Daddy Gets a New Office Assistant
A few days later my boss walked into my office.
"I heard you were in the Human Resources office asking about health care benefits," he began. "Is there something I should know about?"
"I don't think so," I said. "I'm in fine shape -- no health problems."
His face relaxed. "Glad to hear it. So if you don't mind my asking, what's the problem?"
I told him about my daughter's best friend Randi moving into our household and how I was worried that, if we were going to be responsible for her, I hoped to get her enrolled on my health insurance. Naturally, in my description of her pregnancy, I left out the part about my being the father of her child.
My boss's face took on a thoughtful expression. "It's generous of you to take in this young lady when she's in trouble," he said. "I'm just sorry that the terms of our health coverage don't allow for her to be considered part of your household. However, I might have an idea that could help her."
"Yes?"
"You said she's eighteen and recently finished high school -- that means she could take on a regular job. We could use a new administrative assistant around the office -- a gofer to handle photocopying, deliveries, cleaning up the break room. Maybe cover the reception desk during Jackie's lunch hour, that sort of thing. If she's full time, she'd qualify for health benefits."
That was how Randi came to work in my office.
Within a day or two word got around that the young pregnant girl who was running errands for the company was a sort-of member of my family. My boss was the kind of guy who loved to spread the word around when one of his employees did something good, and he considered my taking in a homeless pregnant girl to be a real act of charity. In addition, it was obvious from the first day that Randi came into the office that she knew me and looked up to me, calling me "Mr. J" whenever she addressed me.
She and I were of course careful that any public show of affection between us was strictly of the platonic or paternal variety. I made it clear to my co-workers that she was my daughter's best friend, and that I was taking her under my wing. The result was that Randi's entry into my office ended up making me look good to everyone, especially the younger women in the office who could sympathize with the plight of an eighteen year old girl getting pregnant and then being thrown out on the street by her parents. Shorn of the fact that I was the one who had seduced Randi and was the father of her coming child, I came off looking like a white knight.
It didn't hurt that Randi was a hard worker. Her natural shyness came off as charming to most of the people in the office, who went out of their way to make her welcome. Soon she could be seen darting all over the building carrying things for people, making coffee in the break room, buying cake for office birthday parties, and so on.
Her habit of calling me "Mr. J" even got picked up by some of the younger office workers, especially the female ones, who found her nickname for me kind of fun and charming. I have to admit I found it a turn-on to have the young women in the office call me a name that I often heard screamed when Randi was in the midst of orgasming.
Randi and I usually traveled to and from work together, and we often took our lunch breaks together. Other people working in the office got used to looking for Randi during her lunch hour and finding the two of us together behind locked doors. When they entered, they always found us with our bag lunches spread out on my desk, eating and chatting together comfortably.
Naturally, eating lunch wasn't all we were doing. More often than not, Randi's lunch included a delicious protein shake. One that she worked hard to deserve, usually on her knees. The last several months of licking pussy and sucking cock had given little Randi a powerful oral addiction that she indulged in my office several times a week, kneeling at my feet while I sat in my office swivel chair, stroking her long hair and whispering endearments to her. "I love you, Randi," I said, stroking her black hair. "Such a sweet little thing. So petite. So loving. Such a good little girl," I cooed. "You love sucking cock, don't you?"
"Mm hmm." Her mouth was too full to say anything more.
"Such a little girl," I continued. "Grown up cock is so big in your mouth, isn't it?"
"Mm hmm." Despite the cock in her mouth, I could see the corners of her mouth smiling. She nodded her head up and down in agreement as she sucked.
"Little Asian fuckdolls love the taste of their Daddy, don't they?"
"Mm HMM!" she murmured emphatically.
"Then drink my cum, little baby!" I rasped. I gripped her head and pulled it deeper onto my shaft, then came in her sweet, obedient mouth.
Randi loved working with me. Being in the same office with me meant that she got her oral fix every mid day without having to wait until I got home from work. She loved being on her knees sucking cock. MY cock. Her new Daddy. Her office supervisor. My hands on either side of her temples pulled her head up and down on my shaft. Randi whimpered in obedient satisfaction.
Having Randi work in my office was fantastic, I thought to myself. I leaned back in my office chair with my head against the cushion while Randi completed her daily task by cleaning my cock with her tongue.
A few minutes later, one of my young female co-workers knocked on the locked door, looking for Randi to collate the printouts and charts of a long report. When she came in, Randi and I were sitting amicably side by side, finishing our sandwiches. "Hey, Mr. J, mind if I steal Randi from you for a few minutes?" she asked.
A few days later, the same co-worker, Sharla, knocked on my office door when Randi had not yet finished her daily blowjob. Rather than have Randi interrupt her task, I had her squeeze under my desk so she could continue to blow me.
Because my job often involved confidential interviews over the phone, my office was set up with a lock that had a buzzer on my desk, allowing me to lock or unlock the door while sitting at my desk. I buzzed in my co-worker.
When Sharla came in a moment later, she saw me alone in my office. "Where's Randi?" she asked.
"I think she's doing a job for somebody," I answered. In the small space under my desk, petite little Randi sucked me dutifully.
"Oh well, I guess what I want from her will have to wait till after lunch." She paused, then said, "Y'know, Mr. J. . ." She smiled to herself at using Randi's nickname for me. ". . . A lot of us in the office think the world of you for taking Randi into your home the way you have."
Randi slurped me quietly under the desk.
Sharla was a tall blonde with large, D-cup tits that she often emphasized by wearing pushup bras along with blouses whose top buttons were typically left unfastened. She often teased new guys in the office with her decolletage, then mock-criticized them with comments like, "My eyes are up here." She wasn't snarky about it, but it did tend to drive her male victims crazy. After awhile, you got used to her tricks and she stopped with the double messages, treating you like just another colleague. When we were alone, she sometimes confided, laughing, that she was deliberately driving some of our male co-workers crazy.
