Chapter 3: Morning at the Office

Normally at this time I would get up for a little while, check my e-mail and sometimes even chat bit. It felt erotic to chat with friends and strangers after having just fucked my father. This is one of the few times I would chat nude and often I would play with my clit if the person I was chatting with jerked off on his cam for me. Mornings are my most naturally horny time and although cyber is not normally one of my favorite things to do, sitting there with my dad’s cum either in my mouth or pussy lent a different perspective.

This morning there wasn’t time for more playing as I knew I had to get ready so I could go with my dad to work. I knew he always shaved first so I followed him into the bathroom and jumped into the shower and hurriedly cleaned myself off, trying not to get my hair wet. I finished my shower just as he was through shaving so we changed places to let him shower while I dried off and brushed my teeth. I grinned in the mirror as I wondered whether cum was a good mouthwash.

We both went to our bedrooms to get dressed. I fixed my hair and makeup and then chose an outfit that appeared to be a bit more conservative than what I typically wore for a day at his office. The skirt was the longest one I owned that wasn’t floor length and it came almost to my knees. A gift from a well- meaning relative, it was a simple dark blue skirt, nothing special or fancy, and I had never worn it until now. A plain white button-up blouse with short sleeves contrasted nicely with the skirt.

Underneath I selected a simple matching bra and panties. Pure black and silky, the bra was just visible under the white material of my blouse such that a person had to be looking for it to knew it was there. The panties were skimpy but more closely related to the ones I wore as a child than to a thong. I selected a dark pair of shoes with about a two inch heel, not enough to overwhelm the outfit but just right to tone up the muscles in my legs. My hair, well it was as it was. I just combed it out and let it fall to my shoulders and gave up. A little makeup and a dash of perfume and I was ready.

I turned off the lights and hurried downstairs where my dad was impatiently waiting. “Let’s go my little slut! We’re running late and we both have a big day ahead of us.”

I loved it when he called me that. It was reassuring to know that my dad loved me enough to want me for himself yet had the confidence in me to allow me to have fun on my own. I think he loved knowing that no matter how many other guys I sucked and fucked that he was the one I came home to. I was not just a little slut, I was HIS little slut.

We got in his SUV and he drove downtown, maneuvering through the heavy tunnel traffic that never seemed to go away. I hate driving in Pittsburgh and I prefer to use PAT and T whenever possible (buses and light train). Eventually we made it and he parked in the space reserved for him. The lights flashed and horn beeped as he locked it behind us and we joined the morning foot traffic into the building and took the elevator to his floor. When arrived in the reception area his executive secretary greeted me and commented on my outfit, saying how good I looked this morning.

Mrs. Ulrich (I’ve known her most of my life and have always called her that)) was your stereotypical church lady. Dad put up with her BS because she was a damn good executive secretary who knew where all the bones were buried, so to speak. My dad has his own personal secretary, Margerie, who took care of his admin and appointments but the was no disputing that Mrs. Ulrich ruled the office. She had never approved of the way I dressed and flirted around the office so I knew this nice comments was really a back-handed way of saying she didn’t like my other outfits.