Today Nastya's classes were during the first shift, so she was able to come to my work only after lunch. My daughter was a first-year student at the institute, and during her extracurricular time she worked as a secretary at the company where I worked. Well, I worked part-time - it could hardly be called a part-time job, more like an almost unpaid internship. Why practically? Yes, because my daughter did receive payment from the boss, but not in money, but in a natural product, so to speak.
It must be said that Nastya was simply a magical child - at eighteen she had an angelic face, a velvety voice, high elastic breasts and delightfully slender legs. At first glance, she evoked a strong desire to hug and kiss herself. I could hardly restrain myself when this miracle came out of the bathroom in a short robe and plopped down on my lap. In addition, Nastenka was sanguine by temperament - she perceived everything with humor, even her mother's departure to another family, which took place when Nastya was in the third grade.
And then a month ago, exactly on her eighteenth birthday, Nastya stunned me with an unexpected statement. Blushing, turning pale and fiddling with the hem of her short dress, my girl began muttering something about sex. I couldn't believe my ears - no, of course, I assumed that someday I would have to talk to my daughter about this, but I didn't even imagine what kind of intimate things she would say in her gentle voice. To be honest, I expected that a couple of years ago my daughter would start going on dates and everything would work out by itself. But it was not there.
- Dad, I'm already eighteen... The fact is that I constantly watch porn and masturbate... I'm very ashamed, but I have to tell someone about it!
- Well, daughter... At your age this is normal... There's nothing wrong with it! - I tried to maintain a casual tone, feeling how the world around me was floating and shimmering. And, worst of all, my daughter's words gave me an erection.
- Well, that's not all, dad! - She suddenly looked at me with a desperate look. - The thing is that I... I really want more. I want... Mi... Mina... Well, you understand... - Nastenka could not utter an indecent word and squeezed the dress with her small fingers. And then she took a deep breath, causing her magnificent breasts to sway. I realized that my penis was already hard enough to discharge without further stimulation. Hastily looking away from my daughter, I quickly spoke:
- Wait, wait... Are you talking... about oral sex?
The daughter nodded slowly, pressing her head into her shoulders and sobbing. She grimaced and, breathing rapidly, looked at me again.
"Well, yes... I really want to accept the boy here," the daughter pointed her finger at her lovely mouth. - And do this constantly, many times every day. And also kissing and hugging... But... Everything else... I don't want to do! - She frowned. - I read that it hurts. And in... forward and... behind. I watched a lot of videos, and it seemed to me that, well, when he enters there... It's somehow... Wrong, or something... And there may be consequences... But in the mouth... So great... When a girl wraps her lips around him and tries to take him deeper... But he resists and doesn't go further... Those squelching sounds in the video... I... at such moments touch myself and almost immediately...
-Are you cumming? - I blurted out.
"Uh-huh..." my daughter sobbed again. I moved closer to her and stroked her golden locks.
- I'm a pervert, right, dad? - my daughter asked quietly, pressing her cheek to me.
- Well, of course not, what are you saying?
"But I'm sure that none of the boys on the course will agree to meet with me just for the sake of blowjobs and kisses!" They always want more! I see guys staring at my ass and breasts!
- But you've never tried to date someone your age?
- Of course not! I know that nothing will work out! All boys are fools and lustful assholes! Here!
- Nothing like that!
"Oh, dad, you're also... a boy," the daughter covered her mouth with her hands. - Sorry, that's not what I meant... I'm talking about peers. My classmates. They are all the same! I don't even want to try!
"Then... You started this conversation because you think that I?.." I swallowed, feeling goosebumps crawling down my back and my dick tearing my pants.
- What are you... Daddy, yes, exactly like that! I think you can help! - Nastya looked at me with hope in her eyes.
My imagination immediately helpfully slipped in a picture - my daughter was on her knees, I was unzipping my fly. Nastya smiles and licks her lips with the tip of her tongue, then moves forward... Cold sweat appeared on my forehead, I tried with all my might to remove these terrible and at the same time beautiful fantasies from my head. But they didn't leave.
- And... how can I help? - in my fantasies the answer seemed obvious, but I wanted my daughter to say it herself.
"Dad..." Nastya suddenly became even more embarrassed and lowered her gaze. - I watched a lot of porn... Well, a lot. And there is such a scenario - the secretary under the table makes the boss feel good with her mouth. Doesn't happen often, but it happens. And I really really like this option. I even... had such dreams. I... well, down there... I move, and he... answers calls, receives visitors... It's so cool, it's breathtaking...
"So you're talking about mine?..." I looked at my daughter with eyes widened in surprise. While she was talking about her fantasies, her face transformed - inspiration appeared, a sparkle appeared in her eyes, the girl literally lived what she said.
- Well, yes! Please talk to Veniamin Grigorievich! - Nastya folded her palms on her chest and made a pleading face.
- Wait, so you want me to offer my boss sex services for his daughter?
Nastya blushed once again and shook her pretty blond head.
- In no case! I'm only ready for penetration in my mouth!
- So this is sex! Oral sex, that's what it's called!
- Well... I read that some girls don't even consider it sex. An ordinary kiss, just a little lower...
- A little lower??! - I looked at my daughter indignantly. And he was stupefied - Nastya, my always laughing and joyful Nastya was one step away from crying.
"You still think that I'm a pervert.. I knew it..." Nastenka was almost sobbing. I couldn't look at it indifferently - Nastya never asked me for anything, she accepted even the most difficult life's hardships with a smile on her face. When Lucy left and stopped answering calls, only my daughter brought me out of depression. It was thanks to her character, which manifested itself already in childhood, that I was able to cope with circumstances and live a more or less ordinary life. And now, at such a moment, I simply could not do otherwise.
I hugged Nastenka and quietly whispered: "Everything is fine, I'll talk to Veniamin Grigorievich, I'm sure he won't refuse."
- Really, dad? - Nastya stopped crying and looked at me with a shining gaze.
"True," I answered firmly.
It turned out that Nastya liked my boss even when he visited us a couple of times several years ago. Veniamin Grigorievich looked like a classic chef, as if he had come out of a collection of stereotypes - his bald head, paunch and glasses even gave him a somewhat caricatured appearance. But, apparently, in Nastya's fantasies this is exactly what the boss should be like, who will taste her mouth for the first time. But before calling the boss, I decided to clarify some points.
- So you're going right off the bat?
-What do you mean, dad?
- Well... Perhaps you should practice first? - I don't know why I said this. Perhaps somewhere inside I still had a glimmer of hope that my daughter would want to practice on me. Goosebumps crawled all over my body again, but my daughter quickly knocked them down with one phrase.
- So I've already trained! While you were at work!
- W-on what? - I asked cautiously.
- On sausages! There are "Daddy Can" ones in the refrigerator. I even managed to insert one sausage almost completely, I could even close my mouth! - the daughter boasted.
"Yes, dad can. Even the name seems to be mocking..." a crazy thought came to mind, which I immediately pushed away with a sigh and went to the refrigerator. The size of the sausages was clearly not impressive; it is unlikely that Veniamin Grigorievich would have such dwarf dimensions.
- Well, they're pretty small.
- We had to start somewhere! - my daughter came into the kitchen and stared at the sausages with me. - Perhaps we should buy some sausages?
"No, this definitely won't work..." I winced, driving away the pictures that immediately appeared in my imagination.
- Then... We need to go to a special store!
- Great, contact me!
- No, what are you talking about, dad! I'm shy...
"You're not embarrassed to talk to your father about such topics, but then suddenly... On you!"
Nastya looked down.
- And if... I explain to Veniamin Grigorievich that it's my first time... Maybe he won't find fault too much?
I sighed. The dialogue resembled a scene from the theater of the absurd. And what's most interesting is that Nastya didn't even hint even a word that I could be a training object. Apparently, she had a strong taboo on this topic. She also stubbornly did not notice my erection, although my penis was already sticking out in my pants so much that it was uncomfortable to walk. Shaking my head, I went to call my boss, having no idea what to say. Nastya insisted that I explain everything at once, although it seemed impossible to me over the phone to tell all the crazy things that my daughter told me about her sexual desires.
-- Hello, Veniamin Grigorievich! - I said, turning on the speakerphone.
- Hi Vadim! Why are you bothering me at such a late hour?
- Here's the thing... You know, I have a daughter, she's now in her first year of study... And so I wanted to ask - is it possible for her to get an internship as a secretary with us?
- Yeah, I saw her on social networks! And when he came to visit you... Such a sweet child... I think her name is Nastya? What is your daughter's specialty?
Nastenka, who was standing nearby, sparkled with her eyes, realizing that the boss remembered her name.
-- Management!
- Well, this is just our profile, in principle... Only now... There are only three people in the company - you, me and Sonechka. Will we get a fourth job? The budget is not rubber...
