boring

You spend a while waiting around for your daddy to be ready to leave. The waiting leaves you kinda sullen, you love your daddy and you are pretty sure he will still be your pimp by the end of the day but spending your eighteenth birthday, which you hoped would be full of cocks is actually going to be full of boring ass paper work.

"Sweetie you ready?" Your dad calls you and you bounce up from your seat and run down to the door. When you reach him he give you a once over. "Are you sure you want to be dressed like that?"

You see a chance and take it turning around and bending over slight to show off your butt. "Why does it make my butt look to small?"

"No sweetie, just that you might get cold." You are starting to think you daddy really doesn't find you attractive, which really sucks. Maybe he and mom just fuck like every night and he is just satisfied.

"It's fine daddy." You mumble. He shrugs and walks out the door to his car with you behind. You both get in and when seat belts are attached he drives you to work. "So sweetie." He sounds unsure. "About being your pimp." You're worried he was about to call of his agreement. "While we're at the office don't tell that to anyone." You try not to roll your eyes.

"Ok daddy. I promise not tell everyone you're my pimp and I am a whore." You stick your tongue out at him, teasing him for not committing to being your pimp. Maybe you should go ask your sister, or mother when you both get back home.

Your dad doesn't say anything more for the drive and you let you mind wonder. Each guy you pass in the street you imagine give you a handful of cash then shoving you onto the ground lifting up your legs pulling aside your booty jeans and fucking you virgin ass till the fill you full of cum. You are so caught in all these fantasies that you don't notice that the car has stopped.

"Sweetie?" You dads voice calls you back from your day dreaming and you look over at him. He is blushing slightly and his eyes drift down to you lower half. You look down and see you clitty straining against your jeans. For a second you hope it is because he is finally seeing you as a whore, but that hope is dashed when he reaches into the back seat and hands you a baggy coat. Before you can refuse he says. "It's cold out sweetie I don't want to get sick."

the combination of his fatherly tone and the fact that if you get sick your hopes and dreams of whoring would have to be put on ever more a hold. You done the coat and when you step out of the car find it reaching down to your mid thighs. You would have pulled it up to your waist but it is actually very cold out here. "Thank you daddy." You say as he smiles at you.

"Come on." He pats your head affectionately and you follow him inside.

You were hoping that inside would be a bit warmer but it isn't enough for you to take off the coat. Feeling silly wearing such unrevealing clothing you keep your eyes on the ground and shuffle on behind you dad.

"Hey John." A guy calls out to your dad. "Didn't know it was take your daughter to work day." You feel a bit of a blush spreading at the confusing and hope that when you reveal you are a boy the guy would find you irresistible and take you behind a counter and stuff your throat with his cock.

"Very funny Bill." Your dad says and the other guy laughs, leaving you feeling less enthused about the fantasy. "Steph this is Bill my boss. Bill my son Steph." You look up. Bill wasn't half bad looking, not as tall or fit as you dad but he had a nice face.

"Hi Bill." You give your most sultry voice and bat your eyes at him. When you eyes naturally move to check out Bill's dick you are really disappointed to see no visable response.

"Nice to meet you Steph." As Bill says that you look up and see him very slyly check you out. You want to pull up the coat and show off, but it was just so cold. "See you at lunch John." He walks off leaving you and your dad alone again.

"Bill's nice, and if you change your mind about working here..." He doesn't finish the sentence as you groan in annoyance of his continued refusal to accept what you wanted to be. "Ok sweetie." He pats your head and your annoyance melts away under his father affection. The two of you enter an empty elevator, you have a few fantasies about what could happen in it. then exit on the four floor and walk over to an corner office.

You hadn't been to your dads work place for ages this is the first time you were seeing his office. It looked a little boring, there were a few pics of your mom, sister and yourself, you are disappointed to see all of those pics of yourself before you'd decided what your new job would be.

"Ok Sweetie I need to get to work. Could you please go and get me a coffee?" He asked you so nicely and it gave you something to do so you nodded. "Thanks, the kitchen is just down there on the right." He points and starts to type on his computer.

You leave his office and walk to where he had pointed. The office space was very empty, you get the feeling your dad comes to work early. You reach the kitchen and get a coffee started trying not to think of how this was going to be your day. If you do spend your entire day not getting any cash for being a fuck toy and your dad doesn't have anything for you, you are going to ask someone else to be your pimp.

What was so hard about pimping out your son, you wondered. It's not like he didn't know this is what you wanted to do with your life. He'd next expressed any shame about how you dressed and acted or told you change who you are, he just kept trying to trick you.

"Hey there Steph" You spin around to see Bill standing in the doorway.

See and opportunity you dial up your sluttiness. "Hi Bill, my daddy asked me to get some coffee." You bat your eyes and bite you lip while checking him out.

"Oh." He walks into the room not too far from you but clearly paying you all of his attention. He appeared to be controlling himself but you just knew you could keep going.

"Yeah." You lean against the counter to try and show off when you remember the coat. You make sure to catch his eye and put your hands on the bottom of the coat. "I don't mind but." You lift the coat slowly, "I like being told what to do." You lift the bottom of the coat above your booty jeans, showing off your hard little clitty. As you do the coffee machine beeps and you turn around bending over to push out your ass. "Do you want me to do anything for you?" You look over your shoulder and very slowly shift your weight from one leg to the other to wave your ass hypnotically. It works as it is all Bill is staring at.

After a moment of staring at your ass Bill walks over and press himself against you leaning over. "I'll have a think about that." He reaches over and grabs an empty cup and puts it by the one you had for your father. "For now just a cup." You feel his cock slowly harden in his pants against your ass. You don't stop moving your weight, doing your best to hotdog him though both of your clothing.

You pour the cup for him and your dad and say. "So how much do you pay people who do what you want?" You push your ass back harder against him feeling his cock full harden and shift in his pants to rest right between your ass cheeks.

You are seriously disappointed when he takes the cup and moves away from you. "Best get your dad his coffee." You turn around and see him stare at your ass for a moment more.

Damn. You think as you grab your dads coffee, your coat falls down to cover up your lower half. You must have suggested the whore thing too soon, next time tease them more make sure they are fully hard before letting them know they can pump a load into you for only a little cash. You walk back to your dads office, the place is still empty.

"Daddy?" You ask as you enter the office. Your dad is sitting there at his computer typing away. "I have you coffee." You walk over and lean on his desk putting his mug on the desk and showing off your coat hidden body. Damn you really had to get used to the whole wearing clothes that hide your body thing.

"Thanks sweetie." He smiles up at you and take a sip. "Mmm, you really know how to make me happy." He plays it up no doubt trying to convince you that whoring isn't your only option.

Deciding to finally push back on this you say. "Well as my pimp I have to make you happy," you purse you lips, "any why you tell me too."

He stares at your lips for a moment before letting out a laugh. "Well in that case could you run this over to the mailing box, it's right over there." He hands you a envelope with absolutely no sexual overtones whats so ever. Wow mum must suck him dry every night and morning. You think as you take the envelope and head to the mail box. You would have to ask her to give you some tips when you ask her to be your pimp, because this is not going as you wanted it to go.