Chapter 2: Fucking the Boss

The next morning Tim watched me getting dressed for work. I stepped into my sexiest lace thong panties, then selected a pair of black lace stockings with elastic at the top, a knee length red skirt with a slit up the middle so deep it ran all the way up to the middle of my panties. My thin black sleeveless sweater was cut low in front, exposing plenty of bare flesh down almost to my nipples. I also wore no bra, knowing if I bent over one or perhaps both of my tits might fall out.

“You look like a high priced call girl, Cindy,” Tim grinned. He was lying on our bed, naked, slowly stroking his beautiful cock as he watched me. And he was getting hard.

“I’m going to be one, Tim,” I smiled. “Or at least a slut. May as well dress like one,” I said, slipping on my three inch high-heeled red pumps, the ones with the pointed toes that screamed “fuck me!”

I finished putting on my makeup, a little heavier than usual, including some fire engine red lipstick and dark eye shadow. I looked at my vision in the mirror and felt a wave of excitement wash over me. My jet black hair hung down over my shoulders, enhancing my vivid blue eyes, and I was pleased to be able to see the outline of my full tits under my sweater, my nipples easy to spot.

“Well? How do I look?” I asked, posing for Tim, the slit on my skirt exposing the insides of my thighs and long, shapely legs.

“This answer your question?” Tim asked, holding the inside of each thigh, his cock hard, sticking straight up.

“Beautiful, baby,” I said, kneeling down next to him, reaching over to squeeze his cock.

“Put it in your mouth, Cindy. I want you to go to work with my cum on your breath,” he growled.

“Why Tim. What do you think I am?” I teased, leaning closer to his dick, licking a droplet of pre-cum from the end. “A slut or something?”

“Yeah. A cocksucking slut who’s going to go to work today and let her boss fuck her,” Tim groaned. “So suck my cock, whore. Do it. Eat my cum!” And so I did it.

It took Tim all of maybe 30 seconds before he was pumping cum into my mouth.

“Ahhh, yes, you fucking slut ... eat it ... eat Hank’s cum. And fuck him. I WANT you to suck his cock and fuck him, baby. Just ... like ... thissssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Tim gasped, pumping another shot of cum into my mouth.

When he was finished coming I crawled up next to him and kissed him, pushing some of his cum into his mouth. He let me, his body shuddering, cock twitching. “When I do that tonight, it will be his cum, Tim. Think about that all day. And keep your hands off Janet when she gets home from school. She’s got a body almost as good as mine, and I see the way you look at her lately, and how she looks at you,” I grinned.

“Hmm ... Good thinking, honey. Let’s see ... you’re out fucking the boss while Dad is home fucking our daughter. Works for me,” Tim grinned.

“You bastard,” I laughed. “You better not put this thing anywhere near that hot daughter of ours,” I said, squeezing Tim’s cock.

“It would be kind of fun, don’t you think?” he replied, and I could tell he was actually considering it.

“You’re serious, aren’t you,” I said.

“You brought it up,” he replied.

“I was KIDDING!” I said.

“What if I’m not?”

I thought about it. Seriously for the first time. At 18 years old, I knew Janet was fucking already. We had put her on the pill already, assuming as a high school senior she would probably be fucking by now. So far I didn’t think she had, but still ... I knew she was ready for sex, and wanted sex. Why NOT her father? I asked myself.

“Cindy? What are you thinking?” Tim asked.

“I’m thinking maybe you’re right. We know she’s on the pill and we agreed if she wanted to fuck she could, now that she’s a senior,” I mused.

“Jesus, Cindy. Really?” Tim asked, excited.

“I’m going to leave it like this, Tim. You know I’ll be fucking today. If you want to see how it plays out with Janet after school today, I won’t object. Fair is fair. But don’t force her,” I said, my heart beating wildly, cunt growing dewy.

“God, baby. Wow,” Tim said, his eyes growing a little unfocused as he seemed to stare into the distance, obviously thinking about fucking Janet.

“Have fun, baby. I gotta run,” I said, and kissed him again, the residue of his cum still in my mouth.

I could still taste the flavor of his cum as I drove to work, my nipples hard, panties wet already just from thinking about what was going to happen to me that day ... and possibly to Janet and Tim as well.

I parked in our company garage, then took the elevator up to 22, the executive floor. Walking back to my office I could feel the eyes of every man and most of the women watching me, my large tits bouncing sexily, thighs exposed with each step I took, and I thought I could even detect a hint of cunt fragrance coming from my crotch as I walked.

My office as Hank’s administrative assistant is right next to his, with two doors. One leads in from the hallway, the other from Hank’s office. I have a big window behind my desk, and it’s a nice office, around 12’ by 14’ or so, whereas Hank’s is huge, maybe 25 feet long by 20 feet wide, with a small conference table and four chairs along with two side chairs in front of his desk and a sofa along a side wall.