Bringing Daddy's Work Home
Keywords: Work, Bringing, Daddy's, Home,
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Cowritten by *BrownCuriosity* [ http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7477 ]
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"Whew! I can't believe this shit."
Marilyn Walker, recent high school graduate, stared into the reflection in the bathroom mirror and breathed deeply, thinking to herself about her latest situation. Here, she was standing in the bathroom of the office of some city bureaucrat whose name and title escaped her at the moment. As she slicked her hair back nervously with a free hand, she looked at the scene presented to her in the mirror. She was dressed in a light pink business suit, with the skirt coming down to a bit above her knees and her jacket hiding a white lace bra bulging with flesh. She stood a bit unstably on her short pink heels, nervous about the situation she was in, glancing around the mirror in a futile attempt to find something to calm her down. She bent down a bit to turn on the water, then bent down further to splash some cold water on her face to relax.
Marilyn took one last deep breath, then said to herself under her breath, "Here goes nothing."
She strode out, putting up a front of confidence as she walked up the short hallway up to the office. She took note of the nameplate on what she supposed was the secretary's desk. "Ah, Gerald Scott…that's the guy I'm working for," Marilyn thought, making a mental note to herself. She then knocked on the office door in front of her, trying to keep herself steady on her feet. Then, a somewhat tall middle-aged Black man dressed in a business suit answered the door.
"Uh…I take it that you're Mr. Scott?"
"Yes," Mr. Scott answered. "I take it that you're the new secretary that the temp agency sent over."
"Yeah…"
"The assignment is for two weeks while my regular secretary is out. It shouldn't be too hard. I'm often on the phone or holding meetings in or out the office. The instructions for the phone are written down next to it. Everything else should be pretty much self-explanatory. Got it?"
"Sure."
"Can I have your sheet from the agency? Thanks. Oh, and I'll be either in meetings or conference calls all morning, so just take messages of everything. My people for the meeting should be coming around 10, so let me know when they get here. Um…By the way, if a Ms. Reyes calls, make sure to take the message. She's a very important, um, business contact of mine."
Noticing the hesitation in Mr. Scott's voice, Marilyn wondered if this 'business contact' was a mistress of some kind. However, not wanting to rock the boat on a temp job, she barely chirped out "OK." As Mr. Scott turned away from the door and closed it behind her, she turned to her new desk. It was simply appointed, with the requisite computer, phone, appointment book and photos of the regular secretary's family. She sat down in the chair, and also leaned back to put her feet up when she realized that not only was she not home, anyone with the right angle could see her secret. Calming down from the minor crisis, she sat up to search the computer for Solitaire.
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The morning seemed to drone on. Apparently, from what Marilyn gathered from the phone calls, her new boss was someone in middle management, making a living on dealing with bureaucratic bullshit and making sweetheart deals for himself and interested parties who wanted to work with the city. Her boss' scheduled appointment arrived on time, and getting Mr. Scott's attention on their arrival seemed simple enough. "This job is complete bullshit," Marilyn thought to herself. "And I'm getting paid 13 bucks an hour for this? No wonder taxes are so high around here."
She went back to her Solitaire game on her computer, where she seemed to be getting housed, when the thud of the closing door got her attention. Directly in front of her, walking down the hallway, stood a delicious looking creature dressed in the accoutrements of summer. Her shoulder length hair was pulled up in a ponytail, with sunglasses draped of it. Her white wifebeater revealed a tight figure, with average sized tits that seemed to float on her chest. The daisy dukes she was wearing, while maybe a bit too conservative for a Luke dancer, was short and tight enough to show off her hips and hint at a curvy ass. "Mmm, she has a nice body," Marilyn thought to herself. "Maybe that's the Ms. Reyes that Mr. Scott was talking about. And she look like she my age too? You go boy!"
"Hi! How's it going? Are you the new secretary?"
The comment broke Marilyn out of her carnal thoughts, and she responded "Oh, yeah. I'm the new secretary while the regular one's on vacation. The name's Marilyn. And you are?" She punctuated this last comment by extending her hand.
"Oh, I'm Kamesha, Mr. Scott's daughter. I swung by his office hoping he might be available to go out to lunch," the girl responded, shaking Marilyn's hand.
"Well, he's gonna be in a meeting for the next half-hour. However, according to his sched, he's free for lunch. Wanna wait?"
"Sure! Besides, I got nothing to do. Lemme chill up on this couch."
Marilyn pulled her chair out from behind the desk so she could get a better look at the couch. She saw Kamesha sprawled out on the couch and saw how delicious her pretty face, smooth skin and tight body looked. The sight of her reminded Marilyn of the line from a Li'l Kim song that just popped in her head, "Girl I'll do things to you, Vanessa Del Rio be ashamed to do!"
"So Kamesha, um, how old are ya? And what are you doing with yourself?"
"Well, I'm 18, and chilling right now, enjoying a summer of freedom before college starts up. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm working this summer. I need the cash, for school and for other reasons."
"I feel ya, I feel ya. I'm heading to City U in the fall. Where are ya heading?"
"Oh, Jersey State. Heard of it?"
"Nah."
"So what brings you here for lunch with your pops? It isn't exactly normal for girls to randomly visit their pops like this you know?"
"Well, I'm just trying to be close to my dad, you know? I mean, recently, we had some probs, especially with all his quality time with his 'business contact', if you get my drift."
"Oh, so my first thought was right…"
"Yes, that's his mistress. I see he told you about her. Well, recently, I caught him with her in a set-up. After I caught them, things got a bit, well, interesting. Lemme put it to ya like this…kids ain't supposed to know their parents like that, you know? Anyway, after a few days, we've been working on our relationship and stuff. So I decided to swing by here and maybe chill with dear ol' dad. Hey, you mentioned some other reasons for working here. Care to talk about them while we're waiting?"
"Sure. Who cares. After all, I'm just a temp. I'm outtie in 2 weeks anyway. Well, I'm saving up some loot for my baby mamma and our soon-to-be born child. I fucked around and got her pregnant. Well, I didn't exactly fuck around, since that's what she wanted anyway. It just sucks that her parents had to send her over to her fam in Japan for her to give birth. A nigga should be able to see his firstborn born, you know?" Marilyn stopped when she noticed the shock on Kamesha's face. She got up out of her chair and closed the distance between them with a couple steps.
"Do you mean, like adoption?" Kamesha answered, her mind still reeling from what was just said. "I mean, I know lesbian couples can adopt and…"
"No," Marilyn said, cutting Kamesha off. She then bent down to whisper in Kamesha's ear. "I. Have. A. Penis. Though, I don't want that fact being put on blast in certain parts of my life, and especially at work." Recognizing the pure shock that remained on Kamesha's face, she continued. "Look, your dad won't be out for a while. Why don't I take you to the bathroom and show you what I mean."
Still in shock as to what her dad's new secretary just said, Kamesha allowed herself to be limply pulled up from the couch onto her feet. She followed the largely built secretary into the side hallway and into the bathroom, checking out the curves of her ass and her hips. "Damn, she's a big girl," Kamesha thought to herself. "She must be well over six feet, even without the heels. Maybe she's right? But no guy has skin that soft, and those transsexuals I see don't have an ass like that. But she does have those wide shoulders. But…"
"Are you ready to see me babe?"
Marilyn's comment brought Kamesha out of her reverie. She realized that she was sitting on the toilet seat of the bathroom, and that Marilyn had her fingers pulling on the buttons of her suit jacket, pulling them apart. "OK, first, lemme show you my boobs, just so you know that I'm not some cross-dresser. This is real life for me." With that, Marilyn pulled open her jacket, revealing that lacy bra bulging with flesh, her dark nipples showing through the opacity of the bra.
"Damn, you have some tig ol' biddies. But you gotta be a lesbian. I mean, if you aren't comfortable with that, that's fine. You know that I'm a bit bi…"
"Shh. Now tell me something, my dear," Marilyn said she pulled her skirt up with her right hand. "Since you just said yourself that you're bi, you should know what a woman has, right?" As she finished her sentence, the hem of Marilyn's skirt cleared her panties.
"Yeah…I'd suppose so."
"Well, my dear," Marilyn continued as she pressed her left hand to her left breast and pushed it all the way down her front until it reached her crotch. She rubbed her hand back and forth against her crotch as she spread her legs slightly. "Do you know any lesbians with a piece of equipment like…this?"
Kamesha's eyes opened wide at the sight in front of her, and both sets of her lips juiced in lust. Dangling between what was for all intents and purposes a female was a dick. And not an ordinary dick. Even though it appeared to only be semi-hard, it was the biggest dick she'd ever seen in the flesh. Her breath began to quicken, her heart began to beat fast and her nipples began to harden and rub against the rough textured wifebeater. She felt Marilyn's lips peck against her forehead, then heard her almost breathe into her ear, "well, you're more than welcome to touch it.
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Keywords: Work, Bringing, Daddy's, Home,