, looking at my watch. "Ah shit I have to go, traffic will be a bitch if I don't get moving." With that I threw my dishes in the washer and gave Layla a quick peck on the cheek, making sure to make things less obvious.

"Hey where's my kiss?" Staci pouted. I wasn't sure if she was joking or not but I humored the woman, turning on my heel to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading towards the front door.

"Told you dad, next thing you know it'll be 'daddy'!" Layla laughed as Staci smacked her shoulder, causing the blonde to yelp in discomfort.

"Love you girls, play nice, have a great day!" Was all I said as I walked out the front door, not wanting to hear the end of the conversation. I hopped in my car and drove off, my thoughts drifting to Layla once more, how our work schedules had put a damper on our activities, wondering when and how we could keep things going.

I was also beginning to sense it wasn't sitting well with her either. All through her life, whenever she felt she wasn't getting her own way, Layla would always bring out her inner brat, and in the last few days I was picking up on that simmering turmoil just under the surface of my daughter's usually laid-back disposition. Like she was tired of waiting for something to happen. In the past she would kick and scream until she got her way but as she matured, she became more calculating, making me wonder what was in store.

It didn't help that I hadn't talked to my wife in over a month which even for her seemed out of the ordinary. Yes, she was busy but lately she seemed even more distant, like there was something going on in her life that she wasn't telling us.

We still texted but it was so sporadic that we really couldn't get a decent conversation started but it seemed like she was hiding something. Not that my news was share-able either, as although Lisa was very open-minded Layla and I both knew that what we were doing would not be received well if her mother ever found out.

I put it out of my mind as I got down to business that Monday morning. It was coming down to crunch time for our acquisition and everyone was on pins and needles, myself included. The executives were hovering around, which didn't help.

I planned on hiding in my office as much as possible as it was in a far corner of the floor we were on, my door opening into a small alcove that was only occupied by my assistant, Jenna, a single, bubbly and sweet mid 30's woman who didn't back down from anyone.

She had shoulder length brown hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to pierce through to your very soul, with a fit, toned body that was built for showing off.

Her usual office attire consisted of form-hugging designer label fashions with high heels that accentuated her long, tanned legs. She always managed to pick the outfits that showed off her ample D-cups and slender waist and hips. I had more than once found myself staring at her ass while she bent over to put away a file in a lower drawer and I'm sure more than a couple of times she caught me but never said anything.

Besides, I had made it very clear to everyone that I never crapped where I ate and that included my assistant, not that it stopped the other men in the office from flocking to her desk and admiring her genuinely feminine features.

Jenna was also very good at what she did and had saved my ass on more than one occasion so I felt I owed it to her not to be the sleazy boss that I could have been. Add to the fact that her and Lisa used to work together and it was as if I had a built-in watch dog overseeing my conduct at the office. Needless to say, I was always on my best behaviour whenever Jenna was there.

That morning I was knee deep in paperwork when around 10:30 my cell phone rang. It was Layla on a video call.

"Hey daddy!" Layla's face lit up the screen.

"Hey princess what's up?" I asked. Usually if she wanted to talk Layla would just call the office and be put through to me as most of the time, I left my cell phone in my desk to keep from being interrupted.

"Are you alone?"

"Um, kind of yeah." I replied, moving my eyes towards the door, where I could see Jenna typing away on her computer with her back to me and one ear bud in while she worked, which was to say she could still hear something but not everything.

"Good! Because I wanted to show you.... this!" Layla quickly swung her phone down to her ass, the screen lighting up with her beautifully round ass cheeks. As it re-focused, I gasped as I saw that she had worked the second largest dilator into her asshole.

"Oh, wow princess that's...that's very good!" I praised, as if I were congratulating my daughter for getting an A+ on her assignment while trying to maintain some sense of decorum at my workplace. Layla wasn't having any of it as she brought the phone back up to her face, her smile washed away by a serious frown.

"Very good? Daddy let me tell you something. I've been lying her naked on my bed for the last hour and a half trying to get this thing into my ass and all you have to say it 'very good'?" She spat, not holding back on how she felt.

"Listen to me for a moment princess." I started, trying to salvage the situation while maintaining some sort of control over the fact that I was in the middle of work and she was, well, being petulant and petty. "I'm in the middle of something very important so forgive me if I can't just drop everything and kiss your ass sweetie."

"But I don't want you to kiss my ass daddy I want you to fuck it!" Her words made my cock jump a little from the forwardness in which she spoke. I glanced up to make sure that Jenna was still at her desk and she was, doing a little dance in her chair as she tapped away on her keyboard, none the wiser to what was happening.

"I will and I told you; it will happen, we just have to..."

"Have to what daddy? Be patient? Wait until the timing is right? Fuck when will that be?" I had flashbacks to when my daughter was younger and she wanted one of the most expensive dolls for Christmas, and how she threw a temper tantrum when we didn't buy it for her. Here she was, acting almost the exact same way.

"We can talk about this later. I'm in the middle of something right now." I argued, hoping it would delay her tantrum knowing that there might be other people in my office. It didn't.

"Fine! Maybe I'll just go play with my vibrator while I fuck my ass with this plug. Maybe I'll have an orgasm from it. You'd love that daddy, wouldn't you? Knowing that your little slut of a daughter is cumming without your permission!" She seethed, hanging up the call.

Flushed, I got up from my desk and went to the bathroom, splashing some water on my face to try and calm myself down. To her credit, Layla always knew what buttons to push to get me going and this time was no different. But I had to be the civil one here, I had no choice as I was stuck at the office and as much as I wanted to go home and bend her over and teach her a lesson in more ways than one for being a spoilt little brat it was impossible. The execs had made it clear that we were to finish the paperwork for the acquisition by Friday and the clock was ticking.

Returning to my office I heard my phone going off inside the drawer. Picking it up I noticed all of the notifications were from Layla. True to her word she had broke out her vibrator and was using it, as evidenced by the many pictures and even a few short videos she sent to me.

I leaned back in my chair, flipping through the pics, each one more depraved than the last. There was one where she was on all fours and had pulled the plug from her asshole ever-so-slowly. As the pics progress you could see copious amounts of lube oozing from her gaping butthole, down over her very wet pussy and onto her bed.

Not to be outdone she replayed the scene in full, this time while shooting a video, my eyes glued to the screen, watching as her yawning asshole spat out the dilator as well as another dollop of lube. It was filthy, it was raunchy, it was...making me so fucking horny I swiveled slightly in my chair so that I was hidden from Jenna's view.

Reaching down I unzipped my pants and released my cock from the confines of my pants, stroking it roughly as I replayed the videos, turning up the sound on my phone ever-so-slightly so I could hear my daughter moaning as she worked the dilator in and out of her reddening shit hole.

At one point she had both the vibrator in her pussy and the dilator wedged inside her ass, pumping them back and forth in a hot double penetration scene that would have made an awesome solo porn video.

"Oh fuck daddy, don't you wish you were here to tell me that I was a bad girl, to tell me when to cum?" She moaned purposely on the video, letting me know what I was missing out on. "Well, you're not here to do that daddy so your little slut daughter is going to cum all by herself...."

My mouth went dry as Layla pistoned the toys in and out of her gaping holes, mashing her thumb down on her clit, legs shaking as she rode the toys to what I imagined was an earth-shattering climax.

"Oh yes oh yes oh yes daddy, don't you love watching me fucking my holes? I'm such a nasty little slut but there's no one here to make me stop! I wish you were here to tell me when to cum...but you're not so...so...so oh fuck I'm cummmiiinnggg!" My daughter narrated as she plunged both toys deep into her holes, thighs clamping shut, her cries and whimpers making me so hot as she called out to me.

I was now on the verge of my own orgasm as my fist pumped the first few volleys of cum from my aching cock, splattering my seed all over the side of my desk, while I tried to stifle any groans of pleasure so as not to attract Jenna's attention. I was sweating like I'd just run a marathon and my legs shook to the point the chair was rattling as my orgasm subsided ever-so-slowly.

Glancing up I noticed that Jenna was none the wiser, oblivious in her own little world as she bopped along to the music playing in her ear. I quickly grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped off the side of my desk as well as my softening cock, tucking it back into my pants before anyone came barging into the office.              Grabbing my phone, I read one last text from my daughter.

"You enjoy the show daddy? Of course you did you fucking pervert! Too bad you weren't here to see it in person. You should know I always get what I want and Iwill. Game on." I chuckled uneasily as I read the words, an almost eerie sense of foreboding coming over me. That was Layla, when she didn't get her way, she made sure that everyone knew, and this time was no exception.

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The next morning, I made sure that I was out of the house before anyone else was awake as I didn't want an awkward confrontation with my daughter, especially after the events of the day before. My mind was still a blur with how things played out but I managed to put those thoughts aside and dove straight into my work, although at times it was hard to concentrate.

Between the video and Layla's unyielding attitude I knew that eventually we would have to have a talk. I just didn't know how or even what we had to discuss. I was pissed that she seemed to think that I should have just dropped everything when she called when she knew how hectic this week was going to be.

I was working some numbers for the executives that needed to be done by the end of the day when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Jenna long time no see!" Layla's voice sung through the office alcove.

"Hey Lays! Yeah, it's been a while! Look at you, all grown up!" Jenna shuffled around her desk to give my daughter a hug. "What brings you by?"

"Oh, you know my dad, always forgetting something at home. I was just at the gym so I thought I'd drop by and give it to him." Layla replied as the girls chuckled to themselves.

"Don't I know it; well sweetheart just go on in." Jenna invited, showing my daughter into the office. I watched as Layla bounced through the doorway happily, partially closing the door behind her. She was still wearing her gym attire, and I watched the purple cherry colored material stretch and mould to every nook and crevice of her body as she sashayed over to me.

"Hi daddy!" She chimed happily, giving me a warm hug. I was beginning to think that the events of yesterday were long forgotten in her mind. I was wrong.

"Hey princess what are you..." I started.

"Oh stop!" Layal cut in, lowering her voice slightly, her smile gone. "I'm not here to make up, not yet."

My blood ran cold as the other side of Layla was coming out. The brat.

"No, I just came by to show you something. Luckily this time you can't ignore me." She smirked, turning her head slightly, her blonde ponytail swishing deliciously behind her. Her body was still damp from her workout as I looked her up and down, a thin sheen of sweat still covering her bare arms and shoulders.

"Sit." Layla barked as I eased myself into my chair. I knew when to take a stand with my daughter but the way her eyes stared at me, almost through me, I realized this was not the time. She shuffled a few papers around on my desk then planted herself on it, directly in front of me.

"So, what did you want to show me?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to keep the atmosphere calm and light as my gaze ran over her firm tits that strained against her sports bra nicely, her nipples poking into the fabric as I assumed the office air conditioning was working them over.

Layla just smirked and lifted her legs, placing one foot on either armrest of my office chair, reclining slightly back in my desk. My cock twitched a little as now I was gazing down between her open legs, my eyes sifting along her cherry-colored leggings all the way up to her mound.

As I looked more intently, I could see her fleshy pussy lips making the slightest indent in the material, damp from her workout, and it made me a little light headed imagining the scent that was probably hiding just on the other side.

"I just wanted to show you something that you've probably forgotten about since, you know, we can't fuck anymore." Layla snapped loudly, so much so that I was sure Jenna would have heard. I glanced past my daughter's lithe frame to see that the door was still partially closed, but not all the way.

"We can't fuck..." I started, lowering my tone to almost a whisper, "We can't fuck as you call it, because daddy has to make sure that I still have a job, so you can have all of the fun that you want." I tensed, my eyes burning into hers as we stared each other down.

"Fine. But I just wanted to remind you of what you're missing out on..." Layla's total demeanor and tone changed into the purring little sex kitten that I remembered from just a few weeks ago.

Reaching for her left leg Layla pried the sneaker off her foot, turning it so that I could see the dark sweat stains on the inner sole.

"Go ahead daddy, give it a sniff. I know you want to!" She claimed, raising the sneaker to my face.

"Not now Layla!" I barked, backing away.

"Listen. We can do this the easy way or I can scream like you're hitting me and have half the office in here in under ten seconds. Your choice daddy!" My daughter deadpanned back at me, again raising her sneaker towards my face. "Go ahead, don't be shy, give it a nice sniff."

"You wouldn't!" I hissed back, my eyes burning with anger.

"Do you really want to find out what I can and can't do? C'mon daddy you know me better than that!" Layla wasn't backing down and I had to surrender to that fact before I found myself in a situation that I had no way of explaining my way out of.

"Fine. I'll play your little game." I started, directing my nose towards the opening of her sweaty sneaker and inhaling slightly. My senses were filled with the damp, earthy scent of her well-used footwear as I breathed in the musky odor for a few seconds before she took it away.

"That's it my foot smelling pervert, nice, isn't it? I just ran a 5 k on the treadmill before I came here, so they're extra spicy!" She announced, running her fingers along the footbed of the sneaker before planting them on my lips. I begrudgingly opened my mouth and she stuck her fingers inside, swishing them around on my tongue. As much as I hated the humiliating aspect of what she was doing my body was betraying my mind as my cock started to rise in my pants.

I kept glancing past my daughter to make sure that no one was entering, least of all Jenna, who would have probably blown the situation out of proportion. Layla glanced back and taking stock of the situation, continued her charade. Removing her other sneaker, she leaned back on the desk, raising her feet so that her sock-covered soles were in front of my face. My eyes immediately went to the wet, dirty footprint outlines on the white cotton bottoms, and I could smell the sweaty aroma emanating from them.

Without warning she shoved her sweaty socked feet on my face, rubbing them all over, the pungent fragrance invading my senses. Layla giggled at the torture and continued working her sweaty peds all over, knowing that it was turning me on to no end, my cock straining in my pants.

"Such a good little foot bitch." My daughter breathed, her face alight from the pleasure she was deriving from having her feet on my face before she took things to another level.