One week after agreeing to help her friend Zoe, Kat sat nervously waiting in reception. The 18 year-old had come into town with her father for her first day at work in her summer job at his agency.
Outwardly she was a drop-dead gorgeous, glossy-maned brunette, 18 going on 23, and she looked quite demure, almost matronly for her first day at work. Her mother had helped her pick out her wardrobe and had been very clear on the need to look respectable.
What Gemma didn't realise though, was that Zoe had taken her young protege underwear shopping a few days before she started work.
The teenager had been flattered to be asked out on a 'girl's shopping trip - on me' and felt thoroughly grown-up and not a little thrilled to be looking through the racks of suspender belts in Agent Provocateur with her older friend.
"Mum would never let me bring these home." grinned Kat as she held up a tiny pair of crotchless satin panties.
Zoe looked at her from the other side of the underwear display. "Then it will be our little secret. Just don't tell her!" she laughed, and winked. "Your mum is going to find out that you're a big girl eventually" she smiled.
The pair had even shared a large changing room while Kat modelled the black satin panties, fishnet stockings, suspender belt and plunging satin bra for her friend. The new stilettos didn't hurt either.
Zoe sat there, watching the curvy, coltish beauty in front of her and felt her pussy throb in anticipation of what Joe would say when she showed him the videos she had surreptitiously shot of Kat while she changed.
She could imagine the look on his face as he saw the prize she was bringing him. Kat's glorious, large creamy breasts - perfect for his mouth and cock to defile. Her pouting mouth just waiting for his cock to claim as his own. And her incredible jutting arse, defying gravity as only a young woman's can. Crying out to be spanked and more.
Much, much more.
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Kat shifted on the leather sofa, her long slim legs encased in the new stockings, her thighs enjoying the feel of the fishnet and her pussy ever-so-slightly damp from the thrill of her brand new, tiny satin black panties.
She looked down and smiled to herself, her full lips glistening as she unbuttoned her shirt slightly. The result was just the subtlest glimpse of her full, pert breasts beneath, and her perfect, luscious cleavage.
She knew the effect her teenage body had on men and was half-curious to see how Joe would behave with her.
If she was honest she was still processing the bombshell that her friend Zoe had landed on her a week ago. That her father - a man she trusted above all others - had taken Zoe against her will in Kat's own home. She could barely bring herself to look at him, but at Zoe's pleading had promised not to act differently towards him.
What else could she do? Confront him? Tell her own father that she had seen him totally own and dominate the beautiful Zoe until he broke her?
That she had watched a video on Zoe's phone in which she had seen him slide his cock down Zoe's throat while had talked to Kat on the phone?
That deep down, somewhere she didn't like to think about, she had been horribly turned on while she watched?
That for the last seven days she had fingered herself to shuddering, blinding orgasm each night while she dreamed of being violated, broken in and tamed by an older man?
She could feel herself getting wet now just thinking about it. On her knees before him. Totally obedient. Adoring. Staring up at him.
She could almost taste a thick, sticky slab of cock resting itself against her lips, probing and pushing against her mouth, before she obeyed her master and welcomed it hungrily.
Letting it slide down her throat again and again, surrendering against her will, letting him use her as his personal fuck doll until her new master climaxed and pumped his hot, sticky load down her throat, claiming her as his own.
She shifted in her seat again, flushed, feeling her wetness and nervously biting her lip.
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Exactly 48 metres away from where Kat sat, newly wet, was her new boss. Joseph Wallace Fitzgerald was a happy man who was about to get even happier. The outright owner of his own agency, Joe didn't need to work any more. But he still loved the rush of selling the work and closing the deal. Being surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous 25 year-old women who always laughed at all his jokes didn't hurt either.
He had mentally hired his Client Services Director Zoe Rogers on the spot when he saw her in reception a few months ago. She was in her mid-thirties (old by his standards) but she had the most spectacular tits he had ever seen. And he had seen some award-winning breasts. Married three times, he wasn't a man to let a little thing like a third wife stand in the way of having a good time.
He had taken Zoe out to celebrate her hiring and she didn't disappoint.
"What's your greatest achievement?" he had asked her towards the end of dinner, coked up now (he had a pretty regular, expensive habit) and pretty drunk.
Zoe stared at him as he leered unashamedly at her plunging, creamy deep cleavage.
"Swallowing all 8 inches of my best friend's husband while he's on the phone to his wife," she said casually, smiling as he blinked twice quickly.
"Would you like me to show you?"
Joe nodded.
They had fucked all that weekend at his house, his own wife away with his teenage children. Joe was shocked how kinky Zoe's tastes seemed to be. He had always prided himself on his own deviance, but Zoe was something else.
She seemed, above all, to get off on his betrayal of his wife. He found it thrilling when she offered to suck his cock while he rang his wife. He fucked Zoe's face while telling his wife what a boring weekend he was having on his own at home.
"Nothing much," he said to Sadie his wife, holding his phone as he watched Zoe slowly trail her tongue down his shaft and take his balls into her mouth.
On a coke binge on the Saturday night he had gabbled away his deepest, darkest fantasies to Zoe: his penchant for teenage girls and his love of domination and rough sex.
Delighted, Zoe had suggested some role play and had offered to dress up as a schoolgirl. She dressed in thigh-high black fishnets, a tiny skirt, and tight, crisp white shirt. She had crawled over to him, pouting, while unzipping his trousers. He was both horrified and utterly aroused to see that she was wearing his own teenage daughter's uniform, her large breasts straining their way out of the smaller shirt.
"Fuck my bottom daddy," she had whispered to him, sucking hard on his eight-inch shaft. "I want you to feel your big cock in my tight, sweet arse," she had said, staring at him before he gave her what she wanted.
He put a collar round her neck, taken from his personal collection, and leashed her with a chain that he attached to her collar, wrapping the other end round his fist and taking her on all fours on his bed.
