I Wored in Daddy's Office

I Worked in Daddy's Office P1

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My name is Lisa, I was pretty shy growing up until the eleventh grade just after my eighteenth birthday the day before Thanksgiving in Seattle. Seemingly between then and New Years Day, I went from a training bra to a C-cup, which my always away on business mother, didn't notice my burgeoning titties. Grammy did though.

She was at home with Daddy and me and was Daddy's mom. I heard her talking to Daddy the Friday after Thanksgiving having a loud argument with Daddy, calling my mom a cheating slut. She said, "You caught her twice and you went to counselling and are you queer or something, " Grammy was trying to push him. "

He said, "Lisa needs a mom!"

Grammy rejoined, "I'm her mom, wake the fuck up."

None of my clothes fit. The gaps between the buttons were wide open and my training bras functioned as a shelf to push my breasts up and my nipples out My home room teacher, Ms. Oliver came up the first day back to school and hugged me and said, I looked like Emma Stone with bigger tits and red hair like the actress.

The weird thing is that mother had black hair as did Daddy. The rest of my classes, I was sort of in a fog as I came to realize it was possible that Daddy was not my real daddy. My last class was physical education with two teachers and they asked me to stay after class and meet with them.

I was trying to button up my blouse at my locker, nobody took showers ewww, when Ms. Jones and Ms. Sykes, were about half an inch, in front of me and behind me, respectively.. Ms. Sykes unhooked my bra and simultaneously Ms. Jones, cupped both of my tits and rubbed her thumbs over my nipples.

My mouth opened wide and I groaned very loudly.

Ms. Jones said, "Come home with us, girl we'll make a woman out of you today."

I pushed away from both of them and said, "I'm eighteen for goodness sake, " and ran out of the locker room into the adjoining corridor braless and finished buttoning my blouse.

I got my book bag from my regular locker and covered my tits and walked home.

Grammie was there in the kitchen when I got home and sat at the table in the kitchen. She was making meat loaf with mushroom gravy which was a family favorite.

"Grammy can we talk, I've got nobody to talk with."

She washed her hands and dried them on a towel and brought me an apple and sat down watching my face.

"Ms. Oliver said I looked like the actress Emma Stone with my red hair, but my tits were already bigger than hers. Then in phys-ed class the lesbian teachers, Ms. Jones and Ms. Sykes said they wanted to make a woman out of me and I should come home with them."

"Grammy they took my bra, I need new bras. Okay?"

She nodded, staring intently at me.

"I'm pretty sure Daddy's not my biological parent as he and mom have black hair. I want to have a paternity test done."

Without saying anything she went upstairs and I heard her banging around and then she came downstairs with a manila folder and sat back down across from me and pushed the folder to me. It was a medical form from some laboratory located in Seattle.

It listed Daddy's name and then it said Un-named Minor. The gist of which is there was a zero percent likelihood that he was my father.

I pitched forward and threw up and threw up until there was no more to come up and yet I kept retching. Grammy ran next door and the neighbor lady was a nurse and I was curled in a ball rolling in the vomit and she forced me to swallow a pill that I heard her say was oxycotin and she picked me up and carried me to our shower and turned on the water and hosed me off. She stood me up and stripped me and wrapped a towel around me and laid me down on my bed and I was out and slept for a day.

My phone was on the bedstand charging up and I texted my biological mom and said she was a cheating cunt and I never wanted to see her again. Grammy and Daddy helped me legally emancipate from her and he divorced her.

By next Thanksgiving and my nineteenth birthday I had double EE Cups and I already had done three lingerie and swimsuit photo gigs and I was working in Daddy's office too after school.

For the last six months at the swimsuit gigs, there were men's swimsuit guys there, with speedos and gigantor dicks, Latino men and black men. Many of them were gay, there was an older man, gray in his hair, who slipped a note to me through one of the photographers, to meet him in his room at ten tonight.

The coordinator of the whole affair here at Cabo San Lucas was this forty year old woman, who'd done magazine covers for every major magazine in the world worth mentioning.

She asked me to have dinner with her tonight in her suite. She was tall and thin and wore slacks and a beret and smoked Camel cigarettes. She told me to wear some heels, a nice skirt and no bra with a pretty blouse.

I told one of other models about the older guy and the coordinator. She said, "The guy is a total perv, about eighty percent gay and rumor has it he has several STDs."

"Maggie rarely has a meal with one of her models. Girl, she'll make you a millionaire in several years."

My heart was on fire, beating like a drum set as I stood outside her door. I was afraid to knock thinking of what she wanted me to wear. I'm five foot two, and I weigh one hundred thirty pounds. I had on some classic shiny black open toed pumps, a soft black silk skirt and a simple white blouse with buttons down the front, with a high collar. The surprise was from the collar, the blowse was cut away so that it was backless, oh and I was commando.

I could smell myself, I had resigned myself that she was going to fuck me tonight and the thoughts of being a millionaire, made me a sex worker I guess, but I was so turned on that and I could smell myself.

I knocked and the door was immediately opened by her assistant Leslie, who was almost six foot tall and wearing flats. She was black and stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a retro-Afro haircut. It had been dyed in the colors of the Pride rainbow.

She said, "I knew she couldn't resist you like a bear to a honey pot. I absolutely love your smell. We should bottle and call it 'Eau de Cunt'."

I said, "I'm sorry, coming here I knew she was going to take me and I'm a virgin and I couldn't sleep last night."

She said, "Oh Girl, I'll tell her and by this Sunday you will be in love with her."

She took my hand interlocking our fingers and we walked to the other side of the suite which opened up onto the Gulf of Baja. Maggie's hair was blondish-white and she was stunning in a lilac sheath and there went my heart beat again.

Leslie said, "Wait here, " she walked over and bent down and whispered in Maggie's ear.

Maggie looked up and stood up and walked over to me to give me a polite or gentle hug of greeting and as she leaned over I flung myself into her arms putting my arms around her neck and mashing my girls into her. Grammy always said, "Push your chips in, when it's all you got."

Her eyes were one half an inch from mine and she looked startled. I felt like I'd made a huge fool of myself and I said, "Take me for God's sake!"

She did not.

I let loose of her and stepped back staring at the floor. I slowly spun away and kept my dignity and walked away through her suite. Nobody stopped me.

I closed the door and walked over to the elevator and punched two and went down to my room and cried most of the night. I knew though for sure, I was mostly queer if not all the way queer. Should I have not flung myself at her?

I had totally done something wrong. I watched lesbian porn on the hotel television and rubbed one out in about thirty seconds as this lonely wife went to a lesbian massage parlor, then I changed channels and this rough short haired lesbian seduced a straight wife with huge tits like mine and proceeded to pinch the wife's nipples then slapped them and she came and I came like a hurricane and fell asleep.

The phone rang with my alarm and I showered and decided to double down and cut off my Seahawk tee shirt so that the bottom part of my titties as well as a bunch of side boob was there. I had some pink running shorts, that I pulled up over my hips giving me a serious camel toe which I rubbed with some water to make it more real. I put on my red open toed pumps and went to the elevator to the first floor.

I strutted in and saw Maggie and Leslie having breakfast in a booth. I was there in a heartbeat and slid into the booth against Maggie.

"I watched this bull dyke movie on the TV in my room and she started slapping around these big titties on a straight woman and the straight woman came and I came all over my silly little finger."

"What's a queer little sub need to do to get her brains fucked loose by a dyke like you Maggie? Bite my tits, spank me please for the love of God, cum is running down my leg for you. So what if I'm a virgin slut, please sweet Jesus, make me a woman."

I leaned down and started sucking her nipple through her blouse which caused her to grab the back of my head holding me there. She said to Leslie, "Do all men's shots this morning, we'll be down about one thirty."

We interlocked our fingers and walked to the elevators. As we went up the elevators, I said, "I was making love to you watching the lesbian videos."

She squeezed my hand.

Our first morning I submitted totally to her hands, fingers, tongue, fist and strap on with a huge dick. She destroyed my hymen with two fingers and ate me, apparently my clit is sort of long and she sucked me off while finding that rough spot and I squirted all over her face, then it was the strap on and I discovered I'm multi-orgasmic. She taught me how to eat pussy and sat on my face and humped it while I played with her nipples.

At some point I screamed that I loved her and she shushed me. The rest of the shoot went well.

She had a chartered Volvo Turbo Prop and there was another shoot in the Bahamas.

She talked to Grammy, got all my distance learning set up and I was never a Haute Couture type of model, but I worked steadily until I was twenty five.

I was pregnant with our first baby so we flew to British Columbia, where she was a citizen and I had family in Montreal and we were married. Leslie was our maid of honor and really our third wife. Her brother sired our baby, which was fun, too.

End of I worked in Daddy's Office P1

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