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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut be me.
“Sorry I’m late, baby. I promise I have a good excuse,” Russell muttered while kissing a line along his daughter’s neck.
“Mmm… what is it?” Quinn moaned.
“I stopped on the way home to see Russ,” Russell answered.
By then, Russell was roughly squeezing Quinn’s tits.
“God… it makes me wet when you’re such a good father,” Quinn whimpered.
She was a mess, with her father’s hands on her tits and wet from… well him.
“I would have been sooner but Rico’s mother accosted me and I just managed to escape before she really got going,” Russell said.
Quinn grabbed his tie and kissed him hard, shoving her tongue down his throat to mark her territory.
He knew what she was doing, and her tongue felt wonderful.
“I hate that bitch. She’s always drooling over my man. She even tries to get Rachel to bring him over on the off chance you’ll show up,” Quinn growled.
Russell swallowed.
Quinn was usually quietly secure in their relationship, but occasionally this possessive vixen came out to play.
Russell always had fun when that happened, but he never wanted to play with her emotions.
“You know I’m completely yours baby, but please feel free to show me exactly why I’m with you and not her,” he murmured, sucking on her neck and moving one hand to cup her pussy through her panties.
She stopped him with a hand on his chest.
She just couldn’t right now.
Not only were there other things to attend to, she just was too angry at… well, Russell.
She knew it was irrational, but she couldn’t help it.
“No. Right now, all I can think about are her paws all over you, and I just want to punch you,” she barked.
This was something completely new to Russell.
He knew that Rita bitch would be trouble.
“How is any of this my fault?” Russell grumbled.
Frankly, he was perplexed and very put out.
But, he didn’t want to have it out now because at the end of the day, he wanted Quinn to succeed.
So, he’d put it off until they got home and make sure he took care of whatever was making Quinn insecure and upset.
That probably would involve sex, but he was prepared to do whatever it took, whatever it was.
Russell readjusted his hard-on and dutifully followed his wife to one of the conference rooms.
Junior’s was starting to look like a restaurant with every day that passed.
There was already a buzz about it.
Santana made sure to do her part… whatever that was.
On cue, Santana loudly burst into the restaurant as Russell and Quinn settled in to talk about the next step of the renovations.
“This better be good, bitch. These shoes cost more than this building, and if they get dirty, you’ll be replacing them,” she blustered.
Quinn’s eyebrow shut Santana up and made her take a seat next to Russell.
Russell’s dick twitched in his pants.
Damn, that eyebrow had multiple superpowers.
“Now… I brought you here to talk about an investment,” Quinn started. “As you know, Junior’s is set to be the newest hot spot in the city. It will provide a nice setting for families and couples of all ages to enjoy a homemade Italian meal in the comfortable atmosphere of a bistro.”
Quinn paused for effect.
“But recently, the slot next to this place became available, and I’d like to purchase it. I want to make it into a pub.”
“Baby, you know all you have to do is say the word. If you want it, you just have to tell me and I’ll make it happen,” Russell interrupted.
Quinn smiled and looked deep into her husband’s eyes.
Their spat was forgotten.
“Bleh.”
Santana broke their bubble.
“I love you… so much, Daddy, my wonderful husband.” Her smile warmed even more as her heart swelled. “But, I want to do this on my own. Do you understand?”
“Of course, Princess,” he answered.
He wanted to give her the world, but he knew she was more than capable of taking it on her own.
“I love you…”
“Okay! Why am I here?” Santana interrupted.
Quinn signaled to the end of the table where Brittany sat, waiting patiently to be acknowledged.
Even Santana had been too preoccupied with her bluster to notice her. “Britt? What are you doing here?” Santana asked, confused.
“I’m working, that’s what. Sanny, I want you to buy me half of the place Quinn was talking about, please,” she said as if she were asking Santana to borrow a spritz of perfume.
“Of course, baby. I’ll have the papers drawn up by tomorrow.”
Russell and Quinn laughed.
Santana was so whipped, and it was so funny.
Brittany was a mythical creature that could make Santana Lopez, badass extraordinaire, do anything.
Russell interrupted Santana’s full-body pout to turn his attention back to Quinn.
“Baby, do you think you can handle two separate businesses opening at the same time?”
“Yes, I do,” Quinn answered.
“Then, so do I, obviously. What do you need from me?” Russell asked.
Santana looked quietly smug.
Ignoring Santana, Quinn outlined some ways Russell could contribute resources, of a non-monetary variety, to help get the pub up and running.
As she wound down by spouting benefits to the community and the reputation of Fabray Enterprises, Brittany spoke up.
“It’ll be good for our peace of mind, too,” Brittany said.
“What do you mean?” Russell asked.
“Well… Brittany and I are always afraid one or both of you is going to get hurt when things get… hairy,” Quinn answered. “So, we thought you could use the pub as an unofficial headquarters where you could meet with clients, make deals, blah blah blah… all that stuff, but secretly, hidden away so the wrong people don’t know you’re here.”
She got up and sat on Russell’s lap.
“That way, you would be in a safe place, and we could spend some time with you. We wouldn’t interfere, but just having you here would make us feel better.”
They stared into each other’s eyes, and Quinn pecked Russell’s lips.
Russell had agreed without saying a word.
Santana looked even smugger, though of course she didn’t even dare look at Brittany at this point or she may agree to carry their firstborn starting tomorrow.
“What are you going to name the club?” Russell asked.
“Daddy’s,” Quinn replied smoothly.
Russell smiled, and Santana stood up so fast, her chair almost fell over.
“Oh no. I’m not investing money in a club called that when I know what it means,” Santana fumed. “I’ll be picturing my best friend moaning every time I see it.”
She had actually witnessed just that ten times too many, which was ten times total.
“It was Brittany’s idea. She thought it would be funny,” Quinn replied.
Looking at the other blonde for confirmation, Brittany simply nodded excitedly.
“Okay.” Santana exhaled and plopped back into her seat.
Brittany relocated to Santana’s lap and almost made Santana forget about the creepiness of the name.
Almost.
Meanwhile, Russell kept quiet.
He didn’t move, but it wasn’t necessary.
Quinn recognized the look on her father’s face easily.
“S, maybe you should take B out to celebrate her new business venture,” Quinn said, staring deep into her father’s eyes.
“Don’t we have t—” Santana watched Quinn’s hand cup Russell’s crotch. “Let’s go celebrate, Britt.”
She pushed Brittany up and dragged her away as fast as she possibly could.
The door was barely closed before Quinn’s dress was on the floor.
***
“Daddy, can I dress like you for Mommy’s party, pwease?” a wide-eyed Junior asked his father.
“You want to wear a tie?” Russell asked, smiling at his beautiful boy.
“Yes, daddy. I want to look like you. Mommy says you look very handsome wif your suits, so can I?”
“Of course, buddy. How about we ask Rachel to take you shopping so you can choose something to surprise Mommy? How does that sound?” Russell said crouched and ruffling Russ’s hair.
Junior nodded exaggeratedly.
Russell was so proud of his family.
The restaurant was finished, and so was the club.
The grand opening was in a week.
Quinn was a perfectionist, so Quinn was stressed to the max trying to get every detail right.
It reminded everyone of when Quinn was pregnant and just about due.
Russ told everyone he met that his mommy named her restaurant after him.
He wanted to be there all the time to see ‘his’ restaurant.
It was cute, though less so when he insisted on sleeping in his parents’ bed because he loved them both so much.
They were, again, finding it hard to have some ‘alone time.’
Santana sat across from Russell at his desk.
Russell was tapping his pen incessantly on the desk.
Santana reached across and stopped him.
“Boss, you look like you’re about to climb the walls. So, here’s what I’m gonna do. Auntie ‘Tana will take the little shit off your hands for a bit while you and Q-ball can… do whatever it is you do,” Santana said.
“And how much will it cost me?”
“You break my heart, boss... can’t I do something nice?” Santana asked, faking offence.
“No,” Russell answered.
“Okay, okay. Fine. Britts is so excited about the big club opening that she’s thinking of the future again. She’s talking engagements, weddings, kids and it’s freaking me out,” Santana shuddered.
“So I thought you could lend me your little fucker and I’d kill two birds with one stone: Britt will get off my back for a while, and you can take care of your blue balls,” Santana added.
Russell slumped back in his chair.
“I love my son to death… and don’t call him a shit or fucker.” He’d warned her of that before. It was always an empty warning. “But it’s been almost a month! I can’t even kiss her without him squeezing in and demanding our attention.”
Russell was on a roll, and Santana knew she needed to let him vent.
“It’s like he has a damn radar on him or something. The other night Quinn was blowing me, and I swear I was two seconds from bursting when he entered the room. I almost punched the wall. Thankfully, Quinn was able to contain her frustration and talk to him. I know it’s not his fault.”
Santana ignored the overshare this time.
Truth be told, she accepted by now that hearing the overshares from both Quinn and Russell was a secret turn on.
“Yeah, I know. It’s showing. I was sure Finn was going to piss himself last week when you yelled at him for forgetting to close the door. So, as an early Christmas present for everyone, we are taking J for the night.”
As soon as Santana said the words “taking J” Russ got hard just imagining an uninterrupted night of Quinn’s pussy.
He was dazed at the images, and Santana left shaking her head.
***
“But Mommy, I don’ wanna go. I stay here wif you,” Russ cried hugging his mother’s neck with his tiny arms.
They had been at it for twenty minutes, and Quinn’s heart was breaking. Every time Quinn tried to disentangle herself, the boy would cling more fiercely.
She knew they needed this, though.
As usual, when Brittany arrived, she came to the rescue with her unique touch.
She approached and whispered in the boy’s ear.
“Bye, Mommy. I lof you this much,” the boy held his arms as far apart as he could.
Everybody awed, and Quinn allowed a few tears to escape.
“I love you, too, sweetheart… so much,” she said and let him down.
Santana and Brittany left with Junior after the boy kissed his father on the cheek, warning Russell to take care of his mother.
Russell dutifully and seriously answered his son that he would take very good care of his mother.
Before Quinn could wipe her tears, Russell was sucking her earlobe.
“I’m gonna fuck you nonstop ‘til tomorrow, baby,” he moaned.
“Wait,” Quinn squirmed out of his arms.
“Huh?” Russell almost cried.
“I have a surprise, Daddy,” Quinn purred in his ear. “So, you’ll just have to wait.”
She took her father’s hand and led him out of the house.
She drove them quite a long distance to Daddy’s, and Russell stayed silent even as his arousal grew painful as he realized the direction they were headed.
Being alone at a club named after him and her favorite thing to call her when she was begging him to fuck her… well, it held a lot of promise.
He was afraid if he spoke, he’d say the wrong thing.
Finally, when they arrived he spoke.
“Are you sure you want me to see?”
Neither he nor Santana had been allowed inside Daddy’s during the renovations.
Russell was intimately involved in the setup for the restaurant, but Daddy’s had been strictly hush-hush.
Quinn and Brittany handled it all.
“Yep. This is my surprise!” Quinn said.
She pecked his lips and unlocked the door.
Russell looked up at the Daddy’s sign and his dick twitched.
It was so naughty, and nobody but a few select people would know what it meant.
He gulped and entered behind Quinn, watching her ass in her short skirt that flared from her hips, baring her thighs to him.
It was very dark, except for fake candles dotting the room from the tables, as Quinn led him by the hand and sat him down on a chair.
It remained dark until a spotlight appeared on the small stage in the corner of the room.
Then, a few seconds later, Quinn appeared in the light, carrying her own chair, and Russell’s eyes adjusted slightly to the surrounding room.
He faintly saw the tables and booths all around.
He sat in a chair by itself facing the stage.
Quinn sat in the chair backwards facing him.
Now, she wore a hat she hadn’t been wearing before.
He realized what was happening.
She took the hat off and tossed it like a Frisbee at him.
He caught it without taking his eyes off his sex goddess.
And, as he did, she hit a button on a remote and the opening strains of the song “Toxic” filled the room.
It was music from his daughter’s generation, but he’d heard it when she was growing up.
He’d watched her teenage hips sway to the music, and, more than a few times, he’d fucked her against the wall while the driving beat played in the background.
And, now, Quinn was dancing in a very short skirt and top that showed a hint of sexy midriff.
She rocked and swayed her hips.
The skirt billowed and twirled.
“Oh… my… god,” Russell breathed.
He realized the recording was of Quinn herself singing, and his pride and love and pure lust for his daughter skyrocketed.
Her voice was pure sex… add her body, and he was sure the room was about to go up in flames
But, he didn’t want to break the spell.
Quinn swayed her hips…
Dipped low…
Rolled her body in ways that short-circuited Russell’s brain… more erotic than any stripper possibly could.
Halfway through the song, Quinn grabbed the little knot that held her top together and it fell loose.
Without missing a beat, she pulled it over her head and turned, hiding her bra-covered breasts.
Swiveling her hips to the hard beat, she snapped the back latch on the bra and turned on her heel.
Russell was so busy staring at her hips that he almost missed the bra flying at him.
He caught it but just barely since suddenly he was staring at Quinn’s tits and toned stomach, the product of strenuous workouts.
The stretch marks were there—they just made her more sexy—and Quinn’s abs were back.
The song began its seductive final bridge, Quinn stalked off the stage—by now, Russell could see the room in a soft glow of the centerpieces—down the front steps straight to Russell.
And as the last notes, played, Quinn turned her back, unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor.
Russell reached out to touch her ass and run his fingers down the back of her thighs.
Before he got too far, she turned around and sat in her father’s lap, naked except for a tiny, tiny thong.
She put her lips too Russell’s ear, the pulse of the music and dance ringing still.
“Rip my panties off. I want to be your slut,” she whispered.
Russell grabbed the string of Quinn’s thong.
Snap!
The panties were gone, and he was carrying Quinn over his shoulder to a couch along the wall.
“There’s a light switch right there,” Quinn breathed.
From that point on, she was putty in his hands, literally bending to his will.
He found the switch with his hand as he settled Quinn down on the large couch.
The couch was wide and comfortable… almost as if it were built for just this activity.
Russell concluded it probably was and that Quinn chose it with that in mind.
The room was bathed in light, and Quinn’s wet pussy pulled his eyes like a magnet to stare.
As he stared, he pushed one toned leg to rest on the back of the couch.
He sucked on the soft and supple thigh for a moment before pushing her other leg down to the floor.
Her pussy spread before his gaze.
He stood and fumbled with his belt and got rid of his pants as fast as he could.
His dick stood straight up.
Quinn gasped and licked her lips.
“I’m gonna fuck you… wreck your cunt,” he growled as he hastily pushed his dick inside her pussy.
She’d asked for it, so he wasn’t waiting for a response.
He squeezed and twisted one of her tits that had never gotten as small as they were before pregnancy.
The other hand he placed on the back of the couch above her leg.
He sharply bucked his hips into her.
He felt her pussy walls as he dragged his cock in and out in and out in and out.
Her other breast bounced as he drove and drove into her, balls slapping her ass.
Quinn gasped on every thrust… he was just fucking her so hard.
It was taking her breath away, and she couldn’t speak but was in ecstasy.
Russell abruptly paused, balls deep inside her pussy, and she sighed and just felt.
She felt his balls against her ass, his long dick touching every spot inside of her.
She felt the stretch of her pussy lips and walls.
She took a deep breath as Russell just stared into her eyes.
Then, as abruptly as he had stopped, he continued fucking her... harder if that was possible.
“Oomph…”
“Oomph…”
“Oomph…”
The strength of his thrusts was forcing her to grunt audibly.
Her pussy was tightening on every thrust.
He closed his eyes briefly, adjusting as it noticeably squeezed his cock.
“Baby… you’re so” slam “fucking” slam “hot!” he finished by shooting his load deep inside of her pussy.
She had made him a beast, and she was his wiling beauty.
She, too, climaxed in her slow-building orgasm… squeezing his cock tightly when she felt it swell and pulse hot sperm into her, gushing, mixing their juices inside of her.
He pulled out and, when some of those juices flowed down onto the couch, he knew he wasn’t done.
His dick was still fully erect, and Quinn’s body still called out to him.
He pulled her legs together, felt the disappointment in his chest at the brief moment he wasn’t able to see her pussy and rolled her over toward the back of the couch.
He pushed and pulled quickly, manhandling her until she was flat on her stomach, ass on full display.
Instinctively, she spread her legs as wide as she could, her pussy lips sticky with her juices and some of his.
Her body was begging for his dick again, even if she couldn’t say it.
The feeling was absolutely mutual.
He stabbed her pussy with his cock again and watched his dick split open her pussy.
This time, he used the couch, one hand by her head and the other on the back, and drove down and into his daughter.
And, she took it… grunting on every thrust again.
His crotch collided with her ass on every downward drive as she twitched and shuddered.
He drove down and in, down and in, down and in until she stopped her twitching entirely and just lay boneless.
He could see her face.
Her eyes were open, as was her mouth.
She was panting and dazed but fully awake.
He continued driving into her, moving one hand down to squeeze her ass cheek, rough until her flesh was pink.
Still, Quinn continued to lie there, taking his punishing thrusts, feeling the stretch of her pussy.
He watched as his cock split her pussy in half.
Her pussy lips were stretched and red and puffy…and that set him off.
He drove in one more time and erupted inside of her.
Fittingly, when he pulled out quickly, her cunt overflowed with hot sperm like a volcano.
He gathered it up with his fingers and pushed it back in deeply, massaging her wet, hot pussy walls until she orgasmed again.
Then, he licked her pussy once, tasting their combined flavors.
He collapsed behind her, pulled her until he was spooning her, and they both fell asleep.
***
Opening night.
An hour before the doors were supposed to open, there was a long line.
The place was fully booked already for the next three months, and Quinn was feeling that pressure.
Quinn had gathered her family inside to have a nice dinner before the chaos of opening night with its successes and hopefully limited mistakes.
Clicking her champagne glass, Quinn stood from her seat at the head of the table. She was already in her chef uniform.
“I would just like to say a couple of things… The people in this room are the most important people in the world to me,” Quinn said.
The group voiced their approval in their own ways.
“What does ‘portant mean, Mommy?” Junior asked from his booster seat by her side.
“It means I love you most,” Quinn beamed and kissed the top of his head.
“Oh… I love you mostest, too, Mommy,” Russ chirped.
Quinn sniffled.
“Thank you, baby," She turned to the crowd. "I’d like to thank all of you for your support and patience over these last few months. Without you, we couldn’t have done it.”
Everybody cheered and toasted as Quinn bent down to kiss Junior again.
Everyone knew Quinn and Brittany would succeed.
It was a can’t-miss proposition because they were that talented.
“Mommy, daddy and I bought you something,” Junior announced.
“Aw, baby, that’s so sweet. What is it?” Quinn kissed him again… petting his blonde air.
Quinn had loved Junior’s suit… he looked so handsome and grown-up but still her little boy.
He was draped in two bibs to protect his clothes.
“It’s a nck’lace with our name on it. Daddy says we aways be wif you when you cook,” Russ explained.
As Junior talked, Russell placed the long velvet box in front of her.
“Do you like it?” Junior asked as Quinn pulled it from the box.
“I love it,” Quinn choked and, yet again, kissed her wonderful son.
She was brimming with love for her husband and her little boy in that moment.
She kissed her husband, and it quickly grew into something beyond tenderness.
Santana groaned.
***
As expected, it was a success.
The patrons left the place with a satisfied smile, stomach full of delicious food and with the intent —many taking the time to personally congratulate the chef— of coming back.
After closing the doors, Quinn left her manager to take care of the cleaning and changed into the dress she was going to wear for her and Brittany’s club opening.
In a similar fashion, it was also a hit.
Many of the diners who were in the restaurant were already at the bar when she arrived.
Among the partyers were business associates of Russell who promised to book the private rooms for their own meetings much like Russell planned to do.
Santana was amazed by Quinn but especially her girl.
Brittany’s touch was all over the club.
She smirked when Brittany pulled her to her office and shut the door.
Russell took a good look at the place.
The night before, his attention had been focused elsewhere.
He had never doubted his daughter, but seeing the finished product made him feel proud of the woman he had married.
After the club closed for the night, both couples went to their respective homes to celebrate some more.
The excitement of the night had left Junior exhausted, and his parents took full advantage of the reprieve their son was giving them.
“Seeing you order all those people around so confidently made me so damn hard, I had to use all my willpower not to drag you to the restrooms, bend you over in a stall and fuck you like we were rebellious teenagers,” Russell growled, pushing Quinn up against their closed bedroom door.
Quinn went wild, and Russell went along for the ride.
Panting after the unexpected uncontrollably display, Russell was unable to move.
“I think you killed my dick, baby,” he said through deep breaths.
His dick lay, limp, against his leg.
“Doubt it,” Quinn smirked as she reached down and fondled his balls.
“Yeah, probably not, but you’re so damn good that for a second I thought I was going to pass out. Damn.” Russell licked Quinn’s nipple.
Moaning and ready for the next round, Quinn straddled her father.
She leaned down over him and decided it was time.
“Daddy, I love you so much. You make me so happy,” Quinn breathed.
Her voice shook with emotion.
Russell sat up holding her in his lap.
“Are you okay?” he wiped the lone tear that escaped Quinn’s eye.
Quinn nodded and reached for her nightstand.
Russell took the box his daughter gave him and opened it.
He stared at the ultrasound photo inside.
“Really?” Russell whispered.
Quinn nodded slightly, overcome with joy, tears welling in her eyes.
Russell pinned her down and began kissing her all over her face, rutting his dick between her pussy lips.
“A baby, Quinn. You’re gonna make me a dad again,” Russell said.
Happy didn’t begin to describe him in that moment. After over two years, they’d finally done it.
“You did it… you fucked a baby in me,” she answered. His kisses and his body draped over hers turned her emotion to hotly turned on.
“Show me how you did it, stud,” Quinn purred.
The time for tender emotion was over.
Suddenly Russell’s dick was back to life, ready to do dirty things and make a mess in the process.
They had to celebrate after all.
Russell turned into a caveman, and they didn’t sleep until dawn.
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