Daddy Knows Best

Being a young girl is the key to getting every and ANY thing you desire. Whether it be free food, free drinks, or free dick. I like to use this to my advantage while I can and the best I can. This was my attitude when it came to almost anything in life that could get me by. I'm newly 21 and enjoying everything the young, fun life has to offer. I love going out, partying, meeting guys (young or older), and, of course, I love to fuck. If I could, I would make a living by fucking and sucking as many cocks as I could fit into the years. I know what you're thinking: I sound like the perfect porn star candidate, but I like to think that I have a little too much class for that, and besides, I come from the most prissy family as prissy gets, and daddy would never allow his baby girl to partake in such "degrading activities" blah blah blah...

So instead, I work a boring office job where my dad's best bud, Mr. Logan, is the boss. I find the strength, after many nights of partying and getting sloppy drunk, to wake up every Monday through Friday at nine AM, to go sit in my cubicle, barely able to keep my eyes open. Most of my coworkers are college interns or people fresh out of college who just need a gig until they find something better to do. There is pretty much an even split between guys and girls and I make it my business to dip and dab into the pants of both of them. In order to do the least work possible, I walk around in the shortest skirt possible, with my shirt undone all the way down until about the fifth button. I wear push up bras exposing my already perfect tits, ensuring that everyone gets a peek at what I have going on. Whenever I notice someone lay their eyes on them, I go in for the kill and flirt until I can talk them into doing whatever I want. I started with the guys and when I pretty much got through all of the good ones, I moved on to the girls. I can suck a dick well, but I eat pussy better. You know the saying: "Girls know what girls like." Sometimes I'm able to get away with not having to return the favor at all, come to find out some people just like moving their tongue around a wet bald pussy like some sort of snake in the garden. Most of them tell me they just like to hear me moan, being as though I have a very high-pitched voice and let out the softest little screams. Either way, it was fine with me.

Brandon was the hardest in the office to crack, and when I say hardest, yes, I am talking about his cock. When I noticed that the sight of my tits was not enough to reel him in, I tried bending over in front of him, revealing whichever g-string I'd been wearing that day, or rubbing my ass up against his dick "by accident" when scooting past him. I figured out that this was what aroused him and gave him a hard-on on key, but he still never gave in. One day, Mr. Logan asked if I could stay late to complete some data entry tasks for him. Being as though I hated the job during my normal hours, I almost immediately said no, until he told me that I could choose who stays with me, and I took this as a chance to bait Brandon in.

Mr. Logan didn't give Brandon the option to stay late or not, nor did he tell him who he would be staying with. I saw Brandon's face when he was told he had to stay, and I could tell he wasn't happy. I knew I had a powerful pussy that could turn his frown upside down.

At five o'clock, everyone quickly scrambled out the door, ready to get on with their day, and by 5:10 PM, Brandon and I were the only ones left in the office. After spending the entire day in that boring office, I was already horny and figured I'd cut right to the chase. I walked over to Brandon's cubicle and sat on his desk directly in front of him. When I plopped down, my skirt raised up so that my bare ass had been against the cold surface of his desk and my small pussy was peeking through my hot pink see-through g-string. I sat there with my legs wide open and my pussy facing Brandon and said, "You're either gay or playing hard to get. Either way, I could change your mind." Brandon looked up at me from his chair and laughed. I started getting hornier with time and, at this point, I was just ready to get fucked. I kicked off my work heels, placed my bare feet on the arms of his rolling chair, and used my leg strength to bring the chair in toward me, placing Brandon's face right in between my legs to the point where he could smell all the sweet juices of my wet pussy. I rubbed on the crown of his head while he sat in front of me and I could see his bulge starting to form in his suit pant. I locked eyes with Brandon, then placed my foot on his bulging dick and rubbed it back and forth. Brandon's eyes rolled back for a moment, indicating his enjoyment, then he snapped back and grabbed my thigh to move my foot off of his very hard cock. As he was doing so, he exclaimed that he had a girlfriend and couldn't do this. I gave him a smirk and grabbed his hand that was still on my thigh and placed it on my pussy so he could feel the warmth of it from the outside of my thin underwear. I moved his hand up and down so that he was rubbing on my clit and he never stopped me. When I let his hand go, he kept rubbing. As I laid back on his desk, I was enjoying him playing with my pussy and began to let out small moans. I knew the infamous moans would break him, and before I knew it, I was feeling his wet tongue licking slowly around my clit. I moaned louder as he licked and sucked on my pussy, bringing me to an orgasm right there on his office desk. After he licked up all of my cum, he immediately started to undo his pants. When he finally released his big hard cock, he started to stand. Before he could get all the way up, I pushed him back down into his chair and jumped down from his desk. Next thing you know, I was sitting on his dick with my back toward him, bouncing up and down and moaning loudly as I forced my tight pussy to take all seven inches of his dick. As I moved my body back and forth, soaking his dick in my pussy juices, he grabbed both my tits from behind me, pinched on my nipples, and started rubbing them between his fingers, revealing my weakness. I screamed for another two minutes, telling him not to stop before I came all over his dick. I felt as though I didn't prove myself worthy if I didn't make him cum, so I dropped to my knees and began giving him the best blowjob of his life. I shoved all of his dick down my throat, gagging every few seconds. The blowjob drove him wild, and next thing you know, he was cumming all over my face.

We cleaned up our mess and got back into our clothes. I looked at the time and it was already 6:15 PM. I made up a dumb excuse like my dog was sick or something and asked Brandon if he would be able to finish up the work by himself. He said he would as long as I promised to do this with him again some time. I promised and ran out the door.