Slurping my soda and spinning around in Daddy's favorite chair until I was dizzy always made me feel happy. Happier than I was at home, at least. His office was my safe haven, my place to relax and get away from it all. For three years, I had been referring to it as my “second home”. My name is Jasmine Carter, but you can call me Jazz. My daddy is Jay Carter, owner of Carter Estates, in New York City. We live in a quiet suburb in Manhattan. My mother is an alcoholic, and we aren't too close. She's been whoring around for a few years now, since I was thirteen, and I'm sixteen now. Daddy tries to turn the other cheek because he doesn't want to divorce Mommy. Its easy enough to do when you have just the right amount of clients & too much work. So I try to help him a little by being the best daughter I can be.
“Hey baby.” Daddy says to me as he walks in & hangs his jacket over the coat rack in the corner of his enormous office. Theres a couch in the other corner, and three chairs situated in front of the desk. I put down my soda and smile lovingly.
“Hey, old man!” I say cheerily enough. He can tell things aren't good at home if I'm here.
“Is she okay?” he asks, trying to make it sound casual. Its not that easy, Daddy… I think.
“Shes drunk, and the house reeks of dope & Jim Beam. Does that qualify as I ask, sarcastic.
He pulls me out of the chair to give me a hug. I love getting hugs from Daddy. He's so big and warm, and I feel so safe with him!
“I'm so sorry this has to happen to you, Jazz. I hope you can forgive me…” he trails off, his hands running lightly over my back. Oh my, that feels wonderful, don't stop…I think lazily. His fingers rest on the curve of my ass, massaging tiny circles.
“Its okay Daddy. At least I have you.” I say, mesmerized by the pleasure radiating from his fingertips.
“Would you like a massage, honey?” he asks, gently pulling me over to the couch, not losing touch with my body.
“That would be grand, Daddy!” I exclaim, and hurriedly lay down on my stomach, waiting for his hands to work their magic. He taps my shoulder.
“No, no, sweetheart, not just a back massage. I want to give you a full body massage, okay? I won't hurt you.” he tells me, rubbing the nape of my neck seductively. How could I say no?
“Alright. What do you want me to do Daddy?” I ask. He doesn't answer me, just looks me in the eye and unbuttons the first button on my blouse. I blush furiously, and try to re button it, but he gently takes my hands away from my chest, and continues on. I can feel my cheeks flaming red, but for some reason, I let him. I trust him, and Daddies would never hurt their babies, right?
My shirt was off. I felt self conscious sitting there in his office, in just a bra, but he smiles gently and reaches back to unhook it. I gasp and look at him.
“Shh, it'll be okay, Daddy has you…” he croons softly, and my bra falls off my 32 C tits, softly falling to rest on my chest. He cups one in his hand, rolls it around and lightly massages my nipple. I moan involuntarily and immediately clap my hand over my mouth, not knowing what I did. He smiles and nods in reassurance, quiet. I let him continue. His hands feel so good against my warm skin.
Never letting his eyes leave mine, he lowers his head until his mouth is over my right nipple, and licks it with the very tip of his tongue. I gasp, feeling pleasure radiate through my breast, till my fingertips are tingling from the very sensation of it.
“Do you like that baby?” he breathes against my tit, gently licking it again, extracting another moan from my soft lips.
I whisper, not wanting to concentrate on anything but his mouth on my nipple.
“Would you take off the rest of your clothes for me? I would love to see the rest of you, honey.” He leans back and undoes the buttons on his dress shirt. I nod timidly and stand up. I was wearing nothing but my socks and shoes, my school uniform skirt, and my panties. I removed my shoes and socks and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
he moans. I start to take my panties off, but he shakes his head.
“Leave those on, sweetheart. I'll take care of them.” he smiles crookedly and unbuttons his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. He tells me to sit on the couch normally and to keep my legs closed. I oblige, and watch him curiously.
Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he takes my knees and slowly spreads my legs apart, pushing them as far as they'll go. He shifts me so that my feet are on his shoulders and I'm lying back. Daddy pushes his head up against my pussy, and inhales deeply. He runs his finger lightly down the length of me and back up. Then he trades his finger for his tongue. I know I'm wet, I can feel it, and it slightly embarrasses me, because its my Daddy, for heaven's sake! I'm not supposed to want him to fuck me. And I'm definitely not supposed to want him to lick my pussy.
“Daddy, I want you to lick me without my panties on!” I cry, desperate, squirming against his light flicks. He chuckles, and pulls back. Daddy obligingly peels my panties off my sopping cunt, and stares for a minute. I know what he's seeing: no hair & dripping wet. He leans back in and licks up the current juices, making me shiver. My hands automatically crawl to my tits, and pinch my nipples as his tongue circles my clit, slowly at first, then faster, until I'm pushing up towards his face, almost to the edge. As if he knew what was happening, he suddenly sucks my clit into his mouth and applies a lot of pressure, sending me into heaven.
I'm fucking cumming, OH GOD DON'T STOP!” I scream, my hands in his hair. He continues until I've settled down enough to stop whimpering with the intensity of the aftermath of my orgasm.
“Baby, did you like that?” he asks, cum dribbling off his chin.
“Daddy, that was the most amazing thing!” I say, amazed.
He sits back, and thinks for a minute.
“Jazz, do you want to try something else?” he asks hesitantly. I nod vigorously, and he grins. Pulling his 9” dick out of his boxers, he lines it up with my throbbing pussy.
“Baby, are you sure? I'm not going to stop if you tell me to after this.” he warns me, rubbing his head against my clit, making me jump. I look at him silently, and he gets the idea. Daddy slowly slides it in, until he hits my hymen. He looks at me in surprise.
“Holy shit, you're still a virgin?” he half-yells. I nod meekly. He shakes his head in disbelief.
“Well, then, baby, this is going to hurt a bit, okay?” he tells me, and suddenly, jerks it through the skin and bottoms out. I gasp, but it isn't enough to send me into a crying jag.
“Fuck, you're tight.” he moans through his teeth. He starts pumping in and out, slowly, and I moan. At that, he starts ramming it in me.
“Dirty whore, you like that? You like that big cock in your tight little pussy?” he grunts.
“Oh yes, Daddy, please FUCK ME! Harder!” I choke out, not able to breathe, it feels so good.
“Does Daddy's girl want Daddy to get her pregnant? Does Jasmine want Daddy to blow his seed in her fucking tiny pussy?” he dirty talks, making me want him more. I can feel another orgasm, and its coming fast.
“Oh fuck yes, Daddy, make me your bitch! Get me pregnant! Please, just don't FUCKING STOP!” I scream, as both our orgasms hit. His warm cum fills my cunt, leaking out a bit when he pulls his dick out of me. He smiles at me laying there, breathing heavy.
His secretary, Maura, bursts in the door, looking frantic.
“Mr. Carter, your wife is –” she stops short, finally registering the naked pair in front of her. I try to cover myself up. Oh, why me?
She shuts the door quietly and kneels at my feet.
“Mr. Carter. Your wife is in the hospital with a concussion. She'll be fine.” she says calmly, as she spreads my pussy lips apart and licks. God, there really isn't such thing as too much pleasure, is there?
story by: Nightfall006
Tags: fiction young consensual sex first time job/place-of-work virginity incest reluctance older male / female sex story written by women
Author: Nightfall006
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