Dayton Girls Ch. 01

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.

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I had never paid much attention to the interoffice envelopes that came into the secretarial pool when I was a teenager. I did filing and occasional indexing for my dad and his fellow lawyers at Dayton LLP, and the yellow envelopes were never for me.

The other secretaries seemed to find them important, however. The envelopes streamed into the maze of cubicles we called "the secretary pit" at the rate of one or two an hour. A group of women, whoever was available, would take the interoffice envelopes into the secretarial conference room, where they discussed the contents and presumably assigned someone to deal with them. Then one or sometimes two secretaries would march off to an attorney's office with a look of excitement and determination on their faces. They would return an hour or two later, looking flushed but otherwise normal. It was a mystery I didn't have much curiosity in solving.

But now it was 1963, and I had just turned 18. I was no longer content to just do the menial tasks after school that the other secretaries tossed my way. It was time to get serious about my work if I was going to get into a good college. Getting serious, my high school guidance counselor had told me, meant taking risks. It meant stepping outside my comfort zone. So I asked to start receiving interoffice envelope assignments.

There was much discussion among the secretaries and senior partners (including my dad) over the next few days, which I did my best to ignore. Lots of surreptitious looks from lawyers, lots of whispered conversations. I'm not sure what I did to convince them, but finally the powers that be at Dayton LLP agreed to let me take yellow envelope assignments.

I was so excited the day my first interoffice envelope arrived. I dressed in my best black skirt and white button-down shirt, and bought a new pair of shoes especially for the occasion. At nine-thirty a.m., the first envelope of the day arrived.

Laura Perkins, one of the younger and shapelier secretaries, came over to my chair and put her arm around my shoulder. "Ready for your first envelope?" she asked.

I turned around to be faced with the round soft curve of one perky Perkins breast through a soft cashmere sweater. Judging by the way her nipple poked through that material, she wasn't wearing a bra. "Ready," I said uncertainly.

Laura seemed to be getting a kick out of this. I could see a group of secretaries peeking around the door frame of the conference room, beaming with good will. "Okay, here's your assignment," she said. "Don't worry, I'll be there with you the whole time."

She drew a single sheet of paper out of the envelope and laid it on the desk in front of me. My jaw dropped. Here's the form that was typed neatly at the top of the piece of paper:

___ Fingering

___ Pussy eating

___ Ass licking

___ Breast fondling

___ Breast sucking

___ Tit fuck

___ Handjob

___ Blowjob

___ Swallow

___ Snowball

___ Fuck, man on top

___ Fuck, woman on top

___ Fuck, doggy style

___ Ass fuck

___ Double penetration

___ Triple penetration

___ Lesbian show

___ Threesome

___ Strap-on

___ BDSM

___ Extreme bondage

The words "Blowjob" and "Swallow" were checked off in red pen. And what's worse, the requesting attorney at the top of the memo was none other than my dad. [Editor's note: A copy of this very memo was included with this memoir.]

Laura's perky Perkins nipple swelled to epic proportions as she saw my reaction, and I could have sworn that I heard one of the other secretaries titter. "Let's go, honey bunny," said Laura, putting one arm around my waist and tugging me firmly in the direction of my dad's office. I went along.

By the time we had rounded the first corner, Laura's hand was already beginning to take liberties with my ass, but I was too dazed to pay much attention. It felt like my whole reality had just turned inside-out. My own father wanted me to give him a blowjob? And swallow, no less? I had never even seen a grown man naked, much less sucked a cock -- and I really had no idea what cum looked like, much less what it tasted like. Was I being set up for failure? Was this someone's idea of a practical joke?

Then I thought about my high school guidance counselor's advice again. Take some risks, step outside your comfort zone. I decided that I would at least see if this bizarre assignment was for real.

In retrospect, I'm glad that Laura Perkins chose to accompany me on this first assignment. And I'm glad that she got so bold with my ass in the hallway. By the time we stood outside the frosted door of my dad's office, her hand had gone up the back of my skirt and was gently caressing the soft skin inside my panties. It felt... good.

We stopped in front of Daddy's door. Laura turned me around to face her with her left hand, while her right slid from my ass to my rapidly moistening pussy. "Sure you're ready?" she said, cupping the mons that nobody but me had ever cupped before.

"I-I think so," I replied.

"Because we can turn around and give this assignment to someone else if you want. Nobody's going to pressure you. I'm serious about that, K-----."

I nodded.

"You know what a blowjob is, right? Have you sucked cock before?"

"Of course I know what a blowjob is," I replied, putting on an air of familiarity that I didn't feel. "No, I haven't done it before. But what's there to know? You just keep sucking until he cums, right?"

"And doing this to your own dad? No problems with that?"

I gulped. "You've got to start somewhere."

One Perkins finger probed its way between the lips of my virgin pussy and made a wet squelching noise. I had had a girlfriend squeeze my panties at a sleepover once, but nobody had ever done that to me before. "You'll do just fine," said Laura, smiling at the wetness she found there. She sawed the finger back and forth for a few seconds to bring even more moisture down from deep inside.

And then she opened the door.

My dad was an extremely handsome man and the youngest partner in the firm. Most of the partners in Dayton LLP were handsome and athletic, but even among such a group my dad stood out. And he always dressed to the nines in fancy Brooks Brothers suits and classy ties. When I walked in his office, he was sitting on his visitor's couch waiting for me. (I learned later that not many of the lawyers even bothered with the visitor's couch for blowjobs, preferring to get their knobs gobbled at their desk chairs, often while on the phone with a client. My dad, it seems, was looking out for me.)

"Hi, honey bunny," said Daddy cheerfully. "Ready to become a real Dayton girl?" His eyes were on Laura's hand, which I suddenly realized had never come out of my panties.

My eyes were on Daddy's crotch and the lump that seemed to be rapidly stirring inside those expensive slacks. Maybe it was the finger sawing lazily back and forth in the groove of my pussy, but I suddenly wanted to see that Daddy dick, really bad. "Ready if you are, Daddy," I said.

Laura was certainly ready. "Let's get some of these clothes off you first," she said as she proceeded to unbutton my blouse and shuck off my skirt. Within the space of two minutes, she had me down to nothing but a pair of very wet panties and a bra that suddenly felt two sizes too small. I was a little embarrassed to be standing in front of my dad with such a visibly wet pussy, yet I saw nothing but love in his eyes.

Laura Perkins gently pushed me onto my knees, and on my knees I walked forward towards my Daddy's crotch.

I reached up and pulled the zipper down. Laura and Daddy watched expectantly.

Before I could even wonder what to do next or how to get my father hard, his cock started rising out of his crotch of its own accord. It was a big, thick monster with veins running up and down the sides and a purplish head the size of a small plum. There was a droplet of something that looked like milk leaking from the tip. I wasn't sure how I planned to even get my hand around that thing, much less take it in my mouth.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want," said Daddy gently. "You can start another day."

I was about to agree with him when I felt fingertips at the clasp of my bra. With one smooth motion, Laura Perkins unhooked that bra and had my breasts out in the open. They were D cups, big for my age. My bra removed, Laura reached around and clasped my tits in her hands -- causing Daddy's veiny monster to come to life. It must have grown another half-inch right then and there, and as it lurched upwards I could see a small trickle of that creamy liquid flow off the crown.

Suddenly I realized I wanted to taste that liquid, very badly. I wanted to suck Daddy's cock.

I closed my eyes, leaned forward and extended my tongue.

From the instant that first drop of sperm plopped onto my tongue, I knew I was hooked. I'd never given a thought to what cum tasted like before that day, and so I had no expectations. But the taste of that first drop -- musky, creamy, salty -- seemed like it had been designed for my palette alone. Delicious. I took the head of Daddy's prick into my mouth and slurped the next few globs of pre-cum down. Then I opened my eyes and made a decision: I wanted more of that tasty drink. A lot more.

Daddy let out a soft and sexy moan.

Since that day, I've watched (and sometimes assisted) a number of Dayton girls giving their first blowjob. I know now that I took to sucking cock unusually well. I didn't know how to deep throat, but still I slurped that monster down to the back of my throat without gagging. Many girls, especially the ones who've never seen it before, don't know how to establish a bobbing rhythm on the shaft, and I've become an expert at guiding a girl's mouth up and down with a gentle hand on the back of her head. I needed no such guidance.

Laura could clearly see that I was a natural, and she left me alone to develop my own style. Because of that, she was free to concentrate on keeping me warm and wet and excited. Her hands squeezed and caressed my tits for several minutes as I sucked, and then gradually moved south to my rapidly steaming pussy. As her digits slipped up and down the tunnel of my sex, Laura took one of my ears in her mouth. Before long, I was not only on my way to receiving my first mouthful of cum, but I was heading for my first orgasm from another girl's fingers at the same time.

Laura took her tongue out of my ear and looked up at my father. "She's good, huh?" she said in a husky whisper.

"Incredible," agreed Daddy, panting heavily as he thrust his shaft deep into my mouth. "In fact -- she's so good -- I'm going to -- I'm gonna..."

He came.

Most Dayton girls have no hesitation swallowing. I don't know why, maybe it's something in the water. But over the years, I've seen plenty of girls lose the shaft at that point and let the cum go spurting on their face. I've seen some forget to swallow and accidentally dribble cum all over the man's balls, I've seen others swallow too eagerly and wind up with gobs of cream spewing out of their nose. I did none of those things. From the first blast, my throat was open and ready to receive my Daddy's jism.

"Oooooh," groaned my father.

Laura Perkins helped, as was her wont. "Swallow your Daddy's cum," she whispered in my ear as two fingers pinched my clit. "Drink down all that yummy Daddy juice, baby. The delicious sperm that made you eighteen years ago. Swallow, swallow, swallow."

I did. And as jet after jet of hot cream slid into my tummy, Laura slid two fingers up my pussy until they tapped gently on the membrane of my hymen. I thought for a second that she was about to pop my cherry with those fingers -- and I was ready for her to -- but evidently she had other plans for that cherry. Instead Laura slipped those cunt-slimy fingers out of my pussy and muscled them up my ass, as far as they would go, in one sharp, firm motion.

I came.

A minute later, I was crawling on top of Daddy on my knees, sharing the last few gobs of his cum in a deep, passionate French kiss. Laura Perkins cleaned our crotches up with her eager tongue as my father and I celebrated the beginning of a new phase in our relationship.

"I love you, Daddy," I said.

"And I love you very much, honey bunny," said Daddy. "I'm so proud of you, my little Dayton girl."

Laura and I emerged from the office a few minutes later, sweating and exhausted and happy -- only to be surprised by a raucous cheer from the crowd that had gathered outside the door. Secretaries, attorneys and staff, all hooting and clapping for me. The secretaries with a look of pride in their eyes at another Dayton girl inducted into the firm, the attorneys with a gleam in their eyes at a new piece of prime young pussy to be fucked. I saw hard cocks straining against zippers, lots of them, and I wondered fleetingly where the next yellow interoffice envelope would come from. How long would it be before I got around to sucking off all of them? Which one of those cocks would be the one to take my virginity? What would happen on the day I opened up a yellow envelope and saw the words "triple penetration" checked off in red pen?

I was ready to find out.

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To be continued...