The elevator door dinged shut behind me. I was smiling ear to ear and my whole body tingled. The weekend I'd spent with Daddy had been the best one ever, I couldn't even believe that it had really happened. Every now and then I'd freak out a bit, but then he'd touch me or kiss me and I would swoon all over again. Even now my knees felt like jelly, thinking of the way he'd sent me on my way this morning, fucking me in the shower, my legs wrapped around him and his enormous cock stuffed inside of me. I wanted to call in sick but he'd been insistent.
Once I told him about Debra and how she was my next target, Daddy grew very interested in my endeavors at work. He'd lie on the bed jacking off as I told him what I planned to do with my sexy pixie of a friend. I knew she was bi, and Daddy found that the most interesting of all.
The more the weekend wore on the hotter both of us got about the possibilities of bringing her into our play. We shared sexy stories about how it would be to taste that sweet pussy, or how I'd love to watch him impale her and make her scream.
It was so hot in fact my pussy was sopping wet by the time I hit my floor. As I glided across to my cubicle, I realized how my tits strained against the tiny t-shirt I wore that day. The only man around to appreciate it was Lucas Fisher, my boss. I saw him watching me from his office, the windows of which all faced out over the floor. Damn, and I had hoped he wouldn't notice that I was late. It couldn't be helped... I hadn't wanted to leave and Daddy didn't want me to go. By the time I left the hotel room to run home for a quick change I was already running behind. I ducked my head and disappeared into my cubicle.
Mr. Fisher never made it over to my cubicle to chastise me, so by the time of the first coffee break I was able to relax and chat with my friend Debra. She grabbed me by the hand and herded me toward the back booth in the break room.
"Okay you slut. I want the details."
I glanced over my friend. She was petite, maybe 5 foot, 100lbs soaking wet. Her breasts were firm and perky without the benefit of a bra, which she never would have worn anyway. Her hair was short and dark whereas mine was fair and long, and she had these enormous violet colored eyes that would make anyone weak in the knees. My eyes fell on her full lips, painted a dark purple today to go with her goth-black outfit. She always wore heavy boots, pants with skirts and corset tops. Her white skin called to me but I shook away the thought of how I'd fuck her. There was time for that.
"What makes you think there are details?" I grinned innocently. She slapped the outside of my thigh.
"Don't play with me, Cassie. You left the land of virginity this weekend, didn't you?"
I held up my hands. "Guilty as charged."
"So how was it?" was her insistent reply.
I grinned ear to ear and leaned forward. "It was so hot." I glanced side to side. No one was within ear shot. "It was my dad."
Her eyes widened. Not with disgust, it wouldn't have been disgust. I knew she and her stepdad had an affair for years. He was her first also. It had been her mom's idea. They were decidedly progressive. "Get out! How did that happen?"
I told her the details, about the internet dating service, about the shock of finding out that big fat cock belonged to my dad, and finally succumbing to the desire that had been driving us both wild for weeks. She kept licking her lips and squirming in her seat as we talked softly. As the soft pink flush rose up in her ivory skin all I wanted to do was reach over and kiss her.
"So you know what this means," I concluded softly.
Her eyes ran hungrily over my lips. She nodded. She slid out of her chair and headed pointedly toward the bathroom. I needed no coaxing.
Once behind the door we fell into each other's arms. Her tongue probed into my mouth and my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass. She locked the bathroom door and pulled me over toward the counter. I lifted her easily onto the counter, my mouth never leaving her sweet smelling skin. I tugged down her corset to reveal her small but perfect tit. As my mouth clasped over the erect nipple, sucking it into my mouth, she groaned and ground her pelvis against me. "You are a slut," she decided with a smile.
To prove her point my hand disappeared between us, rubbing in between her legs. She gasped, throwing her head back. I sucked her nipple and fondled her through her clothes until she was practically screaming for me to fuck her.
With both hands I slipped her pants off, leaving her only in that wispy scarf skirt she was wearing over her pants, and a tiny thong. She spread her legs wide and pushed my head down. With a palm on each of her thighs, I dove right in, my tongue swirling around her clit and slopping at her wet slit. She bucked against me, grunting and shaking, wanting that orgasm I wouldn't give her.
Finally I threaded two fingers together and shoved it deep inside her as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I thought she was going to scream the house down, but fortunately she ended up falling against the faucet and set the water on full blast. No one outside could hear her, "Eat me you bitch, I'm gonna cum!"
I obliged her happily and kept the pace until she spurted out into my open mouth. She only sat there a moment before she reached down to pull me up onto the counter. "Ready for the real all girl experience," she growled as she kissed me hard, nibbling at my lower lip. All I could do was groan. I was more than ready.
I spread my legs as she positioned herself in between my legs, taking her time to kiss her way down my body. Just as I felt her hot breath against my thigh suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door.
"Everything all right in there?"
Damn. It was Mr. Fisher. Debra and I broke apart, she grabbed her pants and wiggled back into them. We both washed our face and straightened our clothes as we hollered, "Be right there."
Right before we opened the door Debra grabbed me for another scorching kiss, whispering into my mouth, "You just wait till I get you home."
And I couldn't. I really couldn't.
As we emerged out into the hallway, only Mr. Fisher was there to greet us. He stood over both of us from an impressive six foot five. His hair was dark, but his eyes were piercing blue. He had a good body under the suits he wore, but after working for him for about six months I knew this guy was a cold fish. He had ice water running through his veins. Most men his age, and I was guessing that was about thirty or so, would love to work in an all female environment. Not Mr. Fisher. He looked at us all like we were just robots and not healthy sex craved college students.
Many girls had a crush on him but he barely acknowledged them unless they did something wrong. He wanted no part of office romance. He was a by the books guy who wasn't going to let things slide just because he could get an easy blowjob. Which was sad, because now that I knew how to give one I could get a lot of free time at the office.
"Debra, you're needed at your desk," he told her curtly, his eyes swinging to me, blazing right through me as if he could tell what had gone on in the bathroom before. How much he sensed was scary. "Cassie, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stay late today. I have a matter to discuss with you."
That didn't sound good. What had I done to warrant this kind of reprimand?
"Why, sir?" I asked in a polite purr. He remained stoic.
"It's better we discuss this later." He stalked off.
Wow, it was so bad he had to isolate me to bawl me out. I heard about it happening sometimes, and generally it happened to the gals he fired. As I took my place at my desk, I was shaking more from fear than the sexual encounter I had with Deb in the bathroom.
The clock ticked away the remaining couple of hours quicker than it ever had. I sat there like a lamb before the slaughter, and quite frankly I was scared to death of being fired. I'd never been fired before and I wasn't looking forward to this being my first.
There were a lot of firsts this weekend. But suddenly this seemed the scariest and most ominous of all. Finally that final bell tolled, and I knew it tolled for me. I sat at my desk as everyone around me collected their things and filed toward the elevator to take them downstairs.
Deb stopped by briefly, telling me she'd wait for me in the bar downstairs if I wanted. It sounded good. I could use a stiff drink later if this was going to unfold the way I thought it would. I nodded and she blew me a kiss. I smiled, but barely.
I opened my purse and reached for my compact, thinking I should freshen up before my head went into the guillotine. I remembered my panties I'd stashed in my desk on Friday, so I quickly reached for them to stuff them into my purse before I forgot. I reached my hand back as far as it would go in the drawer, but it was completely bare. My panties were gone. I felt suddenly sick as I heard footfalls against the now barren floor.
I quickly removed my hand and shoved my purse to the side as Mr. Fisher stood at the entrance of my cubicle. He was more immense now than he'd ever been. One stray worker scurried past him, muttering a goodbye that he barely acknowledged.
He waited until that person had disappeared into the safety of the elevator before he moved into my cubicle. I could feel the heat of his body and smell the woodsy scent of his aftershave as he bent toward my chair. I was trembling in spite of myself.
