All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.
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I hope you enjoy this latest installment of Letters to Beth. I suggest reading from Chapter one if you want to follow everything that's going on, though I doubt it will stop your arousal ;)
licks and kisses,
nikki
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24th March 2016
Dear Beth
I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.
Okay, so first there was the school uniform, then Dad busted out the nurse outfit, but he's completely fucking topped himself this time. Like I told you on the phone the other day, we have to do work experience for a week. I procrastinated of course and didn't really have anything lined up, so Dad set something up for me with his work. Oh, and this is going to be a long letter too!
Other than the fact that he arranged the whole thing for me, another bonus was that he sent me shopping with Mum for suitable clothes to wear in an office. We came back with a couple of nice blouses, a new black pencil skirt and a pair of black heels (Mum wouldn't let me get the stilettos that I wanted, but the ones I ended up with were still pretty hot. I'II send you a photo on my first day so you know I make a totally hot secretary. I went downstairs to have breakfast dressed to impress in the office (It was the first time I hadn't been down in my pyjamas or less for some time). Dad's eyes totally lit up when he saw me and I was wet before I even managed to pour my bowl of cereal. He told me that he loved the look and that I'd better be careful in case any of the boys around the office got the idea that I might be up for some fun.
"Oh, what sort of fun do you mean Daddy?" I asked, feigning complete innocence.
"The dirty kind. The kind where horny little bastards put their cocks into tight little pussies."
I gave him a mock gasp of shock and covered my mouth with the back of one hand all dramatically.
"Really Daddy? Do people really do those things? In the office even?"
"Well maybe not in the office, but I'm sure they'd be happy to give it a try if they were given the chance. I know I would."
"Is that right Daddy? You'd like to have a desk job would you? One with a nice hot little secretary that could take care of you in ways that Mum won't. Would you put her under your desk to service your cock while you made important phone calls?" His hand went straight under the table, most likely to adjust his cock. I pushed my chair back and crawled under the table. He spread his legs and I made my way between them, hands stroking up the inside of his thighs. As expected, when they reached his cock it was rock hard. I rubbed him through his pants and teased him. "Would you like me to take some dictation Mr. Grace?"
I rubbed my face against his cock and looked up from under the table, my head tilted sideways to enable me to look him in the eyes.
"More than dictation," he laughed.
"Oh Mr. Grace, what ever could you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean Ms. Wins dale, I mean I want your hot red lipstick smeared up and down my cock."
He reached into his boxer shorts and levered his cock out through one leg, adjusting himself until he was comfortable.
"I hope this is worth a raise," I giggled and then licked up the length of his cock.
"It's a damn good start," Daddy groaned. I traced a vein from the bottom of his cock to the top, then fluttered my tongue against the sensitive underside. Daddy sighed in pleasure and I wrapped my lips around his head, pulling it back toward me and under the table. He had to move on the seat so that I didn't bump my head, and when he had, I pushed my mouth all the way down until he was against the back of my throat. I was on fire. I wanted him so bad. I went porno on him and shoved my face down and held it until I gagged. I pulled back, gasping air quickly before I plunged again. I worked my mouth up and down feverishly, saliva running all over him and down to his balls as I kept gagging and thrusting with my face. I felt him take my head in his hands and then he pulled me down on his cock. He thrust with his hips at the same time and the head of his cock actually speared into my throat. I swallowed reflexively and tried to pull back, but he held me there a moment longer. I desperately sucked air through my nostrils, feeling like some kind of trapped animal. I was about to freak out when he came with a guttural cry. Cum was injected directly down my throat and he let go of my head at the same time. I pulled back and gasped again, even as the next spurt of his cum splattered my face. As I desperately caught my breath, his warm sticky seed coated my face and dripped off my chin.
"God Nikki, that was fucking amazing," Dad said as I crawled out from under the table and started to clean up.
"I wish we could do it under your desk for real," I suggested to him. The look on his face told me that he liked the idea and that perhaps I'd planted a seed that would soon germinate. "I guess I'd better go and re-do my make up now that you've totally ruined it,"
"Sorry baby," he said.
"I'm not Daddy. I know that all day I'll be half thinking about doing you under a desk."
"Wait," he said to me as I started to leave.
"What's wrong Daddy?"
"Nothing is wrong, I just need to see what's under that skirt," he said.
I walked over to stand next to him and slid it up my legs. I was wearing black opaque tights over a pair of pink cotton bikini panties. His hand went straight to my crotch and ground them into my pussy. I moaned and hoped that he'd do more, but there was noise from deeper in the house and I quickly hustled back to my bedroom to fix my make-up.
Dad drove me to work. I waited until I was in the car to put on bright led lipstick. Hussy-paint, Mum likes to call it. She insists that women that wear bright red lipstick are just advertising that they want to be used. I chose it because of Dad saying he wanted it smeared up and down his cock.
"Do you want it smeared all over your cock Daddy?" I asked him when I had applied it.
"As much as I do, not in this traffic honey." I just enjoyed playing with him through his work pants until we got near the office instead.
"Hey Deb, this is the young girl I told you about that's coming in for work experience; Nikki Wins dale."
I nearly said something. I hadn't thought about it when he'd used the name in the kitchen. I mean, I assumed he was just pretending I was someone other than his daughter to make it seem more realistic with the little secretary role-play. I shut my trap though. I figured he must be doing it for a reason and I'd just have to ask him later. Deb was looking me up and down with almost predatory brown eyes. I looked her over in return. I guessed that she'd be in her mid thirties. She had short dark hair in a pixie cut and was dressed nicely, though I could only see her white blouse behind the reception desk. It was sheer enough that I could see that her bra was white.
"Nice to meet you Nikki," she said pleasantly and stood up to offer me her hand. She walked out from behind her desk as she did so, "John tells me that you're the daughter of a friend and that you're interested in secretarial work?"
"Nice to meet you too Deb," I said, shaking her hand and meeting her eye as Dad had taught me. "And yes, my Dad is an old friend of John's. I won't bore you with the detail, because like, if you know John, you'll know how much he likes to talk." Deb laughed genuinely and Dad objected indignantly.
"Oh come on John we all know its true," Deb teased him, placing a hand on his upper arm. The movement drew my eye and I saw her fingers clench and give his bicep a little squeeze.
"Just be sure and take good care of her, Deb, I don't need George all over me because we upset his little princess."
"Oh I'll take wonderful care of her and I promise, if anyone is all over anyone, it won't be George on you." She gave Dad a wink at that and I started to wonder if there was something going on between them."
"Excellent, well you have my permission to get her to do anything you like as long as she doesn't complain to Daddy," he laughed with a conspiratorial wink of his own.
"Anything?" Deb asked, her face lighting up.
"Well you know, anything that doesn't get anyone into trouble. Don't get her telling the CEO to take a leap or anything," Dad laughed.
"Roger that. Okay then Nikki, why don't you follow me and I'll take you to HR for an orientation, introduce you to a few people, and then we'll get you set up next to me and take it from there."
"Have fun Nikki, I'll call back past on my way home and give you a lift."
"Thanks John," I said to Dad and followed Deb. She chatted away as she lead me into the building and I couldn't help but think about how much she'd been flirting with my Dad. Thinking about it drew my eyes to her butt given I was right behind her. Her skirt was red and hugged it nicely. It was curvy without being big and for some strange reason I couldn't help but think that I wouldn't object to seeing it naked. I blame it on you. Well not really. I blame it on being a horny little slut who had a face-full of cum for breakfast but didn't get to orgasm.
I won't bore you with all the details of my day. It was interesting enough, but not fabulously exciting or anything. Mostly I photocopied, answered phones and sent a few emails for Deb (but only after she'd read them first). What I soon came to realise though was that Deb flirted with everyone the way she had with my Dad. It eased my suspicions. I met a couple of guys a few years older than me and they were all really nice. They came back a few times during the morning until Deb told them to stop trying to hit on the work experience girl. After she'd said it she said that she hoped that I didn't mind, but that if she didn't say it to them early, they'd be at reception all week.
"Of course if you like that sort of attention, I won't warn them again."
"Um, I don't mind either way really," I said to her.
"Either way?" Deb asked with a twinkle, "Well if you don't mind which way you go," she left a very pregnant and suggestive pause at that point, "I'll only give them gentle guidance in future." It was the first sign that I'd had during the day, but by the end of the afternoon, I'd worked out that Deb was gay. She flirted with me even more than she did with the older guys around the office and I played along. It was fun. I mean we all like a bit of attention and at least it wasn't some creepy old dude. I asked her about the fact that she didn't flirt as much with the young guys near the end of the day and she told me that while the older guys accepted that she was gay and would enjoy the flirting for what it was, the younger guys all seemed to think that they'd be able to get her to 'play for their team' (or at least fill in). She said that they just seemed to struggle with the line between flirty fun and being douchebags about it.
I told her that I understood because like, well I'd kissed other girls at parties to tease guys before and just like she said, once they had a sniff of it they couldn't let it go.
"Only at parties?" Deb asked in response.
"What?"
