My mother had been gone over a few years. When she ran off with her boss's husband, it just about killed my step-dad. She left as if he was nothing to her after several years of marriage with him. My father passed away when I was eight, but I don't remember much about him after all these years. Mom said I looked just like him, with big brown eyes and dark hair, but she never talked about him much. I always wondered what he was really like.
I was young when she and Tim got together, I'm 20 now, and knew that he wasn't my real dad, even though I always thought of him as such. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with him. During the last year, my feelings grew more and more. Over the last few months, I had seen a change in him, something new and unexpected, not typical for my daddy. I never put my finger on what it was, but I would soon find out.
Tim was running late for work one morning and I heard him leave just as I was getting out of the shower. When I returned to the kitchen after getting dressed, I was surprised to see my breakfast waiting on the table and a note with a yellow rose beside it. He had never done anything like this and I felt a funny twinge inside my heart.
After picking the rose up, holding it to my nose and enjoying its soft scents, I read the note.
"Kristy,
Don't bother fixing dinner, we're going out somewhere special. I have some news for you and I think we deserve dinner and dancing. Be ready this evening.
Love Daddy."
I cried because I never really called him daddy. It was something that we had talked about, but he never actually felt comfortable with me addressing him like that since I knew my father.
I cleaned up my breakfast dishes and finished getting ready for work. As I looked over my reflection, I thought it wouldn't hurt to loose a few pounds, but then, who cares, I take care of myself and my body. My breasts perk at 38D, full and bouncy, fun to play with, which I did often. So at 5'6" and 125, long brown hair and beautifully dark brown eyes, I thought it was pretty hot.
I slipped on my black mico-mini skirt, and a low cut white top to show off the curved tops of my breasts. I have to admit, I was feeling very sexy and a bit horny as I looked over my form.
When I walked into the office, I felt as if I was spewing sexuality all over. Mr. Smith, my boss, quickly called me into his office to go over some plans he had on a current case we were working on. I watched him watching me, he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I intentionally did not wear any panties on my freshly shaved pussy, and gave him the show of a lifetime as I swung innocently about in the chair. As I sat taking notes, I purposely adjusted myself so that he could get a better view up my skirt. I loved teasing the man. I knew he was enthralled with me because there were moments when he was at a loss for words.
I saw the look on his face when I purposely exposed my sex to him, it made me smile and I giggled softly to myself. He got up and quickly walked behind me trying to hide his wonderful stiffness that was so visible in his trousers. It made me feel hot knowing that I could do this to a man. I finished my notes and got up to leave, as I did, I "accidently dropped some papers so that I could bend over and expose myself fully to him. I heard him draw a deep breath as I did and swear I saw him drooling when I turned back to as if there was anything else.
"No, that will be all for now." he said clearing his throat.
I noticed a wet spot, I assumed from come, about the spot where his engorged head would have been laying.
Shyly, I asked him if he was all right, he cleared his throat again, nodding yes. I smile and slowly exited the door. He stopped me just before I slid beyond his site.
"Kristy, if I get any calls, please hold them. I'm going to be busy for about the next 20 or 30 minutes."
"Yes sir, I'll let them know." I went back to my desk smiling, proud of my actions and the reactions I received.
My desk is adjacent to Mr. Smith's private bathroom. I was quietly processing the notes into the computer when I heard moaning coming through the wall. I slipped back into his office and over to his bathroom door that was ajar. I peeked inside to see his reflection in he mirror. He was jacking his rod, slapping skin to skin and calling my name.
"Oh God YES! Yes Kristy! You sexy little bitch! Suck me harder, suck my cock, make me come you hot bitch you. Put your sweet mouth on my cock and suck me off as hard as you want. I want to shoot this hot load all on your face and in your mouth bitch!"
I was so turned on buy watching and listening to him, I found myself playing with my pussy. It was hot and wet, and my clit stood out hard and wanting. My lips were getting hotter and wetter the more I stroked. I was slick with pussy juice as I watched him squirt his cream all over the sink top and his hands. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when my body let loose of its love liquid.
I leaned against the wall and regained my composure, adjusting myself and catching my breath. I quickly made my way to the ladies room, legs still quivering beneath me as I walked.
I went back to work, wishing the day would hurry. I was highly anticipating my date with daddy, and knew that I needed to get my work finished. I was still shaking from my masturbation episode. I so hoped to get out of the office early so I could get ready for my night on the town.
Around lunch, Mr. Smith came out of his office, it looked as if he had exhausted himself with self-pleasuring efforts. I had to smile, knowing I was the cause. He approached me, I noticed the drying stain on his trousers and chuckled.
"Kristy, since it's Friday, I think it would be nice if we left early today. Would that be alright with you?"
"I guess so. I mean, I've got plenty to keep my busy..."
He interrupted, "No, no, I'm not feeling quite myself, and think that maybe we should call it a day." he looked up and down my body, I was hoping he would say something about me, anything, but he unconsciously rubbed his crotch and walked away, closing the door to his office.
I gathered my things and felt his eyes watching me from inside the door of his office. I slyly bent over, as if to retrieve something from the bottom drawer, exposing myself to him again. I heard him moan and the door close quickly.
"Damn! I'm good!"
I was gone within the next fifteen minutes on my way to the Salon. I wanted to look special for my date and planned to get my hair and nails done. Kari is my hairdresser, and as soon as I walked in she took me to her station and got to work.
"The works, do it all!" I boldly requested.
When she was done, I was sexy as hell! I knew daddy wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me looking like this. My hair was pinned up, leaving my neck exposed, with a long curl enhancing my face.
"Have fun tonight, you sexy woman you!" Kari offered as I admired myself again and again.
"Oh, you sweet, sweet woman! You know I will." I smiled, 'this is going to be one hot night if I have anything to do with it!
I headed home to get ready for the evening. I was careful to bathe so that I did not mess up my hair and makeup. I had already picked out my dress, a little red hot number that exposed my luscious curves. It was very short with a slit up the back of the skirt and low cut in front.
I know every time I ever wore it, it always turned daddy on. He would get a massive hard on that was not easily hid. I matched my heels and decided against stockings, that way, if I bent over, everything would be exposed for his pleasure. At 5:30, I heard the door open and heard him coming into the house. I took one last look at myself, thinking about how sexy I was, and headed down to meet him.
He was taking off his coat and hanging it up, when he turned around, I was standing at the landing, perched sexily against the banister. When he saw me, the look on his face said he was pleased.
