When I was eighteen or nineteen, I worked at this expensive little bookstore. Paul, a thirty-seven year old, blue-eyed fantasy machine, was my boss. We flirted on occasion, but it was nothing serious.
Come to think of it, there were quite a few teenage girls working there. We were all friends, and we loved competing for Paul's attention. We never called him Mr., we were on such friendly terms.
I'll never forget the first Saturday in August, when the truth about Paul came out. I had just arrived at work and no one was in sight. All I could hear were a few little giggles near the back of the store.
My friend and coworker, Eliza, grabbed my hand and told me to be quiet. "Paul's on the phone, shh."
They made room for me and I pressed my ear against the door. Paul was breathing very hard and saying, "Aw yeah little girl, that's what Daddy likessss, oh yeah, you're gonna suck Daddy's cock so good... mmm, you're gonna make Daddy come! AHH!"
I covered my mouth with my hand. Was that really Paul in there? He couldn't really be talking to his daughter, he must've just been talking silly with his girlfriend.
Work seemed so long that day. I longed to ask Paul about his family life, his sex life, and his daughter. I searched his eyes for something unusual, or incestuous. While all the other girls seemed sort of creeped out by the idea, I was more than curious.
In fact, I was so intrigued that I couldn't fall asleep that night. Even though the chances of that really being Paul's daughter on the phone with him were slim to none, I wanted it to be her. I painted a picture of Paul's pretty daughter sucking his juicy cock until he came. I had heard about incest before and thought it was flat out disgusting, but this time, it was really turning me on.
Paul's daughter was eighteen, too. Her mother had died a few years ago in a car accident. I always felt really sorry for Paul, but his daughter, Rita, sure did resemble her mom.
I looked at my digital clock, it was 11:30. Surely, a grown man like Paul wouldn't be asleep yet. I snuck out my window and drove to his house. I knew the way since I had been there before with the other workers for get-togethers.
Anxiously, I rang the doorbell. Paul answered it. He was dressed in his dark green robe and was barefoot. "Hi, Paul, I'm sorry to bother you, but I just can't stop thinking about you."
Paul smiled and put his arm around me. He led me inside and said, "I've been thinking about you a lot, too. I was hoping one of you girls would hear my sexy little phone conversation."
Whoa! It was all staged? I felt so humiliated. "Oh my god, why did you do that?"
"Don't misunderstand me, Jen, I really do have hot sex with my naughty little daughter."
Wow, Paul was telling me a lot. "Oh, that's nice."
"Nice? Honey, it's spectacular. You couldn't possibly understand. I know, why don't you sit down and watch for a while?"
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Come on, you'll learn a lot, and I know how much it excites you."
"Well, alright." I sat down on his couch and out of nowhere, Rita came in and sat down next to me.
"Hi Jennnny! Me and Daddy were just playing."
"Rita, you're eigheen years old, why are you acting like you're four?"
Then Paul picked Rita up and said, "That's how Daddy likes her to act."
Rita's pigtailed, curly hair bounced with her father's movement. Paul put her on his coffee table and undressed her. "Look at my little girl. Isn't she sweet?" Rita giggled as Paul tickled her stomach. Then Paul sat her up toward me and spread Rita's legs, so her pink pussy was staring right ar me. "See how smooth baby's pussy is? Daddy shaves her everyday. Isn't that right Princess?"
"Uh-huh."
"Sometimes I spank my baby, when she's bad, but sometimes, I spank her because she's good." Then Paul turned his back to me and kissed his teenage daughter passionately.
