Her instructions were simple. Knock on the door and offer herself up to whoever was inside.
If Liz wanted to be a slut, she could be sure that her Daddy was going to give her every possible opportunity to be one. With her nerves burning inside her, she'd done as she was told. Armed with an outfit better suited for the beach, a far too short skirt and a tube top, Liz had knocked on the door.
A muffled "Enter." came through the door and with her heart beating loud in her ears she walked inside. A middle-aged man sat at his desk, scowling at the sudden intrusion with his fingers still poised to type.
"Yes?"
At a first glance, the man was rather unremarkable; he seemed tall and thin with a five o'clock shadow. Someone that she could have crossed on the street dozens of times without thinking twice. The scowl he wore certainly didn't help to make him more attractive. But his eyes followed every line of her body and Liz felt that familiar heat churn inside. While twisting her fingers behind her back, Liz somehow made the words tumble from her mouth.
"My owner, Damon, sent me here." A quick glance showed that the scowl had changed to mild interest, although the man's eyes seemed stuck on her breasts. With a small shift of her feet and Liz made sure to stick her chest out as far as she could. The thrill of heat within made her stumble over her words. "He. He wants me to get fucked. In this office."
The man's reply was slow. Measured as he ordered his thoughts while she felt his eyes prick on her skin. "And you? Is that what you want?"
Her Daddy had spent the entire ride teasing her, making sure she was ready. A small and timid whisper fell from her lips as Liz felt the lust stirring inside. "Yes."
"Oh really." His voice had changed, no longer bland and even, but something else entirely. Something that sent a shiver over her skin. "Lose the top and come over here."
In the next moment, Liz stepped forward as her top fell to the floor. But a sudden word and his raised hand stopped her in her tracks. She stood still as the man watched her. Unsure of what he wanted Liz waited while the man's eyes roved over her body. But they always returned to her perky c-cup where her nipples were already sticking out like little pebbles.
A low mumble drifted to her ears, "A distraction from work, huh." before the man spoke with a smirk. "Good little sluts crawl when they come begging for cock."
Liz's cheeks burned in shame, but sank to her knees at his raised brow. Inch by inch, she crawled over the hardwood floor with her eyes cast down. When she finally reached him, the man had turned in his chair, waiting with his legs splayed wide open. Settling back on her knees, Liz reached out with trembling fingers. His half-erect cock poked out against the fabric of his pants while she worked to undo them.
The fear and insecurity that raced inside her seemed to disappear as Liz watch his foreskin roll over the purple head with her motion. He felt warm in her grasp, thick and hardening more by the second. Her Daddy might have him beat in size but it wouldn't be by much. Liz lost herself in reverie as she played with the steel wrapped in silk.
A hand on the back of her head accompanied the man's next words. "I've got hands of my own. Start sucking."
He didn't push her down with much force, but he didn't need to. Liz followed along willingly with her mouth open. Her tongue ran along her lips just before she took him in. The spongy head pushed past her lips, along the length of her tongue as Liz bobbed her head.
