Subject:      Office Rewards
Story Codes:  MF F-solo adultery inc father daughter
Diary Date:   June 6, 2006
Author:       Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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When my dad needed to reward some of his employees and money just wasn't 
enough, he needed something special.  What could be better than the 
boss's daughter!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Growing Older
   Chapter 2 – An Mouthful of an Alarm Clock
   Chapter 3 - Morning at the Office 
   Chapter 4 – Martin’s Reward for a Newlywed
   Chapter 5 – Stewart’s Reward Helps a Mid-Life Crisis
   Chapter 6 – Lunch Break With Dad
   Chapter 7 – Phil’s Reward, Never Too Old to Cheat
   Chapter 8 – Day’s End


Chapter 1 – Growing Older
=========================

I’ve noticed that as I’m getting older, and especially during the past 
six months or so, my dad has been more wanting to do things with me that 
involve other people.  Before I was a teenager he let me wear clothes 
that quite suggestive but then people just passed me off as a little girl 
and nobody seemed to really care how he held me or if I sat on his lap.

As I started to develop as a teenager I enjoyed wearing even skimpier 
clothes but my dad became more cautious with me in public, although at 
home he was still as loving and affectionate as ever.  By the time I was 
sixteen or so it was total hands-off in public which was ironic since 
that was the same age at which he started having sex with me at home.  

Now here I was, halfway through college and starting to get more involved 
with older men, and it was if he wanted to be included in that part of my 
life in some way as well.  Given his position and my career aspirations 
we knew we could never go public with our relationship but he worked out 
the next best thing – having sex where the other people involved didn't 
know I was his daughter.

In addition to these changes, there were other signs that as I grew older 
my parents were becoming a little less rigid with other rules.  Last 
Christmas my dad broke bent one of the most solid rules that he and mom 
had agreed upon when he had sex with Beth, my best friend.  Until then my 
parents had been married over twenty years and neither one of them had 
ever sex with anyone outside their immediate families.  They had always 
taught me that sex outside of marriage was adultery and thus a betrayal 
of your wedding vows, even if your spouse was OK with it.  So when my dad 
did Beth right in front of me in our hot tub, fucking my best friend in 
the whole world, I was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions.

Overall I have to say that I was turned on, just as I am anytime I see my 
dad fucking someone.  To see him doing my closest friend was incredibly 
hot.  He and my mom rationalized it at the time by saying Beth was like 
another daughter to them having known her since she was born and me being 
so close to her.  At the same time though it wasn't the same in that she 
wasn't really part of our family so I could not tell her that I had been 
having sex with my dad since I was sixteen.  Thus while I got to watch 
him fucking her, she never witnessed anything sexual between us.  Sure, 
not many fathers are naked with their daughters in a hot tub so that had 
to be a bit of an eye-opener for her, but that wasn’t nearly the same as 
him having sex with me.

After that experience I wondered if now that the door had now been opened 
whether he (or my mom) would have sex with anyone else outside our 
family.  Although I didn’t know of anyone off-hand, I did notice that my 
dad seemed to take a particular interest when I started working as an 
escort.

At first I thought it was just fatherly concern since I knew he was 
worried about my personal safety, something he had always looked after 
for me.  In talking to my mom though, I learned that he was tremendously 
horny after I would phone and tell him about my latest client.  Mom even 
laughed when she told me that she loved it whenever I went out since she 
knew she was in for some great sex when I reported in afterwards!

It wasn't until almost the end of my sophomore year of college, though, 
that I learned just how far my father would go when it came to doing 
things with me.  At the time he had some important clients in town who 
had quite a taste for women and it was up to my Dad as the senior partner 
to entertain them.  He knew what their real intentions were regarding 
nightly entertainment.  The problem he faced was that if he was with them 
they would expect that he would be involved so he was hesitant about 
hiring just any old hookers from the street.  Instead I got a surprise 
phone call asking if I wanted to come home for the weekend to help him 
out at work.

As it turns out, "help" meant having me and my cousin Kristi serve as 
their entertainment for the evening.  After dinner we went to a hotel 
suite and had quite a wild evening.  My father had watched me fuck 
several of my boyfriends that I had brought home in the past (although 
most of the guys never knew) so it wasn't like it was the first time he 
had seen me with another man but this was entirely different.  

What made it incredibly sexy and erotic for the both of us was he that he 
got to fuck me and my cousin for the first time with someone outside our 
family watching.  Of course his clients had no idea who we really were.  
They thought that my cousin and I were just a couple of local whores that 
my dad had picked up for the evening.  Both my dad and I were incredibly 
turned on when he fucked me in front of them, a father screwing his own 
daughter and they didn't even know it!

Afterwards when we were home we talked about that night and how we felt 
about doing something in similar in the future.  I was surprised to learn 
that my Dad had a number of similar ideas and many of them were loosely 
based on my escorting experiences.

When I went returned to school I often masturbated as I dreamed of that 
night and then fantasize about what I might do in the future.  Returning 
home for summer break I wondered when a new opportunity would arrive and 
it wasn't more than a couple of weeks that one did.

One night after work my dad came home and after we had some quick sex he 
explained to me that things had been really busy at the office lately and 
he wanted to reward a few of the guys who had put in some extraordinary 
efforts.  Although he had given everyone bonuses after winning a huge 
settlement in some arcane business dispute, he thought that three of them 
deserved an extra-special prize and what could be better than to do the 
boss's daughter, especially if they thought he didn't know about it?

Having grown up knowing everyone who worked for him I asked who they were 
since odds were I had teased them at one time or another.  When he told 
me I smiled because they were all great guys and so far I had never done 
anything with any of them.  They varied in ages but all of them were 
married which made it all the more interesting for me.  Actually I had 
not had sex with anyone in his office other than Don and that was almost 
five years ago.

I was well aware that I had quite the reputation for being a terrible 
tease in his office.  I liked to come in dressed provocatively and then 
flirt with every guy in the office but other than a risqué joke or 
comment on my clothes nobody had ever made a real move on me.  I figured 
they were probably afraid to touch the boss's daughter!  Well, now it was 
looking like at least some of them would have that very opportunity.


Chapter 2 – An Mouthful of an Alarm Clock
=========================================

The day we had decided upon came finally and I had a terrible time 
falling asleep the night before as I fantasized about what might happen 
the next day.  Finally I nodded off for what seemed like only minutes 
before I was awakened with the pleasing soft touch of my father's cock 
rubbing up against my cheeks.  Damn, time to get up already?  Oh well, at 
least I had the world's best alarm clock!  I was too tired to even open 
my eyes so I just opened my mouth wide and immediately felt his fleshy 
cock slipping between my lips.  He hadn't showered yet making the odor of 
his crotch pretty strong, just the way I liked it.  I don't like dirty 
men but a little sweat and sex always made a good combination.  There was 
also a lingering trace of another scent which I recognized as my mom's 
pussy – they must have had a good time last night!

I laid still as he did all of the work, stroking his cock in and out of 
my mouth like he was fucking it.  I ran my tongue around his cock as it 
moved over it, at the same time making sure I didn't let my teeth hurt 
him.  My dad's cock grew bigger and bigger as the blood rushed into it, 
making it feel warmer in my mouth as it filled him.

This was one of my favorite moments when giving a blowjob – when the cock 
was miraculously growing in my mouth.  No matter how many cocks I may 
have sucked, I still got the same thrill I had with my very first one.  
It made me feel like the sexiest woman alive knowing that I was making it 
do this, that it transforming because it wanted me.  Although not nearly 
the biggest cock I had ever had, my dad's was respectable and when he got 
fully erect it was hard for me to take all of him in.  If I was the one 
controlling the BJ then I would get all but the last inch or so in my 
mouth after which I would take it slow and ease him down into my throat 
to get the final bit in until my mouth was pressing against the base of 
his shaft.

At times like now, when he was literally fucking my mouth, he would 
stroke about half of himself in and out which was easier for me to 
handle.  I could tell from the forcefulness and speed of his strokes that 
he was getting close to cumming and his breathing was getting heavier and 
faster.

"That's it Kelly," he gasped, "let me fuck your mouth.  Damn it feels 
soooooo good this morning."

While this morning started out with a blowjob, some mornings he would 
start by fucking me while on a few occasions he just masturbated as he 
watched me sleeping nude in bed in which case I would wake up with a face 
covered with cum.  Other than the mess I was left to clean off, I liked 
that occasionally because it turned me on to picture my dad standing over 
me, stroking himself while he admired the daughter he loved while she 
slept.  The dried cum on my face was a reminder of the love he had for me 
and I would play with myself as I dreamed of him jerking himself off and 
then directing streams of sperm on his daughter's face and body.

Mornings were for my dad in that they were my way of showing him my love 
each day.  Depending on how much time we had, sometimes I would cum but 
my primary goal was to get him off at the very least.  Even if I didn't 
cum (and often even when I did) I could always masturbate after he had 
left.  I could tell this morning was going to be one of those times as he 
was going to be cumming any second now and I had not even started to play 
with myself.

Yes, my dad was ready to cum!  God I loved this moment, when his erect 
cock would suddenly swell even more and that first drops of precum would 
emerge to tease me.  Then a full load of cum would emerge from the tip of 
his cock and start to fill my mouth.  The first load was almost always 
the biggest and it felt I had a garden hose in my mouth and someone 
suddenly turned on the water except in case the hose was a thick warm 
cock and the water was a bitter load of gooey cum.

My dad pulled my head into him and he held his cock still in my mouth as 
his hips involuntarily thrust forward to deposit his love into me.  After 
the first couple of loads I could feel my cheeks filling and a bit of his 
cum started to leak past my lips and down the side of my face.  With a 
shudder he gave me the last of it and he held my head to keep his cocking 
my mouth.  He was breathing heavily from the exertion and I could smell 
his sweaty odor.

"Oh my god that felt good.  I love you Kelly," he whispered to me.

Those last four words were what I had been waiting to hear from the first 
moment his cock awakened me.  I craved my father's love and to hear him 
say he loved me was the sweetest music to my ears.  It felt so good to be 
able to give him what he needed, to be the daughter he needed, to be the 
woman he needed.  I sucked softly on his softening cock, swallowing his 
cum as I did.  

Finally he released my head and I fell back onto my pillow, letting his 
now limp cock drop from my mouth.  I eventually opened my eyes for the 
first time this morning and looked up at him, a loving smile on my face 
as I gazed at him with the adoration of a daughter for her father.  He 
patted me softly on the heads and left to get ready for work.


Chapter 3 – Morning at the Office
=================================

Normally at this time I would get up for a little while, check my e-mail 
and sometimes even chat bit.  It felt erotic to chat with friends and 
strangers after having just fucked my father.  This is one of the few 
times I would chat nude and often I would play with my clit if the person 
I was chatting with jerked off on his cam for me.  Mornings are my most 
naturally horny time and although cyber is not normally one of my 
favorite things to do, sitting there with my dad's cum either in my mouth 
or pussy lent a different perspective.

This morning there wasn't time for more playing as I knew I had to get 
ready so I could go with my dad to work.  I knew he always shaved first 
so I followed him into the bathroom and jumped into the shower and 
hurriedly cleaned myself off, trying not to get my hair wet.  I finished 
my shower just as he was through shaving so we changed places to let him 
shower while I dried off and brushed my teeth.  I grinned in the mirror 
as I wondered whether cum was a good mouthwash.

We both went to our bedrooms to get dressed.  I fixed my hair and makeup 
and then chose an outfit that appeared to be a bit more conservative than 
what I typically wore for a day at his office.  The skirt was the longest 
one I owned that wasn't floor length and it came almost to my knees.  A 
gift from a well- meaning relative, it was a simple dark blue skirt, 
nothing special or fancy, and I had never worn it until now.  A plain 
white button-up blouse with short sleeves contrasted nicely with the 
skirt.

Underneath I selected a simple matching bra and panties.  Pure black and 
silky, the bra was just visible under the white material of my blouse 
such that a person had to be looking for it to knew it was there.  The 
panties were skimpy but more closely related to the ones I wore as a 
child than to a thong.  I selected a dark pair of shoes with about a two 
inch heel, not enough to overwhelm the outfit but just right to tone up 
the muscles in my legs.  My hair, well it was as it was.  I just combed 
it out and let it fall to my shoulders and gave up.  A little makeup and 
a dash of perfume and I was ready.  I turned off the lights and hurried 
downstairs where my dad was impatiently waiting."Let's go my little slut!  
We're running late and we both have a big day ahead of us."

I loved it when he called me that.  It was reassuring to know that my dad 
loved me enough to want me for himself yet had the confidence in me to 
allow me to have fun on my own.  I think he loved knowing that no matter 
how many other guys I sucked and fucked that he was the one I came home 
to.  I was not just a little slut, I was HIS little slut.

We got in his SUV and he drove downtown, maneuvering through the heavy 
tunnel traffic that never seemed to go away.  I hate driving in 
Pittsburgh and I prefer to use PAT and T whenever possible (buses and 
light train).  Eventually we made it and he parked in the space reserved 
for him.  The lights flashed and horn beeped as he locked it behind us 
and we joined the morning foot traffic into the building and took the 
elevator to his floor.  When arrived in the reception area his executive 
secretary greeted me and commented on my outfit, saying how good I looked 
this morning.

Mrs. Ulrich (I’ve known her most of my life and have always called her 
that)) was your stereotypical church lady.  Dad put up with her BS 
because she was a damn good executive secretary who knew where all the 
bones were buried, so to speak.  My dad has his own personal secretary, 
Margerie, who took care of his admin and appointments but the was no 
disputing that Mrs. Ulrich ruled the office.  She had never approved of 
the way I dressed and flirted around the office so I knew this nice 
comments was really a back-handed way of saying she didn't like my other 
outfits.

Oh well, I’d learned long ago to ignore Mrs. Ulrich.  The opinions of 
people as closed-minded and self-important as her had little impact on 
me.  I just give her a polite thank-you as we went to my dad's office 
where he took his papers out of his briefcase while I sat back and 
relaxed on the black leather couch.  It was like everyone knew when he 
got to work as immediately his phone began to ring and he was lost in the 
demands of his work.

I was still a bit tired and it was tempting to just lay back on the couch 
and take a nap but instead I went out and walked over to the mail room 
where I knew there would be large pile of paper to file from the work the 
guys had been doing over the weekend.

As I made my way through the office I stopped and said hello to everyone.  
Although I’d never actually done anything with anyone in the office 
(other than a one-time thing almost five years ago that took place away 
from the office anyway) I knew that had a well-deserved reputation for 
being a shameless flirt.

My cousin Kristi also made an appearance now and then and if anything she 
was even worse than I was!  No doubt most of the office assumed I was a 
total slut which I did nothing to dissuade.  Although my dad and I had 
sex many times in his office, we always made sure the door was locked and 
outside the office he never laid a hand on me even so despite whatever 
they might think of my personal affairs, I doubted anyone even thought 
for a moment that we might be doing anything so naughty as having 
incestual sex right under everyone’s noses!

As I’d assumed, the mail room was full from the weekend work.  One thing 
about being in a high-power corporate legal office, it was never just 
five days week.  Most weekends found my dad either in the office or 
working at home.  At least with the new networks he had installed he was 
now able to work at home most of the time.  Still, it was rare that he 
got a weekend off and things like two-week family vacations were things 
other families did.

Lately there had been a big case and several of the lawyers had been 
spending even more time than usual and now that it was over after a huge 
verdict in favor of my dad's client, my dad had given them some hefty 
bonuses so everyone was feeling pretty good.  The three guys I was going 
to be seeing today had been instrumental in winning the case so my dad 
wanted to give them a "special" bonus as well.

What I had planned wasn't really wasn't as far-fetched as someone might 
think.  I have never met a man yet who didn't want me.  The only 
difference was what they did about it.  A lifetime of cultural 
conditioning kept most men in line but that couldn't stop them from 
dreaming.  The guys I was going to be with today were all married and so 
far as my dad knew, had never cheated.  That could mean one of several 
things: they were truly faithful, had never had the opportunity, or just 
had never been caught!

All that I was going to do was to make sure that for at least one time in 
their lives they had the opportunity.  What they did with it would be up 
to them.  If they were faithful then I expected they would be flattered 
at my offer but turn me away.  On the other hand, if it was indeed true 
that the right opportunity had never come up, then what was wrong with 
letting them realize their long-time fantasy safely and discretely?

The real quandary was how I was going to present them with their 
"opportunity".  On one hand my dad wanted them to know how much he 
appreciated their work yet on the other hand he couldn't come right out 
and hand me over saying "For all your work, here's my daughter, now go 
fuck her." I’d thought about it long and hard and had what I thought was 
a good solution ready to go.  Now it was time to put my plan in action.


Chapter 4 – Martin’s Reward for a Newlywed
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The first guy eligible for my "reward" was Martin.  He was thirty and was 
recently married to a gorgeous gal.  Martin was the office stud and I’d 
always secretly hoped that one day he might make a pass at me until he 
went and got himself married.  As the "most eligible bachelor" in the 
office, he was my favorite target as I flirted in the office.  I gave him 
all the classic moves, bending over for a dropped file to give him a peek 
under my skirt, leaning over his desk so he could see down my blouse, and 
rubbing up against him whenever I stood next to him.  I had to give 
Martin credit in that he wasn't afraid to respond in kind.  He would look 
where I intended and then wink at me as if to thank me yet at the same 
time let me know he knew it was all a game.  Well, today the game was 
going to get serious.

It was about 9:30 AM and everyone had pretty much settled in for a Monday 
after the usual chatter about the weekend and weather.  I waited until 
Martin was alone in his office, undid a couple of buttons on my blouse, 
and then went in with an armful of files I’d been saving up for him.  He 
was seated at his desk and was working at his computer when I laid the 
pile on his desk.  

martin looked up at me and smiled pleasantly saying, "Oh hi Kelly, nice 
to see you here today.  How was school?"

"Oh it was great Martin," I replied.  

The last thing I wanted to do was get lost in a discussion about school 
so I changed the subject saying, "Dad told me that you guys have been 
working really hard lately."

Martin sighed, "Yea, it was pretty grueling for a while but we did it." 
Then his expression turned to more serious and he got a look of 
satisfaction on his face.  Leaning back in his chair with his hands 
behind his head, he had this smirk on his face as he said, "They 
underestimated us and we took the bastards for everything they had."

I leaned over the desk which letting my loose blouse open up for him to 
get a clear view of my bra and cleavage.  "Well, I've never 
underestimated you."

Then I winked at him and kept going before he could say anything to 
sidetrack me.  "I wanted to thank you personally.  My dad says if it 
wasn't for you he would have lost the case.  Now he said I might get the 
car I've been wanting and it's all thanks to you."

Martin shook his head but I noticed his eyes were fixed on my chest as 
they always were when I flirted with him.  "Naaaaa, I was just part of 
the team, Kelly.  Everyone put in a great effort."

Ignoring him, I leaned back and walked slowly over to close the office 
door.  Then I moved around the desk over to his chair where I sat on the 
desk with one leg on the floor and the other lifted up on the desk, 
letting my skirt ride up to show more of my leg – a lot more.  When I 
started to unbutton the rest of my blouse Martin's eye widened and he 
stammered just a bit at first.

"Uh Kelly, just what do you think you are doing?" he asked softly, as if 
he didn't already know.

I smiled seductively at him, "Just trying to show you my appreciation 
Martin.  C'mon now, I've seen the way you've looked at me in the past.  
You can't tell me you don't want any of this."

My blouse was completely unbuttoned now and I slowly took it off, sitting 
there on his desk with my white bra still on.  Martin just sat there, 
frozen in place with his hands on the arms of his chair looking stunned.  
He wasn't reaching for me but at the same time he wasn't doing anything 
to stop me either which I took as a signal to keep going.

I unzipped the side of my skirt and slipped it down to my knees where I 
let it slide to the floor leaving me in nothing but my underwear and 
heels.  I put one finger to my lips and gave him a saucy look saying, "So 
tell me Martin, what do you think?  Is this a good reward or not?"

He kept staring at me but I could see his breathing had quickened and he 
shifted in his seat, my guess was to make room for an expanding dick.  
His hands were now clenching the arms of his chair tightly as his eyes 
roamed up and down my semi- nude body.  He was struggling and I knew it 
was just a matter of time now but I didn't dare push too hard.  He had to 
work this out for himself and make the decision if it was to work out the 
way I wanted.

"Damn Kelly, I haven't been married even a year yet!  I can't do this.  I 
can't cheat on Nancy," he said but the tone in his voice lacked any 
conviction and the look in eyes was saying something entirely different 
than his mouth was. 

A smile came to my lips as I knew he was mine now.  There was nothing 
that he could do to stop what was going to happen; nor would he want to 
if he could.

"Don't worry about her now Martin," I whispered as I moved my panties to 
one side to reveal to him my baby smooth pussy, "Just sit back... enjoy 
yourself... you know what you want so just do it." 

I started to play with myself, running my finger up down my pussy slit 
through my panties, getting them wetter and wetter as felt myself getting 
warmer and more swollen.  I rubbed over my sensitive clit and shuddered 
as it delivered a jolt through me like an electric shock.  God I loved to 
be watched by a man when I touched myself, knowing he wants me and is 
getting hornier by the minute as he gazes at me while I masturbate for 
him.

I slid my panties to the side and let him see my shaved cunt.  Sliding my 
finger down, I slipped it in me and pushed it in as far as I could.  I 
was good and wet now so it slid in easily and I stroked myself as slowly 
as I could stand it.

It was time to make my next move for Martin.  I pulled my pussy wetted 
finger out and pressed it to his lips.  I was pleased when they parted 
slightly, letting me slip my finger in allowing him to taste me.  He 
sucked softly on my finger as I stood up and moved between his legs.  He 
was hooked now so I reached down and undid hid belt and then unzipped his 
pants.  He responded by pulling his pants and underwear down together to 
his ankles.  I looked down and saw he had a good- looking cock, hard as a 
rock now and pointing up like a rocket ready to launch.

I climbed up on his chair, straddling him with my knees such that his 
cock was poised directly under my wet pussy.  Our eyes locked with his 
just inches from my face.  He was looking so intense, almost as if he was 
trying to drill right through me.  I reached down and touched his cock 
for the first time, putting my hand around it and gripping it.  I started 
to lower myself down onto him and just as the tip of his head grazed my 
pussy he grabbed my hips his with his hands and held me in place.

"I can't let you do this," he said in a low voice, "It's not just my 
wife, I could never look your dad in the eye again Kelly.  Trust me, I 
would love to do this but I just can't."

I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.  I leaned back and smiled at 
him saying, "Don't worry Martin, it's OK." I didn't do anything though, I 
just stayed where I was, waiting for him to make the next move.

It seemed like hours but it could only have been a few seconds when he 
let out a long breath and whispered, maybe to himself more than to me, 
"Oh fuck it!" 

I put my mouth to his ear and whispered the words that had never failed 
me, those two words that I knew every man wanted to hear me say to him.  
Those words I knew Martin was hoping to hear more than anything else.

"Fuck me," I whispered in a husky voice, I didn't say another word, just 
letting him ponder what I had just said.

His grip on me released, telling me more than entire speech could ever 
do.  I lowered myself down and this time there was no resistance from the 
hands that were still on my bare hips.  I felt the tip of his cock 
pressing against my pussy and I pressed myself down onto it, forcing my 
pussy lips to part for the intruder trying to violate me.  I moaned 
softly as I continued to sit down on him, driving his hard dick into me, 
deeper and deeper.  Finally I had it all in me and I could feel his 
thighs under my bare ass.

I still had my panties on but they were slid over to let his cock by.  My 
arms were around his neck as his hands pushed me down hard onto his lap 
as my pussy felt itself tickled by the bush of hair surround the base of 
his cock.  He groaned with his pent up as he buried his face in between 
my breasts.  Then he leaned his head back and let out yet another groan.

"Oh fuck Kelly, your pussy is so damn tight.  Shit!  You have no idea how 
many times I've dreamed about how it would feel around my dick."

I didn't say a word, instead I just started fucking his cock with my 
pussy, rising up and down to let him stroke in and out of me like a warm 
steel rod.  I never had a chance to cum after sucking my dad off earlier 
and I needed to badly.

Fucking Martin in his office with the rest of the staff just outside the 
door was incredibly erotic and it wasn't long before I got what I needed 
- a raging orgasm.  My pussy involuntarily clamped down on his cock like 
a vise as I gasped from the sheer pleasure I was feeling throughout every 
inch of my body.  My breasts tingled and my nipple stood out like bullets 
as my pussy creamed over the fleshy pole imbedded in it.  I closed my 
eyes and leaned my head back, moaning softly as I enjoyed the moment.

I loved my orgasms and only wished the ecstasy I felt could go on 
forever.  Of course it couldn't and gradually the fire in me ebbed and my 
cunt released the iron grip on his poor cock.  I resumed my humping, 
wanting to make him cum in me.  I knew he couldn't last much longer and 
sure enough it was only a few minutes before he was ready.

"Oh god Kelly, get off so I can cum," he begged.

I shook my head violently and ground my pussy even harder on his cock, 
twisting around it while he was buried deep inside of me.  "Cum inside of 
me Martin, let me feel your cum in me."

"Oh fuck," he blurted out, "Can't stop... gonna cum... oh my god!"

I felt it then, a bloom of heat like a fireworks had just been set off 
deep inside of my lower abdomen.  His hips bucked underneath me as he 
drove his cum deeper into me.  I could feel it shooting out of his cock, 
streams of his adulterous sperm pouring into me and filling my pussy.

He came in me several times before I could feel him sagging under me, as 
if the lust that had filled him had been transferred to my pussy with his 
cum.  It was always amazing to me how a man changed when he came, how he 
could suddenly shift from an animal-like fucking machine to a wet rag 
that sometimes just wanted to fall asleep which I was ready for so much 
more.

God it could be so frustrating!  I can't say how many times I found 
myself masturbating next a sleeping man after we had fucked, needing so 
much more than he was able to give me.  In this case it was more than 
just him being spent, it was like somehow Martin suddenly realized what 
his desire for me had blinded him to before, where we were and what we’d 
just done.  He looked at me with what was almost panic in his face.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, "What the hell am I doing?  You've got to go Kelly.  
I can't believe this!"

I still had his cock in me and I wasn't ready to let go of it quite that 
quickly so I sat down hard on him and softly responded saying, "It's OK 
Martin, I wanted it just as much as you."

Then I got up, feeling his softening cock slip out of me leaving my pussy 
feeling empty and hungry.  We both dressed and then he took me in his 
arms and kissed me for the first and what I knew would be the last time.

"Thank you Kelly, I really did appreciate it." Then he looked more 
serious and continued, "But this is not something we can ever do again, 
you understand?"

I just looked at him and for just a fleeting moment wondered if I had 
done something wrong.  Had I possibly crossed a line somehow that even I 
knew better than to?  Was it right to tempt such a decent man who truly 
loved his wife the way I had?  How was he going to feel tonight when he 
went home to his bride whom he loved more than anything?  Then I felt his 
cum seeping from my pussy as I stood there in his arms and I didn't 
regret it for another second afterwards.  After all, it was just sex and 
we had both enjoyed it.  I had fulfilled his fantasy and given him an 
experience he would never forget.  I wasn't his lover nor did I want to 
be.  I had come into his office for one purpose and one only – to fuck 
him once, enjoy it, and walk away.  Well, I was just one step from having 
accomplished exactly that so I pulled myself from his arms, turned and 
walked out of his office without looking back.

One down, two to go...


Chapter 5 – Stewart’s Reward Helps a Mid-Life Crisis
====================================================

Leaving Martin’s office.  I went to the restroom to straighten up a bit.  
As I walked in Mrs. Ulrich was just coming out.  She peered down at me 
with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.  I wondered just for a moment if she 
knew why my hair was tousled and my face flushed but if she did she 
didn't say a word.  

I sat on the toilet and used some toilet paper to wipe the cum that was 
leaking from my pussy.  My panties were soaking wet and cum stained in 
the crotch.  I knew I couldn't wear them for my next "appointment" so I 
bunched them up and slipped them in my purse.  With this ridiculously 
long skirt nobody would know the difference anyway.

I checked myself out in the mirror and saw just how flushed my face 
really was.  It always did that when I had an orgasm and I knew if I 
could see the rest of me that my upper chest was looking the same way.  I 
decided to stay in the restroom for a little bit and unwind on the couch 
to let it die down a little before someone wondered what was wrong with 
me.

It took a good twenty minutes before I felt comfortable leaving and when 
I came out Martin just happened to be walking past.  He looked at me and 
blushed a little bit but I was pleased when he smiled at me so I returned 
my own smile along with a mischievous wink.  He shook his head as if to 
tell me to be careful but a mischievous smile was on his face as he 
continued on to wherever he was heading.

As for me, I made my way to Stewart's office, the next guy on my "reward" 
list.  Stewart was 35 years old.  Married early while still in college, 
he had a clan of four boys ranging from four to thirteen years old.  
Stewart was at that stage in life where things at home were sometimes 
overwhelming and he escaped to what must have been quite the fantasy 
life.  I deduced all this from the ease at which he would go hard 
whenever I teased him and from the off-hand comments he made about life 
at home.

Looking around to be sure nobody was watching, I slipped into Stewart’s 
office and shut the door quietly behind me.  Stewart was on the phone, 
standing up and facing the window as he talked to a client.  He didn't 
hear me enter so when he turned around he jumped just a little, obviously 
surprised to see me sitting in one of the chairs facing his desk with my 
legs crossed and blouse unbuttoned one button too many.  His eyebrows 
raised as he looked at me while he finished up his conversation and I sat 
there quietly with my legs crossed such that my skirt was pulled up 
enough to expose most of my legs but not enough for him to know I was no 
longer wearing any panties.  Finally he hung up the phone and walked 
around the desk where he leaned back against it while facing me.

"Well Miss Wells," he intoned as if he was questioning me in a courtroom 
docket, "Tell me for what I have the pleasure our your presence this 
morning?"

Damn, he was really being formal!  For a moment I wondered if this was 
going to work and I guess I must have allowed my face to betray my self-
doubt more than I thought because suddenly he bent over laughing and then 
straightened up with a devilish grin on his face.

"Oh come now Kelly, you know better than to let ol' Stewart pull your leg 
– pretty as they may be.  But really, is there something you need?  
Hmmmmmm, I could think of a few things."

Wow!  This was a more risqué Stewart than I had seen before.  I loved to 
tease him because he was so easy and although in the past he would let me 
have my fun he had never responded back to me.  In an instant I threw out 
the conservative game plan I had prepared for him and decided to take an 
entirely new approach.  There was a bit more danger in what I was going 
to do but it would be worth it if everything worked out.  I uncrossed my 
legs slowly, then stood up and moved up close to him, by boobs pressing 
against his chest.  Looking up into his face I reached down and put my 
hand on his crotch, taking a firm grip of what I could of him through his 
slacks.

"Well, what does this tell you?" I asked in a soft voice, licking my lips 
seductively.  "Anything you were thinking of?"

Stewart quickly reached down and pushed my hand away from him.  "Whoa 
girl, I was just teasing.  Ahhhhhh, just what is going on here?"

I explained to him as I had to Martin about how I appreciated what he had 
done for my dad and how I wanted to show him my appreciation in the best 
way I knew how.  I had to admit I was surprised at his response.  I had 
expected at least a little disbelief, a little resistance although I knew 
I could overcome whatever objections he might raise.  Instead, to my 
utter disbelief Stewart put his hands on my shoulders and gripped me 
tightly.

"Kelly, you've been the biggest tease in the world here the past few 
years.  I can take that but if you really want it then damn it no more 
teasing, on your knees you little bitch and get busy." He pushed me down 
to my knees and unbuckled his pants.  I stared at his crotch as he pulled 
out his cock and held it up to my mouth.  

"Suck it," he demanded.

So much for not only Plan A, Plan B or any other plan I could have 
dreamed up beforehand.  This was coming right out of left field in that I 
had NEVER expected such a response from him.  I guess my teasing must 
have been even worse than I had imagined!

Oh well, I wasn't about to complain so I opened my mouth and let him push 
his soft cock into it.  It was pretty small and I easily sucked on the 
entire thing while playing my tongue over him.  He still had his pants up 
and his cock was poking through his boxer shorts so I couldn't really see 
his crotch but I could smell the musky odor that made a male crotch so 
alluring for me.  The blood vessels in his cock were throbbing as the 
blood poured into it, hardening it as well as heating it as I sucked on 
him relentlessly.  It quickly grew and I was impressed at how much it 
expanded from its original size as it filled my mouth more and more with 
each passing minute.  

"That's it you little cock tease, it’s time to pay up for all those 
nights I had to spend alone thinking about you after you spent the day 
here," he said as he grabbed my hair in his hands. 

He used his grip on my hair to move my head such that his cock moved in 
and out of my mouth.  "C'mon you fucking whore, suck my cock harder.  
That’s it... take it all in your mouth."

I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock but I grunted to try 
to show him I’d heard him and was doing the best I could.  Eventually he 
was totally erect and he felt so big in my mouth as it had become thick 
enough that my hand barely fit around the base of it.  There was no 
licking the shaft or sucking his balls; all he wanted was to fuck my 
mouth and after having done that for a while he was ready to fuck another 
opening in my body, namely my pussy.

He stepped back to let his cock drop from my mouth and picked me up 
roughly by my shoulders.  Spinning me around, he bent me over until my 
hands were on the chair such that I was bent over in front of him.  He 
pulled up my skirt and if he was surprised that I wasn't wearing anything 
underneath he never said a word about it.  Instead without saying a word 
he spread my butt cheeks apart and pushed his cock into my pussy without 
any foreplay or fanfare.  I gasped as he violently shoved his penis in 
me, pushing it in to the hilt in one fast and hard motion.

"Take my dick bitch," he said in an authoritarian tone, leaving no doubt 
I was going to take it now no matter what I said.

Well, I had asked for this and now that he was giving it to me so how 
could I complain?  Admittedly I usually preferred a softer approach when 
someone first fucked me but there was something animal-like in what he 
was doing that turned me on.  I was still stunned in the transformation 
that he had made, as much by the speed of it as the nature.

Later when I looked back at it the only thing I could figure out was that 
he must have fantasized about just such a situation and when it presented 
itself in real life he just fell into that fantasy world he had created.  
In a way it made everything even better since he must have really wanted 
it this way and I was able to make it come true for him.

Stewart was obviously thinking only of his own pleasure because he made 
no effort whatsoever to do anything for me other than fuck me.  No 
touching, no foreplay, not even any words to show me how he felt about 
me.  I leaned on the chair in front of me, trying to keep my balance as 
he slammed his crotch into my ass as his cock stroked in and out of me 
faster and faster.  Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could 
get, he spread my ass further apart and his thrusts became even harder as 
somehow he drove himself even deeper into me.  He never said another word 
as he fucked me nor did he try to touch me other than to grab my waist.  

Stewart kept pounding me and I began to wonder if he was ever going to 
cum.  Although the situation was completely different from anything I 
could have ever imagined, I found it not to be as enjoyable as I had 
hoped.  He could have been fucking a plastic doll for all the attention 
he was showing me.  OK, so I DID enjoy being fucked but other than that 
it was rather mechanical for me and while thank god my pussy stayed wet, 
I didn't feel anywhere close to an orgasm.

The experience must have been more thrilling for him though because 
suddenly he pulled out of me and started to stroke himself until he came, 
squirting all over my ass.  I could feel each shot hitting me as he 
covered my ass with his slimy cum.  Then he used his cock to spread it 
around my ass, leaving a layer of cum over almost all of it by the time 
he was done.  Finally he stepped back, tucked his cock back into his 
pants and snapped them back together again.  As he zipped himself up he 
slapped me on the side of my butt.

"Damn Kelly, you have no idea how many times I wanted to do this to you 
when you would run around here in your short skirts or tight jeans, 
flirting with all of us but never putting out.  Not that I didn't 
appreciate it but get out of here you fucking slut before someone wonders 
what is going on in here."

Two down, one to go...


Chapter 6 – Lunch Break With Dad
================================

I hurried to the girl's restroom once again, passing by Mrs. Ulrich's 
desk in the process.  I wondered if she had seen me leave Stewart's 
office but her face had on its usual inscrutable mask.  Damn, did the 
woman have ANY emotions?  

I didn't pause to give her an opportunity to say anything but instead 
went straight to the restroom again.  When I got in there I went in a 
stall and once again used the toilet paper to clean up, except this time 
to wipe Stewart's cum off my ass.  I took off my skirt and tried to wipe 
off what I could before it soaked in any further.  I smiled as I thought 
that Monika Lewinsky had nothing on me when it came to cum-stained 
clothes!

Having not cum this time I didn't have the deep flush like I had the 
previous trip to the restroom so I was ready to leave in a few minutes 
after I fixed my hair and makeup.  It was a good thing I had not done 
anything special to my hair or it would have been a real pain in the ass 
to have dealt with it.  

When I came out I saw on the wall clock that it was lunch time which 
explained everyone was evacuating the office.  I went to my dad's office 
and he asked me if I wanted to out for lunch with him.  Naturally I did 
so he took my hand and we went down to the street to a local café.  We 
found a booth and settled in as the waitress took our order.  My dad 
looked at me with an inquisitive eye and I smiled like the Cheshire cat 
in return.

"Well babe, how has your morning been?  I haven't seen you around much so 
I assume you've been busy?"

In a low voice I told him about my adventures so far.  When I described 
Martin he just nodded as I think that went about as both of us had 
expected.  It was when I told him about Stewart's response that his 
eyebrows rose and eyes sparkled.  

"Damn," he muttered, "I would never have guessed he would have the balls 
to do anything like that.  Goes to show you can know someone for years 
and not really know everything about them."

I reached into my purse and pulled out my bunched-up panties and handed 
them to him in a small ball to keep anyone from seeing what they were.  
He set them on the seat next to him away from the aisle and unfolded 
them.  They were still wet from my pussy and Martin's cum.  Dad smiled 
when he looked at them and then returned them to me.

"Looks like you have some laundry to do," he said with a devilish grin.  
"So are you ready for your final assignment?"

I didn't say anything but my wide grin was more than enough to express my 
feelings.  We finished our lunch and returned to the office.  I spent the 
first hour doing some copying for Mrs. Ulrich and sorting the mail that 
had arrived just after lunch.  The mail was the key to initiate my last 
"reward" and I was pleased to see there was plenty of it addressed for 
Phil.


Chapter 7 – Phil’s Reward, Never Too Old to Cheat
=================================================

At 48, Phil was one of the oldest guys at the office.  Married to the 
same woman for almost thirty years, he’d gone back to earn his law degree 
after working for years as a law clerk and had finally passed the bar 
when he was 41.  He had two daughters that were married and lived a long 
ways away so he and his wife were classic empty-nesters.  Twice a 
grandfather, Phil seemed resigned more than anything else to the boring 
life he had led for most of his life.  He was still a guy though, which 
meant he had a cock that told him what to do.  

I had caught Phil more the a few times taking in the view when I would 
bend over with short skirt but he never made so much as the slightest 
hint of a move towards me.  I had left Phil for last because I knew he 
was probably going to be the most interesting of the three as well as the 
one that would likely take the most time.  Well, I had all afternoon...

Gathering his mail, I waited until his office was clear and walked in.  
He was reading a thick document and must have been deep in thought as he 
never even looked up as I walked in.  As one of the most senior lawyers, 
he had a rather luxurious office with a bar and even a small private 
restroom.  The view from his office was similar to my dad's, overlooking 
the city and river far below.  

I dropped the mail in the in-box on his desk and walked over to look 
outside through the glass that was the height of the wall.  It was easy 
to feel a sense of vertigo at first when you looked down to the street so 
far below but I was use to it by now.  I’d been assured that the glass 
was strong enough for me to bounce off it without any worry but I never 
felt comfortable even leaning against it.  

"Oh hi Kelly," Phil said as he finally acknowledge my presence.  He 
peered over his reading glasses and gave me the once-over saying, "Nice 
day out there today isn't it?"

I turned to look at him saying, "Yeah, I never get tired of looking out 
over the city from here.  I love Pittsburgh.  I really miss it when I'm 
away at school."

We went on with this small talk for maybe five to ten minutes.  Phil was 
just being nice to me and as we went on I could see him glancing back at 
the papers on his desk, obviously anxious to get back to work but not 
wanting to be rude to me.  He was probably wondering what I was doing 
since I had never spent his much time in his office before, at least 
without a prearranged reason like sorting files.  

As the conversation began to drag on I knew I had better make a move soon 
or else my whole plan would just die a natural death.  Actually it 
already had  since he was busier than I had hoped he would be.  He was 
suppose to have come over to the window by me where I could seduce him 
but so much for that plan!  Then I saw a picture of his oldest daughter 
with her new baby on his desk so I went over to pick it up and look at it 
as I stalled for time.  Suddenly an inspiration struck me and I knew 
exactly what to do...

"So Phil, how does it feel to be a grandpa?" I asked him.

"Well Kelly, actually that's my second grandchild so I've had some time 
to get use to the idea," he answered.  "Although I will admit being 
married to a grandmother is still hard to accept!"

I laughed at the old joke.  "Cool," I answered, "You don't seem old 
enough to be a grandfather though."

Phil laughed softly.  "Trust me Kelly, I FEEL old enough these days.  
Can't even see these days without these damn glasses.  Seems like I 
started falling apart once I went past 40."

I put the picture back down and went over to his couch where I sat down 
and then swiveled my legs up onto the couch.  My skirt slid down to 
reveal most of my legs and I made no effort to push it back down.  I 
smiled seductively at him and said, "Oh Phil, you're being too hard on 
yourself.  You look great – for a man your age." It was a very calculated 
remark.  I wanted to tease him and put him at ease yet at the same time 
not go too far and make him feel embarrassed."

Then I shifted the subject in the direction I wanted to go saying, "My 
dad was just telling me over lunch about how hard you've been working 
lately.  Guess you haven't had much time to see your new granddaughter."

"No," he said ruefully, "Actually I haven't had much time for much of 
anything at home lately it seems." 

Perfect.  Plus the tone of his voice told me there was more there than he 
was saying.  I also saw that he had not failed to notice my skirt sliding 
further down as his gaze kept moving to my legs and then back to my eyes 
again.  

"Oh?  Is everything OK at home Stewart?" I asked in a soft voice.

"Not really but then I really shouldn't be complaining to you Kelly," he 
said ruefully.

"Nonsense," I replied, "After all it's my dad that you have been working 
so hard for which means I benefit from your efforts.  I feel like I owe 
you something for all the sacrifices you have made."

Phil shook his head at me saying, "Oh no Kelly, you don't need to feel 
that way.  Besides, there's nothing you can do about it anyway."

I turned on my side and stretched out on his couch.  My skirt was already 
riding up and I pulled it up even more so part of my ass was showing.  
Phil stared at me as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.  I gave 
him my sluttiest smile and tossed my hair back saying, "Well Phil, if you 
shut your door then just maybe I can prove you wrong about that."

Phil just stared at me, not saying another word.  His face was 
expressionless and I realized why he was such a great lawyer in court as 
I couldn't read anything from his face.  He seemed to be pondering what I 
just said, weighing the pros and cons of whatever he did next, and 
finally he must have come to a conclusion because he got up from his desk 
and quietly closed the office door.  He made a statement of it by turning 
the latch, locking the door with a distinctive "click".  He went back to 
his desk and leaned back on it, his eyes never leaving once moving away 
from me.

"Ok, the door is shut – AND locked.  Now what?" he asked although I knew 
he was smart enough to know damn well what was coming next.  I laid on my 
back and pulled up my skirt to reveal my bare pussy.  Putting my hand 
over it, I started to rub it slowly.

"See Phil, I told you there was something I could do about your 
problems."

Phil stood there watching me.  "Well, from what I can see you certainly 
can but on the other hand something like this could also make them a hell 
of a lot worse if anyone finds out!"

I pushed a finger into my wet my pussy and began to fuck myself, slowly 
humping my hips up and down, just enough to simulate someone fucking me.  
"Well then, I guess you had better get moving Stewart before someone 
does.  C'mon over here and let me help you."

Phil may have been a faithful husband and loving father but even the best 
of them are vulnerable when the stress builds and they get horny enough 
which is exactly where he was in his life.  All he needed was a match to 
light his fuse and then the fireworks would start!  Well, I think I had 
his fuse lit and now it was time to wait and see what happened next.

Phil moved over to the end of the couch where he had a great view 
straight of my pussy so I opened my legs wide for him so he could see me 
even better as I masturbated.  He wasn't satisfied watching though.  
Moving down the couch, he put his head between my legs and started to 
lick my pussy with his tongue.  I moved my hand out of the way and let 
him go for it!  He obviously was quite experienced as his technique was 
flawless and he had me cumming before I knew it.  

I held back a nasty grin as I wondered what he would have said had he 
known two of his colleagues had been fucking the same pussy he was 
licking and that the pussy cum gushing out of me as my orgasm swelled was 
laced with their sperm?  I squeezed my boobs though my blouse and bra as 
he kept sucking my clit, making my orgasm grow in intensity until it was 
I could do to keep from screaming out with pleasure.  He looked up at me 
from between my soft thighs, his face glistening with my wetness.  He 
reached up and unbuttoned my blouse and then lifted my bra up over my 
boobs.  My nipples stood out like two bullets as he licked them and then 
gently pulled on them with his teeth making my breasts feel like two hot 
coals on my chest.

"Oh my god Phil," I moaned, "That feels soooooo good!"

Phil kept sucking on my breasts with the intensity of a starving newborn.  
At the same time I could feel him fumbling with his pants, pulling them 
down until finally his cock was freed.  I reached down and helped guide 
him to my pussy where it easily slipped into me after the incredible 
orgasm he had just given me.  It helped also that Stewart was not exactly 
a candidate for any porn movies.  His dick was one of the smallest I had 
seen on a man other than some teenage boys I had been with and even they 
would have given him a run for their money.  At the moment though what 
mattered to me was that it was a cock and that it was in me where it 
belonged.  Stewart was evidently as pleased as I was with the current 
situation.

"Oh lord, it's been so fucking long," he said between gasps, "so long..."

"That's it, fuck me Phil," I said to him, "fuck me like you've always 
wanted To fuck me."

Phil’s little cock was doing a magnificent job.  He stroked it in and out 
of my pussy as far as possible, pulling out until the head was just about 
to slip out and then pushing it back in until the base of his crotch 
pressed against my pussy and stimulated my clit.  A few times he went 
just a bit to far and it actually did fall out and then when he would 
thrust forward instead of pushing back into me it would slide up my 
slippery pussy slit which meant the length of his little cock would pass 
over my clit, making me cry out despite my attempts to keep quiet.

I reached down and rubbed my sensitive clit as he fucked me, quickly 
bringing myself to yet another orgasm.  He held his cock in me as he felt 
my pussy grip him tightly and my cunt creamed over his cock.  I closed my 
eyes and rubbed my clit furiously, driving myself further and further 
into the world of pure pleasure I could enter only at this time, only 
when my entire body was on fire. 

This was when all reality slipped away and time seemed to stand still.  I 
squeezed my breasts with my other hand and it was like someone was 
touching them with a branding iron while my pussy contracted and pulsed 
around the fleshy pole that was imbedded in it.  My back arched up and I 
lifted my hips up against him, trying to pull his cock deeper into me but 
I was already impaled completely by him.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned as suddenly another wave of unbelievable pleasure 
originated in my cunt and then radiated through my entire body like a sun 
suddenly going nova. 

"Oh... my... God!" I cried out, not carrying who heard me (although 
thankfully this was a legal office so the doors were pretty good at 
muffling sound).  

It was by far the best orgasm of the day and I never wanted it to end.  
My fingers, guided by years of experience, manipulated my clit, 
instinctively rubbing it and playing with it in just the right way to 
maintain me at the peak of my orgasm.  Just as I was afraid it was about 
to subside Phil pulled back and then rammed his cock into me again which 
was exactly what I needed at that moment and once again I cried out and 
another surge of pleasure enveloped me like a wave crashing onto me as I 
lay on the beach.  God it was incredible!!

My pussy loosened its grip on Phil and he began to pump me hard and fast.  
I was still feeling the aftereffects of my tremendous orgasm when he 
pulled out and stood next to the couch, rubbing his wet organ above my 
face.  I looked up and saw it hovering over my mouth, all wet and purple 
with lust, ready to explode at any second.  I opened my mouth just as he 
came, squirting his hot cum over my face, hitting my tongue and throat.  
He kept stroking himself, milking his cock to draw all the cum from him.  
I could taste the bitterness of his warm gooey sperm in my mouth and felt 
it running down the side of my face and into my hair.  

Phil dipped his cock into my mouth and I sucked the remaining cum from 
him making him groan from the sensations he was getting as my mouth 
caressed his cock like a pussy with a tongue.  Finally I let him slip 
from my mouth and I laid back, totally exhausted with my pussy throbbing.  
I couldn't move, trying to catch my breath with my eyes closed.  I heard 
Stewart dressing himself and moving about the room and eventually he was 
back at my side.

"Kelly," he said softy, "you need to get yourself back together or people 
will start wondering why my office door is still closed."

He was right of course, but that didn't make it any easier for me to 
move.  I felt totally drained yet somehow I worked up the energy to sit 
up.  My face was covered with his cum and he handed me a box of tissues 
which I used to wipe it from my face.  I licked my lips and savored the 
aftertaste of his sperm in my mouth.  My pussy felt so hot and my clit 
was still swollen and sensitive and just sitting up and rubbing my legs 
together was enough to make me shudder.  It really didn't take much to 
get myself presentable again since nothing had been taken off.

I dropped my skirt back down and pulled my bra back down over my breasts 
which felt as good as anything.  I realized it was faster to just slip it 
up over my boobs but it was a lot more comfortable to unsnap it first!  
Buttoning my blouse, I looked in the mirror over the bar and straightened 
my hair out as best I could.  Stewart moved up behind me as I was combing 
it out and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Thank you Kelly, that was absolutely incredible!" he whispered in my 
ear.  

I leaned back against him.  "Mmmmmmm, I enjoyed it too Phil.  God you 
made me cum so hard!"

He seemed to hesitate but then I heard him take in a deep breath.  "Can 
we do this again sometime?  I would love to meet you away from the 
office."

I wasn't sure how to answer him but my pussy told me what to say.  "Yes 
Phil, I would like that." With that I turned around and we kissed for the 
first time, a deeply passionate kiss which we shared for several minutes 
as he groped me through my blouse and ran his hands under my skirt to 
hold my bare ass in them.  I knew that if I let him, we would be back on 
the couch again soon so without another word I forced myself to pull away 
from him and then left his office, turning back to give him a smile and a 
wink.


Chapter 8 – Day’s End
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I turned back around and who was there but none other than Mrs. Ulrich!

"Been busy today, haven't you?" she said with a look that penetrated into 
me as if trying to see into my soul for the answers.  

"Oh yes Mrs. Ulrich," I replied in an innocent tone, "Mondays are always 
busy here."

As we walked away from Phil's office, Mrs. Ulrich gave me a stern and 
distinctly disapproving look.  "Alright Kelly, I always knew you were 
nothing but a dirty slut but out of respect for your father I’ve never 
said anything.  I know what you’ve been doing today so don't give me any 
of your usual innocent and naïve bullshit.  Those were three wonderful 
men you threw yourself at today, loving husbands with caring wives and 
adorable families.  I don't want you to hurt them and I won't let you, 
even if your dad IS the senior partner."

Deep down I had never really liked Mrs. Ulrich.  She was generally nice 
to me and we had gotten along in the past but there always seemed to be 
something there, something I couldn't quite place a finger on and now I 
knew what it was.  Oh well, why should I care what she thinks?  Besides, 
the witch had to know that half the other girls in the office were doing 
more than just wearing sexy clothes every day (which seemed to be the 
dress code for girls at this office).  I think it irritated her that I 
was just more open about it.  I simply spun around and walked away, 
making sure to wiggle my ass just a little to piss her off.

I went to my dad's office to say goodbye.  I knew he would be working 
until late tonight and I was pretty spent with all the day's activities 
so I wanted to head home.  He was busy with a couple of other lawyers 
when I walked in but they all paused and looked at me when I walked in.  
My dad laughed saying, "Eyes back in your heads guys, that's my 
daughter."

One of them raised his eyebrows at that but both of them looked away and 
went back to their conversation with my dad.  I sat down on a chair in 
the corner and waited patiently for them to finish.  It wasn't long 
before they wrapped up and left me alone with my dad.  I moved up to a 
chair next to his desk and he took his seat as well.

"Well, how did it go this afternoon?" he asked with a slight smile on his 
face.  I knew he wasn't asking about my filing!

"Everything went just great dad," I answered, "In fact, I would say the 
entire day went much better than I had even dreamed it would.  They all 
seemed happy with their 'bonus'!"

My dad looked me in the eyes.  "Thanks Kelly, all I could think about 
today was what my hot little daughter was doing right under the eyes of 
everyone.  You are really something you know.  Not many daughters 
would’ve done this for their father."

We chatted for a few minutes more but I knew we would have to wait until 
he came home tonight to discuss the details.  I had a feeling he was 
going to be incredibly horny by the time I was done and that I would be 
getting a reward of my own before I went to bed tonight.  I left his 
office and headed home feeling so good knowing that my dad was pleased 
with me. 

I wondered what other ideas he would be coming up with regarding me.  I 
would just have to bide my time but one thing I did know, I was sure it 
would be fantastic!

THE END