A THANKSGIVING NOTE

 

A THANKSGIVING NOTE

I was going to have two Thanksgivings this year, but I cared a lot less about the first one than the

 second. I was in charge of my company’s local office. Not in charge enough to get them 

Thanksgiving off, but at least I was in charge enough to spring for some food and throw them a 

little party before having to make them work the night through. 

I know, I know. It wasn’t my call though. Besides, they got me back pretty fucking good. 

Everything started off normal enough. The office was all male lately. All three of the women who 

normally worked for me were on maternity leave, and my best people had been promoted out 

too; so what I was left with was a bunch of entree level peons. There was nothing “terribly” wrong 

with them… but generally speaking none of them were bright enough, ambitious enough, or 

likable enough that I was going to have to worry about them getting promoted out. That always 

happens in seasons. You groom your best people, you get them ready for more, and when hiring 

time comes around you end up with a bunch of noobs just in time for everyone you would have 

wanted mentoring them, to be poached by the higher ups. 

So, it was me and about 10 underlings renting out a property and doing our best to mingle with 

one another. Thank god for television was all I had to say to that! But then, I heard a bang come 

from somewhere upstairs, and my first thought was something like, “fuck, the idiots are breaking 

the rental house.” But my first thought, it turns out, wasn’t dark enough. Because when I ran into 

one of my employees coming down the stairs just as I was heading up them, he, goofily, assured 

me that it was just the headboard of the bed in the master bedroom. 

I waited… and after what seemed like an entire minute, it finally clicked for him that I might need 

more info than that. He then explained that some absolute hottie had showed up and dragged 

some of the guys upstairs. Apparently she had cuffs, and some light bondage gear, and was 

showing my underlings a really good time. 

My first thought, wasn’t great. See, my Wife and I had a very sexual relationship, in which we 

were both swingers. She was an absolute slut, and I loved that about her… normally. But, fuck. I 

did not want my dipshit underlings knowing that they had screwed the bosses Wife! That was a 

level of humiliation that I really didn’t need in my life. Still, rushing upstairs while yelling, “oh no! 

Stop screwing my Wife!”, probably wouldn't have served me very well for keeping it a secret, so I, 

calmly as I could manage, headed towards the master bedroom, even as the headboard banging 

against the well reached a fever pitch. 

In fact, just as I was reaching for the doorknob, I heard some 22 year old intern shout out like 

he’d just cum for the first time in his life; and I paused, giving a heavy sigh and hoping against 

hope that it wasn’t inside my Wife’s cunt. Showing up to “surprise me” before we had to get 

together for the big family Thanksgiving at the house, was totally something she would do, and 

she had a hard time saying no to young men. A fact that I normally enjoyed, but, please god, not 

these idiots. 

I must have stood there longer than I thought because I was stirred from my thoughts by the door 

opening from the inside as the intern whom I’d no doubt just heard screaming in joy tried to get 

out of the room. He was still fiddling with his pants when he literally ran into me, and as his eyes 

panned up to the person who would normally be his boss’s, boss’s, boss; he at least had the 

decency to give me that, “oh shit…” look. 

Then, with all the class, subtlety, and intellect I would have expected from him, he quickly threw 

the door back open and shouted into the room that the boss was there, so they should all stop… 

so I could take the next turn…

With a sigh, a hand up at my face to begin rubbing at the headache that today was already giving 

me, I walked into the room to see just how fucked up things were; and uh, I have to say, I was 

surprised. Like, REALLY surprised. The way she looked… I honestly didn’t even recognize her at 

first. 

She was on the bed, face down, ass up; and her skirt and panties were in a ball in the corner of 

the room. Her tits were braless in a tight little top, but it was hard to tell or even appreciate them, 

because she was tucked into a snug little “fuck me” ball. Her teeth were clamped down on the 

leather bit that was strapped into place. Her cuffs were high quality. Stronger leather wrapped her 

wrists up, and the chain was set so that it went over her head, behind her neck, so that she held 

her own head down while she was getting fucked. Her normally long hair was caught up in it all. 

Some of it in her shirt, some of it pinned under chains or leather, and some of it being laid on. 

Beyond that, the only other things she was wearing were a pair of spiked high heels, and a fake 

nose stud. The clip-on (Or whatever, I didn’t know how they worked) nose ring had a sparkle to it. 

But the whole outfit was so far from how I normally saw her that I could barely process. She 

seemed VERY willing, but my first thought was something like, “Did these bastards tie her up like 

this!!!” After a minute of awkward silence, that no one but me could have understood, she finally 

did her best to turn enough so that she could see what the hold-up was. 

When she saw me, she had a brief moment of surprise, followed by her best attempt at a smile. 

Now, I’d seen my 19-year-old Daughter give me plenty of “totally innocent” smiles when she was 

caught doing stuff, but this was a first; because I’d never seen her do it around a gag, while she 

was stripped down, tied up, and bent over in front of me. 

My interns had’t been fucking the boss’s Wife. They’d been fucking the boss’s 19-year-old 

Daughter... 

MY Daughter! 

Part of me still wanted to believe that she really was innocent somehow, but the cum on her 

back, the drool on the bed, and her spread legs as she waited for the next person, all made me 

doubt that was the case. Still, I asked, “Is everything okay in here?”, as if to drop a subtle clue. A 

few of the guys started gushing about how hot she was, and how it was so cool that I hired a 

prostitute to entertain them for Thanksgiving, and how I definitely should take a turn; but they 

were both, not very bright, and not who I was asking. 

In reply, and with great effort, my Daughter slowly scooted back until she was back off the bed 

and standing up again. Then she walked over to the side of the bed, looked around for a second, 

and then reached under the bed with the tip of her shoe. A second later, she found what she was 

looking for and pulled out, what appeared to be, a letter or a note of some kind. Once she had, 

she, slowly, and with significant struggle, got back up onto the bed, and into the same position as 

before. Ass up, and ready. 

I walked over to the note, and read it. “Happy Thanksgiving! Yeah yeah, you're very sweet or 

whatever. But you’re not fucking me hard enough! So seriously, Get. To. Work!” It was signed 

with her fist name at the bottom. X’s and O’s all over it. A lipstick imprint that I had to assume 

was hers, and, when I turned it over, it repeated, “Happy Thanksgiving! Harder though! Because 

you’re still not fucking me hard enough!”. 

I looked at her, and I could not hide the fact that I was hard now, or that I was blushing a bit. 

“Really?” I asked sternly, showing her the note. And she did her best to hum “Uh huh”, through 

the leather bit in her mouth. That made me blush a little harder, and with a small amount of rising 

anger, I walked back behind her and began to unbutton my pants as I mockingly warned, “does 

that apply to EVERYONE here?!” At that, she waggled her ass at me like she had a puppy tale 

on it, and in a more urgent, more sexual tone, she gave another affirmative noise. 

At that point I literally took my cock out, and warned her, “I mean it young lady.” Then, as if to 

punctuate it, I shocked the shit out of myself by actually slapping my Daughter’s ass with the 

head of my cock. I had the briefest moment of horror, and pleasure, and shock, and excitement. 

But then she reacted to it by moaning loudly, thrusting her ass back a bit, and mumbling 

something that sounded an awful lot like “Please! Please fuck me!” 

Now, of course, I’d had no intention of doing anything like that. But… intention or not, it was 

definitely me that stripped down, got up on the bed, and guided my cock up to her dripping wet 

pussy. She just kept moaning, and writhing, and doing her best to push back into me. Then, as I 

was still waiting for my brain to stop me, or for her to back out, she pushed back again, and the 

head of my cock bumped into her entrance, and a second later I pushed forward on instinct. 

There was a brief moment of resistance, where I could feel all that wetness kissing the head of 

my cock and inviting me inside. But then I pushed through, and before I knew it, I was moaning 

out as I felt my cock slide into her, and spread her open as she cried out… no, not just cried 

out.SCREAMED, in pleasure. Her pussy was hot, and tight, and gripping me so fucking good! I 

was legitimately lost in how incredible it felt for a few moments, but then she was whimpering, 

and wiggling, and doing her best to push back more, to take me deeper. 

It was incredible, and not just the sensation, though her body was a thing of perfection. I mean, I 

grabbed her hips, held her down, and pushed forward; and the next thing I knew, I was balls deep 

in my hot 19-year-old Daughter's pussy, on Thanksgiving morning! The moment only felt a little 

ruined when a moment later, one of the 4 fucking work underlings that were in the room with us 

tried to cheer me on and encouraged me to “give it to her good”. 

She seemed to like it though, which made me smile. Her Mother was a slut for dirty dialogue too. 

So, testing the theory, I said, “I don’t know guys. This one’s young enough to be my Daughter”, 

and her pussy responded so enthusiastically that it made ME moan right along with her. So I 

gave her ass a stinging slap, and said, “Liked that, didn’t you, Slut? Is that what you want? Do 

you want Daddy to fuck you in front of his office buddies?” 

And, if what happened next wasn’t her literally cumming, it was sure as hell close enough that 

there was no doubt as to just how badly she wanted that exact thing. I didn’t know what brought 

her to party, or how any of this happened, but I sure as hell knew what was about to happen next. 

I gripped those hips of hers, told her exactly how hard Daddy was going to fuck her, and then I 

proceeded to SLAM that tight little pussy of hers like it was her punishment. She came. She 

came over, and over, and over again. She eventually stopped pushing back, and ended up 

pressed into the mattress, sweating, and screaming, and moaning. But I ignored her, focused on 

the words of her note, and made a serious effort, everytime I felt like easing off, or slowing down, 

to instead just fuck her harder. 

Eventually, it was all too much, and I felt myself about to go over that edge. She had cum on her 

back already, so I figured that was where she wanted it. But I wasn’t some inexperienced pup, 

and knew enough to warn it was coming, and ask her where she wanted it. In reply, she pushed 

me back a bit with her feet. Nudging my ankles with the tips of her shoes. So I pulled out and 

stepped back. I was ready to cum on her back, but before I could, she rolled over, and 

desperately struggled to get to her knees and scoot towards me. I wish she could have said 

something, because I was seriously out of fucking time! But then I found myself looking my 

Daughter in the eyes as she smiled around the gag she’d stuffed into her own mouth, gave me a 

sexy little wink, and, with her hands still bound behind her head, she did her best to point to her 

face with the fingers on both hands. 

Holy fuck! 

I came with a roar, propping one leg back up on the bed and aiming for my slutty teenage 

Daughter’s face as she eagerly looked back up at me and did her best with moans and grunts to 

egg me on. She moaned with apparent pleasure with each hot spurt as I came all over her face 

and hair. And I mean, I fucking CAME! It was a massive load, and her face was absolutely 

slathered with it by the time I was done. 

I had that little voice of doubt come back then. Like, oh fuck, this is so hot! But also, oh fuck, 

what did I just do! But as we shared a breathless moment of her looking every inch like the dirty 

slut her Mother was, the moment was interrupted by one of my coworkers again. This time, what 

he said managed to walk the line between a rude interruption, and a sinful reminder that was so 

hot, it made my cock buck with excitement even after I’d already cum. He simply said, “Holy shit 

that was hot! Hey, I’m next!” 

At that, my Daughter gave me another wink. Then she turned, got back down on the bed, and 

raised her ass into the air again. 

I stayed in the room just a second or two too long, and so I was there, staring in disbelief at her 

pussy, when the guy behind her started to spread her lips open with the head of his dick. A 

moment later, he pushed forward, and I watched as my Daughter’s pussy was spread open by, 

and stuffed full of his cock! She gave a loud moan of approval, and I quickly turned and stepped 

outside the room, closing the door behind me. 

I took a moment to catch my breath, but after a bit, I went to head back down the stairs. 

On the way, I discovered that the rumor that I’d hired a prostitute for the party had spread while I 

was away, and 3 more guys passed me heading up the stairs as I was walking down them. I 

paused at the bottom of the stairs, wondering if there was anything that I could or should do. But 

then I heard that first SLAM of the headboard banging into the wall. I was blushing all over again, 

and I couldn’t walk away from the stairs fast enough without hearing it bang against the wall 

several more times at an already frantically increasing pace. 

The party lasted several more hours, and guys went upstairs and came back in pretty quick 

succession. Holy fuck, I really needed none of these guys to know that they just spent the last 

few hours running a train on the boss’s Daughter! On MY Daughter! 

After awhile, she’d gone through the whole lot of them, and she denied anyone a second go as 

she got dressed, packed her toys, and quietly slipped out the door. At around noon I started to 

wrap up the party, but no one was complaining. Hell, I was the best boss ever as far as they 

were concerned. By 2, the place was clean enough, and empty, so I wrapped up and headed 

home to my “real” Thanksgiving. 

Everything went, weirdly normal… I mean, obviously, my Daughter and I exchanged a few 

worried looks at first. But after a while they were more curious than worried, and by the end of 

the night we were just smirking at each other. It had been a weird holiday, but it made more 

sense to treat it like an inside joke than a secret shame. So that was what we did. She was 

especially helpful at the end of the night, and lent her Mother and I a hand in cleaning up; but 

beyond that, nothing else really strange showed up to ruin the holiday. 

The next day I had to go into work at my actual office. After all, if I had to work Thanksgiving 

morning, we weren’t exactly about to get Black Friday off, now were we? But, as I was getting 

ready to leave for work, my Daughter slipped up to me like she was a spy from a movie who 

needed to relay a secret message. I just smiled, and waited. “Yes, angel?” 

The nickname had a bit of twisted connotation now, that, honestly, I hadn’t really thought of 

before, but I tried to shrug it off as she leaned in close to whisper what she’d snuck over to tell 

me.  “Dad… I don’t know why, but several of the guys from your office yesterday thought that I 

was a whore. Like, a real, professional one, that you had hired…”

I’d almost forgotten that. But, yeah, they did. I mean, it was kind of her fault, but it also worked for 

me as an excuse/reason for her being there without them questioning it; so I just nodded “yup” to 

her in reply. But then she continued, “So, well… whores do it for money. So, three of ‘em actually 

got together and offered me a bunch of cash to visit them at work today… As a whore!” 

“I… well”, I started to say something, but I didn’t know what! Like, fuck… That hadn’t even 

occurred to me. This could prove tough to talk our way out of, so I needed to know what she’d 

led with so we could work on a proper response. I asked her what she’d told them, and she 

suddenly shifted from playing at being secretive and concerned, to grinning like the cat that ate 

the canary in record time. She gave me a happy wink, as she half walked, half skipped away. 

The last thing she said to me as she took out a large stack of money to count was, “See you at 

work boss!”

I spent the first half of my day obsessing over my Daughter’s comments that morning, and 

wondering if she could have possibly been serious. Then, during a lunch break, I saw her there. 

She was talking to a couple of the guys, and while she wasn’t bound up and spread out on a bed, 

she wasn’t exactly dressed like a college student either. Then three of my employees discreetly 

led her into a breakroom, and closed the door behind them. 

I was filled to the brim with heat. I should have been pissed, but it was insanely hot, and I didn’t 

even know why! I could barely breathe as I made my way to the door. I tried listening at it for a 

second, but, by design, it was pretty sound proofed. So, I braced myself, did my best not to 

picture what I might see, and then I quickly went into the room and closed the door behind me. 

All three guys practically jumped out of their skin at the sight of me, and tried to cover up in a 

variety of silly ways. But my Daughter just gave a delighted grin. 

I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but before I could think of anything, she beat me to the 

punch. “I remember you”, she said. “You're the one that hired me yesterday… the one that 

wanted to play Daddy.” She was grinning ear to ear, obviously pleased with herself. “That was 

hot…” she said, and the way she said it... The way she bit her lip, the way her tone changed, and 

her eyes ran over me; I was suddenly 100% sure that she meant it. 

“Well, Daddy,” she said. “You may have paid for yesterday, but today your co-workers hired me 

all on their own, and they only paid for the three of them.” The “co-workers” in question were my 

underlings, and they were looking at me like they were certain I was about to kick her out and fire 

the lot of them. “Still…” she continued. “You must be a really great boss if you...” and then she 

turned to them and gave them all an over exaggerated wink before adding, “...whored out your 

own Daughter on Thanksgiving day, and let your staff take turns on her.” 

Yeah… there was that heat again. Holy Shit why was this so fucking hot!?!

Whatever the reason, she seemed to know how hot it was, every bit as much as I did. Because 

unlike the guys who’d hired her, she didn’t look nervous at all. “So…” she said, her tone indicating 

that she was about to make a proposal. “...since you are such a cool boss. And since I thought 

that you playing at being my Dad was so hot yesterday; I’ll tell you what… Anytime your 

employees hire me to come into the office to, work...” and at that she made air quotes and gave 

a little wink.  “... you can watch, and participate, free of charge! So, how about it bossman?” 

Then she sat on the break table, spun on her butt so that she was facing one of my employees, 

and laid back as she spread her legs open for him. He started to take his dick out as he saw she

 wasn’t wearing any panties, but he froze, and looked at me first, waiting for my answer. But he 

wasn’t the one who had my attention. 

The person who did have my attention turned her head towards me, smiled innocently, and 

asked the question they were all thinking. “Does that sound like a good deal Daddy? Do you want 

to watch for free as your coworkers pay for the privilege of fucking your whore Daughter?” All 

eyes were on me, and I was so turned on it was honestly a little scary. Then, in a pleading tone 

she begged, “Pleassssse Daddy? Please can they shove their cocks into me now?” 

I couldn't even speak to answer. I gave the barest nod. Just that little gesture of yes, and they 

wasted no time. Hands grabbed her legs, and pulled her down the table so suddenly that she 

gave a little squeak of surprise. They rushed to find a place for themselves, and in zero fucking 

seconds they went from standing around as my Daughter teased me and they waited patiently, 

to desperately jamming their dicks into her wherever they could find an opening!

I’d barely processed what I’d just said yes to, and the table was already rocking as her tits 

bounced from the fucking she was getting. She turned her head back to me and, in between 

moans, she whimpered. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh my god Daddy! They’re really doing it! They really 

bought me, and now he’s really fucking me as a whore! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I 

can feel him inside me, spreading my pussy open! He’s fucking your daught-”, but then she was 

cut off. Because one of the other guys was up on the table with her, and mid-sentence, he had 

abruptly turned her face towards him, and shoved his dick into her mouth. 

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and I saw my Daughter’s lips spread wide, and 

sliding up and down a dick as she moaned her approval. In less than five minutes, the first guy 

pulled out and came on her stomach; but the moment he did, another guy urged him out of the 

way, and grabbed her hips so he could flip her over. It took a few moments for them to get into 

positon, but soon after, all three of them were up on the table. And no one was sparing glances 

for me, or checking for my approval anymore, as they positioned my teenaged Daughter 

between them, spit-roasted her, and began bouncing her back and forth between them. The one 

behind her would slam her body forward, and she would moan loudly, as the motion of it forced 

her lips down the length of the cock in front of her. Then, even as the one behind was already 

sliding back out, she would begin to pull back, only for him to slam his hips forward again. So 

that, just as her lips would get back to the top of the dick in front of her, she would be stuffed full 

from behind, and her body would rock forward; starting it all over again. 

This wasn’t like Thanksgiving. There was no train, no gags, and no taking turns. It was loud, and 

messy, and they were taking her two at a time. For my Daughter’s part, she obviously loved it. 

She was hot, and slutty, and willing, and all of that together pushed all three guys over the edge 

in a shamefully short amount of time. She swallowed the load in front of her, and less than a 

minute later, she was on the floor, on her knees, and jerking the cock of the last of them straight 

into her mouth. 

When it was all done, she wiped herself down with paper towels from the breakroom, and put 

her “prostitute” clothes back on before blowing me a kiss, thanking me for being a “cool boss” 

again, and heading out with wobbly legs, and a sex-drunk expression of pure bliss on her face. 

Thankfully, she’d charged them an obscene amount of money for the privilege. So while she was 

definitely an office legend now, the truth was it would be pretty rare for any of them to be able to 

afford her “rates”, and they were too naive to know any better. 

Despite that, two more things came of it before the new year, and both surprised me. Damnit…

The first, was when my Daughter visited me at work one day, out of the blue! At first I was in full 

panic mode, if she blew her cover I’d never live it down! But she played her part, and before she 

came into my office, she blew a few kisses, made a few suggestive comments about why she 

was there, and gave the office in general a playful wink as she closed the door to my office. 

The thing was, she was there as a prostitute, but no one had hired her. Basically, she ended up 

confessing to me that she’d loved what happened both times, but that the prostitution fantasy 

had surprised even her. Though, she confessed, the Daddy fantasy hadn’t.... Which, I mean, 

okay. But that still didn’t explain why she was there. Then, she told me that she needed $50 to 

buy a dress for a holiday party she was going to, and that she’d been planning on asking me if 

she could borrow the money. But then… 

Then she’d realized how badly she wanted to combine her two fantasies. So she’d gone back to 

the house, dressed in some slutty “prostitute clothes”, and rushed to see me at the office. 

She got down on her hands and knees then, and began crawling towards me. As she crawled, 

she pleaded with me. “Please Daddy”, she begged. “I don’t want you to lend me the money, and I 

don’t want you to give me the money… I NEED you to PAY me the money.” She was licking her 

lips and practically panting with lust as she got to me, moved under my desk, and began to unzip 

my fly. “Please!” she whimpered again. “Please make me your whore!” 

A moment later my cock was in her mouth and, as she bobbed her head in my lap and forced 

me to moan out loud, I realized, in an incredibly strange realization, that I hadn’t actually had her 

mouth yet… 

How’s that for a strange thought to have about your Daughter?

She, like her Mother, was fucking gifted when it came to oral sex. She somehow had most of her 

Mother’s skill while possessing a fraction of her experience. She had me at the edge in no time, 

but kept me there as she dragged out my pleasure and coated me in her saliva. But if we were 

going to do this, then we were going to do it properly. So I pulled her mouth off of me, earning me 

a pout. 

Then I stood her up, dug $50 out of my wallet, and shoved it into her top. In response, her face lit 

up a split-second before I spun her around, ripped her panties off of her, and pushed her forward 

so that the palms of her hands slammed into the top of my desk. 

Unlike the break room, my office was in no way, shape, or form, soundproofed. So the whole 

office no doubt heard us, as I bent my Daughter over my work desk, and fucked her long and 

hard. The whole time she screamed, and moaned, and verbalized how much she loved being 

Daddy’s whore. She yelled about how much she liked that she was the office whore, and that I 

passed her around my coworkers for them to use as they pleased. By the time we were done, I 

wouldn’t have been surprised if everyone in the whole office had cum, and not just us. She was 

THAT verbal, and THAT dirty!

Still, after that, I honestly, stupidly though, that maybe we had the last of it out of our system. 

But…

Christmas eve, I was working again. And, once again, I’d thrown a party for the guys as an 

apology for having to make them work. This time, of course, I wasn’t renting out any houses, or 

inviting any family members. Hell, I laughed at the very thought of how crazy things had been at 

the last holiday party. Then, one of my goofy interns came up to me with a few of the guys, and 

they told me they had a surprise for me. Which, if I’m being honest, is worrisome under any 

circumstances. 

But then they showed me a box with cash inside of it. Like, an absurd amount of cash. I mean, 

legitimately more money than any of them made in two months! I was staring, dumbfounded, 

when one of them laughed like a dork and giddily pointed out of the tiny office windows that 

decorated my door frame. There, walking into the office in red high heels, and dressed like the 

worlds naughtiest Mrs. Clause, was my Daughter. 

“You didn’t…”, I started. But they were practically jumping with joy as they told me that they’d 

been saving up ever since Thanksgiving, because they realized they all had a shared fantasy 

that they’d ALMOST done that day, but not quite. I was, stunned; and not following, so I just 

looked at them and waited. Then, still grinning from ear to ear, one of them explained in a “isn't it 

obvious tone”, that they were talking about a gangbang. 

I was, legitimately surprised that they’d realized the difference between a gangbang, and what 

they’d already done. But, god help me, they did. We left my office, and at first it was like a 

normalish Office Christmas Party, but with my Daughter walking around and flirting with all of my 

direct reports and their underlings. They were too shy, or too inexperienced to act on anything at 

first. But eventually, one of them caught her under the mistletoe and started kissing her. Then 

kissing turned to groping, and then she was moving down to her knees. From there a blowjob 

turned into a blowbang, and then, eventually, someone got up the courage to actually bend her 

over something. 

It was still, just sex, at that point. But when the first guy finished, the second guy took her by the 

hand, and led her over to where I was sitting by the wall. I didn't know what he was thinking at 

first. Then he told her, “Do that thing where you pretend you're the boss’s Daughter. That’s so 

hot!” That made her smile, and me frown, but before either of us could say anything, he bent 

over so fast that her hands slapped into the wall on either side of my head. 

Then he was inside of her, and I was watching her face as she moaned out in pure pleasure, 

from so close that if she’d moved forward just a bit, we would have been kissing. So, naturally, 

our lips met a moment later when her body rocked forward in response to the cock slamming 

into her from behind. Then we were making out. Kissing one another as another man fucked her 

from behind and her body shook with it. She was moaning, and panting, and her lips were 

bouncing off of mine as she tried to keep her tongue in my mouth. 

But we were interrupted again when the guy behind her reminded her of his request saying, “Do 

that Daughter thing! Please! The thing where you're his Daughter, and he’s letting us use you like 

a whore right in front of him!”  At that, she rewarded him with harsh screaming as her pussy 

clenched up and she came on his cock. He did not last through that, but he also didn’t pull out. 

My angel was screaming her orgasm into my mouth as the guy behind her blew his load inside 

of her unprotected cunt. Then, when he was done, he asked her, again, to “do the Daughter 

thing”. So when the next guy stepped up behind her, said he wanted that too, and shoved his 

cock into her; she did as she was asked. For the next ten minutes straight, my Daughter split her 

time between kissing me as someone fucked her from behind in a room full of eager men, and 

giving the best verbal anyone had ever heard. She told me, loud enough for everyone to hear, 

how good that cock in her felt, and what it was doing to her. She told me how much she loved 

being her Daddy’s whore, and how much she loved that I passed her around the office and let 

my coworkers use her as their whore as well. She explained, in between screams and moans, 

that she lived for being used by us, and that she loved nothing more than when my coworkers 

fucked me in front of her and she got to show me just what a good little whore she was. Then, 

lastly, she explained in vivid detail that she was LONGING for how good she just knew it was 

going to be when the whole office celebrated Christmas by gangbanging my whore Daughter 

right in front of me!

It was… A LOT! And the guy behind her was the office Champion for biting his tongue and 

lasting a full 10 minutes with her constant string of filthy dialogue and her tight teenaged pussy 

doing everything possible to make him pop. But still, he eventually caved, and came hard. The 

previous guy having set an example, this one didn’t pull out either. I was going to say 

something… somehow. But before I could find a way to broach the subject, her words seemed 

to remind everyone that they were taking turns when they’d specifically spent a fortune so they 

could use her without taking turns. So, before I could think of what to say, two more low level 

workers stepped up, office buddies, and the first one moved my Daughter so that she went from 

standing right in front of me, to standing right beside me. 

Then he and his friend each stood on either side of her, with her bent over me in the middle, and 

tried to figure out how they were going to work it. I, personally, didn’t know what they were even 

trying to achieve, when a third guy came up and said, “No, she needs to have her tits out so they 

rub him!” He then pulled her already very short top up over her tits, and the next thing I knew my 

Daughter’s large breasts were dangling naked in my lap and I drew in a hissing breath between 

my teeth as they jostled her around and had her tits brushing along me in the process. 

Then she started talking to them, asking what they were going for and how she could help, but 

her voice was cut off when one of them replied “suck this”, and I heard her voice get cut off 

abruptly. I glanced her way just in time to hear her moan approvingly at being treated like a 

whore. The guy behind her was having a hell of a time just playing with her, admittedly hot ass, 

but when he heard her moaning and sucking at the other end, he quickly shifted gears and 

worked his cock into her. It was awkward positioning. She was between them, but over me. They 

were trying to spit-roast her, but with her tits in my lap, and another guy was trying to get her to 

give him a hand job, but her balance kept getting thrown off. All that heat, and moaning, and 

depravity, and awkwardness, and again, I was struck by the fact that her tits were even bigger 

than I’d though, and I’d never really had them before…

It was all short lived though. They were about to knock her over with how awkward they were, 

and she ended up having to take their control away. She dropped the dick of the guy who kept 

trying to use her hand, pushed away the guy in front of her, and started standing whether the guy 

behind her was ready or not. Before the could complain, she grabbed the guy behind her by his 

tie, led him towards the middle of the room, and told him to lay down on the floor. Proving himself 

wiser than I would have given him credit for, he obeyed. 

She was bought and paid for. She was younger than all of them. And she was in charge now. 

She ordered one down onto his back, and began to mount him, when someone came over to 

grab an open hole, she not only rebuffed him, she sent him to her purse to get some lube. When 

he came back, she accepted the lube, and made him step back as she worked the lubricant into 

the cock beneath her. But no one was complaining when the whole office got to watch her moan, 

and whimper, and squirm a minute later as she worked the lubed up cock into her asshole. 

Once that was done, she took a few minutes to let herself and the guy under her adjust. Then 

she picked “handjob” guy out of the crown and applied some of the lube to him as well. He 

thought he was in paradies for a minute or two, but then he learned what paradise was when she 

told him he was lubed up enough, and that it was time for him to slide his dick inside of her. No 

sooner was he moaning out about how good she felt then one of the other stepped in front of his 

view of her, and bobbed his cock in her face. 

I was looking at all of this from a side view, so I saw her smile of approval a moment before he 

stopped forward and I saw her throat bulge out where his cock was pushing into it. They made 

my little girl airtight in the middle of the room, in the building's most public space. And they were 

just getting started. In this new position, she was able to wave a forth guy over, and what started 

as a handjob ended up being her going back and forth between blowing and sucking the two 

guys standing near her. Soon other guys were standing by, vying for her attention, and did her 

best to move her mouth and hands between all of them. 

Guys started groping her breasts, and rubbing themselves on and between any bit of flesh they 

could get into. After that it didn’t take long for the people actually fucking her to start to lose it. But 

as chaotic as things were then, it only devolved from there. It was too difficult for them to swap 

out in her original positioning, so she just got pushed onto her back so someone else could 

mount her, and several guys knelt around her so she could use her hands and mouth on them. 

Then the next one came on her, and she got flipped over by the one after him so she could be on 

her hands and knees again. She was propped up between two guys again, but now she was on 

the floor, with ever more of them crowding around her, looking for some flesh to get off on. Her 

cute little Christmas outfit went from immaculate and new, to bunched up in odd places, to dirty 

from the floor, to sweat soaked, to cum soaked, to torn off of her into ribbons and dirty rags as 

she was passed from “client” to “client” and and roughly used by never less than 4 guys at a 

time. 

They weren’t just roughly using her either. Remember, they were all still “pretending” that she 

was my Daughter.” So as I sat back and watched it all, they kept making comments about how 

tight my Daughter’s body was. About how much of a slut she was, or about how slutty her pretty 

face looked when her cheek was out stretched by them pushing their dicks into it. Then both 

cheeks… 

One took way too much pleasure in telling me he was going to cum on my Daughter’s face, and 

then it became a thing where they all wanted to add to that mess by being the next one to cum 

on her face, or her hair, or her tits. But, in those rare times when they were willing to spare her 

mouth for talking, their favorite thing by far was hearing her call me Daddy. “Tell you Daddy where 

my dick is right now!”, and “call him Daddy again, and tell him I’m cumming inside you!”, were 

just a few of the things they wanted to hear her say. 

For her part, she seemed to love all of it. I could tell that she’d never done anything like this 

before, but fuck… she sure did take to it. Including me, the office staff had a grand total of 14 

men, and this time she wasn’t stopping people who took their 2nd or 3rd turns. Not that she 

could have kept track.

They fucked her ragged as she screamed, and moaned, and, at their request, told her Daddy 

that she wanted MORE cock for next Christmas. It went on for just over 3 hours, and it was 

relentless. So it was a good thing that she brought that lube, because her first gangbang ended 

up being a fairly massive one. When it was all done, she literally couldn’t walk, and, giggling, she 

asked me if I could carry her to her car and drive her home. 

She walked funny for about a week, but she assured me that she’d loved every second of it. In 

fact, the very next day, she gave me a tit-fuck for Christmas. It was great, and on top of that,

knew it was an expensive gift. Since, after all, when she wasn’t going to college or working her

regular job, my Daughter made a significant amount of money working as a whore in the 

exclusive area of, ”my office”, and nowhere else. 

The whole thing started just over a year ago with that stupid note, but of course, it never really 

ended. Every guy in the office now had my Daughter’s “work” number; and though they could 

very rarely afford her, they always made a point of letting me know when they did, so they could 

fuck the boss’s Daughter in the brakeroom, or the warehouse, or in a car in the parking lot; 

without fear of getting fired. 

(Now, dear readers, my story thus far is honestly already more than I can post on most porn 

sites. Yet, I have to warn you, unless you think you would enjoy reading about my further 

humiliation… and I fucking mean it… You should consider this the end of the story, and stop 

here.)

(You were warned.)

It was all very surreal and crazy, but, honestly, over-time, it sort of became the new normal. 

Every month or so some lackey or another would save up enough money and ask for permission 

to call “the office whore” to schedule some time with her. Until finally, after a full year had passed, 

I honestly felt like I was finally getting the hang of it. Like, maybe it would stop being so fucking 

hot, or so weird when my Daughter showed up at the place I worked to offer her services as a 

prostitute, if I just accepted that this was the new normal. 

But then, Thanksgiving came around again, and, once again, she found a way to turn my whole 

world upside down. Just like last year, I rented out a big house, filled a long table with food, and 

put sports and other appropriate distractions on big screen televisions all over the place. Plus, 

even though I didn’t invite her, I was still prepared for my Daughter to show up out of nowhere 

and tell me that some little shit, or even a group of them, had hired her back for the Holiday. 

So, I was rather pleased with myself, and my lack of shock, when I walked around a corner after 

getting up to grab a drink, and I ran into my Daughter, dressed as slutty as ever, and standing in 

the hallway. With a big grin she told me in a sing-song voice, “I have a sur-Prize for youuuuu…”. 

But I wasn’t buying it. I was finally getting the hang of of this, so I just grinned back, and told her 

to go ahead and tell me what her “big surprise” was this time. Because I was pretty sure that, at 

this point, we had come close enough to having done it all, that my bases were all but covered. 

Then she gestured me to come closer, and when I leaned forward, she whispered in my ear, “the 

guys asked me if I could bring another girl with me…” Okay… I admit. I hadn’t thought of that. But 

then she kept whispering. “They said because we always do the ‘Daddy/Daughter’ thing, that I 

should invite some hot MILF along, and we could play Mother/Daughter, since, you know, that 

would be hot by itself, but it would also make her your Wife!”

Oh no…

I pulled back, my grin gone, and looked at my Daughter waiting for her to say that she’d brought a 

friend, or said no, or anything other than what I was thinking. But then was when, just as excited 

as she could be, she gave a little jump for joy, her hands clapping excitedly as she giddily 

explained; “Mom said Yes!”

Fuck…

My gazed looked up the steps again towards the master bedroom. But my Daughter put her 

hand on my arm and quickly explained, “Oh no Daddy. They aren’t up there.” Then she stepped 

closer to me and sort of led me away a bit so she could whisper the rest. “Mom was SUPER into 

the prostitute thing. Like, maybe even more than I was! So when we got here, she looked around 

the place, and there is this weird little alleyway between this house and the building next door. 

Like, a dumpster, and a big brick wall, just the whole stereotype! So she told me to come in here, 

and tell all the guys that my Mom had agreed and she was; GET. THIS… Working the alley!”

My Daughter’s face was beaming with joy. For her this was the most exciting thing ever. Her 

most depraved fantasy, and she was getting to live in plain site with zero consequences. For me, 

it wasn’t that cut and dry. I was zone out a bit, but she kept going on about how exciting it all was, 

and how it was so fun and crazy that all the guys would be pretending to fuck my Wife and 

Daughter, but never knowing that it was actually my Wife and Daughter. 

Yep. She thought it was the best. Me? Well, I had to admit, parts of me definitely thought it was 

hot as fuck. I mean, not a fucking doubt about it; I’d even jerked off to it before. But there was a 

big fucking difference between fantasy fodder and real life, and what was happening in that alley 

had the potential to be really fucking dangerous to my worklife. 

“... and oh my god Daddy, you should have seen her! I mean, I have never seen Mom like that, so 

it’s probably totally different for you; but it was SO hot!” My Daughter snapped me out of my 

thoughts, she was still raving about how exciting this was for her. She was telling me that she led 

some guys out to the alley to meet her Mom, and when they saw her, she was wearing ripped 

fishnets, high heels, and whatever other slutty thing she could think of that screamed cheap 

prostitute. 

My Daughter explained that she pretended to pitch the idea to her Mother of the two of them 

“working the party” together; like she’d just happened to be out there at the time, and hadn’t 

heard the idea before. Her Mom pretended that since they’d already paid for our Daughter, that 

she’d be willing to join in for just a little bit more, and had settled on $50 extra bucks… per 

person. At this point in the story, my Daughter proudly explained that she’d told my employees to 

be prepared for that, and so, naturally, all three of them had pulled out $50 cash to stuff into my 

Wife’s purse. A minute after that, all three of them had pulled out their dicks, to stuff into my 

Wife’s full, red, lips. 

My Daughter, despite my completely silent pleas not to, just kept describing it. She told me how 

she was weirdly proud of how hot her Mom looked pretending to be a whore. And how I would 

have been so impressed, because her “Mom” looked so much like the real thing that she’d had 

to a double dake to remind herself that she was looking at her own Mother in action. Apparently 

the three of them had backed her into the wall, and she’d squatted down and started taking care 

of all three of them immediately. She had them on the edge in no time, and when they warned 

that they weren’t going to get a chance to fuck her if she didn’t stop, she just pushed them over 

the edge with dirty dialogue. She’d asked them if they’d noticed her wedding ring, or her 

engagement diamond. She’d told them that her husband was actually throwing a Thanksgiving 

party nearby to where they were, and asked them if they thought it was hot that a married 

woman’s lipstick was smeared all over their cocks. They’d all popped their loads in no time, and, 

at our Daughter's request, they’d aimed for her Mother’s face so that everyone could see her 

pretty face all slathered in hot cum.

Again, I admit, it all sounded hot. But still. My Daughter then told me that all this had happened 

not 15 minutes ago, and she’d just been going around the house telling the rest of the guys what 

was happening. Having done her job, she got up on her toes, informed me that she’d be out back 

“Playing with Mom”, and skipped off on her way, just as happy as could be. 

She had barely closed the door behind her when the front door opened and my boss, the 

regional manager walked in. When he asked where everyone was, there was really only one 

thing I could do. I told him the story that we’d been telling for a full year. I hired a prostitute, the 

guys produced record numbers that holiday. It became an office tradition, and our stats soared. 

Then, with a gulp, I explained that the guys had asked for a little more that year, and I explained 

the current situation the same as we were telling it to everyone else.

“So, let me get this straight”... my boss said with a grimace. “You hired two hookers, and they 

are out back right now? But, your employees thought it would be hot if they pretended that one 

was your Wife, and one, an actual college freshmen, was your Daughter… and you are going 

along with this, because it is great for your numbers?”

I did my best to swallow my fear and anxiety, and gave a little smile. “Yup.”

After a moment, he gave a laugh, took his coat off and hung it up. “God damn man! I have to give 

it you, THAT is dedication.” He was unbuttoning his shirt then, and walking towards the alley in a 

way that made it very clear I was expected to walk with him so I could pay attention to what he 

was saying. “I’m gonna be honest here, I’ve always liked messing with you locals. Giving my 

underlings shit is just how I get my stress out. But, I’ll be damned if this isn’t a first for me, so, you 

just stand there, and shut up a second, because I’m going to say something here, and I 

really need to take a moment to appreciate it, because… god damn!”

After a second of looking infuriatingly pleased with himself, he finally thought up what he wanted 

to say, and told it to me. “It’s Thanksgiving day, and I’m about to go through this door, and fuck 

your pretty young Daughter in front of the whole office.” At that he gave a laugh, obviously 

enjoying the shit out of himself. Then he continued, “and when I’m done, I’m going to hand pick 

two guys to double-team her while YOU watch, so I can get good and hard again for your Wife!”  

I started to say something about the bullshit rules we’d made up, about how I only paid for each 

guy to go once, but he shut me up with a hand wave, and added. “And then!” He said, practically 

yelling with excitement. “I’m going to dip into my wallet here”, he said as he literally patted his 

pants pocket. “And I’m going to be honest, I don’t care how much it costs! Because I am not 

missing on an opportunity like this! So, no matter how much it takes, rest assured, I will be 

paying for this little party of yours to turn into an all out gangbang.” Then, realizing what he’d said, 

and all the ways he could say it, he gave another short laugh, and repeated himself. Saying, “I’m 

going to pay… to have your Whore Wife and Whore Daughter, gangbanged by 10-20 men, for 

my Holiday Amusement!” 

He turned to go then, but he was still talking to himself about how amazing it all was, and how he 

couldn’t believe what luck he’d had in being the one who was sent that day. Of course, he 100% 

kept to his threat/promise. I went out into the alley, and I watched my Wife play street whore for 

my boss and my underlings. Then, with the promise of a truly massive amount of money, I went 

from watching them dressed like prostitutes and being bent over garbage cans, to being the 

main attraction in a Mother/Daughter gangbang for my bosses amusement. 

It was rough, and there were more cocks than even the two of them together could handle, but 

just like had happened last time, I needn’t have worried. They both Loved it. Though, the 

soreness, limping, and fuck-drunk expressions where harder to explain that year at the Family 

Thanksgiving, which almost immediately followed my Work Thanksgiving party. 

Now, if you're clever, you might have guessed that, my Wife, just like my Daughter before her, 

enjoyed herself a little too much, and committed herself to following in our Daughter’s footsteps 

and giving her “work” number out to some of the guys at work. But it went so much farther than 

That…

I’m not saying that ALL older, richer men... are total fucking creeps. But what I am saying is this. 

Most people could never even imagine a situation where they are sitting in a room full of wealthy 

people, as their Wife and Daughter are both being double fucked on a table. And the whole time 

it’s happening, it’s being broadcast onto a a series of jumbotron style televisions; because the 

higher ups at your company heard there were whores who played those parts, and an employee 

who went along with it. Most people could never say something like that… But I fucking can!

Those old rich bastards never got tired of “the game” their local manager and his two favorite 

hookers were willing to play. One year for Christmas they hosted a private party where my Wife 

went AS my wife, and my Daughter went as my Daughter. Whores, pretending not to be whores 

(Don’t overthink it, it’s actually a pretty deep cycle. It’s a lot). There, one of the higher ups 

dressed up as Santa, and when my Daughter sat in his lap, he “seduced her”, and then pulled 

her panties aside and fucked her right there in the center of the room. A slut bouncing in Santa’s 

lap. Another guy then asked my Wife if she thought it was hot watching her Daughter getting 

fucked by a rich guy, and when she, of course, said yes, they bent her over our dinner table and 

ran a train on her while she told me how good she was getting it. 

In a weird way, they kind of made us rich in the process. My Daughter’s college was bought and 

paid for, our new house was huge and paid in cash. But the price was steep. In spite of all of that 

though, it was years before I hit a moment of true shock again. I mean, they were setting out to 

embarrass me, and no matter how perverted it was, my Wife and Daughter were just going to be 

into it. So, my bar for what was possible was insanely high. Like, I would sit around and think of 

insane fucking scenario’s, just to try to figure out what they would do next. 

But then…

One day, the boss that started it all came into the office. At his insistence, my pretend “Wife” and 

“Daughter” had staged professionally made family photos that he had me put on my desk. On 

more than one occasion, he’d used my Wife’s body to knock those same photos off of my desk. 

He and I were talking about the office’s number, but the truth was that my numbers no longer 

mattered. I was free to do whatever the fuck I wanted, because there was no way they would 

give up the treasure trove of perversity that they had with, “that one employee who was okay with 

letting us pretend two whores were his real Wife and kid”. 

But when my Wife came into the office dressed in her normal, “Wifely” clothes, he commented 

about how hot she was, and that it was a damn shame he couldn’t think of a scenario where I 

had more than 1 wife. Then he laughed, and added, “or kid”. Now, if I’d been thinking, I’d have 

realized that he meant more daughters, and was lamenting that it was difficult to hire people who 

were okay with playing that role, and wouldn’t turn you into the police. But I wasn’t thinking. And 

so I said, “Honestly, I don’t think my Son would be into it, and neither would you.” My boss's head 

spun run and stared at me, which was good, because he didn’t see my Wife’s expression when I 

mentioned our real Son. She was looking at with an angry, “SERIOUSLY”, and he was looking at 

me like I’d just given him a wonderful and depraved idea. 

I was like, 80% certain that he didn’t like guys. But I still tried to cover my bases by saying that I 

wasn’t talking about another prostitute who would play my Family Member. I laughed a little and 

confirmed that I just meant that I had a real Son. But it was too late. My Boss looked like an 

addict with his drug of choice being dangled in his face. “But, that would make her”, he said, 

gesturing towards my Wife, who he thought was a prostitute; “his Mother…” 

Because of COURSE he had other incest based fantasies! Fuck, I was an idiot. But I was an 

idiot who was putting my foot down. This had spiraled out of control, but no rich asshole, no 

matter how rich, was bringing my other kid into this. So, I told him as much. But…

About a week later the doorbell rang, and the dog started barking. I went and got the door, and, 

FUCK! It was one of the company’s executives. At my house! My real goddamn fucking house! I 

kept him at the door, and didn’t invite him in, for obvious fucking reasons. He didn’t like it, but he 

could honestly fuck off at that point. He came to tell me that he’d heard from my direct boss 

about my real Son, and he wanted to make a plea for my real Son to have sex with “my fake 

Wife” while he watched. He then said he’d be willing to pay an insane amount of money for it, 

and even more if my Son agreed to do what I do, and watch him and some other’s “fuck his 

Whore Mother” afterwards. 

But, again, I stood my ground. I even went to slam the door in his face! 

But… 

Just before the door closed, a delicate hand, with long graceful fingers, and beautifully painted 

red nails caught it. In that moment, I froze. What was she doing!?!? But, she knew full well what 

she was doing. She caught the door before it closed, and then she opened it back up a bit, and 

stepped into frame beside me. My wife. And as the man in the doorway started frantically looking 

back and forth between us, his brain putting together an incredibly important part of the puzzle 

that that we’d taken great pains to make sure he never even knew existed… 

My wife, in a seductive tone, said, “Define: An insane amount of money. And do keep in mind, 

you only get one chance…” 

We watched him put it all together. She was really my Wife. She was really a Whore (now at 

least). And that meant that if I had a Son, then she was really his....

My Wife smiled as the truth hit him, and his ultimate fantasy was dangled in front of him. But of 

course, she had to be bluffing… right? 

I was at least 30% convinced that nothing he could say would really make her do it, and she was 

just messing with both of us. Then he blurted out the figure of 1 million dollars, and everyone’s 

jaw dropped. After a solid minute of shock, I looked at my Wife, and said, “You couldn’t…” But in 

reply, she gave me a look of indignant surprise, and said, “Baby, I LOVE you. But if he goes 

much higher than that, he can watch our Son at one end, and the Family Dog at the other!” 

Right in that moment, we heard choking noises, and, for just a second, I thought my Wife had 

given the man at our door a literal heart attack. But, when he finally recovered. The first words 

out of his mouth were, “TWO MILLION DOLLARS!”

…

Over the next two weeks, my Wife and Son came to work with me every morning, and my Wife 

would let the guys at work buy her services at a discount so that they could afford her. The idea 

was to ease my Son in it. Somehow, that made sense to her. So I tried to get work done, as, 

right outside my door I heard the woman I married crying out how good Daddy’s work friends 

were “Fucking your Whore, Mommy!”. For two solid weeks, the played the escalation game. A 

handjob from Mom became a blowjob from Mom. Then sex with Mom. Then sex with Mom while 

someone watched became watching Mom have sex. By the end of the two weeks, his Mother 

was getting gangbanged in front of him while he watched and jerked off to them telling him what 

a good little whore his Mommy was. 

They never got to practice with the Dog, but the dog was a dog. The moment my wife got up on 

her hands and knees, and called him over to her, he was ready. He mounted her on the actual 

boardroom table, while the actual board looked on. Then they told me to go and get my Son, and 

I led him into the room where he mounted the table, shortly before mounting the other end of his 

Mother. 

Our own Son face-fucked her while a literal dog beast fucked her from behind a room full of my 

superiors jerked off to the whole thing and made my Son stop from time to time so could answer 

their questions about how good it was, and how much she loved it. 

When both my Son and the Dog were done with her, they made my Son join me at the back of 

the room. Then they gangbanged his Mommy, and my wife, while the two of us watched. I made 

the mistake of thinking that it couldn't’ get any worse. And that was when I heard her voice from 

the door as she said. 

“Hey there little Brother… Do you think you’re ready for this next part?”