The Working Girl Part Two

Yes, I’m back, with a salacious new tale about our heroine, as she goes further than ever in her pursuit of perfect orgasms, and large amount sof cash!

When you last heard from me, life had gotten horribly complicated by my fucking my father. Yes, I’m sure it’s wrong somehow, but well, I love him. It’s complicated, let’s just put it that way. My summer at home before heading out to law school was awkward at first, but Mom spent tons of time with her various charities and other adventures which left time enough for us to have some truly incredible sex. We also got away with a two week “business trip” that I accompanied him on. He DID work, but I spent the entire time as his fuck toy. Which I simply adored. I left for Georgetown Law School and wasted no time establishing myself with local gentlemen of quality. I tried to stay away from men in office as they get watched a little too closely for my tastes, but wealthy lobbyists? Perfect. Lots of disposable cash, and they were usually exquisite in their tastes, which meant the finest restaurants, hotels, etc. were mine for the asking. I’d paid off my first year of law school before Christmas break. Did I mention I’m not cheap?

I’d even gotten to pop a cherry as a local college football coach set me up to uh, “break in” a promising quarterback who’d led a very sheltered life. The boy in question was as innocent as new driven snow, but not after he left. I taught that boy every trick in my arsenal, and we went well over my allotted time, but I really didn’t care. The lad was hung nicely, and sweet, and had stamina that was nothing short of incredible. Other than some awkwardness when he wanted to be my boyfriend, he was a joy to play with.

Ah, Sunday night, a wonderful time had been had with an oil man who’d boasted of everything in Texas being bigger and he hadn’t been far wrong. His cock was insatiable, and at eight plus, he’d given me a workout. He’d also given me a thousand dollar designer original dress because he thought I’d look good in it. Benefits. I love my job. I was caught up as far as schoolwork and was holding down a 3.85 so the family was happy. Time to call Daddy.

I should point out that he’s quite fine with my “career”, and often asks me to recount various adventures to him. When we’re together sexually, he never forgets to call me Melissa as well. It keeps him happy, and it keeps me happy, so I’m not going to make an issue of it being an even weirder component to our twisted relationship.


“How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Doing great daddy! 3.85 GPA, not quite the dean’s list, but not far off it. The kids are great as well.”

That’s for the benefit of Mom, who still thinks I’m a nanny.

“I should be home for spring break in a few weeks, time to relax.”

“You’re not going to vacation with your school friends?”

“Nope, I’d rather spend it at home with some of my old friends. We’re going to do a bit of partying, but save a few dollars.”

“Well, you do know your mother’s going to be out of the country for most of that. Some big deal to see to in Asia with a kid’s charity. Might give us some time to spend together.”

That nearly had me wetting my panties right there. Fucking my father for the first time in my clean, spacious and totally impersonal apartment was one thing, fucking him in the bedroom I’d grown up in was quite another. As was fucking in the bed he shared with Mom. And the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, his den, his office, the guest rooms, but I digress.

“Actually have some interesting news for you. My company’s making me an offer to get into the lobbying business if I step down as CFO in two months. In other words, I’ll be spending some time near you. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds incredible, but you know I’ll keep working. I’ve almost got my second year paid off and I don’t want to get behind.”

“As long as you tell me some good stories, I’m OK with that.”

“Never fear Daddy, I’ve got some good ones!”

We hung up with the promise to call again soon.


It’s two months later, spring break was a blast, and I loved seeing my old friends, plus Daddy and I did a fair amount of fucking. He’s already been by to see me here and we of course had a good time. He actually makes more money now, and didn’t hesitate to spend it on me. He was really coming to mean a lot to me. That was getting weird, but I really didn’t care. We’d loved each other for years, we just didn’t mind expressing it physically. To hell with the “rules” and such.

The only problem I’m having is one of desires. Due to my relationships, I’d explored a number of fantasies, and had enjoyed them all fully, but in my digital porn collection there was some stuff I’d been looking to try, but some worries about safety had kept me from trying them. I always did Daddy bareback, but I knew that he was only with Mom or me. The thought though, of having several guys doing me gang bang style and coming all over me, and inside me? That got me very excited.

How though? I knew damn right well that oral sex was pretty safe (I’m a discrete spitter), and there’s no worries if a guy comes all over my tits, but an all out cumfest? Four or five guys blowing their loads in and all over me? How exactly does one make sure you’re safe? I’ve had dozens of men ask for bareback sex, and it’s always a resounding NO. I do enjoy it with with Daddy, but like I said, that’s special.

A knock on my door surprised me and I was thrilled to see Daddy when I opened it. A nice, wet kiss followed and we more or less headed straight to the bedroom. A spectacular fuckfest followed topped off by Daddy taking me anally, and of course coming deep inside me. He introduced me to anal, and I loved it and had offered it to select gentlemen, but always covered. I so loved the feeling of his cum and lube dripping out though. As I lay there enjoying the feeling I asked him how he would feel about my trying a gangbang.

“Well, safety’s an issue, but I’m sure you’ve thought of that.”

“Of course, you’re the only guy that ever gets to put it in me uncovered, but it would be just…exciting to try it. Laying on a rubber sheet, just covered in cum, with it in my hair, my mouth, my ass, my pussy? That’s pretty wild, but like you said, safety. It’s something that would hold me back. I mean, I know you’re safe, but how can I trust anyone else unless it’s a guy I’ve known for a long time.”

“Hmmm. I’ve got an idea, don’t know how you’d like it, but my firm does employ people who are very good at finding out things. Like which elected officials might be, ah, receptive to our industry, and so on. No, we don’t blackmail anyone, I wouldn’t be part of that, but if we know a guy is short on campaign funds, a discrete donation puts him in our corner. If we find a guy who isn’t happy with his wife, we’ll hook him up with someone like you, he likes Cuban cigars and can’t afford to be seen buying them overseas? All kinds of things like that. I could put some discrete feelers out there, and find some guys that’d be into that sort of scene, and then take a good look at their backgrounds, and quite probably get their statuses checked as well.