Frank Brown: Wild naughty daughter

"I think she goes in there to jerk off," Margie said.

"Come on, girls," Sally said, ignoring Margie's comment. "You've got lots to learn. Let's get back to work."

Noon came, and Denise appeared.

"Take care of these two," Sally told Denise.

"What about us?" Margie said. "When do we get to eat?"

"As soon as I get back," Sally said. Or maybe sooner, she thought – if Denise had anything to say about it. She envisioned the two girls down on their knees, munching way on Denise's pussy and ass.

Upstairs, Mr. Lipman's secretary was out to lunch, so Sally went straight through the outer office to Mr. Lipman's office. He was sitting behind his desk, his chubby fingers punching a desk calculator, but he looked up immediately as Sally entered, then looked her up and down like a farmer appraising a prize cow at an auction.

"My dear, you look ravishing, but you are beginning to lose your wonderful tan. We really ought to do something about that. Starting now, I'd like you to begin working a few evenings each week, and by the time school starts I'd like to have you working most evenings. That way, you can work on your tan these summer days and, come school, we can have you working full time evenings."

Sally didn't know what to say. George's proposal – or was it an order – was so sudden and unexpected.

"Well, why don't we make it four evenings a week then, once school starts, and only every other weekend? How does that sound, darling?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."

"Of course," George Lipman said, "but I'm sure we can work something out satisfactory to both of us. You will, of course, be fabulously paid at least double what you've been earning. And there are fringe benefits. The evening clientele is much more distinguished in general, more the cream of society, shall we say, and they have been known to tip, sometimes quite well."

As Mr. Lipman spoke, he scribbled in his check book and tore out a check, pushing it across the desk at Sally.

"A little bonus to reward two weeks of very good work, darling."

The check was for $250, and Sally stared at it, not quite believing it, while at the same time trying to figure out what she was going to do with all this money she was making.

"Before you go to lunch, dear, please step into my lounge for a sip of wine. We must celebrate your promotion. And by the way, I'd like you to begin your evening shifts this very evening. One of the girls has called in sick. Can you do that, darling? You will, of course, be paid time-and-a-half."

Who could argue with George Lipman? Sally found herself muttering agreements to him as he ushered her into his lounge and locked the door behind them. He poured red wine into two small crystal glasses and gave one glass to Sally. He put his arm around her and toasted her, and they drank. Within two minutes, he'd stripped her naked and had stripped himself too. He positioned her on her hands and knees on the carpet and mounted her from behind like a bull. His cock felt red-hot as it slipped up Sally's cum oozing cunt.

"Oh my darling, oh my angel?" he moaned, humping, grunting, banging her ass with his paunchy belly. "You're so wet inside! Oh look, the cum is oozing out of you!" He spread her asscheeks. "And out of your asshole too! Oh my angel, that's so hot!"

He pulled his cock out of her cunt and guided it between her asscheeks. It sank easily up her asshole, and he started to thrust wildly, his breathing becoming labored.

"What is hotter than a pretty girl's asshole? A pretty blonde girl's asshole."

He caught handfuls of her hair and rubbed it in his face. Then he leaned over and licked her back, all the while screwing his stiff cock in and out of her asshole. He breathed so hard that Sally feared he'd pass out.

She tightened her asshole, squeezing his cock rhythmically with her asshole walls, at the same time wiggling her ass with quick, small rotations. Her loins throbbed inside. Pussycream and cum dribbled from her contracting cunt and ran down her legs. Mr. Lipman's cock sounded like a toilet plunger in her cum-filled asshole.

"Oh my, oh God!" the man gasped. "I'm going to lose it if I keep this up!" He yanked his cock out of her and fell on his back on the floor. "Sit on my face, darling, quickly!"

Sally was dizzy. She nearly fell over the man as she moved to straddle his head. He was beating his cock fiercely. She pressed her asshole to his mouth and felt his tongue slip inside it. In her excitement, she shoved some fingers up her pussy to jerk herself off. George growled, licking and sucking her hot asshole. Then he twisted his face away, puffing his tongue out of her.

"Shit, my darling!" he gasped. "Please shit, oh please! You've got to, angel, you must, oh please! Shit in my mouth! Oh please!" As his hand jerked, his foreskin worked up and down over his shiny, lube-oozing cock knob.

Sally realized that she could skit if she wanted to. She bore down, forcing the shit through her intestines. She heard George Lipman sucking up the fluids that bubbled out of her asshole. He was moaning, masturbating as if he'd rip his cock out at his loins. Sally's fingers pistoned in her own cunt as she simultaneously tried to shit and bring herself off. She felt her turd slide through her bowels and to the entrance of her gaping whole. Bending forward so she could watch between her legs, she saw her turd slide into George Lipman's open mouth, her turd frosted with slimy cunt. To her disbelief, George Lipman sucked on her turd, then began to swallow it. As it moved down his throat, his cum shot so forcefully that it hit Sally in the face and tits. Her cunt whirled to a peak of excitement and went into spasms. She moaned, hot cum pelting her face, the pleasure gnawing through her crotch as she jerked herself off. George Lipman swallowed her entire turd, shooting so much cum that Sally wondered if he'd ever stop coming. He moaned and cooed as if he were experiencing the orgasm of his life.

Finally, Sally crawled off him, her tits and face dripping cum. She crouched over him like a cat and lapped the cum off his flabby skin. Then she cleaned herself off. George watched her, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath. Sally got up to start getting dressed.

"Wait," George said. He struggled up his hands and knees, looking like an old boar, with his flab hanging all over. He crawled behind Sally and licked her ass until it was absolutely clean. Then he crouched down and licked her toes and feet. He licked her legs, moving up to her crotch so he could lick that clean too. "Thank you, darling."

Having dressed, Sally left him lying on the couch, on the verge of a nap. She went to lunch then, dizzy with visions of what had happened in his office.

Back in Sporting Goods after lunch, she found Denise and the two new girls getting along fine. It was obvious by the looks on their faces that Margie and Linda knew everything now about their new job.

The evening shift was like a different job. The Sporting Goods Department no longer belonged exclusively to Sally, but had to be shared with two other girls, both of whom had been working at Lipman's for several years. The girls, Rhonda and Olive, were both college girls, and Sally could tell that they thought of her as a know-nothing teeny-bopper, not even worth talking to. They also seemed bored with their work, neither of them getting excited over all the handsome men who walked in. When a man tried to flirt with them, Sally could tell that they weren't too thrilled. And when that same man went to the fitting room to try on a new warm-up suit, the two women looked at each other, then both of them at Sally. Sally shrugged and went in to take care of the man, which is exactly what she wanted to do.

The man had a big sweaty cock, and Sally sucked it off in less than two minutes. The man didn't even try on the warm-up suit, just went to the counter and bought it, stumbling out of Sporting Goods in a daze.