Hank Borden: Hot family affairs

"Good afternoon," said the redhead, her hands still clutching the papers in front of her. "Won't you have a seat?" The woman motioned to an empty chair alongside her desk.

Laura sat down and crossed her legs, but she was a bit anxious this time and she carelessly let her hemline rise up so that the tops of her stockings were visible. She started tugging on her dress right away as she adjusted her position in the chair, but she knew the woman's eyes were upon her.

"My name is Dotty, Dotty Mackenzie. And I see from your application that your name is Laura Holt. And that your grades in typing are excellent."

"Thank you," said Laura, blushing. "I'd really like to work here. You see, my father works here, and I thought it would be great if I could be near him all summer."

"Who is your father?" asked Dotty.

"Robert Holt. He's the head of this company's advertising department. Maybe you know him?"

"Oh! Of course! Mr. Holt. The good-looking stud up on the ninth floor. I'll say I know him. But, hell, he didn't tell me he had such a beautiful daughter. You have such lovely blonde hair. You must take after your mother."

Laura was speechless for a second. Who did this woman think she was, calling her father a stud? And why was she now smiling so secretly? Laura's lips quivered as she looked this floozy up and down.

"Do you know my father well?" Laura said, instantly wanting to take back the question. But it was too late.

"Oh, I suppose so."

Dotty smiled smugly again. Then she straightened her stocking right in front of Laura, drawing her hemline right up to her crotch. Laura was sure she was doing this to deliberately tease her.

"But you're not getting jealous, are you? There's no need to. Your father is a nice man. And I certainly don't intend to steal him away from you."

Laura said nothing. But the young girl knew that if Dotty's lovely thighs were ever spread wide in front of her father, the man would be sorely tempted.

"I tell you what I'm going to do," said Dotty, pulling her hemline back down and returning her full attention to the papers on her desk. "I'm going to give you a job up on the eighth floor, in the marketing division. We desperately need typists there, and you can be near your father and visit him on your breaks. Okay?"

"Yes, that sounds great!" said Laura. She smiled politely, but she still felt hostility towards Dotty.

"You can go on up right now. I'll call the supervisor, Miss Thomas, and let her know you're on your way."

Although she had uneasy feelings towards Dotty, Laura refused to believe anything bad about her father. If the man was getting a little on the side, Laura was sure that Dotty was to blame. The girl's spirits were high as she stepped off the elevator on the eighth floor and followed the signs to the marketing division.

And she had plenty to be high about. She had her first summer job! And she had the opportunity to be near her father during the day as well as the night. What more could a girl ask for?

The marketing division was sprawled over a third of the eight floor. Laura was surprised to see so many people hard at work. She made her way past the file cabinets and typing desks and storage bins until she came to the supervisor's office. Laura swallowed hard to fight back another attack of nerves then she knocked loudly.

"Come in," came the reply.

It was a soft voice, one that did more to calm Laura's nerves than any amount of swallowing could have done. She pushed the door open and entered.

A smell of roses greeted her nose, while her eyes were bedazzled by the brilliantly colored wallpaper. Thick carpeting silenced her footsteps as she walked towards the big blonde seated behind the oak desk in the corner.

"You must be Laura Holt," said the woman, rising from her chair. "I'm your supervisor, Becky Thomas. But you'll call me Miss Thomas. Have a seat and we'll talk awhile. I like to get to know the girls working under me." She sat back down and motioned for Laura to do the same.

"Oh, no," said Miss Thomas, when Laura moved to take the seat alongside her desk. "Not there. On my lap. Don't be afraid, I won't bite." She pulled Laura by the arm and guided the girl to her lap. "Are you comfy?"

"Y-yes, I suppose so."

Laura tried to make herself as comfortable as she could. She even found Miss Thomas' soft thighs quite nice and she didn't mind that the woman's big, blouse-popping titties were pressing into her shoulder.

Miss Thomas placed her arms around Laura's waist and rested her hands on the girl's soft knees. Then the woman began to talk about the company and about the importance of the marketing division and of Laura's specific duties. Laura listened intently, all the time admiring the woman's long yellow hair and beautiful face. She also thought Miss Thomas' conservative blue suit fitting for a woman in her position.

"So," said the supervisor, "do you think you'll like working for us?"

"Oh, yes. Very much so. I can't wait to get started."

Laura squirmed on the woman's lap in order to get comfortable again, and for the first time became aware of the intense heat emanating from the woman's pussy crotch. The heat was burning Laura's plump young ass and she didn't know what to do about it.

"What's the matter, hon?" asked Miss Thomas, smiling. "You seem so restless. Don't you like my lap? All the girls working under me have sat on my lap at one time or another. In fact, I fire them if they don't. You don't want to be fired on your first day here, do you?"

"No, of course not. This job is important to me!"

"Then sit still, child, and do what I tell you!"

Miss Thomas gave Laura a lesson in growing up when she slipped her hand up the girl's dress. Laura trembled as she watched the woman's hand disappear from sight. Then more shivers raced up her spine as the pressure on her right thigh increased. She started squirming even more.

"You have such lovely stockings," said the supervisor as she stroked Laura's silky thigh. "So smooth."

"Thank you, Miss Thomas."

But the woman was already reaching higher, to the girl's garter, and beyond, to her bare thigh. Laura watched the bulge under her dress move closer and closer to her pussy crotch. In fact, she was so fascinated with what the woman was doing that she willingly spread her thighs.

"Now you're getting into the spirit of things," said Miss Thomas. "You're such a sweet young thing. I'm sure you and I are going to get along just fine."

When the woman's fingers pressed into her pussy mound, Laura couldn't help but gasp aloud. No one, man nor woman, had ever touched her there before. She looked down at the bulge between her thighs, knowing that this was going to be an interview she would not soon forget.

Miss Thomas slipped two fingers inside Laura's panties and began to stroke the girl's silky cunt hairs. Laura shivered hard, then leaned back into the woman's titties and spread her thighs wide.

The stiff fingers slid up and down easily, brushing the thin cunt hairs to-and-fro. Delightful ripples coursed through the girl's loins and made her suck in her breath. Miss Thomas seemed pleased with Laura's reaction and she dug her fingers deeper.

Now Laura could feel the pressure on her soft cunt meat. The ripples became jolts as her cunt lips were pushed and pinched and poked. She shook hard, then threw back her head and sighed.

"Nice, isn't it?" Miss Thomas asked.

The two bold fingers delved into Laura's cunt crack and slid up and down the gash's full length, tantalizing the delicate nerves and making them stand end on end. The other hand squeezed and massaged Laura's left tit and caused the plump mound to harden and swell. Laura closed her eyes and licked her lips dreamily.

"You're a real beauty, you are. Much softer and hotter than my other girls. I just know you're a virgin."