Letters to Beth Ch. 04

All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.

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I hope you enjoy this latest installment of Letters to Beth. I suggest reading from Chapter one if you want to follow everything that's going on, though I doubt it will stop your arousal ;)

licks and kisses,

nikki

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24th March 2016

Dear Beth

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

Okay, so first there was the school uniform, then Dad busted out the nurse outfit, but he's completely fucking topped himself this time. Like I told you on the phone the other day, we have to do work experience for a week. I procrastinated of course and didn't really have anything lined up, so Dad set something up for me with his work. Oh, and this is going to be a long letter too!

Other than the fact that he arranged the whole thing for me, another bonus was that he sent me shopping with Mum for suitable clothes to wear in an office. We came back with a couple of nice blouses, a new black pencil skirt and a pair of black heels (Mum wouldn't let me get the stilettos that I wanted, but the ones I ended up with were still pretty hot. I'II send you a photo on my first day so you know I make a totally hot secretary. I went downstairs to have breakfast dressed to impress in the office (It was the first time I hadn't been down in my pyjamas or less for some time). Dad's eyes totally lit up when he saw me and I was wet before I even managed to pour my bowl of cereal. He told me that he loved the look and that I'd better be careful in case any of the boys around the office got the idea that I might be up for some fun.

"Oh, what sort of fun do you mean Daddy?" I asked, feigning complete innocence.

"The dirty kind. The kind where horny little bastards put their cocks into tight little pussies."

I gave him a mock gasp of shock and covered my mouth with the back of one hand all dramatically.

"Really Daddy? Do people really do those things? In the office even?"

"Well maybe not in the office, but I'm sure they'd be happy to give it a try if they were given the chance. I know I would."

"Is that right Daddy? You'd like to have a desk job would you? One with a nice hot little secretary that could take care of you in ways that Mum won't. Would you put her under your desk to service your cock while you made important phone calls?" His hand went straight under the table, most likely to adjust his cock. I pushed my chair back and crawled under the table. He spread his legs and I made my way between them, hands stroking up the inside of his thighs. As expected, when they reached his cock it was rock hard. I rubbed him through his pants and teased him. "Would you like me to take some dictation Mr. Grace?"

I rubbed my face against his cock and looked up from under the table, my head tilted sideways to enable me to look him in the eyes.

"More than dictation," he laughed.

"Oh Mr. Grace, what ever could you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean Ms. Wins dale, I mean I want your hot red lipstick smeared up and down my cock."

He reached into his boxer shorts and levered his cock out through one leg, adjusting himself until he was comfortable.

"I hope this is worth a raise," I giggled and then licked up the length of his cock.

"It's a damn good start," Daddy groaned. I traced a vein from the bottom of his cock to the top, then fluttered my tongue against the sensitive underside. Daddy sighed in pleasure and I wrapped my lips around his head, pulling it back toward me and under the table. He had to move on the seat so that I didn't bump my head, and when he had, I pushed my mouth all the way down until he was against the back of my throat. I was on fire. I wanted him so bad. I went porno on him and shoved my face down and held it until I gagged. I pulled back, gasping air quickly before I plunged again. I worked my mouth up and down feverishly, saliva running all over him and down to his balls as I kept gagging and thrusting with my face. I felt him take my head in his hands and then he pulled me down on his cock. He thrust with his hips at the same time and the head of his cock actually speared into my throat. I swallowed reflexively and tried to pull back, but he held me there a moment longer. I desperately sucked air through my nostrils, feeling like some kind of trapped animal. I was about to freak out when he came with a guttural cry. Cum was injected directly down my throat and he let go of my head at the same time. I pulled back and gasped again, even as the next spurt of his cum splattered my face. As I desperately caught my breath, his warm sticky seed coated my face and dripped off my chin.

"God Nikki, that was fucking amazing," Dad said as I crawled out from under the table and started to clean up.

"I wish we could do it under your desk for real," I suggested to him. The look on his face told me that he liked the idea and that perhaps I'd planted a seed that would soon germinate. "I guess I'd better go and re-do my make up now that you've totally ruined it,"

"Sorry baby," he said.

"I'm not Daddy. I know that all day I'll be half thinking about doing you under a desk."

"Wait," he said to me as I started to leave.

"What's wrong Daddy?"

"Nothing is wrong, I just need to see what's under that skirt," he said.

I walked over to stand next to him and slid it up my legs. I was wearing black opaque tights over a pair of pink cotton bikini panties. His hand went straight to my crotch and ground them into my pussy. I moaned and hoped that he'd do more, but there was noise from deeper in the house and I quickly hustled back to my bedroom to fix my make-up.

Dad drove me to work. I waited until I was in the car to put on bright led lipstick. Hussy-paint, Mum likes to call it. She insists that women that wear bright red lipstick are just advertising that they want to be used. I chose it because of Dad saying he wanted it smeared up and down his cock.

"Do you want it smeared all over your cock Daddy?" I asked him when I had applied it.

"As much as I do, not in this traffic honey." I just enjoyed playing with him through his work pants until we got near the office instead.

"Hey Deb, this is the young girl I told you about that's coming in for work experience; Nikki Wins dale."

I nearly said something. I hadn't thought about it when he'd used the name in the kitchen. I mean, I assumed he was just pretending I was someone other than his daughter to make it seem more realistic with the little secretary role-play. I shut my trap though. I figured he must be doing it for a reason and I'd just have to ask him later. Deb was looking me up and down with almost predatory brown eyes. I looked her over in return. I guessed that she'd be in her mid thirties. She had short dark hair in a pixie cut and was dressed nicely, though I could only see her white blouse behind the reception desk. It was sheer enough that I could see that her bra was white.

"Nice to meet you Nikki," she said pleasantly and stood up to offer me her hand. She walked out from behind her desk as she did so, "John tells me that you're the daughter of a friend and that you're interested in secretarial work?"

"Nice to meet you too Deb," I said, shaking her hand and meeting her eye as Dad had taught me. "And yes, my Dad is an old friend of John's. I won't bore you with the detail, because like, if you know John, you'll know how much he likes to talk." Deb laughed genuinely and Dad objected indignantly.

"Oh come on John we all know its true," Deb teased him, placing a hand on his upper arm. The movement drew my eye and I saw her fingers clench and give his bicep a little squeeze.

"Just be sure and take good care of her, Deb, I don't need George all over me because we upset his little princess."

"Oh I'll take wonderful care of her and I promise, if anyone is all over anyone, it won't be George on you." She gave Dad a wink at that and I started to wonder if there was something going on between them."

"Excellent, well you have my permission to get her to do anything you like as long as she doesn't complain to Daddy," he laughed with a conspiratorial wink of his own.

"Anything?" Deb asked, her face lighting up.

"Well you know, anything that doesn't get anyone into trouble. Don't get her telling the CEO to take a leap or anything," Dad laughed.

"Roger that. Okay then Nikki, why don't you follow me and I'll take you to HR for an orientation, introduce you to a few people, and then we'll get you set up next to me and take it from there."

"Have fun Nikki, I'll call back past on my way home and give you a lift."

"Thanks John," I said to Dad and followed Deb. She chatted away as she lead me into the building and I couldn't help but think about how much she'd been flirting with my Dad. Thinking about it drew my eyes to her butt given I was right behind her. Her skirt was red and hugged it nicely. It was curvy without being big and for some strange reason I couldn't help but think that I wouldn't object to seeing it naked. I blame it on you. Well not really. I blame it on being a horny little slut who had a face-full of cum for breakfast but didn't get to orgasm.

I won't bore you with all the details of my day. It was interesting enough, but not fabulously exciting or anything. Mostly I photocopied, answered phones and sent a few emails for Deb (but only after she'd read them first). What I soon came to realise though was that Deb flirted with everyone the way she had with my Dad. It eased my suspicions. I met a couple of guys a few years older than me and they were all really nice. They came back a few times during the morning until Deb told them to stop trying to hit on the work experience girl. After she'd said it she said that she hoped that I didn't mind, but that if she didn't say it to them early, they'd be at reception all week.

"Of course if you like that sort of attention, I won't warn them again."

"Um, I don't mind either way really," I said to her.

"Either way?" Deb asked with a twinkle, "Well if you don't mind which way you go," she left a very pregnant and suggestive pause at that point, "I'll only give them gentle guidance in future." It was the first sign that I'd had during the day, but by the end of the afternoon, I'd worked out that Deb was gay. She flirted with me even more than she did with the older guys around the office and I played along. It was fun. I mean we all like a bit of attention and at least it wasn't some creepy old dude. I asked her about the fact that she didn't flirt as much with the young guys near the end of the day and she told me that while the older guys accepted that she was gay and would enjoy the flirting for what it was, the younger guys all seemed to think that they'd be able to get her to 'play for their team' (or at least fill in). She said that they just seemed to struggle with the line between flirty fun and being douchebags about it.

I told her that I understood because like, well I'd kissed other girls at parties to tease guys before and just like she said, once they had a sniff of it they couldn't let it go.

"Only at parties?" Deb asked in response.

"What?"

"Have you only ever kissed other girls at parties?"

"Oh, um, well, I'm not going to tell you that ... yet," I giggled. I could feel the betrayal of the heat of a blush rise in my face. Deb put a hand on my knee.

"What a lovely shade that blush is," she teased me, "It almost matches that hot lipstick." That only caused me to blush even more.

Dad came and picked me up as he'd promised and as I thanked Deb for a fun day she gave me a hug goodbye. She pulled me in nice and tight right in front of Dad and held me there just a bit longer than you'd normally hug someone you'd only known for the day. I mean, I hadn't paid a lot of attention to the size of her tits during the day, but when they were smashed against mine like that, it was hard to ignore the fact that they were indeed large.

"Well you two seem to be getting along just fine," Dad said as she let me go.

"Oh we had a blast," Deb told him, "And I'm sure that I can make tomorrow even more fun."

"Thanks for everything Deb," I said and turned to leave "I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

"Not as much as I am," Deb replied with a grin and a wink

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself today," Dad said on the way home.

"Deb's awesome," I told him, like that explained everything.

"She's certainly a lot of fun," he replied.

"After you left I started to wonder if you two might have had something going on," I told him.

"Ha, not much chance of that," he laughed.

"Well yeah, I mean you don't quite have the right equipment to interest her."

"What, you already know she's gay?" he asked me.

"D'uh! Yes I know she's gay. I mean we spent the whole day together and talked about all kinds of stuff."

"Bugger me. It was a good month before I worked that out."

"Poor Daddy. No gaydar. Anyway, why am I suddenly Nikki Wins dale?"

"Oh um, no real reason, Just thought perhaps you'd like to be yourself without having it hanging over you that you're my daughter."

"Why would that be bad?"

"Because if I get busted fucking you over a desk in the office, at least they won't know it's with my daughter!"

"So you're planning on bending me over a desk and fucking me are you?"

"Oh you picked up on that did you?" he asked with a laugh.

"Yes I did. Tell me how you're going to do it Daddy."

He started to tell me the plan of how he was going to get Deb to get him an office on the Thursday and that he'd then pretend he had to stay late ..."

"No not that, tell me how you're going to fuck me. "

We spent the rest of the ride home with Daddy telling me how he was going to bend me over the desk, fuck me from behind, spread me out and eat me on it and a few other things besides. I played with his cock the whole time, but again he wouldn't let me suck him.

"No lipstick?" I teased, wanting his cock in my mouth.

"No lipstick," he sighed.

The next day was more of the same, but on day three things got really interesting.

It started in the kitchen with Dad giving me a pre-work clothing check. He made me take off my panties and even ripped the crotch out of my tights. He bent me over the kitchen table and 'tested' the results by sticking his cock in me. He didn't cum though, he just teased us both. He said that he wanted to think about me in the office with my pussy easily accessible and surrounded by all the guys without any of them knowing what was going on under my skirt.

Deb came to work in a really short skirt, white blouse, navy jacket and bright red stilettos. She looked amazing. When no-one else was around she'd undo the jacket and it was painfully evident that she wasn't wearing a bra. I couldn't help but look. I mean her nipples were big and round and really dark so they were completely obvious through the thin blouse. All I could think about was sucking them. It was pretty obvious that she was doing it for my benefit. She was almost obscene in her conversation all morning. Every time someone would leave the reception desk she'd make some ribald comment about them. She asked me if I liked sucking cock, if I'd ever had a three-way, all sorts of things. I'm no shrinking violet, but given I was there on work experience, I spent most of the morning blushing.

She caught me staring at her tits of course.

"Like them?" she asked me simply when she finally caught me looking.

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"My tits, she replied, hefting them through her blouse.

"Well, um, yeah, sorry I was staring, it's just, well, I can't help but wonder what it's like to actually have some."

"Oh there's nothing wrong with yours," she said to me.

"Other than the fact that they're ninety percent push-up bra," I lamented.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of guys and girls that couldn't give two hoots how big your tits are and will still show you a good time and love you. I know I would."

"Would you just?" I teased.

"If you'd let an old battle-axe like me near you I would."

"You never know your luck in a big city," I teased further, stealing one of Dad's favourite lines.

Deb looked at me and grabbed both her nipples in her thumbs and forefingers. She twisted them quite savagely then let them go. Talk about pokies! Those things were suddenly like trying to spear their way through her blouse.

"I've always considered myself lucky," she said and then told me she needed to go to the bathroom. I was left holding the fort at the reception desk and wondered whether she'd decided to go and masturbate or something. She wasn't gone long enough for that though. When she came back she handed me a little remote control. I started at it without any clue as to what it was for.

"Press the button," she suggested. I pressed it. Deb grinned at me and I heard a buzzing sound. She swivelled her chair toward me, parted her legs and flipped up her skirt. Not only wasn't she wearing panties, but she had a little vibrator thing stuck in her pussy! I pushed the button again and it stopped.

"Have fun," was all she said as she turned back to her computer. I spent the next hour teasing her by turning it on and off at what I thought would be the most inconvenient times. It had a plus and minus button in addition to the on/off one and I soon worked out that they adjusted the intensity of the vibrations. I couldn't make it go too high though because it was amazing how much the sound of the thing seemed to carry through the office. It was so much fun when she was on the phone though. At one point I got it all the way to maximum for a brief moment while she was on the phone and her legs were clamped together and she was rocking on her chair.

"Cheeky little minx," she said to me with a grin when she managed to get off the call.

"Well you did say to have fun," I laughed.

We went back to working and things continued with me teasing her on and off until she dropped her pen when I spiked the pleasure level up when she wasn't expecting it. It rolled under the desk and before I could offer to get it for her she hopped off her chair and crawled down to get it. I went to swivel my chair out of the way as she came back out, but she propped one hand on my left knee and I went to turn to the right. That resulted in my leg staying still as the rest of me turned away. Basically it spread me in front of her. Instead of climbing back out from under the desk, she stopped.

"Now this is very interesting," she said, grinning up at me from the floor after inspecting everything that was on display under my skirt. I quickly turned back to clamp my thighs together. Deb made it back into her seat and gave me a totally face-splitting grin. "Maybe a girl can get lucky in the big city." I blushed, unsure of how to respond. Clearly she thought that I'd come dressed like that for her benefit. I mean, even though some of the guys had flirted with me on the second day no-one had done so as much as Deb had.

"I wouldn't normally be this forthright," she said to me and I had to wonder if that was true or not given what little I knew of her, "But you're only here for two more days, so I'll just go for it and hope you don't take this the wrong way." I braced myself, expecting to be hit on, but not sure what form it would take.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a little box. "Want to join in?" she asked and handed it to me.

I glanced down at the box that I'd taken from her. It was a vibrator just like hers. I pushed the button on my remote and spiked the intensity so that she clamped her thighs together.

"Is that a yes?" She gasped. I grabbed my bag, stuffed the box in it quickly and went to the bathroom without saying anything to her. When I came back to the desk, I handed her the remote control and sat down, blushing outrageously. Deb was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. She hit the button.