My Boss's Daughter

by Misty Meadow

I'd only been working at the company for two weeks when my boss came on to me. It was lunch time and she'd summoned me into her office. I was standing beside her as she sat at her desk and she put her arm round my hip and pulled me against her shoulder. Immediately I knew what she wanted and I was far from unwilling. I leaned against her, hoping that she'd go further, and sure enough, she put a hand on the inside of my thigh. I pressed against her harder to let her know I was ready and her hand slid up my leg until she was touching the crotch of my knickers. Her fingers pressed against the white cotton under my short dress. I let out a long sigh.

“I've been watching you ever since you started here,” she said. “You look much younger than eighteen.” It's true; I'm often mistaken for a twelve or thirteen year old, given my narrow figure and my micro tits. “And I happen to like young girls.” Her fingers pulled the crotch of my knickers aside and pressed into my cunt. I was wet already.

“I've been watching you too,” I said, to encourage her. “You're a very beautiful woman.” It wasn't just flattery, Helen Crosby, in her early thirties, had the look and grace of a film star, a perfect figure, poised and classy. Her wardrobe always looked expensive.

“I want to make love to you,” she said, abruptly. “My God, you're so wet.”

“I'd better take my knickers off then,” I said, stepping away, kicking my shoes off and pulling my knickers down. I sat on her desk with my skirt up round my waist and my legs spread invitingly. I leaned back and in a flash she was down on her knees, her face between my thighs, her mouth on my cunt and her tongue busily bringing me to orgasm. It didn't take long. From start to finish it was the fastest seduction I'd ever experienced, but who seduced whom was an open question.

“You're a bit of a squirter,” she said, standing up and wiping her face on my knickers. “It wasn't much, but it tasted nice.”

“Now it's my turn to have fun,” I said. “Knickers off!” We exchanged positions and I had the exquisite pleasure of eating her hot, wet cunt, her lips twice the size of mine, her swollen clit ready for me to suck, as her fingers dug into my scalp. She came even faster than I did. The whole office stank of sex.

Afterwards, having opened a window to clear the air, she sat back down on her chair and watched as I pulled my knickers on.

“I like shaved cunts,” she said. “Pubic hair is not attractive. You know, although I hired you because your CV was so promising, the main reason was that you don't look much older than my daughter. She's twelve. I'd like you to meet her so are you free this evening? No date? No boyfriend?” I snort derisively.

“Men suck. I'm as gay as a lark, Helen. A cunt beats a dick any day.” She laughed.

“Come home with me after work and I'll cook dinner for the three of us. Then we'll carry on where we left off.”

So, it seemed that Helen liked her sex partners to be young. I can understand exactly how she felt. I, too, liked them young, not just teenagers, but really young, preferably pre-pubescent, preteen and even younger, but getting intimate with girls who were, let's face it, still children, was fraught with danger and on a few occasions, I'd come close to getting caught touching kids in inappropriate ways, if you get my meaning. Of course, when I was a preteen myself, already happily gay, I kissed and hugged a lot of girls of my own age and even went quite a lot further with a few. My sex life had started early. In the changing room at school, my eyes darted back and forth, seeking out the sexier looking girls, hoping for glimpses of their hairless cunts. I'd also had crushes on mature women and let my feelings be known by flaunting my underwear shamelessly and two of them responded in ways that would've landed them in jail if I'd been stupid enough to tell anyone. So by the time my first period arrived, I was already an experienced lesbian, my mind always filled with thoughts about sex. My encounters now were all with women in their late teens or older, because contact with underage kids was too fucking dangerous.

After work, Helen drove me home to her one bedroom flat where I was introduced to her daughter, Una. I was struck speechless. She had the face of an angel with huge eyes, a turned up nose and lips that begged to be kissed. Her chest was almost perfectly flat and her figure like that of a boy. Puberty was still over the horizon. When I took her hand, an electric thrill ran through me.

“You're adorable!” I managed to stammer and for some reason I felt my face blush. Helen gave me a knowing look so was she aware of the effect her daughter was having on me? I could feel my emotions getting out of control.

“This is Misty,” said her mother, “my new protege. Isn't she pretty?” Una nodded in agreement.

“How old are you, Misty?” She asked.

“Eighteen.”

“But doesn't she look so much younger?” Helen remarked. “She could easily pass for your older sister.”

“I've always wanted a sister,” Una said.

“Now,” Helen said, “I want to get out of this business suit into something more comfortable and I'm sure you want to lose that school uniform.” I thought Una looked perfectly lovely – no, scratch that – sexy, in her pleated skirt and white blouse, and her white ankle socks added a perfect touch, a hint of innocence that always fired me up. “Fix yourself a drink from the fridge, Misty and we'll be out in a minute.” They disappeared into the bedroom and I found myself a can of beer and popped it open. A few minutes later they came back into the living room. My jaw dropped.

Helen wore a pair of tap pants, with lace round the loose legs and a matching camisole, made from some transparent synthetic material that showed off her big brown nipples and I could even see her cunt lips. She was definitely flaunting her body for me. But even better was Una. All she had on were a pair of ordinary white cotton schoolgirl knickers and the aforementioned ankle socks.

“She took off her uniform then couldn't decide what to wear so I suggested she just hang out in her knickers. Isn't she sexy?”

“Utterly!” I agreed. “I happen to have a thing about white knickers.”

“Then let's see yours,” Una demands.

“Yes, get that dress off, Misty.” Helen's eyes were alight with lust. I pulled it over my head, revealing my own white cotton knickers, now dried from their lunch time encounter with Helen's wet face. “So now we're having an underwear party. Isn't this exciting?” Bit of an understatement, I thought, my pulse rate increasing by the minute.

“I like your boobs,” Una remarked as we sat on the couch. “I hate big floppy ones. I can't wait for mine to grow.” How many tits has she seen, I wondered? Mine were too small to justify wearing a bra. There was little to support, but my nipples were just as sensitive as any lesbian's.

“We like you just the way you are, don't we, Misty?”

“Indeed. Don't be in too much of a hurry to grow up, Una. Enjoy being a girl.”

“Una knows I'm gay, by the way,” Helen said. “We have no secrets.”

“Mum tells me everything, all the things she does with her girlfriends, so I know all about gay sex. I wanna be gay like her when I grow up.”

“Why wait?” her mother asked.

“I knew I was gay at your age,” I confessed. “I'd kissed lots of girls and even gone further. I did a lot of naughty stuff.”

“When did you have your first orgasm?” Helen asked. Her question was a bit beyond the limit of polite conversation, but I was happy to reveal anything.

“I was eight.”

“Were you masturbating?” Una asked and before I could affirm it, she added, “'Cos I do. Every night in bed. I use my fingers and Mum lets me use her vibrator.” I looked at Helen whose face was perfectly neutral as if we'd been discussing the weather.

“I've been masturbating since I was about six,” I elaborate, “and that was the first time I came. An older girl put her fingers in me.”

“I cum a lot,” Una stated, matter-of-factly. “I even let Mum watch me.” I was really astonished. Here was a twelve year old kid who was quite happy to let her mother watch her as she performed about the most intimate act imaginable. “She let me watch her so I'd know how best to do it.”

“I didn't want her to miss out on all the pleasure one can give oneself,” Helen explained, “though I didn't actually touch her.”

“I wouldn't have minded, Mum.”

“Much as I wanted to, that would have been incest, against the law.”

“But who'd know?” Una asked.

“I'd know,” Helen replied, “and I'd have felt so guilty. Having sex with young girls may be illegal but as long as secrets are kept, I don't have a problem with it, but sex with you, my darling, would have made me feel so guilty it would've ruined our loving relationship. Watching you is one thing, touching you is another.”

“I don't understand why you'd feel like that, Mum.”

“Remember when I told you about my own mother, your gran, who liked to shower with me and wash my little pee-pee?” Una laughed.

“You mean your cunt.”

“Yes, my cunt. And I'd wash hers and play with her tits and everything, and how we slept in the same bed?”

“But we sleep in the same bed.”

“But we don't have sex. Your gran used to sexually molest me.”

“But you told me you liked it, that you loved it when she licked your cunt and you licked hers.”

“And I did, so perhaps 'molest' is the wrong word, but much later on, when I was grown up and she was dying, she told me that later in life, she'd felt guilty every time she looked at me, remembering the things she'd done to me, and even though I assured her that I'd loved every minute of it, she said she wished she'd never touched me like that. A lifetime of guilt had made it not worth while. That's why, though we talk about sex and I love looking at your naked body, and we masturbate together, I still have a fear that later in life, I'm going to regret it, so when your fingers get near my cunt or my nipples, I push your hand away. It's not because I don't love you or don't want you to touch me, in fact I want it so much sometimes I could cry, it's my fear of guilt that keeps us from physical love. But I am glad that you're gay, my darling. Gay girls have more fun than straight ones.”

“I'm inclined to agree,” I said, “and I understand your Mum's reluctance.” Una looked at me.

“You think my Mum's sexy, don't you?” I assured her I did. “So have you two had sex yet, or is tonight gonna be your first night of passion?”

“At lunchtime,” Helen admitted, “I ate Misty's cunt as she sat on my desk, and then she ate mine. She's a bit of a squirter.” The girl seems quite unfazed by her mother's admission.

“I wish I'd been there to watch. I've read about squirting and they say it's rare. What did it taste like?”

“Sort of like pee, but a bit earthier. Una, even though you're doing 'naughty' things with girls at school, and I thoroughly approve by the way, I want you to experience sex with a mature woman and who better than Misty? You do find her attractive, don't you? Una looks at me.

“You're gorgeous!” she said, causing my hear to flutter. “Would you squirt for me, Misty?” This girl seemed to have no inhibitions whatsoever. I could hardly believe my ears. I looked at Helen and saw that same indulgent smile.

“You'd better pull her knickers down, Una.” Oh, my God, not only was her mother allowing her to engage in illegal sex acts, but she was actually encouraging her. In a flash, Una was on her knees at my feet, tugging at my knickers. I lifted my hips, they slid down and I kicked them clear, spreading my legs for her. From the corner of my eye I saw Helen pull one leg of her tap pants aside and put two fingers into her cunt. Una's mouth pressed on my cunt, her tongue probing, as one of her hands went down between her own legs. I was already aroused, not only by the sight of two sexy females in their knickers, but by the unreserved talk about their sex lives and as her little tongue worked on my clit, my climax approached, then burst over me like a tidal wave. It was a massive orgasm and it seemed to last for ages, fire spreading through my abdomen as my heart pounded. I saw a flash go off and realised that Helen was taking pictures of her daughter eating my cunt.

Una lifted her lovely face, wearing a dazzling smile and a great deal of liquid from my cunt. It had been an unusually large squirt. She swallowed and licked her lips, then used my knickers to wipe her face, just as her mother had done earlier.

“Oh, that was awesome, my darling,” Helen gushed, still fingering herself. “I been wanting to watch you eat an adult cunt for ages. My dream has come true.” I was unable to speak, trying to catch my breath. “I think Misty should do it to you, Una, don't you?”

“Oh, yes!” she cried, standing up to let me pull her knickers off. Her pubic mound protruded like half a peach, bisected by her little girl's slit, just like the cunts of my school friends a few years ago. I wanted to eat her more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life. We exchanged places and she sat on her mother's lap, leaning back against her breasts, her thighs dangling either side of Mum's legs. I knelt at their feet, looking up at their beautiful faces, mother and daughter, waiting to be assaulted by me.

“Do it!” Helen cried. “Do it! Eat my little girl's cunt! Send her to heaven!” She put her hands under Una's knees and pulled them as wide as they'd go. I leaned in and pressed my mouth to that tasty little peach and went to work on her, using all the expertise I'd learned during my teen years. Looking up, I could see from her face that she was in ecstasy, and over her shoulder, Helen's face was flushed with excitement. I reached underneath Una's bum and pressed two, then three fingers into Helen's dripping cunt, rotating my hand to loosen her up, then inserting my fourth finger.

“Fist me!” She cried. “Put your whole hand in my cunt!” I folded my thumb into my palm and pressed, surprised at how easily my hand went into her. “Deeper!” I was in up to my wrist, and all the while, little Una was writhing and bucking on her Mum's lap, my face still buried between her thighs.

“I've cum,” Helen croaked, and my fist made a slurping noise as I extracted it.

“Me, too,” Una said. I lifted my head and looked into her lovely eyes, tears of happiness rolling down her cheeks. I leaned back and found my discarded knickers, and wiped my own face with them. Cotton knickers are good for that. Una climbed off her Mum's lap and sat beside her.

“You had your hand inside Mum's cunt?” she asked, incredulously.

“She did,” said Helen, rapidly recovering. “She should have pushed harder and put half her arm in me. There's enough room.” Una looked amazed.

“What did it feel like?”

“Awesome!” Helen affirmed.

“And for me, too,” I add. “I love fisting girls and making them cum. In a way, it's even more thrilling than cumming myself. My partner's pleasure is what turns me on.”

“Can I fist you, Misty?” asked the not-so-innocent little girl.

“Oh, this I gotta see!” Helen said, her eagerness obvious. “Sit up on the couch, Misty and spread those lovely legs. Go for it, Una. Put four fingers in her, yes, like that, now your thumb. Perfect, now push – it won't hurt her. See how wet she is? Oh, look at that, your whole hand's inside her. Push deeper, go on, it's alright. My God, you're almost up to your elbow. How does it feel?” I was too far gone to speak, right on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh, it's so wet and warm, like a long, soft glove. This is fucking awesome!” I looked down at Una's excited face and saw the wetness of her forearm as she pumped in and out, her fist touching my cervix, adding to the pulses of lust that coursed through my whole body. She smiled up at me adoringly and I knew I'd fallen in love with this darling little Lolita.

I came again with an orgasm that was more intense and longer lasting than any I'd ever had before, my whole body convulsing as though I was seizing, and I squirted. This was a lot more than just a few drops, it was almost a cup full and Una pulled her hand out and pressed her mouth against my cunt, licking inside me to catch all the squirt she could, then lifted her head again and licked her hand and arm.

“I came, too,” Helen said, “hands off, just from watching. Oh, Una, Misty, you've both made me so happy. I could kiss you both!”

“Then kiss my cunt!” Una demanded, a mischievous grin on her wet face. There was a pregnant pause.

“Okay, just this once,” Helen said.

Yeah, just once? I thought. I don't think so.

The end.