5 comments/ 24700 views/ 5 favorites Dayton Girls Ch. 01 By: JoeVWade In which our heroine makes a startling discovery about what it means to be a "Dayton girl" in her father's law practice, and embarks on her first oral sexual adventure with her father at the urging of the shapely and mysterious Laura Perkins. Dayton Girls Ch. 02 Our anonymous heroine practices her fellatio skills at Dayton, LLP, under the continued tutelage of Laura Perkins. She befriends a young intern named Daniel and continues her descent into debauchery in a traditional Dayton coming-out party. * My eyes were now open to what was happening at Dayton, LLP. I had enjoyed the pleasures of oral sex for the first time, combined with the pleasures of incest. I had entered into a new relationship with my father and received my first fingering at the hands of another woman. I was ready to take on everything that being a Dayton Girl had to offer. But that's not how things work at Dayton. After the initial trial blowjob, the Dayton way is to slowly ease the new girls into slutdom one day at a time. It's a smart policy, as I've since learned, because not all girls take to sexual activity at the same speed. Some get remorseful and have to be gently eased out of the firm. Others want to immediately put the pedal to the metal, regardless of the consequences. Take poor Jenna Hazard, who sucked her first dick in a Dayton partner's office the morning of her eighteenth birthday, about two months before I arrived. The next day, she didn't show up for work at the secretarial pool as scheduled. Instead, Jenna slipped into the men's restroom, knelt down in front of the urinals and started drinking the piss of everyone who walked in, whether attorney or client or even janitorial staff. When the other secretaries finally tracked her down eight hours later, little Jenna was naked on a mattress in a storage room, taking on cocks in all three holes while stroking two with her free hands. Judging by the amount of cum bubbling down her poor thighs, Jenna must have had two or three dozen men that day without a break. In the trouble that followed, the poor girl had to be let go -- and paid a healthy settlement. Nobody wanted me to turn into another Jenna Hazard, least of all Laura Perkins, who had become something of a mentor to me here at Dayton. I could see her guiding hand in everything that happened to me during those weeks after my eighteenth birthday, and it was a comfort to know that she was looking out for me. Over the next few weeks after Laura helped me give my daddy that initial blowjob, I received a yellow interoffice memo or two every afternoon. Some days there were three. Every memo called for a handjob or a cocksucking, and Laura accompanied me to every one. I would stop by my desk at Dayton after school, grab my yellow memo, and head for my assignment with Laura in tow. She would help me strip down to my panties for the lawyer who had sent the memo, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and watch carefully as I sucked off dick after dick. Long cocks, short cocks, fat cocks, skinny cocks, straight cocks, curved cocks, and all sizes and shapes in between -- I sucked them all. I sucked them under desks and on couches, kneeling on the floor and leaning over chairs, with Laura's fingers caressing my still-virginal pussy and fingering my tight ass. And the cum! Large creamy loads of sperm, thin sweet loads of cum, sharp spicy bursts of cream, thick bubbly mouthfuls of jism -- I swallowed them all and went back for more. To this day, I can't tell you what it is about sperm that I love so much. I'm a confirmed cumslut. I can slurp down a mouthful of cum and tell instantly whether you're a smoker or a vegetarian or a big fan of pineapple. All I can tell you is that my love for that distinctive cream began those weeks at Dayton LLP, on my knees in front of lawyers (and select clients) (and, after word began to spread of my oral talents, more than a few judges and court officials). I had more than my share of orgasms from those blowjobs, either from Laura Perkins' fingers or from my own. But these sessions weren't purely for my pleasure. "Someone's got to give you pointers, honey bunny," Laura said, her fingers stirring my pussy to a lustful froth. And pointers she gave me. I soaked her advice up, because I wanted to be the best. "Tease his asshole with your second and third fingers," she'd whisper in my ear as I dutifully sucked on a junior partner who just wouldn't cum after fifteen minutes of oral stimulation. "Don't put more than the tips of your fingers inside. Just get your fingers wet and gently circle around the hole." The junior partner filled my mouth with delicious jism two minutes and twelve seconds later. (And when I pulled my fingers out of his ass, they didn't taste too bad either.) "Talk to him while you're sucking him off," Laura advised me while I serviced one of the firm's of-counsel attorneys. "Take some time to find out what his fantasies are, and then use them to help him climax." Figuring out the lawyer's fantasies wasn't difficult when I saw the picture of the adorable blonde teenager in the cheerleading outfit on his desk. It turned out that in the attorney's fantasies, his daughter Tanya proved to be quite a formidable cocksucker, and a swallower too. Laura gave me any number of tips during those weeks after my first blowjob. She taught me how to speed up at the right moments and slow down at others. She taught me when to pull off a sensitive tip and simply let the cum spray down my throat. She taught me how to get my fingers wet with my saliva or pussy juice while I caught my breath between mouthfuls, then keep up the intensity by stroking my man's cock and whispering to him his darkest fantasies. Besides me, there were two main beneficiaries of Laura Perkins' teaching. The first was Daniel Boone, the tall and handsome intern, who got to be my cocksucking guinea pig on the days when no yellow interoffice memos arrived for me (or on the days when one mouthful of cum just wasn't enough). Daniel and I had been good friends even before I became a cumslut; being able to give him head just added something special to the friendship. Daniel got used to the sight of me slamming open his door unannounced, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a naughty smile. "I'm a horny slut and I need cum," I'd tell him. Daniel was always happy to oblige. [Editor's note: It should be obvious to the reader that Daniel Boone's real name has been changed to preserve his identity.] The other beneficiary, of course, was Daddy. One helping of that delicious daddy cock simply wasn't enough for me. I needed to keep practicing my skills -- as I said, I was determined to be the best -- and he was happy to further my sexual education. So it wasn't unusual for me to walk into his bedroom after work with a load or two of cum already sloshing around in my belly, and gently push him down onto the bed for another helping. Daddy didn't mind, of course. "Whatever makes my honey bunny happy," he'd say with a grin, minutes before happily emptying his balls down my throat. He tried to pretend that this was all just for me. But I knew that with Mama gone almost five years at that point, he had to be lonesome. I was developing quite a reputation around Dayton, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave the firm my virginity. * The path towards losing my cherry began with Laura Perkins, as usual. She showed up one afternoon after I had finished my filing. (Yes, despite all the shenanigans going on behind closed doors, Dayton was still a real law firm with real clients and work to be done!) The gumdrop nipples poking through Laura's sheer blouse were a clear indicator that she was in a randy mood. Without preliminaries and with a mischievous smile on her face, Laura bent me over and gave me a passionate French kiss right in the middle of the secretary pit. I cooed in surprise and slid my tongue right back into her mouth. A minute later, I felt her hands slide up my skirt and inside my panties. I've had hundreds of men and women finger my pussy in the years since I joined Dayton, but even now I can say that Laura's skill at manipulating my cunt is unmatched. When she walked into the secretary pit, sex was the last thing on my mind; four minutes later, I was panting from a massive triple orgasm that left me drenched halfway to my knees. "What was that for?" I sighed as I collapsed back to my chair with panties around my ankles. Laura made a show of licking my pussy juices off her fingers. "For you, honey bunny," she said. "Because you've been doing such a good job." She finished sucking my cunt off her fingers, then reached into her pocket and lobbed a small cylinder onto my desk. "Do me a favor -- start taking these. One every morning." I looked at the object that clattered across my desk. A bottle of little blue pills, unlabeled. "What are these?" I asked suspiciously. "VITAMINS," SAID LAURA WITH A NAUGHTY GLEAM IN HER EYE. I ARCHED MY EYEBROWS. "VITAMINS?" "COME ON, GIRL, TRUST ME, WHY DON'T YA? THEY'RE PERFECTLY LEGAL. DOCTOR PRESCRIBED. HAVE I EVER STEERED YOU WRONG?" I admitted she hadn't, and then still in a post-orgasmic haze, popped open the bottle and downed one. * Over the next week, the number of yellow memos increased to the point that I was regularly sucking off three men a day. Combine that with my usual late-afternoon blowjob for Daniel Boone and my traditional evening suck-off of Daddy, and that's a lot of protein for a growing girl. There were days when I was so full of cum that I skipped lunch entirely. Not only was I blowing more attorneys, but Laura's fondling had taken on a new level of intimacy and urgency. She was no longer content to just mildly stroke on my hymen with her index finger. Now she was poking that stubborn membrane with her fingernail, testing its strength, trying to determine just what kind of cock should be the one to break through that ribbon of flesh. When she wasn't stretching my cherry, Laura was busy stroking and stretching my pussy lips. Clearly I was being prepared for something. Add the increased level of sexual activity with the blue pills (which I took every morning religiously), and I was pretty sure what lay ahead in my future. I wasn't disappointed. One afternoon, I was summoned to the firm's main conference room for a closed-door meeting. Laura Perkins was nowhere to be seen, nor could I find Daddy or Daniel Boone. In fact, the partners' wing seemed strangely empty that morning. The reader can probably surmise at this point what was waiting for me in that conference room, but I had no such confidence. As I walked down the hall, I had a sudden intuition that I was about to be fired. Had I failed to please someone? (Or had I pleased the wrong person too much?) I opened the door to that conference room and discovered another Dayton tradition: the Taking of the New Girl's Cherry. The large oak conference table that usually filled the center of the room had been pushed back against the wall to hold refreshments. In its place was a queen-sized mattress with black satin sheets. Back against the wall near the conference table was an audience of about two dozen secretaries, attorneys, and Dayton office staff there to act as enthusiastic witnesses for the debauchery that was to follow. Standing around the mattress were no less than eight of my attorney "regulars" -- including both Daniel Boone and my dad. All eight were stark naked, stroking cocks in various states of arousal. Laura Perkins arrived promptly, wearing nothing but high heels and a strap-on of truly monstrous proportions. "Welcome to your coming-out party, honey bunny," she said with a smile. Before I even had time to formulate a reaction to the sight arrayed before me, Laura slipped behind me and reached around me to undo the buttons on my blouse. "So what happens now?" I asked nervously. "Now," said Laura, grinding that black plastic dick sensuously into my ass, "you get to choose who's going to take your virginity." I looked at the eight men standing before me. I had sucked each of them off half a dozen times or more. I was intimately familiar with these cocks, I knew their unique curves and textures and flavors by heart, and there wasn't a dud in the bunch. So whose sperm did I want dribbling out of my newly deflowered pussy? Daddy, who I knew loved me unconditionally? Daniel, for whom I was rapidly developing strong feelings of my own? Or maybe Laura Perkins with her huge dildo? So many good options to choose from. "All right, honey bunny," whispered Laura in my ear, squeezing my tits in her hands and pinching my nipples erect. "Who's it gonna be?" Would I be a true Dayton Girl if I didn't tell Laura I wanted all of them? * All eight I wanted. All eight I got -- and then some. It would certainly make for a more memorable story if I told you that the first man in my pussy was Daniel Boone, and the taking of my virginity was the start of a great romance. Or if the first to taste the pleasures of my cunt was Daddy, the man who had planted me into my mother's cunt eighteen years ago. The truth of the matter is, I don't know exactly who was the first of those men to penetrate that vagina which was soon to know so many dozens of Dayton employees. I think it was Daniel. But as soon as I shucked off my panties and spread myself out on that queen-sized mattress, those eight men piled on top of me in a dizzying rush. I found myself the center of attention of a group of ravenous young attorneys kissing my lips, licking my ears, groping my tits, pinching and sucking on my nipples, grabbing and biting my thighs, poking fingers and tongues in my pussy and my asshole. I gave every one of those cocks a thorough once-over with my tongue in that first five minutes (including Laura's). And before I knew it, a long, thick, masculine shaft was stabbing through that fragile tissue of my hymen and working its way insistently up towards my uterus. I was no longer a virgin. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensations. Some girls wait until their wedding night to let anyone in between their precious thighs, and find their first time either painful or bitterly disappointing. Others pick and choose a man almost at random, looking to just get the loss of their cherry out of the way. As for me... I was being fucked, and fucked hard, by one of the attorneys at the firm where I worked. It could be any one of eight handsome, successful young men deflowering me, men who I had vetted ahead of time, men whose cocks I had sucked off time and time again. I found myself swept away with the raw, primitive rhythm of those heavy balls smacking against my asshole. I thrust my cunt up into the air trying to pull that cock inside me further, further. I pushed out my chest trying to get the lips sucking on my tits to bite down harder. I moaned, I whimpered most undignified things. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my cunt! Cum in my pussy!" As soon as I felt that first hot, wet explosion of cum deep inside my womb, I realized that I didn't want to know whose cock was spurting it inside of me. I was a Dayton girl. I belonged to the firm. This first fuck belonged to me, and nobody else. After that initial fucking, things got a little blurry. I ended up screwing all eight of those men in quick succession, and a few more who had wandered in from the crowd of hooting and cheering Dayton employees. (Not so different from poor Jenna Hazzard after all.) There was not a condom in sight, but armed with the bottle of blue pills that Laura Perkins had given me, I was all right with that. I wanted that cum inside of me, I craved the feeling of hot, thick cream sloshing around in my cunt. Soon I was so full of cum that it began dribbling out down my thighs, down the crack of my ass, all over the mattress. Laura, helpful soul that she was, ended up cleaning up quite a bit of that gooey cream by scooping it with her fingers and depositing it on my tongue. (If you think the taste of a man's cum is heavenly, like I do, just wait until you gulp down the mingled cum of six men. Or eight. Or twelve.) I opened my eyes at one point to find Laura on top of me in the missionary position, pounding that strap-on dildo into my newly devirginized pussy. My cunt had gotten so loose with the sperm and the fingering and the multiple fuckings that I could take in all of that strap-on with ease. I reached up to suck on one of those melon-sized tits, thinking that this little coming-out party would have been quite a painful experience if it weren't for Laura Perkins. Laura, stretching the walls of my pussy. Laura, keeping me wet with anticipation. Laura, preparing me for a life of slutdom. "I love you, Laura," I said, releasing her bullet-hard nipple from between my teeth. Laura paused mid-thrust with at least eight inches of black cock inside me. Then she looked down with an expression of pride and lust and surprise. "You love me?" "I do." "And I love you, honey bunny," said Laura, leaning down for a French kiss of truly epic proportions. * To be continued...