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Father, Daughter, Husband, Wife	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 38705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Quinn was happy.
She and her father had just returned from a week in the Bahamas in a beachfront resort with a private patio overlooking the beach.
They had their cabana with outdoor bed.
And, they hardly left it or the bed in their suite the entire week.
They did have a romantic dinner in the hotel restaurant every night, but that always ended with Quinn’s frilly dress for the night at the foot of their bed and Russell’s dick jackhammering into her.
They showered, of course, but always together.
And, not a drop of Russell’s sperm was wasted, unless what overflowed from Quinn’s pussy counted.
She realized how much hotter it was that she had more than enough inside her to get pregnant given the right conditions, and she always simply spread the excess over her body.
When she marked herself for Russell to remind them both that she was now his wife, it always got her another load very soon anyway.
Now they were home…strange as it seemed, a place that felt more like home to them than their mansion in Lima ever did.
The two of them together, without Judy, in a beautiful Manhattan penthouse apartment was where they found more comfort already than they’d ever known.
Quinn was busy unpacking and hanging, and the only thing missing was that she wasn’t pregnant.
She’d taken five pregnancy tests the day they got back.
Her father had reassured her again that it would happen, and she knew he was right.
She resolved not to be obsessed about it and saved the rest of the box of tests for when she had clear signs.
And, every time she felt his dick slide inside her, usually not gently but always slowly enough to feel every inch moving in, filling her, she remembered fully the bliss of trying.
“Hey, baby,” Russell said wrapping his arms around Quinn from behind as she placed new dishes into the kitchen cabinets.
Once she had placed what had been in her hand, he moved one of his hands down to the crotch of her jeans.
“Hi, Daddy…mmm,” she grabbed the counter top to steady herself.
“I finished my morning calls and needed a break. What do you think I should do?” he teased.
She didn’t notice the teasing tone because she was too distracted by her father’s hand palming and squeezing her clothed pussy.
“I think you should get rid of everything that’s in the way of your hand, first of all,” she breathed.
“I think you should do that yourself while I take off my own pants,” he said.
He withdrew his hands, and she immediately replaced them with her own to unzip and push her jeans over her hips
She quickly had them and her tiny lace panties on the floor.
As Russell watched her hips shimmy to get her pants off, his dick sprang to life.
Her hips, so beautiful and ready for childbearing, were so sexy, it literally sometimes hurt if he didn’t have a chance to relieve himself right away after he watched them sway or shimmy.
Once they were both naked, she looked over her shoulder and bent over the counter, shaking those damn hips as if he needed enticing.
He did not.
He stroked his cock just to make sure he was as hard as possible and then plunged it deep into her cunt.
“Oh…my god,” he said as he bent over her back to whisper in her ear, “Oh, my god.”
“Have I rendered you speechless?” Quinn smiled.
She knew she had, and she’d hardly done anything…well, except take off her clothes, which was enough.
She was proud of her beauty and her sex appeal, and she loved how her Daddy always showed her how beautiful and sexy he thought she was.
“Yes…” he chuckled.
He really was going to say something about how sexy she was undressing, but then her pussy had short circuited his brain.
So, instead he started his thrusting, and her clit hit the countertop just right on every stroke.
He laid his forehead on her shoulder and pushed into her in short, harsh thrusts.
It wasn’t because he wanted this to be quick. It was just that they both liked it a little rough and frantic.
Sweet and tender was for in between the hot and desperate rounds of sex.
Quinn was whimpering, desperately searching for her release and her father’s.
Russell wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his hand just below her bellybutton to help her thrust back a little on his inward strokes.
“Oooh! That he feels so good, Daddy…that’s right. That’s where I’m going to carry your child,” she managed between explosive bursts of sensation.
“Fuck!”
He spilled his seed at the image she put in his head, penis brushing the deepest parts of Quinn’s pussy.
It was like soft, warm bullets pulsing inside of Quinn.
“Unf!” she uttered as her pussy contracted over his dick with her own orgasm.
And, it wouldn’t let go until Russell wasn’t sure it ever would.
It did, finally, and he pulled out.
As usual, since they were trying to conceive a child, there was excess cum leaking out of Quinn, and this time he couldn’t resist catching it with his tongue.
“Eek!” Quinn squeaked at feeling his tongue probing her pussy lips.
It wasn’t the first time he’d put his mouth on her, but it was certainly not often that he did.
He was usually too busy enjoying her mouth or pussy to get around to it, and she was perfectly happy with that.
But she did sort of enjoy the scruff of his five-o’clock shadow tickling her cunt lips.
In fact, she chuckled.
“That tickles,” she said as she felt his tongue probe her one more time to get the last escaping drop.
He stood and leaned over her again, wrapping his arms around her waist fully this time.
“Come on and sit with me. I’d like to ask you about something,” he said.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said as she stood and turned to give him one hard kiss to taste their combined flavor on his tongue.
They almost got too distracted to talk. He certainly got hard again.
But, they did stop.
They compromised by sitting on the couch with Quinn straddling him, dick inside her pussy.
It was comfortable there, but of course they’d have to talk fast before they needed to hump again.
“Mmmm…this is nice,” he leaned to kiss her right between her beautiful tits and then looked right in her eyes so he could get the conversation over and done. “I was thinking that in a few days we could have a party for my business contacts in the city…sort of a networking and PR thing. What do you think?”
She smiled and bit her lip.
“And, how would you introduce me?” she asked.
“As my wife, Quinn Fabray, of course,” he mirrored her big smile.
“Just checking.” Really, she just wanted to hear him say it. “Well, I’m all for it, really. Do you think we can pull it off, though?”
“You mean, convincing people we’re legally married and not father and daughter? Well…none of our neighbors have seemed suspicious that I’ve seen. Have you noticed anyone giving us dirty looks or anything?”
“No,” she said, “I mean I guess the most I’ve seen is a little chuckle because I’m so much younger. But, I guess that’s normal, right? And, at least they’re not judging us. Most of the men in this building probably have way younger secretaries they bang, right?”
Russell laughed.
“You’re probably right. And, my clients are probably about the same as the crowd in the building. Um…by the way, remind me never to get one of those…a secretary I mean. I never want you to have any reason to be suspicious,” he said sincerely.
She kissed his cheek and squeezed his dick with her Kegel muscles.
“I trust you, Daddy. But, you work from home, so even if you needed one, I’d be home enough to make sure I reminded her I’m much hotter than she is anyway,” she smiled.
“You are definitely hotter than any secretary possibly could be,” he assured her.
“And you love me too much to do that to me,” she said.
“I absolutely do,” he said. “So…party this Friday evening?” he asked.
“I’ll book a caterer…and I’ll call an agency and hire a few waiters and waitresses to help. I’ll oversee everything and be the perfect hostess,” she said.
She was kind of excited and a little turned on already at floating around a party as Russell Fabray’s wife, with all their guests completely unsuspecting that she was also his still-teenaged daughter.
“I love you…now ride me,” he said.
“Like a bull…” she promised, and she swore the load he gave her in return was so big, it could have come from a bull.

Quinn heard the buzzer in the bedroom where she was masturbating. Her father was at a meeting at a local client’s offices, and she was missing him fiercely.
She was quickly becoming spoiled having her Daddy’s cock available whenever either of them wanted sex, and right then she was extremely horny.
“Aaaah!” she screamed in frustration because she’d had been right on the edge of her orgasm, two fingers pistoning inside her cunt with a picture of her husband’s hard cock on her phone’s screen.
But she dutifully pushed herself off the bed, grabbed her long robe and took a deep breath to calm herself before she headed across the apartment to allow the elevator to bring her mystery guest up.
When the door opened, Quinn stood over to the side so she didn’t seem intimidating or scared…or maybe just indecent in her robe.
A woman, attractive, probably mid-40s, was in the elevator, looking very professional in a business suit, pencil skirt and high heels.
Quinn, in her heightened sexual state, was a little embarrassed that her libido spiked a bit at the sight of such an attractive woman about her father’s age.
She noted that she definitely had a thing for older men and women.
But, then she put on her best welcoming smile and greeted her guest because then was not the time to think of those things too deeply.
It would lead most likely to embarrassment.
“Hi, I’m Quinn Fabray. What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Hello, Mrs. Fabray. I’m the president of the tenant association, Lauren Smith. I came to welcome you to the building. I’m very sorry I haven’t been able to get here sooner to meet you and your husband…Russell, right?” she asked.
“Yes…and, I’m sorry to say you’ve missed him. He’s usually here, but today he has business somewhere else in the city,” she said.
“Oh…well, I’m sorry, too,” Ms. Smith answered. “I’ll come back another time to say hello to him. Well…I won’t take up too much of your time, but I did want to let you know that we do have tenant association meetings every month, the second Thursday evening, at 7:00 in the building’s big conference room on the first floor. Have you seen it?”
“Oh, yes. I did get to see it. It’s very impressive,” Quinn replied.
Already, the wheels were turning in her brain that this might be something she could get involved with in the near future. She resolved to attend the next meeting.
“It is. We are very proud of the benefits and amenities we’ve been able to bring into the building for everyone to use. The landlords have been very cooperative as well. They just often rely on us to tell them what we need and how we can most cost-effectively make those things happen. It’s a very good system we have. So…will I be able to expect you and your husband at any of our meetings?” she asked.
“Oh yes…well, at least me. And, actually, we’re having a party here tonight. It’ll be pretty crowded with my husband’s business associates, but I’d like it if you’d come. You could meet Russell and maybe relax a little too,” Quinn said.
She was a natural, slipping into the role of wife, housekeeper and hostess. As lazy as her mother was, keeping up appearances had always been a priority.
So, Quinn had learned some things from her mother that were coming in handy very quickly in her new life.
“Oh…um, well. I wouldn’t want to intrude…” Ms. Smith trailed off.
“Oh, no. You wouldn’t be intruding it all. Like I said, my husband will be here, and you can meet him. It’s really for his business associates’ benefit, but it’s not at all a business function. It’s a chance for him to show off this new place and, well, me,” she blushed genuinely.
Ms. Smith laughed.
“Well…if you’re sure. Maybe I can impress them even more by telling them about how rich all the people who live here are,” Ms. Smith chuckled some more. “Oh, and by the way, he really does clearly have something to brag about with you. You’re stunning, and I assume you did all the decorating and setting up house…and so quickly. You just moved in!”
Quinn blushed some more.
“Yes…thank you,” she stammered a bit.
For all her effortless confidence and sexiness, she really did have a more insecure side. And, so when anyone besides her father complimented her, she tended to be a bit embarrassed.
And, maybe it was her activities from just before Ms. Smith arrived, but she could swear the older woman was flirting a bit through her professional friendliness.
She was unprepared for that, and she would never do anything to consciously encourage or return the flirting, but it was definitely nice to be the object of some level of desire.
She was a like a dream, really. Anyone with an ounce of appreciation for the female form could see it.
Her bathrobe was long, but it was also thin and had a low neckline.
With the slippers she wore, she could have been a beautiful 1950s housewife.
She was very grateful that she was a 21st-century wife with a rich husband, but she loved slipping into the role a little bit.
And, she would have a chance that very evening and looked forward to Ms. Smith being there to see it.
Something told her that even though Ms. Smith would always simply be a fellow tenant and possible friend, that she would appreciate seeing Quinn put her best social foot forward.
“Well…I won’t keep you. I’ll see you tonight then?” Ms. Smith said.
“Yes! And…feel free to bring a date, a husband or whomever you want,” Quinn said.
“Oh…um, well, my girlfriend is actually out of town, but thank you. I’ll just be by myself tonight… but I am looking forward to it,” Ms. Smith said as Quinn smiled at the confirmation that she had read Ms. Smith correctly, “Well…bye for now, then.”
“Bye,” Quinn responded.
Ms. Smith turned and pressed the button for the elevator, which immediately opened since it was a private one for the Fabray penthouse.
Quinn retreated back to her bedroom to finish what she’d started. Ms. Smith could've easily passed for a significantly older Rachel Berry, and that only added to her fantasies of her daddy.

“This dress is so sexy, baby,” Russell Fabray grunted into Quinn’s ear as he fucked her into the wall of their master bathroom.
Just on the other side of the door and down the hall, their guests mingled.
Quinn had her legs around her father’s waist. Her little black dress was hiked around her own waist.
Her black thong was on the floor where she’d left it after giving her father a show.
She did her best impression of Emma Stone in Easy A.
She shuddered at the sudden memory of that scene.
Then, she proudly did something Olive Penderghast wouldn’t have ever done.
She sucked her daddy’s cock until he was hard and begged him to fuck her senseless.
“Being your arm candy makes me so hot,” Quinn breathed, relishing in the drag of her man’s cock inside her pussy.
“It was so easy convincing them you’re 25, and we just met two years ago. Fuck!” she gave his cock a little squeeze with her pussy to tell him she liked it, too.
Their guests had only been there for an hour, and they were already unable to keep from finding some privacy to put out their fire.
They were each privately thinking, and hoping, it wouldn’t work.
“Wreck me, Daddy. I want to mingle with your friends feeling your cum soak my thong.”
She gasped as her words spurred a particularly hard thrust that had her back thumping hard against the wall and his seed spilling into her.
She waited, mouth hanging open, basking in the feeling of his semen pouring into her pussy.
She didn’t even care that she wasn’t quite ready to orgasm.
The feeling was growing that he’d be back inside her at least a couple more times before the party was over.

“Hi, Ms. Smith. Are you having a good time,” Quinn asked.
“Please, call me Lauren. And yes. I am. I actually knew a few of these people already. The city is smaller than you think. And, believe it or not, there are a couple of…” she leaned in to Quinn “former lovers here.”
She giggled.
Quinn could see that she was the least bit tipsy and liked this different Lauren Smith from the version that had shown up at her door earlier in the day.
“Oh, really? Which ones?” she asked, indulging in a bit of harmless gossip.
Just like she’d pointed out to her father, Quinn hadn’t found this crowd, or the more high class crowd in the building, to spread more than the occasional piece of innocuous gossip.
New York society seemed nothing like the stuck-up, judgmental, narrow-minded assholes in Lima, Ohio.
“Lauren!” Quinn mock gasped when Lauren pointed to a couple of the more attractive women in the crowd.
“Oh…don’t worry. I’m not a complete slut. They weren’t married to the men on their arms, then,” Lauren said.
Quinn laughed.
“Good. I had a high opinion of you, and I’m so relieved you didn’t ruin it,” Quinn said, “So…tell me about your girlfriend. How long have you been together?”
Lauren told Quinn about her relationship of three years as if Quinn were a peer rather than the inexperienced teenager she actually was.
Quinn listened unfazed and completely charmed.
She liked how Lauren warmed up to her, and she was really seeing a potential friend in her.
Lauren seemed to genuinely like her, too, and that made Quinn happy. She did plan on going back to school, probably transfer to NYU, but that wouldn’t be for several months.
She’d probably take the next semester off, and she was going to be glad to have a friend in the city besides her father.
“Hi, sweetie. What are you laughing at?” Russell asked as he sidled up to Quinn’s side and wrapped his arm tightly around his waist.
“Hi, sweetheart. Lauren was just telling me she knows some people here…intimately,” she winked at Lauren who blushed and took a sip of her scotch.
“Really? Interesting,” Russell responded and pinched Quinn’s side.
Quinn knew that was a signal for something, and she hoped it was what she thought.
Lauren was an attractive lesbian, and as forward thinking and respectful as her father was, he wasn’t immune to the novelty of having a lesbian in his home or the titillation it brought.
Quinn saw nothing wrong with that, and she hoped to reap the benefit very soon.
In fact, she was going to make sure of it.
“Would you excuse us, Lauren? My husband and I need to go into the kitchen and see to the dinner,” Quinn said, with easy and genuine grace lacing her voice.
“Of course,” she replied.
Quinn laced her fingers with her father’s and dragged him, not to the kitchen where the caterer and the wait staff were doing their jobs, but to the large balcony outside.
“Are you hard?” she asked as they stepped outside.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Good. Now, rip my panties off me and make me come,” she commanded.
She bent over the wall, just past the view of the large French door of the balcony, and hiked up her skirt.
It was a clear invitation to go with the command she’d given him.
Her beautiful, firm, round ass was the finest piece of art, and he got to touch it…and fuck it.
“Next party, I hope you’re pregnant,” he said as he obeyed her command.
He gripped the top of her thong and ripped it off like it was a piece of string, which it was at the top.
The thong was ruined from what had collected on it from their earlier fuck, anyway.
“Fuck, that’s hot! Give it to me, stud. Put a baby into my cunt,” she said.
He impaled her with his dick immediately and began to thrust.
They didn’t have a lot of time, and he knew it.
But, he was determined she would have an orgasm first, and so he pressed his finger to her clit and rubbed it vigorously as he drummed into her.
Her body was thrumming with all the thoughts in her head of babies and the deception they were pulling off with Russell’s clients…and Lauren.
Russell’s finger and the thought of Lauren having bedded a couple of the rich, pretty ladies in the room triggered her orgasm.
She convulsed and put her husband’s dick in a vise grip, which set in motion his orgasm.
“Shit!” he gasped as he slammed into Quinn’s pussy, balls hitting her clit.
That set off another aftershock for Quinn as she felt him putting another delicious stream of sperm into her.
“Fuck,” Russell panted, leaning over his wife. “When I ripped your underwear, I think we forgot that talk of getting you pregnant tends to make me put more into you than you can hold.”
Quinn giggled.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. Pull out. I’ve got some tissue in my clutch. Whatever leaks out will drip down my thighs, and I’ll clean myself up,” Quinn breathed heavily, careful not to think too much about what she was saying because it might delay their return to the party further.
“We need to consider buying you a plug,” Russell said, casually, as he did what she asked and put his pants back together.
He watched with lust in his eyes as, sure enough, a large glob of his semen mixed with her own juices escaped and dripped down the inside of one of her thighs.
She reached over to the lounge chair where she’d left her clutch and pulled out a tissue.
Her back was still to Russell, and she was still bent over with her tiny black dress just above her naked ass.
He groaned, and gave one ass cheek a squeeze.
“I need to go in before I push you down on that chair and suck your pussy and keep you full ‘til they all give up and go home,” he kissed her cheek and went inside.
“Yeah, probably a good idea,” she chuckled. “I’ll check on dinner.”

“Funny story,” Quinn replied to the general demand from the ladies at the table to tell the story of how Russell proposed. “We were lying naked in bed.”
She laughed at the general stunned looks at the table.
“Really?” Lauren asked. “Wow.”
“Way to go, Russell,” his longest-running male client thumped him on the back.
Quinn and Russell had decided they could tell that small part of their real story, leaving out what happened just before, of course.
“Thanks,” Russell said and stuffed his mouth so he wouldn’t have to say anything more on the subject.
He had to admit it made him look pretty badass.
“And, what did you think of that?” one of Russell’s female clients asked Quinn.
She didn’t say it with a judgmental tone, but it was definitely a little more serious than the others at the table seemed to be taking it after their initial shock wore off.
“It was so…us. I mean, we had an…uninhibited, even illicit, flavor to our sex life from the very beginning. I mean, we are 20 years apart in age after all,” she said.
She loved this dance around the truth. It was turning her on, and she got a little bolder, probably because she’d had a few drinks during the evening.
She slipped her hand down under the table and squeezed her father’s thigh, then moved it up slowly but steadily until she was able to rub his cock over his zipper.
She ate with the other hand.
She smiled at the skill she was finding that she had of doing two very different things with each of her hands and concentrating on both equally.
She found the outline of his cock and was able to run her thumb over her favorite vein that she knew got him hard in no time.
It was also having a clear effect on her.
After a few more good-natured jokes at their expense, punctuated by feeling her father’s dick twitch and harden under her fingers and palm, Russell grabbed her hand.
“Excuse me,” he said, with a slightly strained voice, “I need to use the restroom.”
He got up and headed straight there.
Quinn had the good grace to wait a couple of minutes, but she was extremely impatient.
“I think I’m going to go check on my husband. I wonder if he’s feeling okay,” she said.
By then, fueled by drink and good food, and evidenced by their comfort level with the sex talk at the table, the guests were easily able to fend for themselves for a few minutes.
That’s all it would take.
Quinn slipped into the bathroom, and her father was leaning against the opposite wall, dick in his hand.
She bent over the sink and hiked her dress up for the third time during the party.
“Use me,” she said simply.
He wasted no time in approaching her bare ass and pussy, stabbing it with his extremely hard dick.
It only took a few short, hard thrusts to send a rush of cum inside of her that made her come too.
She didn’t think she would, but the table talk and rubbing his cock and now his eagerness to just dump his baby making fluid into her had her sprinting to her own orgasm.
He pulled out and squeezed her ass cheek again for good measure.
“Fuck…” it sent an unexpected aftershock through her body.
He grabbed some toilet paper from the roll and, this time, cleaned her up himself.
Again, he couldn’t use his mouth because they’d never get back to their guests.

The next morning, she chased her own orgasm without interruption before dressing and heading down the street to the coffee shop.
It was a simple pleasure and a way to get outside. It was a small taste of her favorite part of her old life at Yale when she frequented the same coffee shop every morning as a relatively poor college student.
Her father was away again, following a new client lead he’d gotten at the party the night before.
She ordered her coffee and headed to the back.
She found only one table empty in that section.
She was rendered speechless, and understandably terrified, at locking eyes with the girl who was sitting at the next table in a coffee shop just down the street from where she shared a penthouse with her father…
In a decidedly nontraditional father/daughter relationship.
With her heart in her throat, Quinn greeted her.
“Rachel…”
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