“I’d like to peel that skirt right off your sexy hips.” 

 

My fingers quickly found the buttons to reply, “what would you do once it was off?” 

I was still a virgin, but I thought perhaps he was the one I’d like to take it.  I felt my phone buzz again just as the door opened.  I was surprised because it was daddy’s office.  He stepped out, glistening with beads of perspiration.

“Oh good, you’re actually on time.  I’ll need some coffee, I’ll have it with cream and sugar.”

I watched him as he walked to a little door and pulled it open.  Apparently he kept a full closet of suits at the office.  I had often wondered how daddy had kept in such good shape.

“You have a gym in your office?”  I asked him curiously.

“I asked you to get me a coffee,” he replied firmly, walking back into his office and shutting the door tightly behind him.

‘What a jerk,’ I thought to myself as I got up and stomped to the elevator.  I was wrong, it was going to be terrible working for him, but I wouldn’t let him have all the fun.

“I’ll take a coffee, decaf, black,” I smirked as I took the cup from the barista.

Walking back into the office I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face, and daddy eyed me strangely as he took the coffee from my tiny manicured fingers.

“Thank you.”

His hair was wet and he smelled fresh.  I felt the phone buzz in my pocket again and daddies eyes flashed towards me.

“You won’t need that cellphone here.  You can leave it on my desk.”

I squirmed uncomfortably.  There was no way I was leaving my phone on his desk.  “Oh, I’ll put it away sir,” I could feel my cheeks growing hot.

He nodded and went back to his business, taking a sip from the cup I’d given him.  I felt my stomach ball up as his brows drew together and he looked up at me a second time.  If it weren’t for the cellphone perhaps I’d have enjoyed this moment more.

“Really Brit?”

I feigned innocence.  “What?”

“I said, a coffee with milk and sugar.”  He threw the cup down at my feet, spilling the hot liquid over the perfectly buffed floor.

“Clean that up and then, get me what I asked for.”

I huffed, unable to believe just how childish he was acting about the entire thing.  To think, I had nearly regretted giving him the wrong order.  I grabbed a paper towel from the bathroom and stomped back into his office bending down and sopping up the mess.  ‘How humiliating.’  I could feel his eyes on me as I worked, but I smiled and feigned complete ignorance of his attention.  If he thought that treating me like a servant was acceptable, then I would make his day hell.

I went back to my desk, feeling my phone buzz again.  I didn’t care that he’d told me to put my phone away, I took my time checking my messages.

“Well, once your skirt was off I’d slide my fingers down your bare bottom…”

“Then I’d lift you up and wrap your thighs around me.”

“And press my hard cock against your wetness…”

“Mmmm,” I softly moaned as I imagined Avery acting out each and every word.

“Really Brit, this just isn’t going to work out if you can’t even follow the most simple directions.  No wonder you’re still looking for a job.”

His words cut deep, it wasn’t my fault, I hadn’t even been given a chance.  Besides, playing daddy’s secretary wasn’t exactly something I was going to do to the best of my abilities. I didn’t care if he’d had his coffee, or if I wasted his time texting Avery.

His strong hand took mine and he pried the telephone from me as I clung to it.

“You’re going to make me break a nail!”  I cried, practically begging him to stop his nonsense.

“Oh what a shame that would be Princess.”  He easily lifted each finger, carefully avoiding my nails until he had the telephone in his own hands.

He lifted me easily and threw me down over his knee, spanking me like a child.  I felt the sting each time his hand struck my behind, and as I tried to stop him, he pulled my skirt up and struck the bare skin beneath.  I cried out for him to stop.  I could feel the heat when he slapped my ass, and I was embarrassed by the sudden wave of pleasure that had invaded the place between my thighs.

“Please stop Daddy, I am sorry!”  I cried.

“Now, what is it that is so important that you can’t even get a damn coffee?”  He pressed the buttons with a swift intelligence of the technology, his eyes scanning the messages.

“Oh… I see.”  He cleared his throat, silently staring at the telephone.

I felt so small, so utterly and completely exposed.  My ass was still bared to him and  I stared down at the floor, I’d wanted to shrivel up and disappear.

“What are you going to do with yourself Brit?”  Daddy shook his head as he read the messages. “I gave you a chance to earn a living, and here you are trying to fuck someone on the clock.  I’m not paying you to get wet Brittany…”  His eyes grew dark and he was quiet.

Whatever was brewing within him seemed to have his full attention now, and I thought that perhaps I could just slither away unnoticed.

“Or perhaps…  That’s exactly what I’m doing.”  His hand dropped to the place between my thighs.

At first I thought he was going to pull my skirt down, but instead, he pulled it up higher around around my thighs and he pressed the thick meat of his thumb against my panties, the cell phone vibrated with a text in the exact moment that it touched me.  I let out a loud gasp as Daddy’s hand began rubbing hard against my sex.

“Oh, another text, let’s see what it is this time.”  I panted with shock and anticipation overwhelming me.  I was in over my head, but the ache between my thighs screamed for more.  I wanted him… I wanted Daddy.

He read the text aloud.  ‘I’d tease you with my hard cock, making you beg for it.  But I wouldn’t just give it to you, I’d make you suck it first…’  “How pathetic,” he growled.

His hand slid back up and to the wetness now brewing between my thighs.  “Is that what you want?  To suck a big fat cock?”

I stared at him wide-eyed.  ‘Daddy’s cock.’  I shuddered with anticipation.  It was so wrong, but the pressure of his hand against my sex was like nothing I’d ever felt.  I wanted him to keep going, but my tongue was tied in a knot.  I bit my lip and flexed my hips against him.

“If you’re not going to use your pouty little mouth to speak, then I guess you won’t mind if I use it to wet my cock.”  His hands gripped my thick bottom he flipped me into the chair.

He gripped his belt and a second later his pants fell to the floor, exposing his rock hard shaft before me.  I had never seen a cock a big and as thick as his.  His hand grasped at my jaw and he lowered his lips to mine, locking our lips in a fiery kiss.  I could taste him.  His tongue dove into my mouth and skillfully twisted with my own.  I could feel my pussy pulse with desire and naughty thoughts flashed through my head.  His naked body, his thick cock plunging deep inside of me, the sound of him cumming.

His lips parted with mine, leaving me dazed for a moment as daddy sat back against the hard wooden desk.  “Why don’t you use those pouty little lips on daddy’s cock?”  His hand gripped the base of his thickness and he held himself out towards me.  His eyes were locked on me, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks turning them red.  Daddy wasn’t going to let me change my mind, and as his freehand wrapped the base of my hair around his fingers, I let out a whimper.  His hand gripped tighter and he pulled me forward, his thick red cock pulsating.

He paused as my lower lip touched him.  I felt his body tremor.  It was now or never, and Daddy wanted it…now.  I slowly let my lips part, tasting the salt of his thick long rod as it touched the tip of my tongue.

“That’s right, you suck on that, and when I’m satisfied with the job, I’m going to fuck you, hard and raw.”