The door to the Overseer's office popped open and Amata slipped inside, sliding the bobby pins into her pocket as the door shut behind her. She grinned and walked over to the big desk. Her father was going to be out of the office for an hour, maybe two, she knew she had some time to poke around.
Papers were all over the desktop, copies of medical records, transcripts of meetings, many with notes hastily scrawled in the margins. Amata picked up one of them, a transcript of a meeting between Butch DeLoria and Wally Mack gleaned from one of the seemingly innumerable security cameras all over the vault, in this case an inane conversation about sweetrolls. Her father's chicken scratch notes were not favorable, though that wasn't surprising.
She quickly glanced at the shuttered window before she turned to look at the video screens behind her. Normally they were shut, locked behind a password-protected computer, but sometimes she knew her father forgot to logout. She walked over and pressed a button and, to her delight, the computer sprang to life. Everything was open to her at this moment. She pondered her options. She checked though the new files, pages and pages whatever her father decided needed to be saved, but nothing particularly interesting. She raised an eyebrow at a report on her work ethic, but decided against reading it. She knew her superior was happy with her performance so far.
Ugh. She backed out of the files and went for the video feeds. Maybe there was something interesting going on in the Vault. She scanned through the list of cameras. The Atrium? A quick look showed that there wasn't much going on. A couple people hanging around. The gym, maybe? No, it was mostly empty. She checked the diner and almost shut the screens off in disgust at the lack of anything going on when she noticed something odd. A young man with a leather jacket and a young woman leaving hurriedly. A look of worry crossed Amata's pretty face.
She changed the camera to follow the two. Her eyes went wide. The man in the leather jacket was Paul Hannon Jr. one of Butch's dumbass gang members. The bespectacled young Asian woman next to him was her friend Miki. She watched as they went down into the reactor level, her stomach felt like it was tying itself into knots and all kinds of horrible thoughts crossed her mind. Was she being forced along? Was Paul about to do something to her?
She changed cameras again and again as the two ducked deeper into the area, as far away from prying eyes as they could go, though it seemed like they were unaware of just how pervasive the camera system was. Finally they stopped and gave a quick look around. Amata bit her lip.
Suddenly Miki shoved Paul against the wall. Amata hissed, she knew that Miki was a tough young woman, but how this would turn out... she had no idea. Amata's hand moved over the the button to call for security, but it hovered over it for a moment, knowing that she'd be caught if she did this.
Then Miki grabbed Paul's crotch. Amata's eyes went wide as she watched her friend rubbing the young man through his jumpsuit. Miki said something, and for a moment Amata considered turning on the audio when Miki tugged the zipper on Paul's jumpsuit. She watched as the zipper went down, revealing Paul's dark chest slowly, inch by inch.
Amata bit her lip, she could feel her nipples hardening as she watched. Her thoughts were in chaos, all her earlier assumptions... if anyone was in charge here it was Miki. The zipper was down to his stomach, a stomach that Amata noticed was quite well toned. She barely noticed her hand reaching up to brush against her breast until her fingers met her hard nipple and sent a shock of pleasure through her body.
She was starting to breathe hard, and she brought her hand up to the zipper on her own jumpsuit. The temptation was strong, but there was a voice in the back of her head that was yelling at her about where she was. Paul's zipper was down as low as it could go, revealing a pair of gray underwear with a conspicuous bulge. Miki grinned at him and slowly got to her knees so she was eye level with said bulge.
Amata gasped quietly as Miki hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the underwear and pulled down. Paul's cock popped out and Miki's grin took on an almost predatory look. She licked the tip of his penis, slowly, deliberately, like she'd done this before. Amata felt a quick pang of jealousy; how could she not tell her? But all of her bitter thoughts left as Miki took the tip into her mouth, still slowly.
Her dad wasn't going to be back for an hour. She unzipped the jumpsuit, all the way down, in one quick motion, revealing her gray cotton top and panties. Her nipples were very visible through the top for the brief moment before she pulled it up over her breasts.
One hand rubbed her breasts, pinching and pulling her brown nipples, the other sliding slowly down her front, across her stomach, her eyes half closed, biting her lip in an attempt to keep the low moan that was currently escaping from escaping. On the screen, Miki was taking Paul's cock deeper into her mouth. Amata's hand rubbed against her panties, the dampness evident even from her light touch. With another moan she moved her underwear aside to reveal her sopping pussy.
She slid a finger inside and shuddered, her eyes closed tight for a moment. That was when she heard it. "God damn door..."
Amata's eyes shot open. How long had she been here? Was it already an hour? Then she realized she didn't have much time. She pulled her hands away and, barely thinking, shut off the computer first, before realizing that wouldn't leave her enough time to cover up.
The door opened as she spun around, her face flushed bright red. Her father stood there, his eyes wide as he looked her up and down, her jumpsuit open, her undershirt pushed up over her breasts, her panties in disarray and her fingers ever so slightly glistening...
"Dad! I... I... um..."
Her dad nodded as the door closed behind him. "I know what's going on, dear."
"Y... you do?" Amata managed to stutter out.
"Of course!" her father moved closer, "it's obvious that none of the young men here strike your fancy, and honestly I can't blame you."
Amata was halfway to answering, her mouth hung open as the gears in her head turned trying to process what her dad was saying. Did he think...?
His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in closer. Amata tried to position her arm in front of herself, to keep him from getting too close but before she could his lips met hers. Her eyes went wide as his tongue slipped inside her mouth and his hand slid down to cup her ass. "Mmph!"
He broke the kiss and Amata pulled her head away as far as she could. Her dad leaned forward a little bit. "Just let me take care of you..." he whispered in her ear, before he kissed her neck.
She gasped, it felt like electricity running down her spine. With one hand her dad started to pull her vault jumpsuit off, exposing her shoulders. "W...wai..."
He didn't listen, instead starting to kiss down her neck to her shoulder. Amata shuddered. With a surprising mix of gentleness and force he laid her onto the desk and brought his lips to her dark nipple. She moaned, writhed a little though she wasn't certain if she was trying to get away or get her nipple further into his mouth. His teeth gently bit at her and she hissed, gripping the edges of the desk so tightly that her knuckles went white.
And then he started slowly down, tugging on her jumpsuit as he kissed along her stomach until he got to the top of her gray cotton panties. She felt him pull away and let out a quiet whimper. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, revealing her wet pussy. She glanced up and saw him grin as he started to unzip his own jumpsuit. She knew she should stop this now, knew that this was wrong, but she felt like she was on fire, her bangs were sticking to her sweaty forehead, her heart was pounding in her chest and at this very moment her dad was pulling his cock out from his gray underwear...
She let her head back down onto the desk and closed her eyes. She bit her lip again as he pressed his cock against her. It was going to hurt, she was certain. She'd never done this before, though there was that one time that her and Miki had experimented with a broom handle...
The tip slipped into her folds, her breath hitched and she lolled her head. Her father waited a moment for her to catch her breath before he went further, pushing his cock deeper into her. She tensed, her back arching as he went into her. As he thrust in and out her breath came in gasps and whimpers, and she brought one balled fist to her mouth in an attempt to quiet them. Her other hand grasped the desk so hard she was sure her fingers were digging into the hard wood top.
The first orgasm took her, she swore she could see star bursts behind her closed eyelids as it washed over her and, despite her biting down on her fist, a low, throaty groan escaped from her lips. Just as that one was starting to subside the second hit, and her entire body shuddered and her arms and legs felt limp. Her balled up fist loosened and dropped off the side of the desk, a thin, glistening line of saliva trailing from it for an incredibly brief moment.
Then she could feel his breath on her cheek. "I'm close baby..." he whispered in her ear before he kissed her cheek.
Amata could only reply with a quiet moan, and when he kissed her she kissed him back. He grabbed one of her arms and she could feel him tensing up, getting closer to his peak. Their kiss broke and he grunted. "P... please daddy..." she was able to get out before he finally came.
Her third orgasm hit just then, as he came inside of her. She could feel the first shot inside, then the second as he tried to pull out. The last of his semen splashed across her pussy and onto her stomach. They both stayed where they were for a moment, panting and sweating, Amata felt both woefully empty and delightfully full as her dad's cum leaked from her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at her dad. She knew that she had the same look on her face as he had on his, a mixture of lust, pleasure and shame at the act.
He started to get redressed, pulling his underwear back up and starting to zip his jumpsuit back up. Amata though, had a sudden question that she felt needed to be answered. She brought her hand down to the cum on her stomach and scooped it up between a couple fingers. As she brought her hand in front of her face she noticed that her dad had stopped redressing, instead watching her intently.
Amata brought her fingers to her lips and gently licked the semen from them. It was good, she thought, if a little salty. She could understand why Miki had no problem with what she had been doing. With her curiosity sated she started to redress too, pulling her panties up to be immediately soaked with the cum still leaking from her softly aching pussy. She noticed, but ignored, the little twitch she saw at her dad's crotch.
Once they were finally dressed they stood there for a moment, too embarrassed to speak to each other. Amata turned to leave, but within two steps her father had grabbed her arm and spun her around. They were face to face for a second before he leaned in and kissed her. She closed her eyes and reciprocated the kiss, her heart fluttering as he gave her ass a quick grab. They broke the kiss and stared eye-to-eye for a seemingly minute long moment. Finally he broke the tension.
"I'll get you a key for my room. It's lonely being the Overseer sometimes."
Amata's face was flushed bright red as she left the room.
*
"Amata!"
Amata turned to face Miki who was running down the hall to her. "Where have you been?" the young Asian lady asked huffily, "I've been looking all over for you!"
Amata grinned, blushing ever so slightly and, she hoped, imperceptibly. "Oh, you know. Snooping."
"Oh really? Snoop out anything good?" Miki replied, quizzically, eyebrow raised.
A brief fantasy of Miki licking cum off her glasses flashed through Amata's mind but she quickly banished it. "No, nothing really. Just heading to my room to take a shower."