Take Your Daughter to Work, Page 5
By Leslie Schmidt
When the bell hop saw Mr. Randolph and Maurine get out of the limo, he really didn’t think anything of it. But seeing Cally confused him. He had always assumed she was just his trick for the night, the addition of a child meant he had it all wrong. The desk clerk was also surprised.
Robert told the driver he wouldn’t be needing the limo any more that night and verified that the limo would be there at 8:15 in the morning. Then they went in.
“Do you want anything to eat?” Richard asked. “The snack bar is open 24 hours.”
Maurine looked down at Cally who smiled and shook her head. “No, I guess not.”
The elevator ride to the 18th floor took only seconds, then they were down the hall and Richard opened the door.
“Oh WOW!” Cally said as she ran to the window to see the view. The full length window faced northeast and had an awesome view of the high rises of Downtown and Miami Beach. Maurine went up behind her as Richard locked the door.
Maurine put her arms around her daughter and leaned down. “Are you sure this is alright?”
Cally contemplated the view for a few moments. “Yes mommy.”
At this, Maurine started to pull her daughters dress up.
“Mommy, can’t people see?”
“Probably not. We’re just one window in hundreds.” She pulled the dress up over the child’s head. Cally raised her arms and let her mother pull it free. Cally kept her arms over her head and stretched, rocking her hips from side to side in the diffuse light shining up from below—showing herself to millions of people, if they should happen to look up.
This was one of the sexiest things Robert had ever seen. The thought of an eight year old little girl displaying herself like this—he shook his head in disbelief.
Maurine turned her head and looked at him as her daughter brought her arms down by her side. “Pretty, huh?”
“Awesome,” Richard said.
“Hey everybody! Look at meeee!!!!” Cally called out, putting her hands on the widow.
“You want to dance for all those people?” Maurine asked, pointing down.
Cally leaned forward and looked down. The street was full of cars, there were people walking along the sidewalk and to their cars in the parking lot. “Ya, ya, ya,….” Cally started dancing in front of the window, swinging her hips. Then she turned around and stuck her butt out at the glass, pressing against it.
“How much vodka did she have?” Richard asked.
Maurine considered her eight year old. “Enough I guess.”
She had turned around again and was pushing her hips out against the glass, her hands down, obviously spreading her pussy lips for any bystanders.
Richard walked over to his laptop that was on the desk. He had a set of speakers that he set up so he could listen to music. He lit off itunes and selected ‘The Fame’. As ‘Just Dance’ started, he turned it up. Both Cally and Maurine turned around, then Maurine started dancing with her daughter to the music. When the song ended, Maurine pushed her daughter toward the bed where Richard was sitting.
“My turn now.”
Richard scooted back, making room for Cally to sit down on the edge between his legs. He patted the mattress and the girl came over and sat. As ‘Love Game’ played, Maurine started working her pants down.
As Richard and Cally sat and watched Maurine do a very professional strip, he moved his hand up the inside of Cally’s thigh and started rubbing her hairless pussy. As ‘Paparazzi’ played and she slowly pulled her panties free from her ass, Maurine watched as Bobby worked his middle finger up inside her daughter’s vagina.
By the second verse, Maurine was finishing up. She sashayed over and took Richard’s hand (the one that wasn’t buried in Cally’s cunt) and pulled. “Ok, it’s your turn!”
As ‘Poker Face’ played, the girls sat on the bed and hooted with laughter as Richard stripped. First he stepped out of his shoes, then worked his shirt off, throwing it to Cally. As he bumped and ground to the cheers of Maurine and Cally, he undid his belt and the clasp on his slacks. Then, doing his best Elvis impression, he worked his zipper down.
Cally looked up at her mother with shock when Richard’s dick sprang free from his shorts. She had never seen a man’s cock for real, and Richard’s looked huge. Maurine smiled down at her little girl. “I told you he was nice,” she said.
When ‘Poker Face’ ended, Richard walked over and turned down the music, then he returned and stood at the foot of the bed, his ¾ erect cock hanging at face height in front of the two.
“Here,” Maurine said, taking Cally’s hand and lifting it to his cock. Cally gently wrapped her hand around the warm shaft, just behind the head. Maurine directed her and, after a few moments, she had to reposition her hand as his cock came to full hardness.
“Oh God, that’s awesome,” Richard croaked.
Maurine pulled Cally’s hand away, then leaned forward and took the head in her mouth. Slowly she sucked half the ten inch length into her mouth as Cally watched. She moved in and out a couple of times, Richard started to hump into her, then she pulled back.
“Your turn.”
The feeling of the little girl’s lips sliding over his dick head almost made Richard blow right then. He had to clench his teeth, there was a sharp intake of breath. She really had to stretch her jaw to take his dickhead into her mouth. It was smooth and kind of spongy and had a subtle musk taste. She remembered video she’d seen and, grasping the shaft with both hands, she began to stroke it as she moved the head and as much of his shaft as she could in and out of her mouth.
It was an incredible turn on to have his dick sucked by an eight year old, even though her mother was actually better—more accomplished. He had to clench his jaw and consciously fight the pressure that was building. He reached down and brushed the girl’s hair back, she looked up at him with a nervous expression in her hazel eyes, asking, ‘am I doing it right?’
“Oh God, honey, that’s incredible,” Richard croaked.
Cally redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and moving her hands faster.
“Honey, take long, slower strokes,” her mother said.
She looked over at her mom and slowed down.
“Damn,” Richard muttered, his voice deep from his throat.
Cally, eyes got big when she felt some liquid was leaking into her mouth. As she pulled away she realized that it was probably his precum. A string of the clear fluid strung between the tip of his dick and her upper lip. She leaned forward and started to suck again.
Cally was able to move back and forth only a few times before he gently pushed her away.
“That’s enough or I’ll be finished way too quick.” He looked at Maurine. “I’ve got to lick her.”
“Alright,” Maurine said as she stood up and turned around. “Slide back, get up on the bed.”
Cally moved back, crabbing up the king bed until she reached the pillows, then she lay back down and flopped her legs out, spread and straight. With a shit-eating grin she gestured with her finger: ‘come here.’
Richard was mesmerized as he crawled up the bed. First he licked her right knee, then the other. He worked his way up, licking the top and insides of her thighs. When he reached their meeting, he placed a kiss on her slit, then licked the crease between her vulva and her right thigh, then the other side. He worked his way out, kissing and licking her to her hip bones, then moved up, tickling her ribs with his tongue and frenching her naval. He paused to suck and kiss each of her nipples, then her collar bones and throat before kissing her mouth.
Cally had never been French kissed before and, at first, she smiled through the kiss as she met his tongue with hers. But, quickly, other feelings took over and she reached around him, her hand on the back of his neck as their tongues danced and explored. She felt his cock brush against her pussy and pulled back.
Resisting the urge to just shove his cock against her, with a smile he moved back down, again kissing and licking her dozens of times. He especially noticed that her little nipples were sticking out, be-bees on top of dime sized cones. When he got down to her pus, he took a careful look at Cally’s eight year old sex. Her vulva was a soft, slight rise at the meeting of her thighs, bisected two thirds of the way up by the slit that ended with a small dimple. The lips were spongy and soft—there wasn’t even a hint of hair on the smooth pink skin. Just as the shape began to turn down between her legs, another pink line of flesh appeared between them. On the sides there was some slight wrinkling of the flesh where her vulva met the skin of her thighs.
Richard was on his stomach, Cally’s hips were turned out, frog like, her knees bent, under his shoulders, her legs extending down his sides and feet just below his hips. His weight was pinning her legs down, but he was supporting himself mostly on his elbows. He brought one of his hands over her thigh and, with two fingers, spread her lips. As he opened the furrow, now the ridge of her clit came fully into view. It ended with a sharp point, then the folds of her clit and piss hole beneath. Her inner lips were closed, a thin line marking the opening to her vagina. He pulled his other hand over and, with his thumbs, gently pulled her lips apart. Her vagina opened and he could see the darker red passage up inside her. The passage opened, giving him a view up inside her, even to the dimpled bump of her cervix inside.
He looked up at Maurine who was on her knees next to them. “She’s not…”
Maurine smiled, then reached down and brushed Cally’s hair off her forehead. “She got kind of rambunctious with the handle of a hairbrush a couple of years ago,” she said. “Got really scared when she saw the blood.”
“Mommeee…” Cally whined in embarrassment and she kind of squirmed.
“Awesome,” Richard muttered under his breath as he lowered his mouth to her sex, wondering if he’d actually be able to fuck this fourth grader.
He ran his tongue along her preteen slit, tasting just a hint of saltiness and sweat. There was also a slight fruitiness, a left over from the wipe she’d used at the movie. He had to smile because it reminded him of her mother.
Until this day, no one had ever touched Cally in this way. No one had ever caressed her softness before with their hands or fingers but, of course, those feelings were expected because of her own explorations. But she had never even thought about the feeling of a smooth warm tongue, the hot breath, the slight brushes of lips…
As Maurine watched, her daughter started to hump slowly into Bobby’s face, her breaths deepening, her hips pushing up. She lifted up on her elbows so she could look down at Richard as he licked and sucked her pussy.
Her skin started to shine as perspiration spread across her chest, stomach and sides. She started small vocalizations with her movements. Richard looked over at Maurine with a smile as he lashed Cally’s clit, moving his tongue up and down her preteen slit, tasted the slight musk of her sex.
The scene was so intense that Maurine started to rub herself, her own crotch getting slick just as her daughters was. She leaned back, spreading her legs slightly, to be sure that Richard could see her rubbing and fingering herself as he ate out her daughter.
Cally’s eyes were huge when she saw her mother masturbating, and this took some of her concentration away from her own feelings. But the sensations from Richard’s tongue were too strong to be ignored. When she turned her attention back to Richard, she seemed to forget about watching her mother.
As Cally built, the pressure and desire building in her hips and across her stomach, her mother was experiencing the same thing, but this from her own fingers caressing her clit, penetrating into her own womanhood.
Cally was beginning to squirm under Richard, his weight holding her too tightly. Without removing his mouth from her cunt, he lifted up onto his knees, his ass pointing in the air. Cally was now able to lift her legs, bending her knees and pulling her legs up, her feet in the air, as she looked down with her mouth open, breathing hard. As she built, she lay down on her back, no longer watching as feeling washed over her.
Richard pushed his tongue hard into her vagina and this brought to little one off.
“EEssss…ohh…ohh…oh,” she grunted as she shoved her sex into his face, her head thrown back, eyes closed. She shivered half a dozen times more, each time thrusting her crotch up, her knees bumping her shoulders. Then she relaxed back, laying her legs across Richard’s shoulders and back.
“Oh…wow…” she breathed.
Richard looked up at her with a smile, his mouth and chin wet with his own spit and her pussy juices. “You liked that, huh?”
Maurine was recovering from her own small orgasm. “I told you he was pretty good,” she said to Cally.
Richard rolled over on to his ass, so now they were on each side of the girl, looking down. “God, she’s gorgeous,” Richard said.
Maurine contemplated her girl. Her body was shining with sweat, she was flushed, pink spread across her chest and throat. Her preteen sex was glistening wet, the lips still pushed slightly apart by her darker pink clit. “Yeah, pretty sexy…in her way.”
“Well, I’ve always thought little girls are sexy.”
Maurine reached down and ran her hand along Cally, from her chest down to her pussy. She slowly started rubbing it, using her finger to move her clit around.
Cally opened her eyes. “Oh Mommy…”
“You two do each other,” Richard said with a smile.