Miss Swensson was a statuesque woman of womanly curves that stirred the loins of the men who worked on the factory floor beneath her office, full brea...ted and pout- lipped signifying a strong sexual woman, that most of the workforce desired, including daddy, as he admitted, one night in a drunken slur, 'He would love to stick- her'.Because of the confession I took an interest in her, not as a mothering figure, but as a sex object for men to enjoy, and I wondered what her sex life was all. Now he was not small by any terms and I judged his dick to be about seven to seven and a half inches long and very thick, actually I knew it was thicker than mine as I could self suck when I was younger. I sucked on his dick and even managed to get it into my throat. At first I felt the gag reflex but after the fifth attempt it seemed to subside a bit and did not feel at all uncomfortable. I continued sucking passionately on his dick as if I was a young slut on heat. I started massaging his. I with a sad look on my face understand as he kisses me one last time and walks out the door to his limo waiting in front on the house. I watch as he pulls away when the phone rings. I wave once more as I walk over to the other side of the room to answer it. I pick up the call and it is Marta my best friend. As she is talking to me I glance at myself in the mirror. I was always too modest to stare at myself in the mirror but while she babbled on I was noticing just how cute I was. I got. Some days she gets lucky and I get off her off at lunch, but that’s a rare treat for her. Most lunches I get myself off in one of her holes with no regard for her pleasure. The days I relish the most are those where she gets careless though. If she makes even the slightest noise I give her a punishment she remembers for weeks.Finally, Henry came to some sort of offer. He was sweating profusely, terrified by my smug insouciance. He didn’t realize I was too busy being sucked off to care about.