DON'T Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Katie Morgan, top dog at a posh firm, nearly chokes when she hears Bring Your Daughter To Work Day is back. Last year’s little office tryst with Becky Bandini’s stepdaughter Emma Hix still burns behind her eyes. No way she’s letting lightning strike twice. She fires off a memo, omits Becky’s name on purpose, smug as hell. Morning of the event, Becky strolls in, smirking, waving the notice she "just happened to overhear" from a coworker. Emma shows up moments later, baby-blue eyes cutting right through Katie like a blade. Heat climbs Katie’s neck, pools between her thighs. She bolts for her office, but the brat follows. Door clicks. Emma crowds her against the desk, whispering how good Katie tasted last year. Katie hisses warnings—Becky could walk in—but her protest melts when Emma drops to her knees, pushing Katie’s pencil skirt to her waist and yanking her panties aside. That slick pink folds open under hungry fingers. Emma’s tongue circles Katie’s swollen clit, slow, filthy strokes, until Katie grips the desk, hips rocking like she forgot how to say no. Then the door slams. Becky stands there, eyes sharp, not scandalized—hungry. "Stop hogging her," she mutters, kicking the door shut. They strip fast: skirts bunched, blouses popped open, nipples dark and stiff. Becky shoves Katie onto the blotter, climbing over her mouth while Emma crawls between Katie’s spread thighs, licking her slit wide and slick. Wet sounds echo off glass walls. Becky grinds down on Katie’s tongue, riding the wet muscle, cussing soft. Katie laps at Becky’s musky heat, fingers buried in Emma’s hair as the girl sucks her clit harder. They trade places in frantic rotation—tongues, fingers, soaked chins—sweat and expensive perfume thickening the air. Desk papers scatter, laptop wobbles. None of them care. When Becky finally comes, thighs clamping Katie’s head, she growls at Emma, "You behave after this or I take your phone." Emma just laughs low, sliding two fingers into her stepmother’s soaked cunt like it’s already decided. Katie watches them kiss above her, tastes Becky on her lips, wonders if today’s chaos is only the beginning.