Victoria's Little Sister Christmas Party
Bring your Daddy to Work Day!
by Persephone
Emily Morris had been working at Victoria's Little Sister for six months, and had been a customer there for a year before that - ever since her 13th birthday when her mother had let her go to the mall alone, in a micro miniskirt with no panties. She'd loved the feeling, being independent and sexy, and loved it even more when strangers groped and fingered her in the crowded mall. She'd spread her legs and leaned back against her table in the food court, letting everyone see and touch her naked young pussy, and enjoyed her very first orgasm after mind blowing orgasm in public.
Now at fourteen and a half, Emily was one of the youngest and most valued employees at Victoria's Little Sister. Officially she only worked part time, three hours three days a week after school, but she was always there anyway, hanging out, chatting with excited customers, helping girls choose the best, flirtiest, sluttiest clothes, and sucking off plenty of eager boy's cocks. All she had to do was make very sure that her uptight Daddy didn't find out she worked there.
So when she learned that her favorite store was hosting not just a Christmas party, but a Bring Your Daddy To Work Christmas Party, she thought she saw a way out of her dilemma. Many of the other girls there, including her BFFs Brandi and Nicole, had shared pictures of their daddies fucking them at home, in the car, or at Daddy's work. But Mr Morris had never expressed any incestuous desire for his young daughter's developing body. Emily had kept this embarrassing fact a secret from the other girls at work and hoped that meeting them under the right circumstances would help bring her Daddy out if his shell. She soooo wanted his big cock all the way up inside her like her lucky friends!
Mrs Morris sympathized with her daughter's feelings. She remembered her own adolescent years, and knew it was natural for young girls to be attracted to their father, as natural and beneficial as masturbation. So she worked hard to convince her husband Hank to go along to his daughter's party, even though he thought Victoria's Little Sister was outrageous and unethical, leading young girls into sin and promiscuity. Fortunately, he was right!
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On the evening of the Christmas party, Hank wore a grey turtleneck sweater and tan slacks - which made Emily pout, saying he looked about as festive as a funeral. She wore a Victoria's Little Sister Christmas Special, a red minidress with white fur trim, cut to the waist on one hip and trimmed low and sleeveless on the other side, cut to show plenty of side boob. Emily's breasts were just budding, smooth and inviting, with long rosy nipples. She always received plenty of compliments on her perky little breasts, especially when she giggled and rubbed boy's cum all over them.
The mall was closed, but one door was left open for employee party goers. Winston was the lone, stalwart guard on duty. He held the door open for Emily, grinning in response when she blew him a kiss. A gruff nod is all he got from Emily's father, but he was sure the man's attitude would change before the night was over.
Loud hip hop and dance music filled the store as they entered, and Emily squealed with delight at the sight of nearly-nude live dancers in place of the mannequins, a DJ in one corner, and her two favorite male customers, Ethan and Corey, standing side by side as Brandi stroked one of their cocks in each of her small, elegant hands. She'd seen pictures of Brandi's dad, a tall, handsome black man, and quickly noticed him in the crowd. She'd seen almost as many pictures of Brandi's dad's hard cock as she had of the beautiful teenage girl herself, and was eager to see more in the flesh. He was at the punch bowl, talking to a gorgeous naked woman she didn't recognize.
"You work here?!" Hank Morris growled. "We're leaving this instant and you are never coming back!"
"Oh but Daddy! Look, everyone's having so much fun!" She briefly made eye contact with the naked woman, giving her a pleading expression.
"This is not fun, young lady, this is sin. Disgusting sin. You are never to come here again!" He tugged at Emily's arm. She resisted at first, then started to relent when a sultry voice caught her father's attention.
"Emily Morris! Oh, I've wanted to meet you, I've heard so much about you. And you must be Emily's father! You must be very proud to have such a fine daughter. This young lady has the highest customer-impulse sales record of the year!"
Hank Morris may have disapproved of his daughter's revealing clothes and her place of business, but sales figures he understood. Money talks, always. And this was not some underage bimbo, but a mature woman his own age. He did his best to ignore the fact that she happened to be totally naked apart from her necktie and heels.
"And you are?" he inquired, not quite sure where to direct his gaze.
"Olivia Sawyer. Regional manager for Victoria's Little Sister. I oversee a third of our stores in the country. And your Emily has definitely caught our attention with her charm, wit and business sense. You should be so proud! Mr Morris, I know you have a first name?"
"Um, er, Henry," Mr Morris stammered. This wasn't what he was expecting at all. "I, we were just..."
"Leaving?" Olivia said with a playful pout, "nonsense, Henry, I wouldn't hear of it. Come, let me show you around. Now, you know that Victoria's Little Sister caters to the fantasy of teenage fashion. We help them find their personal style and develop a sense of identity and personal value."
As she talked, she guided him by the elbow to the punchbowl and placed a small glass cup in his hand. He accepted it automatically, nodded as Olivia took a sip and took one of his own. He blinked and took another sip.
"Hey, for Christmas party punch that's not bad," he said, warming to Olivia's presence. She touched his arm lightly and directed him toward the buffet. He followed her like an obedient puppy.
"Check out Olivia and your Dad," Nicole whispered to her friend. Emily nodded and blinked, a bit dumbfounded. She glanced at Nicole's outfit and smiled. A lemon yellow hoodie tight at the waist, with holes displaying her delicious boobs, above a see through mesh skirt with 'Open for Business' and a cock-shaped arrow pointing up to her gorgeous shaved pussy, lips painted to match her lipstick.
"Yeah, Dad's usually not willing to talk to naked women. This is so weird. But I'll be honest, I wanna see where it goes," Emily replied.
"Olivia's good at that. Have you met her? Last year some guy came in here all drunk and rude, some creepy pedo. Security was going to throw him out but she saw past his kink and ended up hiring him after she helped him get cleaned up. Now he runs a store in Ohio somewhere. The first weekend they were open he hired this Norwegian blonde teenage porn star. Now he turns the biggest profit in the state."
"Wow, Nicole, check out Brandi's dad... he's going for it!"
Brandi had happily satisfied her two customers, and was twerking for her daddy, cum still plastered to her pretty, chocolate brown face. Her father had his cock out and was fumbling with his belt while his daughter rubbed her ass suggestively against his thighs. He stepped out of his pants and tore the rest of his little girl's clothes away, spun her around and started kissing her pretty boobs. People cheered as she began stroking his cock even faster, knelt down before him and sucked it into her mouth.
"I love sucking cock," Emily said, looking on with approval, "god I love it so much. But I've never sucked - or even seen - my own Daddy's cock! Can you believe that?"
Nicole stared at her friend for a moment and then shook her head in astonishment.
"Girlfriend, I was letting my brothers fuck me by the time I was twelve! I had my Daddy bang me for my thirteenth birthday. You've never had your Daddy fuck you? And you look this fucking sexy and you work here? Sister, incest is as natural as strapping a dildo to your bicycle seat! Oh, we gotta get you fucking your Daddy. Here, let's slut up your outfit."
Nicole took Emily by the hand and led her to the clothes racks. "Strip outta that Christmas skirt, and we'll find you something hotter. Make your Daddy's cock yearn for your sweet little pussy like a dog after a steak bone." Emily happily peeled out of her dress, teasing her hard little clit with two fingers while they thumbed through the racks. Beyond the public changing area and the big bay window, the mall looked like a ghost town. Emily imagined a crowd of people watching her strip and masturbate, and shivered happily at the thought.
"What do you think, Nic? Daddy's little angel? Innocent fuckable baby?" Emily asked.
"Nah, if we go innocent he might get protective and try to drag you outta here instead. We want him to lose control and ravage you, fuck your brains out. Let's go slut. Biker slut. Put this on, Em."
Nicole handed her a black leather biker jacket, cut to stop just below the nipple, with chains to hold it loosely closed. Her little boobs bounced perkily in the loose jacket, and the cool chains teased her nipples with every breath, making them perk up.
"Nice! Now try this." She pulled a crimson silk skirt up Emily's long, slender legs until it embraced the twin globes of her sexy young ass. Nicole hitched it up a little more, so Emily's tight little pussy lips peeked out beneath the inviting fabric. "And heels, sis. God, if I had a cock, I'd be fucking you." Ankle-high clear plastic fuck-me boots completed the look. Emily considered a hat to match the jacket, but realized nobody would be looking up that high.
"Right, Olivia's got your Daddy all hot and horny by now. As soon as he sees you dressed like this he'll be begging to fuck his little angel!" Nicole tried to kiss her friend on the cheek, but Emily turned her head to bring their lips together in a lingering, porn-worthy kiss.
"Thank you, Nic. I love you so much!" She reached back and gave her friend's ass a firm squeeze.
They walked back to the front of the store, to see Brandi nude, straddling her father's body on the floor and rubbing his about-to-cum cock on her boobs while people cheered. Olivia and Mr Morris were watching from their vantage point by the show window. She had his pants unzipped and was stroking his cock in full view of everyone. Emily watched in her father in fascination as he did things in public she'd never seen in the privacy of their home.
"Go join Brandi, girl. Suck her Daddy's big black cock. Let your Dad see you. He'll be all over you like white on rice."
Emily was a little apprehensive about letting her straight-laced father see her doing something so blatantly sexual, but this was not a normal situation or a normal party. The sluttily dressed fourteen year old strolled over to Brandi, where her father looked up from fucking his daughter and smiled broadly at her.
"Damn little girl, check you the fuck out! You want somma Brandy's gettin?"
Brandi smiled up at her friend and held out her Daddy's stiff cock as Emily sank to her knees before them. The two teenage sluts kissed, her Daddy's hard cock now being fondled by four feminine hands. He reached up and slid his hand into her loose jacket, letting one breast slip into view, and began to caress her hardening nipple.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Honey, you got it goin' on! Ohhhhh my GODDD!!!!"
He shouted his pleasure as his cock erupted, spraying both girls with copious strands of sticky white cum. Emily gasped at the sight as Brandi scooped a load of cum from her cheek and slid two fingers into Emily's mouth.
"Best cum ever," Brandi said with a wink. Emily licked her lips and grinned, then leaned down to lap even more cum from her Daddy's body. She made sure to wiggle her pretty ass so her Daddy could see, as Olivia and some of the other employees cheered. Nicole was preoccupied giving a lap dance to an older gentleman.
"Hey, that's..." Hank Morris paused and waved his arm in her direction as he suddenly glimpsed his sluttily dress daughter sucking on a strange man's cock.
"That's my, my Emily! Holy-holy, Emily, you sl…" he paused as Olivia ran her long fingers along the shaft of his exposed cock. Emily smiled to herself at the shock in his voice, but pretended not to hear. She was afraid what he'd do if she made eye contact.
"Emily, you are not..."
The party goers turned at the sound of his shout to watch him try to decide what to do. He tore himself away from Olivia's grasp and strode to where Emily was kneeling and licking cum from Brandi's dad's shaft. Mr Morris grabbed his daughter by the arm and hoisted her to her feet to face him.
"Little lady, you don't know..." he stopped again at the sight of his young daughter clad only in a sexily cut biker jacket, one beautiful boob on display, her silky red skirt bunched up around her waist to expose her wet, smooth, fuckable pussy.
"Oh sweet Jesus! Emi - Emily, you need to be, be…, be fucking, you need to be su-sucking your daddy's cock," her father babbled as his resistance crumbled. "Dressed like that, oh Jesus, let Daddy show you what he made you for."
Emily stood facing her father. She reached boldly out, took his hands in hers, and placed them firmly on her bare ass as she melted into his embrace. She leaned in and kissed him, deeply and passionately. Then she slid slowly down his body, back to her former position on her knees. He grasped a handful of her hair behind her head as she unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor, then delicately parted her pouty lips and slid his massive erection into her hungry mouth.
"Ohhh fuck, Emily, oh Jesus, why didn't I do this to you years ago? I never knew you could be so good! Oh fucking fuck, fuck, baby girl, ohhhh fuck, suck it, baby. Suck it so good." He thrust himself rhythmically into her mouth as he spoke, banging his crotch into her lips.
Suddenly she pulled back and looked up at him. "Daddy?" she said, looking up at him with wide eyes. Here it is, she thought, it's now or never. Oh please let this work!
"Daddy? Do you want to fuck me Daddy? Fuck your very own little girl right now?"
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Hank Morris paused, and a flash of his old reluctance glittered in his eyes, but was quickly chased away by lust and desire. He tore her silk skirt away from her body. Emily opened her jacket and let her father see her entire body fully exposed, see his daughter for the first time, as an object of lust and desire.
"God baby," he growled, "let me fuck that teenage pussy of yours. Oh god I need you so much!"
"Please Daddy… Right now! I want you so much..."
Hank Morris stroked his cock as he watched his precious daughter lay back on the padded floor, her long legs parted invitingly, until he fell forward onto her to slide his cock into her tight, moist, yearning fourteen year old pussy. He grunted as he fucked her, and tears of joy ran down her face as she felt her Daddy's cock enter her at last. He thrust eagerly into her, fucking with the passion of a horny teenage boy.
Emily moaned aloud, her little cries a mixture of passion and happiness, her pent-up desire melting away. She moaned deeply as her Daddy fucked her, urgently and hard, thrusting himself deeply into his gorgeous little slut of a daughter. They rode together, two lovers discovering each others needs as they satisfied their own, until at last Hank Morris cried out as his cock exploded his seed deep into his teenage daughter's yearning pussy. He spasmed, climaxed, and finally fell gasping onto her heaving chest as she cried out her own explosive climax.
The entire store went silent with awe, reveling in the sight of the father and daughter satisfying their incestuous desire.
"God... oh god, Emily, I've been such an ass. You are so beautiful. So very beautiful. My precious little angel. My precious little slut."
"Hush daddy," she whispered stroking his hair. She loved the feeling of his cock still inside her, his weight on her body.
They gradually became aware of the world around them again, and sat up to see Olivia kneeling by them, holding two large cups of punch.
"This is what your daughter has been trying to teach you, Hank. She always wanted to love you. She needed to let you inside."
Hank Morris took a gulp of the punch and looked from Emily to Olivia and back.
"Forgive me for being so blind, Emily. You can work here as long as you want. And you'll be seeing a lot more of me and my friends."
Emily leaned upward and kissed her father's sweaty cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Daddy! I love you."
Later that evening, Emily slipped her biker jacket back on but left it wide open, and didn't wear anything else. Her father, like most of the other men at the party, eventually joined her casual nudity.
"How did you do it, Olivia? Make him come around so fast?" Emily asked quietly.
"I can spot a 'bad Daddy' a mile away, Em. I keep a dose of Horny Spirit handy, and I poured it into his punch. Being nude helped a lot, too."
"You spiked my Daddy's drink with an aphrodisiac?!" Emily laughed.
"And it worked great, didn't it? Call it a special little Christmas treat from Santa."
"Merry Christmas, Olivia. I love you."
"I love you too, you pretty little slut. And I think it's time to put it into practice."
