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Family Affairs	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 41876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: Plot (mixed with some smut in this chapter) by mymyself19...I think this chapter was all hers. :)
Santana walked into Russell’s office, quiet and pale.
Something was wrong.
Immediately, Russell was on high alert.
“What’s wrong? Is Quinn all right?” Russell watched as Santana began to tremble. “Shit, where’s Russ?”
Santana pulled a velvet box from her purse and laid it on the desk.
Immediately, his panic vanished, and he smirked.
“Are you proposing to me?”
“Very funny,” Santana growled. Her face softened, anxiety returning. “Look, I need some fatherly advice.”
Russell was touched.
They rarely spoke a word of their father/daughter relationship, but it’d always been understood.
Russell was the father Santana never had and a hell of a lot better than the one she lost.
He sat down and loosened his demeanor to give his full attention to Santana’s needs.
“I take you think it’s time but that you’re scared shitless,” Russell said.
“Yeah. The club is already turning a profit… we’re fucking rich. I have no more excuses, and the truth is I don’t want them,” she said. “But… it’s just not part of my make up to want to tie myself down.”
“But, Brittany is your exception,” Russell said.
“Brittany is my exception,” Santana said, suddenly not so afraid anymore.
It was as if hearing Russell, her only real father, confirm what she thought she knew erased all doubt.
Russell decided to have a little fun to put her at ease a little bit, remind her that just because she was head-over-heels, would-do-anything in love with Brittany, she hadn’t lost her swagger or badassness.
“I do wonder, though, how someone as pure as Brittany could fall in love with the spawn of Satan, though…”
“You’re not funny. Keep your day job,” Santana deadpanned. “Anyway, I want to make it perfect for Britt. I hate all that mushy shit, but she’s the one and I want her to be able to tell her proposal story to anybody who asks and be proud of it.”
Santana looked pointedly to Russell.
She knew his proposal story, and as hot as their sex was, that wasn’t Brittany’s style.
“What? Quinn loved my proposal. In fact, she likes it even more because she can’t tell it all,” he smiled.
“Yeah… bitch is dirty. Anyway, I’d like to use some of our assets to plan it, okay? Oh, and I know it’s beneath you, but could you please host at the club tonight for Britt, please?” she practically begged.
Russell smiled proudly at Santana.
He was very happy she’d found someone to complete her like Quinn completed him.
“Santana, take anything you need. No questions asked. And if you need to drop my name, use it. I’m proud of you and of Brittany. And, yes, I’ll cover for her tonight,” he said, warmth in his tone.
“Okay, boss… jeez. You’re not growing a pussy, are you?” she got up to leave.
At the door, she turned.
“Boss?”
“Yes, Santana?” Russell was still chuckling.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Of course.”
Russell shook his head and smiled as Santana exited.
Then, he realized something.
He was going to be at the club with Quinn with none of their family there to keep up them under control.
A devilish smile broke over his face.
***
Russell was on a mission.
Since the night before the big opening, he and Quinn hadn’t been able to ‘play’ in the club.
He was there every night with associates and possible clients, and so was Santana.
They saw their significant others, but not in the way they wanted.
So, he wanted to christen Daddy’s officially.
With a word of greeting or a nod to customers and associates he recognized, he strode purposefully to the office where he knew Quinn was.
He entered without knocking.
Quinn was engrossed in her work, and was a bit startled.
But, when she saw who it was she stood and went around her desk.
“Daddy, to what do I owe the visit?”
Russell ignored her and simply proceeded with his plan.
He approached his daughter and unceremoniously hiked up her skirt.
He grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto the desk, sending a couple papers flying.
He reached under her pencil skirt and dragged her panties down her long, toned legs.
He enjoyed watching them all the way down to her feet.
They got tangled there until she let her pumps drop off her bare feet, and the panties dropped on top of them.
It was so damn hot!
Quinn smirked and let her father do what he willed.
He lowered the straps of his daughter’s spaghetti string blouse off her shoulders and left the material just under her breasts.
He kneaded and pinched her tits.
He stared straight into her eyes.
He had heat in his eyes, and Quinn had not a thought about work on her mind.
She moaned at the rough treatment Russell was giving her tits.
Fueled by arousal and acting on instinct, she unzipped her father’s pants.
“You like my tits?” she mumbled as she pulled his dick free.
“Uh-uh,” he responded as he grabbed his dick and, without preamble, Russell penetrated his daughter and began to fuck her roughly.
The unexpectedness of the sudden turn of events made Quinn so hot.
Quinn had to brace herself on her desk as Russell pounded into her pussy.
Otherwise, she wasn’t sure she could sit up and watch his dick split her pussy, and she really wanted to see it.
She put her fingers where his dick met her pussy and brushed them to feel his wet dick moving in and out.
The action of his thrusts pushed her breasts higher, spilling more from her bra, offering them to a hungry Russell who didn’t hesitate in taking one then the other into his eager mouth.
An unexpected knock on the door, broke their frenzy. “Quinn?” a male voice said from the other side of the door.
Before Quinn could respond, Russell covered her mouth and increased the strength of his brutal pounding.
When another knock came several seconds later, Russell put his mouth next to his daughter’s ear and whispered between pants “Get rid of him.”
Nodding obediently, Quinn took as deep a breath as she could manage in the position she was in.
“Sam, I’m busy. Give me five minutes.”
Then she had to bite her father’s shoulder hard to muffle the guttural moan that was escaping.
Russell had picked up the intensity of his fucking even more.
Her father’s dick owned her pussy in that moment, and she was unaware of anything else.
“Who the hell was that? And why is he calling you Quinn?” Russell asked between punishing thrusts.
Russell trusted Quinn implicitly, but he wasn’t sure this fucker knew whom he was messing with.
Unable to respond, Quinn simply moaned.
“You’re… my… wife,” he punctuated each word with a deep, hard thrust that made Quinn moan.
He licked her tits all over as he continued.
Quinn was a whimpering mess.
Her father’s possessiveness was such a turn on.
The sensations were driving her crazy… the stretch of her cunt, the feel of his hard cock...
The chance of being caught at any moment only fueled the naughtiness of the situation.
“I’m gonna cum so much, you’ll never be able to hold it all in. I want you to let it drip down your thighs so when that kid comes back, you feel me the whole time he’s here.”
Quinn managed to nod.
Seconds later, Russell exploded inside his daughter.
Quinn followed right after, feeling his cum like an actual explosion, hot and wet and everywhere inside her pussy.
She choked her father’s dick for all it was worth.
Quinn was dazed for a second, and then brought herself back to reality.
“I don’t know what that was about, but damn… you can do that as much as you want, Daddy,” she smirked.
Russell smugly watched as cum dribbled out of his pregnant wife.
He was such a lucky bastard.
They fixed their clothes, and Quinn texted Sam to come back.
Russell barely had time to snatch Quinn’s panties off the floor and put them in his pocket before a blonde man about Quinn’s age with big lips entered the office.
He didn’t notice Russell sitting on the couch, so the older man took the opportunity to simply observe.
It was clear that the boy harbored a crush on Quinn, but Russell decided to let Quinn do her job.
She was doing it without panties, cum dripping down her thighs, after all.
“Quinn, you look nice,” Sam said blushing profusely.
Russell snorted, and Quinn raised her eyebrow.
“Thanks Sam,” she said.
Russell relaxed but hardened his expression as Sam acknowledged his presence.
He would say nothing, but he would make this punk kid piss his pants with a withering look.
Nobody was allowed to look at his daughter like that.
Nobody.
Sam gulped nervously.
“Hello, M-Mr. Fabray. N-nice to s-see you, sir,” he stuttered and offered his hand to Russell.
Russell didn’t want to even give this Sam the satisfaction.
However, Quinn cleared her throat, and Russell responded obediently.
He shook Sam’s hand… or crushed it.
He said nothing.
Sam didn’t even notice the throat-clearing, never mind that Russell responded to it so deferentially.
He was way too busy wondering if he’d have to go to the hospital for a broken hand.
Quinn hid the smirk that was trying to appear on her face at the submissiveness of her father.
Then, she felt a not-so-small globule of sticky semen dripping down her thigh, and Quinn decided it was time to deal with whatever Sam wanted, and fast.
“What do you need Sam?” Quinn asked, businesslike once again.
“Right. You need to sign Rachel Berry’s contract so that she can start tomorrow,” he said.
Quinn took the papers and signed them hastily.
“Thank you, Sam… Now, if there’s nothing else…”
Her tone indicated there was nothing else and that Sam should leave.
When the door closed, Russell got up from his seated position and approached Quinn, who had stood up to meet her father halfway.
Most couples would kiss then, but, instead, Russell unceremoniously inserted two fingers inside Quinn.
He didn’t have time to pull his dick out.
He needed to feel inside Quinn’s wet cunt immediately if not sooner.
She was ready and managed to support herself by wrapping her arms around her father’s neck.
“You are so damn sexy being authoritative, baby,” Russell moaned, feeling his own juices mixed with hers inside his wife’s pussy. “The hottest boss ever.”
“I learned from the best,” Quinn gasped. “Fuck me with three fingers.”
Russell added another finger, making Quinn squeak.
“Why do I have to have a man for a secretary and you can have a male assistant?” Russell husked in Quinn’s ear as he rubbed inside her and scissored his fingers to stretch her out.
Then Russell touched that magical place inside Quinn that made her groan in pure bliss.
It knocked her into another world for a moment before she was able to answer.
“It was Britt’s idea,” Quinn finally groaned, ending with a long deep groan because Russell had brought his thumb up to pinch her pussy lightly from the inside and out.
It was an amazing sensation.
Russell tugged on the front wall of Quinn’s pussy just inside.
“Ah!” she exclaimed.
“Explain,” he growled.
“Brittany thought it would be funny to hire him because he looks like my twin, fuck!” Quinn whined as Russell continued his teasing pull, “She calls us Ken and Barbie.”
Brittany somehow didn’t know Ken and Barbie weren’t brother and sister, never mind twins.
“Mhmm,” Russell muttered.
He knew he shouldn’t be, but he was jealous.
Knowing where his thoughts were, Quinn composed herself as much as she could through the continued teasing.
She needed more, and she wasn’t going to get it until she reassured her father.
Her father’s fingers inside her were still doing wonderful things, but she’d never get release this way.
She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.
“He’s harmless, Daddy. You know I only have eyes for you. You are my man,” she announced, peppering kisses anywhere she could reach.
The certainty of her speech convinced Russell to at last resume his previous actions.
“Okay,” he said and plunged his fingers back into Quinn’s pussy, brushing her cervix.
“I still don’t like him though, and you can’t make me be nice to him.”
“Russ kicks him to the shin every time he sees him,” Quinn grunted.
“That’s my boy,” Russell smiled.
The pride in both his offspring spurred him to finish Quinn off.
He dug his fingers so deep inside Quinn’s soaking wet pussy, then pressed on Quinn’s clit.
She seized and shook and gushed her pussy.
After waiting that long, the intensity was amazing.
With her father’s fingers still inside her, she guided them back to the couch.
As Russell settled on top of her, both fully clothed, Russell kissed her.
“What’s Rachel gonna do at the club?”
Absently, Quinn unzipped her father’s pants and casually stroked her father’s cock in his boxers, reaching down to brush his balls.
She couldn’t have him this close in private and not touch his balls.
“Oh… nothing, really; with the operation of the club. I just want to put her on the payroll so she can babysit the baby once he or she is born. I just thought it would be best to have her here to do it. You know I won’t be able to really do my best work here while I’m missing the baby,” she said.
She pushed Russell’s pants down past his ass so she could just hold his balls in her hand.
There was nothing metaphorical about it.
She didn’t really want to control her father.
He had just as much hold on her as she had on him.
No, she just loved having the soft flesh in her hand, and Russell never complained.
“Good choice,” Russell smiled.
Quinn squeezed his balls in approval.
“She’s never betrayed us, and she’s had plenty of chances. I just thought we should reward her. Besides, Russ adores her, and I know our next child will too,” she said.
“How many chances has she had to betray us?” Russell asked, a little surprised.
“A few times, but she’s told me every time. And, before I made the final decision to expand her duties, I had Santana send a couple fake feelers to see if she’d bite. She came to me every time. We can trust her, and I always knew it.”
Russell nodded. He trusted Santana to do the job right, airtight, so he was satisfied.
Truthfully, he trusted Rachel, too, but where their children were concerned, they couldn’t be too careful.
“She’s pretty young… is this what she wants to do with her life?” Russell asked.
Quinn began to stroke Russell’s cock. It was pretty hard by this point.
“No… she wants to be on Broadway, and you’ve heard her sing to Russ. She’s really talented,” Quinn said. “But, she’s been rejected too much and lost faith in herself. She told me she may try again down the line, but for now, she’s burned out.”
“Damn producers,” Russell muttered.
Quinn smiled, touched by Russell’s concern for Rachel.
She kissed him, and it soon turned sloppy.
“That’s why I put into the contract that she has to sing here every Saturday night,” Quinn said. “And, while she’s singing, her cousin Tina will watch the baby.”
“Well, it seems you’ve thought of everything… let’s fuck,” Russell smirked, gently brushing the rounding expanse of Quinn’s stomach.
Quinn began stroking his dick with purpose, and he was hard in no time.
“My girl is so smart. Someone raised you so well.”
Quinn’s hazel eyes suddenly turned emerald green…
With a growl, she pushed Russell up and knelt between his knees to go to work.
She licked her father’s dick like a lollipop to two orgasms.
Then, she rode it like a bronco.
If anyone heard them, they didn’t care.
***
Santana had a satisfied smile on her face the next day.
Everyone around her, besides the family, was terrified of this new, happy version of Santana Lopez.
It continued for weeks, so Russell thought it was time to talk to her.
“Santana, my office, please?” Russell jerked his head in the direction of his office upstairs and expected Santana to obey.
“Is something wrong, boss?” Santana asked once they were in the office.
“Santana, I need you to get your edge back. You’re being too nice, and half the employees are losing their fear of you, and the other half is so skittish because they think you’ve gone off the deep end, and you’ll go off any second.”
“I know,” Santana said. “But, I’m just so damn happy. What can I do?”
“Look, Santana. I’ve got an idea. Spend an extra night a week at the club and be near your girl. And, make sure you sleep, or whatever, every night in your bed with her. I know you’re happy, but I need you to tone it down at work.”
Santana didn’t want to appear less dedicated to work, but Russell was right.
She needed to be with her lovely fiancée more often, so when she was on the job she could concentrate with her usual edge.
“Fine,” she huffed, but Russell knew she was grateful.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Besides, I’m gonna have a lot of orgasms while you are choking your own dick.”
“Hey, I fuck plenty, thank you very much,” he responded offended.
How dare she?!
“Don’t lie. Quinn told Britt who told me that Junior is still being a little cock block at night,” Santana sing-songed.
“Not really. Thank God he is sleeping in his room again,” Russell said.
“Then, why the dry spell? Don’t tell me you’ve finally gotten tired of sex,” Santana mocked.
“No… see, ever since we found out we’re having a girl,” Russell smiled, “Russ is thrilled to be the big brother. And every night before bedtime, he comes into our room and makes his mother read his bedtime stories there so after he can wish his sister a good night.”
“Gag,” Santana said.
“There she is,” Russell smiled. “Anyway, I am missing Quinn’s good morning blowjobs.”
“Let me guess, little Russ runs into your room and wakes you up, and then Quinn gets preoccupied with the little fucker,” Santana said smugly.
“Yep. He wakes up, barges into our bedroom at 6am to say good morning. He taps on my shoulder until I’m awake. When I open my eyes, he says ‘Good morning, Daddy’. Then, he runs his little feet to his mother’s side, climbs up and kisses her cheek and then her stomach. Then, he has his morning ‘talks’ with his sissy,” he smiled.
“You’re jealous of your little boy,” Santana said, raising her eyebrow.
“I’m not… ok, I am a little. He snuggles into Quinn’s side and she trails her fingers through his hair while he talks nonsense to his sister.” Russell sighed. “But then, Junior comes in and snuggles his way between us and tells his baby sister that he loves her very much and that he can’t wait to meet her to play with her, and I melt.”
He wouldn’t give it up for the world, and all the sexual frustration really was worth it.
But, he was still frustrated.
In the end, this was better than the extra orgasm anyway.
***
That same scene played out that night, and Russell having vented to Santana didn’t even care that he didn’t get his blowjob the next morning… especially since he dumped three loads in Quinn’s pussy the night before.
But, meanwhile, on the other side of town, the calm was broken by a beat up truck crossing the city limits.
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