Kate liked to be in charge. She was ambitious and became a successful business owner in her mid-twenties. Now she was twenty-nine. She was well-liked by her staff. Today, as always, she strode into the office with a bounce to her step and a noticeable jiggle from her plump breasts. She knew appearances were important so she always tried to project confidence no matter what was on her mind.
She wore her chestnut brown hair back in a bun, more business-like, she thought. She had on very little makeup except for glossy pale red lipstick. Her pale green eyes were framed by glasses that matched her chestnut hair. Her outfit consisted of a light peach blouse buttoned down the front, a black just above the knee skirt, black sheer stockings and low pumps. Her blouse was fashionable, with just a few buttons undone to show off her deep cleavage.
Soon, however, Kate was flustered and it unnerved her. She had just finished yelling at Jen, her bright, dedicated and cheerful assistant because of a few simple mistakes made on a report. It was really nothing, but Kate let loose on Jen, bringing her to the verge of tears and Kate felt awful.
It created such a scene. Kate prided herself on creating a business environment that was warm and encouraging. This outburst was going to take time to be forgotten and overlooked by her employees, especially Jen.
Later in the day, Kate called Jen into her office and offered her a sincere apology. Jen accepted it graciously but then asked whether everything was okay since this wasn’t like Kate.
“I’m okay,” Kate replied, touched by her assistant’s kindness but she really couldn’t tell Jen why she was so edgy today.
Both Kate and Jen felt better after Kate apologized, and Kate was looking forward to the end of the day. She hardly got any work done today and couldn’t focus. It wasn’t just due to her yelling at Jen and feeling bad, which she still did. No, it was because she was so sexually wound-up yet frustrated at the same time. She needed to cum and to cum soon but couldn’t.
She made a big mistake two nights ago when she masturbated without permission and her daddy punished her. He told her she couldn’t touch her pussy until the end of today. That was punishment enough, but then Daddy texted her this morning and told her she couldn’t wear panties but to wear her blue-jeweled butt plug instead. She inserted her butt plug right after her morning shower and her pussy got damp almost immediately. She knew then it was going to be a long, sexually frustrating day. Every time she moved, she felt the butt plug. Every time she had a free moment, she thought of the butt plug and Daddy’s cock impaling her. The day was going to be torture. Daddy even wanted a picture of her naked backside sent to him before she left for the office to ensure she was following his orders.
This was a new relationship for her and it was very unexpected. A month ago, she met a potential new client for lunch. He was an older man in his fifties. He was tall, fit and handsome, she thought when they first met and he was a gentleman pulling her chair out for her at the table. The business lunch started out all business but then his flirting started. She responded by saying she was touched by his interest and compliments but she was a married woman. He just smiled, laughed it off and continued to flirt and compliment her. For some reason, she let him. There was something about the playful glint in his dark eyes, the tone of his voice that she found appealing and made her heart beat faster. She felt the sexual tension building and felt him reeling her in with his charm and forwardness. His eyes at one point seemed to be undressing her, and it made her nipples stiffen.
Then he shocked her and told her he wanted her and knew she needed guidance. She would never forget his first command to her, “Take off your panties, baby girl.”
“Here?” she meekly asked, no longer being in charge.
“Yes, go to the ladies’ room, remove them and hand them to me at the table,” he replied in a husky commanding voice. “Furthermore, address me as Sir or Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy," she quietly replied. Damn, how his confident deep voice mesmerized her.
She should have slapped him and got up, but she did exactly what he told her. When she pulled off her white lace panties, they were soaked. Then to make matters worse, when she returned to the table and was about to hand the panties to him, the waiter arrived to take the order. She paused, clenched the panties tightly in her hand hiding them from the waiter’s view.
“Give them to me,” Daddy ordered in front of the waiter. She did just that.
“Drenched, just as I thought,” he smiled before finishing their order with the waiter. She turned deep red as the waiter looked at her, shook his head in wonderment and then left them. She was never so humiliated and aroused at the same time.
After lunch, Daddy took her to his apartment and put her over the side of the bed and fucked Kate twice. She didn’t return to the office afterwards and rushed home instead so she could shower away the evidence of being fucked before her husband came home.
It still gave her chills thinking about their first meeting.
That was a month ago and so much had happened since then. He continually seemed to be testing her and raising the stakes every time they met. It still surprised her how submissive she was with him but also how wet and excited Daddy made her.
She regretted not following his orders. He had spanked her before for not listening but this was far worse. However, there was only one more hour to go before she could go meet Daddy and hopefully, he would let her cum. Just then, Jen rang on the intercom, “There is a Mister Walker to see you. I didn’t see an appointment on your calendar but he was adamant that you would see him. Should I let him in?”
Kate gulped and realized; her daddy was here.
“Did you hear me? Should I let him in?” Jen repeated over the intercom, this time louder.
Kate was flustered all over again. “Please let him in, Jen,” Kate finally replied.
Jen escorted Mr. Walker, who walked in with a sly grin on his face as he held out his hand. “A pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Phillips. I just came to check up on my order to see if it was being properly fulfilled.”
Jen heard this, and being ever helpful and trying to make up for her earlier mistake, replied, “I can check that for you, Kate, if you want.”
“I would like that. You can see if my order was placed properly,” Mr. Walker enthusiastically replied.
“No, no, that is alright. I will handle it,” Kate stammered as she ushered Jen out and locked the door before turning to face her daddy.
“Sir, I thought we were going to meet tonight.”
“Like I said before your lovely, young assistant offered to help, which would have been very interesting, I am here to make sure you are following my instructions.”
“I am, Daddy,” Kate meekly replied. “And I am so incredibly horny.”
“Is that so, let Daddy see. Take off your skirt.”
“Right now?” Daddy raised an eyebrow to Kate’s improper response.
“Sorry, right now, Daddy?”
“Yes, I want to make sure you aren’t wearing panties. Oh, let me unlock your door too, in case I need Jen to help with your inspection,” Daddy winked.
“No, please, Daddy,” Kate pleaded as she reached back and unzipped her black skirt and let it drop to the floor. “What if Jen or someone else comes in?” Somehow, this both scared and excited Kate and she felt a sudden urge to be exposed.
“Then they can see what a lovely pussy you have,” Daddy taunted as he admired her smooth shaved pussy, which was framed by her red and black garter belt and black stockings. “Come closer,” he urged as he reached out and lightly ran two fingers up her nylon-clad thighs until they slipped between her puffy pussy lips, spreading them. “So wet,” he approvingly moaned as he continued teasing and exploring the folds of her labia and rubbing her little nub, making her legs weak.
