Frank Brown: Wild naughty daughter

Sally sat up, alarmed. "Are you all right?"

George shook his head slightly.

"Yes!" he gasped weakly. He wheezed so violently that Sally froze where she sat with panic.

A minute later, the man was breathing more normally. He turned his head toward Sally, eyeing her crotch, from which oozed his own slimy cum.

"Darling, do you think you can pee?"

Sally giggled with self-conscious embarrassment. She'd just been thinking that she had to pee, and pee badly.

"Yes sir."

"Come here darling, quickly."

Sally's tits jiggled as she got up and moved toward the man. For some reason she felt self conscious about her nakedness and she covered her pussymound with her hands.

"Stand over my face, darling. Yes, like that." He turned his head and kissed her foot. "Now squat, my angel, and hold open your pussy real wide."

Sally couldn't imagine where this was all leading, but she surely wasn't going to question the desires of her new employer just because she was feeling a little self-conscious. She squatted low, hauling her elastic pussylips wide apart. She looked down and saw her pussycream and cum dripping into his open mouth.

"Pee!" George gasped, gazing into her crotch.

"In your mouth?" Sally said, flabbergasted. "Yes," George said. "Quick, pee, now!" Even though her bladder was bursting, Sally had to strain a little to get her piss-flow going. Her boss's weird request made her feel slightly sick, even a little afraid. Was he crazy?

The dam broke and her piss gushed out straight into George Lipman's open mouth. The yellow fluid filled his mouth quickly, but George started to swallow before his mouth overflowed. Then he swallowed rapidly, guzzling down her piss as it hissed from her cunt. As Sally watched, she had the mischievous urge to piss between the man's eyes, then to rub her piss dripping, slime-oozing crotch all over his face, and to make him suck out her cunt.

As her piss-flow slowed, George lifted his head and plastered his mouth to her open cunthole, sucking the last of her piss directly from her pisshole. His tongue snaked into her cunt and he started to lick her out. Sally went weak all over. She couldn't prevent herself from sitting on the man's face with her full weight. As he gnawed on her cunt, she rubbed her crotch in his mouth, moaning, almost growling. His hands came up and started to squeeze her tits.

Sally couldn't believe it, but she needed to come again. She'd just came twice in quick succession, but her pussy was as hot and itchy as if she hadn't come at all. She tossed her head from side to side, her long blonde hair tickling her lower back. She'd brought her knees to the floor and was riding the man's head, grinding her teenaged crotch in his sucking mouth.

"Suck it!" she hissed, feeling slightly cruel. "Eat it up, oh, yessss!"

She growled, humping herself against George Lipman's face, using his head as she sometimes used a pillow in her bedroom to squeeze between her legs and rub herself off. This was much better than a pillow, though. No pillow had a fat wet tongue to stick up her pussy. No pillow sucked.

"Lick, suck, make me come!"

George pinched her nipples until she nearly screamed. He pulled on them, stretching them, twisting them. Sally's cunt contracted madly. George choked on the juices that gushed out of her. Sally went crazy, fucking the man's mouth. Her body filled with tension, prickled in every cell with fuck-itch and heat. Her loins swelled with tightness and heat and the pleasure surged through her crotch. As she began to come, she almost toppled off the man. It was only his grip on her tits that kept her in the saddle of his hard sucking mouth.

"Eat me!" she squeaked. "Oh yes, oh God, oh fuck!" She ground her spasming crotch in the man's mouth, feeding him her sizzling girlmeat. The fuck-thrills shot all through her body and she quivered from head to toe with each spasm.

George Lipman kept sucking long after her orgasm had throbbed itself out. He couldn't get enough of her teenage cunt. When he let her go free before he'd sucked her inside-out. He reached out and caught her leg.

"Wait, angel, hold it just like that! Oh my, what an ass!" He forced himself to his hands and knees and started to sniff her ass like a dog. Then he started to lick her asscrack. Suddenly, he slipped his tongue into her asshole.

Sally couldn't believe it! She'd never imagined anybody doing such a thing – licking out her asshole! As shocked as she was, though, she couldn't prevent the prickling excitement from running through her asshole, couldn't stop her ass from wiggling with excited little rotations.

George slipped his tongue out.

"Darling, might you possibly have to shit?"

Sally was speechless.

"Please, darling, if you can shit, please shit for me."

"I can't," Sally managed to stammer, even though she felt so sick to her stomach momentarily that she probably could have easily enough.

"A pity," George Lipman said. "Some other time."

The Sporting Goods Department was located in the basement of Lipman's Department Store. After George Lipman had led Sally to Women's Clothing to be outfitted for work, he'd left instructions that she be taken down to Sporting Goods and introduced to Cleo for training. George told Sally that he would see her again soon to see how she was getting along. He'd warned her earlier that whatever was said or done when she was with him in private was to be kept absolutely confidential. If she were ever to violate that confidentiality, even with one stray word, she would be immediately fired. He'd then presented her with a check for $500 – a bonus in celebration of her hiring, a sort of "Welcome to the Lipman family," as he called it.

Sally felt as if she were floating on air as she was led down to Sporting Goods in the elevator. She was wearing a brand-new dress and shoes, and she had a check for $500 clutched in her hand. The dress, which showed off her figure and tits as no other dress she'd ever worn had, was also worth ten times as much as any dress she'd ever owned. And now the dress was hers, a gift of George Lipman's, as were the expensive shoes she wore on her bare feet. Strangely, they'd outfitted her with a dress and shoes, but not with any underclothing or stockings. She was completely naked under her dress. The high-cut skirt of the dress showed off her legs, and the low-cut top displayed not only much of the flesh of her tits, but supported them in such a way that they looked even more well-developed than they already were. Under her dress, her thighs rubbed together lubriciously as she smiled, slick with George Lipman's cum, which continued to ooze out of her slowly, drop by drop.

It surprised her that he'd injected her with so much.

Cleo was a college-age woman, wearing a dress much like Sally's, only blue instead of green. She was a blonde, like Sally, but her hair was hardly shoulder-length, let alone waist-length, as Sally's was. She was getting married, she said, and would be leaving town shortly. She wondered if she was making the right decision, but it was too late to change her mind now. All the wedding invitations had been sent out, and she and her fiance had already leased an apartment in the city where he was attending graduate school in computer science.

"Where did you meet him?" Sally asked.

Cleo blushed. "Here, as a matter of fact. He kept coming back and coming back, and after a while he had me hooked. Maybe the same thing will happen to you, doll, so watch out!"

Now it was Sally's turn to blush. She'd never even been out on a real date with a boy, and it would be years before her mother allowed her to marry.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm much too young to get hooked."

Cleo laughed. "No girl is too young, doll – especially no girl that works in this store."