Subject: My First Escort Job - Greg Dreams of His Daughter
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date: February 19, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Oh my God, I was SO nervous! What the hell was I thinking anyway? I
must have been crazy to do such a thing. Did I really think I could be
an escort without being a whore?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Joining an Escort Agency
Chapter 2 – Getting Ready
Chapter 3 – Dinner
Chapter 4 – The Hotel
Chapter 1 – Joining an Escort Agency
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Ever since I gave up my virginity almost six years ago I’ve had sex with
a lot of guys in a wide range of situations. As varied as they may have
seemed at first glance, until recently there was one thing that they all
had in common. Either I knew who my partner were or at least someone I
knew also knew who he was. In all that time I’d never gone out alone
with some stranger just to have sex. When it comes right down to it, it
wasn't so much that I didn't want to or was afraid of it, the opportunity
just never came around.
Going to a strict religious school where any form of sexually-related
conduct was forbidden had proven harder than I’d expected when I signed
up. My freshman year turned out to be not so bad once I discovered that
my roomie was bisexual. Unfortunately her parents decided to save some
money so she was living at home our sophomore year leaving me with nice,
but very virginal, new roomie.
Although there were some times during Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks
when I was lucky enough to go home and enjoy myself, there were only a
few other times that I was able to have sex with someone. Needless to
say having been accustomed to having sex on an almost daily basis it was
not easy for me to accept this sexless situation. When I was horny it
didn't matter that I “knew what I was getting into.” It’s easy to think
you can do something but sometimes putting it into practice can be a lot
tougher.
In a recent diary entry about my first bachelor party I explained a lot
more about all of this so I won't repeat everything here. Bottom line is
I got to the point where I had to do something about the insatiable
cravings growing within me or die of horniness. Well, maybe I wouldn't
have physically died but it would’ve been a welcome respite!
What I DID do was to apply for a position at an escort agency and it
wasn't long before I was the entertainment at my first bachelor party. I
can't tell you how nervous I was before it started but it turned out to
be an incredible experience! Having a room filled with horny men all
staring at me with pure lust in their eyes and raging hard-ons was one of
the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced!
Since I first noticed it happening as I was growing up, I’ve always loved
it when I saw men looking at me like they want me, when they openly show
signs that they desire my body and are willing to do just about anything
just to see me naked let alone touch me - or do more. To have a whole
roomful of them all at one time, and then to be fucked by each one in
front of the others regardless of their age or marital status, was enough
to make me cum over and over again.
After the complete success of that night, I was ready for more and
tonight was going to be another first for me – being an escort for a
total stranger.
One of the first things I learned was that there are some pretty strict
rules if you’re going to be in the escort business, at least if you’re
part of one of the legitimate agencies that’s not serving as a front to a
prostitution ring. First and foremost, such agencies do NOT sell or
promote sex. They only arrange for a man to hire the services of a girl
for a date – be it dinner, a movie, show, or business affair. Supposedly
they check out the guys to be sure they’re not felons or wanted by any
police agencies or listed on any sex-offender lists. The main point
again being that they are a legitimate service and not a pimping agency.
If a guy just wants a hooker then he can cruise High Street in Columbus
and take his chances.
Payment terms were something new for me as well. At my agency the client
paid the agency directly for the evening so I never had to deal with cash
or credit cards. This also had the added benefit of provided me with
protection against prostitution charges as I wasn't handling money. I
was paid by check twice a month just like any other job, paying taxes and
all!
The agency also provided for my transportation each way in the form of a
taxi that picked me up at school, dropped me off at the arranged
location, and then was always available on a moment’s notice to take me
back whenever I called.
Of course, all that was said with a wink and a smile. During my
indoctrination I was warned that most men would ask if I was available
for additional “services”. You can probably guess what such services
consist of. The agency’s official policy was that anything I arranged
with a client AFTER the date was entirely my business AND my
responsibility. It was up to me to establish what, if any, “tip” I
wanted if I decided to go beyond the standard “date” rules.
Even though I knew this all up front, I still couldn't help but wonder
just how it would all go in actual practice. One thing that made me feel
better was that I was able to have a say regarding the guys I would meet.
When I filled out my profile I limited myself from the start to only
married men over forty, preferable with a family, and they had to be from
out of state.
Yes, there was a method to my madness. Older guys had always treated me
well. I figured married men would be more discreet and less likely to
have STDs. As for being from out of state, I hoped that would keep them
from any expectations that they might meet with me again afterwards.
Finally, I also set a strict rule that only one date per guy – no
repeats. Unlike most of the whores I met at the training class who were
plainly in it for the money, I was doing this for fun and so I wanted
variety over quantity. Plus, I didn't want there to be any chance that
someone would think we were starting to form any type of “relationship”.
Chapter 2 – Getting Ready
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The agency must have had a lot of guys applying because despite my tight
restrictions it wasn't long before I was getting numerous e-mails from
the agency regarding potential clients. One guy caught my eye right
away. He looked pretty handsome and had written a clever and
entertaining introduction. He was from Chicago but what caught my eye
was that he’d always been married to the same woman and even had two
daughters, the oldest who was my age. He seemed to be the right one to
start with so I replied to the e-mail and soon received a confirmation
for the upcoming Friday.
For the rest of the week all I could think about was my upcoming “date”.
I had been on blind dates before and I knew most guys expected to have
sex so that wasn't the issue. The difference here was that nobody had
ever paid me to go on a date with them which put everything in a while
new light. On a blind date, if I didn't like the guy I didn't even have
to leave my house with him. In this case I was being paid to at least
have dinner with the guy, no matter who he turned out to be.
I had never been this nervous before a date before! The night before I
could barely sleep wondering what else he would want to do beside just
have dinner. At the same time I was getting hornier each day wondering
the same thing. The fact that I had no idea what he might want to do
with me was exciting. Would he want just a hand job in the restaurant?
A blowjob in the car? Would he take me to his hotel room? Would he want
it rough or gentle? What if he was into something kinky? The
possibilities were endless and I masturbated several times a day thinking
of a different scenario each time.
Friday classes for me were over by noon this semester making it easy for
me to get ready in plenty of time. The biggest decision was the same I
faced before any date - what to wear. I toyed with the idea of going for
the traditional schoolgirl look but decided on something with more
sophistication. In the back of my closet was a nice slit black dress I’d
bought for a dance once with my cousin which showed off my figure nicely
without being TOO slutty. Although it caught a few close looks from the
chaperones but they let me get back. It would be perfect!
Looking through my lingerie, I selected a sexy black thong that rode high
on my hips such that when I crossed my legs and let the slit in the dress
do its thing you might be tempted to wonder if I was wearing anything
under it. A strapless Wonder Bra provided a bit of enhancement to my
less than optimal cleavage. Finally, a pair of stiletto high heels with
thin straps finished it off which also helped to firm up and show off my
legs to their best advantage.
I spent the afternoon trying to add some body to my hair which, as usual,
valiantly resisted all attempts at putting any body into it. This time I
finally won the battle although I still envied those girls with the
naturally bouncy full hair! I knew if things got a bit exciting tonight
that it would go flat again but by then I figured he wouldn’t be looking
at my hair anymore, if he ever did in the first place. It wouldn't be
the first date where I came home wondering if the guy even knew what
color my hair was!
I’ve never been big on makeup except during a terrible bout with acne
when I was fifteen that fortunately lasted only for a few months.
Looking in my mirror I saw a “girl next door” face and wondered whether
he wanted that or someone more sophisticated. I compromised with a bit
of foundation, some eyeliner and lipstick. Nothing too bright or wild
but enough to add some color.
Finally the package was all together. I had my hair in place, makeup
ready, and dressed to kill. Now all I had to do was wait for the taxi.
While I was waiting my roomie was back from dinner. Karen looked at me
and I could imagine the line of questions she wanted to ask me. I wasn't
dressed like a slut but at the same time, it certainly wasn't an outfit
I’d ever think about wearing to chapel. In the end she just smiled
sweetly and asked, “Ummmmm, got a date?”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Actually, this was
one time I could tell her the truth about my plans for the evening.
Well, at least it would be true so far as what I told her.
“Yeah, going out for dinner tonight in Columbus,” I answered coyly.
“Must be somewhere fancy. Anyplace I know?” she asked.
“Someplace downtown, can't remember the name,” I replied, which was
technically the truth once again. You can’t remember something you never
knew in the first place.
That seemed to satisfy her and she went about to her business. Karen was
a virgin through and through. The girl didn't even masturbate! Even so,
she was great looking and knew it. She might not have sex but she knew
how to tease and flirt with the best of them. She went out on a lot of
dates and wasn't afraid to dress to the hilt. I always felt sorry for
the guys though. Seeing her in some of her wilder outfits they must have
thought they’d hit the jackpot. I could’ve told them not to get their
hopes up. Karen was totally brainwashed in that she had to save herself
for marriage and no guy had a chance of breaking through that barrier!
It was a few minutes before eight so I went out to the lobby and saw that
a taxi was just pulling up. I figured it must be mine so I went out and
sure enough it was. The driver already had instructions on where to take
me so I just got in and rode quietly for the next hour or so, getting
more nervous and more horny with each passing minute.
Chapter 3 – Dinner
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The taxi pulled up to the curb of a fancy Italian restaurant in the Arena
district of Columbus. I quickly got out and went inside where I gave the
hostess my name. Amazingly she seemed to know who I was and immediately
directed me to a table where a man was already sitting.
Seeing me coming the guy rose to his feet and smiled at me. My heart
beat rose a few notches as I looked him over quickly. He was dressed in
an expensive suit with an off-white shirt and brilliant blue tie.
Although I knew from his profile that he was forty four, he still had a
full head of hair which was graying at the temples but that only lent an
air of sophistication. He looked to be about six feet tall and obviously
worked out from the trim build and just the way he carried himself. He
was handsome in a classic manner, standard white protestant male. Clean
shaven, he had a pleasant smile without showing too much teeth. He tried
to act nonchalant but I saw his eyes giving me the once over quickly.
So far, so good! As I approached he extended his hand and gently shook
my hand. Nothing too firm as if I was a business pal but perfect for a
lady to hold.
“Good evening... Kelly I presume?” he said, “I’m Greg. It’s a pleasure
to finally meet you.”
I smiled sweetly as he helped me off with my coat. The hostess took it
and left, but not before I saw her smile a bit and shake her head just
enough to signal that she knew what was going on. Oh well, I didn't know
her anyway so who cares? Greg pulled out my chair for me to sit in.
Wow, I actually felt like a schoolgirl on a first date, not really sure
what to say. Greg seemed to sense my awkwardness and he carried most of
the conversation at the start. After some small talk about the weather
and school, he reached across and put his hand on mine.
“Just to put your mind at ease, Kelly” he said, “I’m happily married and
I even have a daughter your age. Actually I just became a grandpa last
month when my older son and his wife had a little girl. I’ve never dated
anyone like this before so trust me, I’m more nervous than you are!”
The part about his son hadn't been in the profile which raised a small
alarm within me. What else had he left out? Still, I laughed a little
at that and immediately blushed as it made me sound like a teenager
giggling at some boyfriend’s remarks. Greg smiled and held my hand.
“You really are cute you know. Do you mind if I ask if you do this sort
of thing a lot?”
Suddenly I felt so young for some reason. He was so much older and
mature than me that is was almost intimidating. Sure I’d been with older
men before on dates before, including my father, but Greg was like right
out of a Victorian romance novel! I shook my head and although I meant
to speak, my reply came out more as a hoarse whisper.
“No, I’ve actually never done anything this before.”
That seemed to break the ice. I think we were both relieved to find that
we each were “virgins” at this game so it wasn't like we felt we needed
to measure up to a past history of liaisons. From there we talked about
ourselves and our families. I was surprised at how much Greg shared
about his wife and kids. He obviously loved them very much and adored
his daughters. He even showed me a picture of them from his wallet!
Greg then asked me why I was doing this tonight and I tried to explain to
him my need for something new and different while at school. Much to my
chagrin, he chuckled at that although he explained it was because he
thought that I’d certainly gone overboard in my quest!
When I asked him the same question he got quiet for a moment and I
wondered if I’d broken some code of conduct for escorts such as, “Never
ask the client why he is doing this.”
Greg looked me straight in the eye and said, “To be perfectly honest, I
turned forty four last month and I started to think about the fact that
I’m not getting any younger. I see my kids growing up and now my oldest
daughters isn’t even a teenager anymore. I remember what it was like to
be with a young women, to feel the excitement of the chase, the thrill of
the unknown and I want to feel that again in me. My wife Claire is
wonderful and has always been a great partner, friend and lover. I’d
never want to hurt her in any way but the thrill is gone and I need to
feel that again, if only for one last time before it’s too late.
Sorry... I hope this doesn’t make me sound like some kind of a jerk to
you.”
Actually, it endeared me to him somewhat. After all the guys I’d met and
chatted with that complained about their wives and wanted to cheat on
them, Greg was a bit different. I also knew what he wanted for the
evening and that I was the perfect girl for him.
The thing is, what he SAID that he wanted and what I knew that he did,
even if just subconsciously, may not necessarily be the same. The secret
was in the way he described his family and his love for them. I knew
that he was feeling a bit guilty about his wife and that he loved his
older daughter Mandy. I had a feeling that there was something about
Mandy that I could exploit to make this a memorable evening for both of
us and still let him go home to Claire with a faithful heart, if not a
faithful cock.
Greg ordered dinner for both of us and I was thankful when he asked for
something rather light. First, I wasn't very hungry with my stomach in
knots all night and next, although I loved Italian food, it’s a pain to
eat without making a mess. He started to order wine but then remembered
my age and smiled to himself as he put aside the wine list. I just drank
some ice water with lemon although for a second I was afraid he might
order me a glass of milk!
We somehow made it through dinner and I had a small lemon sorbet for
desert. So far we’d kept the discussion away from anything other than
ourselves and dinner so I had no idea what his plans were for the rest of
the evening. So far he’d not made any move on me other than to hold my
hand across the table! Sooner or later we would have to address the
elephant in the room and as inexperienced as I was, I didn't know if it
was up to me or him to break the ice.
In the end I figured I was obligated for dinner and nothing more so it
was up to him of wanted anything else. After he paid the check – cash I
noticed, I started to feel nervous again as I waited for him to say
something. It wasn't long before he did...
“Kelly, you’ve been an absolute dream to be with tonight,” he started
out. “I just want you to know that dinner has been everything I could
have hoped for and if you feel you should go home now I would completely
understand.”
I was a bit touched at his sincerity. I’d hoped for a pleasant evening
of course but deep down I had this fear that it would end up being dinner
with some ugly lecherous guy trying to grope me from the minute I sat
down and then expecting me to fuck him all night. If it wasn't for the
fact that I knew he was paying for me to be there, I could have been at a
pleasant dinner with a new boyfriend given the way things had gone so
far. To be honest, I WANTED to be with him. If anything, taking money
from him would ruin the atmosphere that had been created, cheapen it in a
way I didn't want to happen.
“Oh no Greg,” I answered, “I have no desire to go home yet. This has
been a wonderful evening and I appreciate everything so far. I’m not
ready for it to end quite yet – if that’s what you want I mean.”
Well, if he couldn't pick up on that hint then he would have to be a lot
less perceptive than I thought! Greg didn't fail me though. He stood up
and took my hand, helping me to my feet. He smiled and softly said to
me, “Then if it’s OK with you Kelly I would love you to join me in a
more... intimate setting shall we say.”
I reached up and kissed him on the cheek, settling back on my heels with
a shy grin on my face. For goodness sake here I was a slut being paid to
go out with this guy yet somehow I was feeling more like a princess on a
date! He called for my coat and we left for the parking lot where he had
a nice rental car to take us to his hotel. On the trip back we just
talked about the city. Neither of us was really familiar with Columbus
so it was like a tourist ride for both of us.
Once again I was surprised in that Greg was a total gentleman, never once
trying anything so far as touching me or feeling me. Even on regular
dates it wasn't unusual for me to give head once we got in his car and
here I was being paid and yet not doing anything!
Chapter 4 – The Hotel
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Upon our arrival at the hotel, Greg dropped the car off with the valet
and we entered through the main lobby. No sneaking in the back door or
otherwise trying to hide; instead Greg offered me his arm and we entered
like two lovers returning from an evening out on the town. Even so, I
imagine we got more than a couple of looks given the age difference
between us. The guys most likely were wishing they were Greg while the
women probably considered me as slut – or worse and Greg as some dirty
old man! No matter, we got into the elevator and went to his floor and
then to the room without hardly a word between us.
Standing outside his room while he got his pass key out, I felt a tingle
through me as the realization of what was about to happen slowly sank in.
I was about to cross a boundary that I never had thought I would. It was
impossible now to say I was just being a slut when he was paying for sex.
Then again, I guess technically he hadn't paid me anything – yet at
least.
Suddenly I felt the weight of the truth on my shoulders, like someone had
dropped a truck on me. No matter how I had tried to avoid it until now,
the fact was that I was most likely about to be paid to give sex to a man
who, no matter how nice he might seem to be, ultimately wanted me only
for my body. Now if THAT didn't make me a whore, something I’d always
HATED to be called, then what did?
I didn't have any more time to contemplate it as he held the door open
for me to enter. I looked at the threshold and once again I thought
about how if I stepped over it there was a label I would have to wear
forever afterwards – whore. Was I really willing to go through life
knowing I’d prostituted myself, even if only once?
In a way it was like giving up my virginity again in that once done there
was no way to ever go back to the way things were before. No matter who
knew or didn't know about tonight, deep inside I’d always know what I
really was – a girl who had been willing to sell her most precious asset
– herself.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped over the threshold and it was done. When
I entered the room it was like the burden dropped from my shoulders.
With that one simple step forward I accepted my fate and new role. Now
that my decision had been made it was just a matter of going through with
it. On the way over in his car, I’d been rehearsing this moment in my
mind so I would be ready but now everything blanked out and I couldn’t
remember any of the clever things I’d thought of saying right now.
Greg was staring at me now but hesitating as if he was unsure what his
next move should be. I took charge as a good whore would, stepping back
and falling back on the bed, letting my dress ride up such that most of
my legs were exposed. I gave him my best sultry look and then started
the game...
“You know Greg, I bet you would love to see Mandy laying here like this,
wouldn’t you?”
Greg’s eyes widened as he replied, “What do you mean? She’s my daughter
for god’s sake. Why are you talking about her now?”
I smiled wider saying, “You can’t fool me Greg. I could tell how much
you love her from the way you looked when you talked about her. Wouldn’t
you love to have a chance to show her just how much you really want her?”
Greg was looking confused. I was making an assumption that he actually
had those feelings for his daughter and from his reaction I was pretty
confident I had read him right. Still, at the same time he was
struggling with years of repressed feelings and upbringing.
Finally he rolled his eyes and sighed, “God forgive me but yes, I would.
But I could NEVER do something like this with her... no matter what.”
“I understand... so let me be her tonight Greg,” I offered softly, “Let
me be Mandy tonight. Forget who I really am and put her face in your
mind when you look at me. “
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Here’s what I want you to do Greg... I want you to leave the room for a
few minutes. I’ll get in bed like I was her asleep at home in her
bedroom. Then you come in and do with me all the things you’ve always
wished you could do with Mandy.”
Greg hesitated so I pushed just a little but more, knowing he was close
to the edge. “You know the feelings you get when you see her sleeping at
night. You know what you’ve secretly wished for when you see her in her
bikini. You know how jealous you feel when she comes home and you know
she’s been fucked by some young kid from school. This is your chance to
act out all those feelings and fantasies you been forced to keep inside
of you all these years. Let me be Mandy tonight Greg.”
Greg smiled finally and shook his head. “God you really are something
Kelly. How did you know I felt about her that way?”
I just shook my head, not willing to go there. “It doesn’t really
matter, does it? What’s important is tonight you can fuck Mandy. You
have your little girl for your very own once and for all. Let me be
Mandy tonight for you.”
Greg’s cheeked puffed out as he let out a deep breath. Then he seemed to
make up his mind as he turned and left the room without another word.
Once the door was closed I quickly stripped down to nothing and went in
my purse to bring out a the sheerest and tiniest nightie I owned,
slipping it on and then following it with the matching panties. Looking
in the mirror I could see the flimsy outfit hid absolutely nothing but
that was the whole point!
Looking at the gaudy comforter on the bed with disgust, I pulled it off
of the bed and tossed it in a corner. There was no way was I letting it
touch me after some of the shows I had seen on TV about hotel room
hygiene! At least the sheets had supposedly been washed since the last
people had stayed in the room.
With that I snuggled under the blanket and pretended to be sleeping just
as the door unlocked. Greg was back. I kept my eyes shut as I heard him
entering the room and latching the door securely behind him. Hopefully
he hadn’t transformed into some ax murderer! I could hear his breathing
grow heavier as he moved towards the bed, seeing me in bed with my dress
laid out over the small sofa. I could hear him whispering to himself,
talking himself into doing what I had urged him to do.
“Oh Mandy,” he whispered in a louder tone, his voice husky with lust.
A chill of anticipation ran through me as I wondered what he was thinking
right then. Had he ever been in a similar situation as this before? Had
he ever ventured into his daughter’s room and seen her sleeping like
this, wanting so bad to pull down the covers but knowing he never could?
Looking at me now, was he seeing the escort he’d hired or was he
visualizing his cute daughter instead?
The covers were now moving on my legs as he lifted them to see my lower
body. I kept my eyes tightly closed, pretending to be sound asleep and
totally unaware of what he was doing. The cool room air chilled my
exposed legs as the covers were pulled completely off of them until I was
lying there with nothing covering me but a flimsy nightie and panties.
I was laying on my back with one leg straight and the other bent upwards
to allow my pussy to be seen more easily. Greg’s breathing was getting
heavier as he must have been standing there staring at my all but nude
body. Then I felt his fingers softly running over the skin of my lower
leg, lightly touching me from my ankle up to my knee. Slowly they worked
their way upward, first on the top of my upper thighs and then ever so
slowly moving down between my legs. I could feel goose bumps rising as
the soft flesh of my inner leg responded to his caresses. The fingers
gradually gave way to his hand until his entire palm was softly massaging
my inner legs, first one and then the other and then back again. God it
was making me soooooo horny!
Finally in the middle of one of his motions he made a sudden detour and
softly ran his finger across the thin panties that were barely covering
my shaved pussy. I moaned softly as if dreaming in my sleep, moving my
hips ever so slightly in response to his touch. Encouraged by my subtle
response, his finger began to rub me through my panties. When he hit my
swelling clit I jumped just a little to signal to him that I liked it
there. Fortunately he could take a hint and he lingered in my more
sensitive spots. I could feel my pussy getting wet and I knew my panties
must showing some dampness by now.
Greg pulled my panties over to one side, exposing my smooth pussy. I
shaved every day to keep it looking clean and smooth like it did ten
years before and I knew he must have been turned on to see me look like a
little girl down there. His exploring finger started at the top of my
pussy and worked its way down, teasing my clit and then spreading me
apart until his fingertip was running little circles around the opening
to my cunt.
I was soaking wet by now and he would spread my wetness around, even
moving up to my clit and wetting it with my pussy cum. Suddenly it
plunged into me and I involuntarily gasped as the pleasure it produced
rippled through me. He hesitated for a second, afraid to “wake” me and
then pushed it all the way into me. God this was so sensual and erotic!
While Greg was fingering my pussy with one hand, I could hear him
fumbling with his pants with the other. His belt buckle came undone and
then I heard his zipper lowering. With a loud thump his pants hit the
floor and I knew he had to be standing with his cock exposed right next
to me. It was so tempting to open my eyes to see his erect dick but I
kept them closed, pretending to still be asleep.
With his other hand he pulled up my nightie to expose my bare boobs and
then I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my nipples. He was still
fingering me as his cock moved in circles around my breast, teasing my
hardened nipples and then running around the soft flesh again. Once
again I wanted SO badly to open my eyes and watch but I kept up the
façade of not having a clue what he was doing.
After playing with my boobs his finger came out of my pussy and the wet
digit began to take play with my nipples as well. His cock started to
rub against my cheek then and finally I felt the head rub against my
lips. Well, enough was enough when it came to the comatose routine so I
parted my lips just enough to allow his dick to enter.
As his cock slid into my mouth I finally opened my eyes and looked up at
him. Pushing him out with my tongue and lips, I smiled and whispered
huskily, “Oh daddy, I’ve always wanted you to do this!” and then took him
back in my mouth and started sucking him in earnest.
“Oh my god Mandy!” he exclaimed, “I’ve been wanting you to suck me for
soooooo long!”
All I could do was give him an “Mmmmmmm” in response but he knew I liked
it. I saw he still had his dress shirt on but as I kept sucking him he
stripped that off as well. Now he was stark naked next to the bed while
I still had my nightie and panties on. Reaching down, the panties were
soon no longer an issue. Totally nude now, I spread my legs wide and
began to play with myself as he fucked my mouth, pushing himself in it
deeper and deeper with each stroke as he continued to swell and lengthen.
Mmmmmmm, I could smell his musky crotch, a rich mixture of sex and sweat
creating an odor I loved to breath in from a man. He must have never
trimmed his pubic hair because he had a huge bush which tickled my face
as he pushed his cock down my throat, almost gagging me as it penetrated
deeper and deeper. God he tasted so good!
I imagined him fucking Claire his wife and wondered how he must have
tasted after she came all over his nice cock. I sucked him like a
daughter should suck her father – good and deep with no resistance or
hesitation. I grabbed his cock finally and stroked him as I released it
from my mouth.
“Mmmmmmm daddy,” I said, licking my lips, “I love your hard cock!”
“That’s it Mandy,” he said, “be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock some
more.”
“Oh yes daddy,” I answered, “I would do ANYTHING for you. Anything...”
I sucked on his cock some more as he continued to stand by the bedside,
rubbing his hands all over me as I enjoyed the wonderful flavor of his
manhood. He had grown tremendously now, at least twice as long as he had
started and so much thicker. I ran my tongue around the head of his
cock, tracing circles around the lip and sucking on just the tip. A few
times he would push it in to the hilt, until I could feel it pushing down
my throat actually. Well, I hadn’t sucked well over a hundred cocks not
to know how to handle such a thing so I was able to take him without any
problems and he loved it!
“Oh fuck Mandy, you’re soooooo good!” he cried out, “Take me all in your
mouth, bury your head in my crotch.”
Well, I was more than happy to comply and I could feel the base of his
cock against my lips as his cock went down my throat again, cutting off
my air so it was only a matter of time before I had to pull away and
breathe again.
I let him drop again from my lips and looked him straight in the eye
saying, ”Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little girl like a whore. Make me
your bitch. Do what you know you want to do to me!”
That’s all it took with him in the twisted state of mind he was in now.
Without another word Greg grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over.
Then he twisted me in the bed until my lower body fell off and I was
kneeling in the floor with my upper body on the sheets. I knew what he
wanted and so I spread my legs apart for him.
God I wanted him to fuck me so bad! It had been ages since I felt a warm
cock inside of me and I would have done anything at that moment just to
get him to fuck me. I could feel his now fully hardened cock pressing
against my pussy from behind, ready to enter me with another push.
“Forgive me Mandy,” he said in a strangely strangled voice, “please
forgive me,” and with that he pushed and I felt his cock spread my pussy
apart until it felt like I would split in half. He pushed just the head
into me and then held himself there, moving it around just enough for me
to feel him there.
“Oh daddy, it’s OK,” I moaned, “I have always dreamed of this. I want
you to know every inch of me.”
“Oh yes Mandy,” he gasped, “I have wanted you like this for so long, so
many years.”
“Fuck me daddy!” I cried out loud, “Fuck me now!”
I pushed back against him as he drove himself all the way into me with
one sudden motion. God he felt so big in me! Suddenly my pussy went
from empty to full as that sensation I loved so well overcame me – my
orgasm. My cunt clamped down on him, holding him so he couldn't pull
out. I could feel my cum gushing over his organ, pouring from me in a
creamy flood.
Greg realized what was happening and he grabbed my hips to pull himself
even deeper into me. I could feel his crotch pressing against my ass and
his thick wiry pubic hair brushing against my bare butt. My whole body
shook as wave after wave of pure pleasure poured through me. God I
hadn't cum like this in ages!
As it died down slowly my pussy released him and he began to stroke
himself in and out of me. He did it slowly at first and gradually built
up speed until he was smashing into my ass and driving me into the bed
with each thrust. After fucking me like this for eternity he pulled
himself from me and lifted me back on the bed again. Spreading my legs
wide, he began to lick my pussy, burying his face in my crotch.
“Yes daddy!” I said whispering again, “Eat your daughter’s pussy. It
wants her daddy soooooo bad!”
Greg’s face was tight against my cunt so he never replied but I could
feel his tongue working magic on my clit. It didn't take long before I
was ready to cum again!
“Oh my god daddy! You’re making me cum! Taste your girl’s cum now!!!!”
and with that I came as once again the world disappeared into a haze of
pleasure and lust.
This one was even better than the first as his tongue ran circles around
my clit and then his teeth gently tugged on it. I thought it would go on
forever and hoped it would but eventually it died down and I came back to
earth.
“Yes daddy, that was soooooo good!” I said softly, “Now I want to be one
with you again. Join yourself with me and make us one body. Show me how
much you love me daddy!”
“Yes Mandy, anything you want,” he answered in a soft, fatherly voice,
“Daddy will take care of you.”
As he said this he was moving up and kissed me, his face wet with my cum.
I loved the way he tasted and we kissed passionately as he lined up his
cock to violate me once again. He drove himself deep into me and I
arched my hips up to let him drill me even deeper.
We started fucking hard then, bouncing on the bed like we would break it.
He held himself above me with his arms and pumped himself in and out of
me like a machine, like some form of nasty fucking machine. I felt him
swelling and knew he was about to cum.
“Cum in me daddy!” I cried, “mate your daughter!”
“Oh…my….god!” he shouted, “I’m cumming you little bitch! Take my cum!!”
Indeed he was! I could feel stream after stream of his hot sperm being
pumped into me as he came and came. God he had a lot of cum built up in
him! I could feel it dripping down my pussy and onto my ass as it
overflowed my cunt. Before the last time he quickly pulled out and while
he was still cumming, held his cock over my open mouth to leave the last
couple of shots in my mouth. Mmmmmmm he tasted so good.
I took his cock in my mouth and sucked the remaining drops from him. He
quickly softened and I knew at his age that would be the only orgasm for
him for a while so I gently sucked him and didn't even try to get him
hard again. His cum was even more bitter than most but I still loved it
as I swallowed down whatever I could get. Finally he collapsed in the
bed next to me on his back and I leaned over him to suck on his sensitive
cock some more. I laid down between his legs, facing him so I could look
at him with his cock in my mouth. He started to stroke my hair as I held
his softened cock in my mouth, licking it softly as I did.
“Oh god that was great Mandy,” he whispered, making me wonder if he was
actually thinking of me as her now!
I held his cock in my hand as I laid my head down on his crotch, his
sweaty pubic hair forming a pillow for me. God he smelled so strong now
of sex and sweat! It was almost overwhelming and I loved knowing I
undoubtedly smelled of it as well.
“Thank you Kelly,” he said, returning to reality, “This has been an
experience I’ll never forget. You’ve done something for me I never
dreamed would happen, let me know what it would be like to fuck my little
girl.”
He reached to the side of the bed where his jacket was and pulled out an
envelope. He smiled and gave it to me after which he laid his head back
and fell asleep, exhausted from the incredible sex we had just had. It
was open and I looked inside to see several hundred dollar bills tucked
away.
For a moment I hesitated. Despite my feelings when I first entered the
room, so far I really wasn't a whore since he had not paid me. Accepting
this envelope though would seal THAT deal. Oh well, what the hell, why
not? Whether or not I took the money wouldn’t change what had just
happened so why not take it and enjoy some shopping with it? I slipped
the envelope in my purse and quickly dressed.
Just as I was about to leave I thought of something naughty. I reached
in my purse and pulled out the nightie. The panties were soaked with my
pussy and the nightie itself smelled of sex. I laid it out on the bed
next to the snoring Greg and smiled. I hoped he enjoyed them later!
I called the taxi with my cell phone and it wasn't long before he showed
up at the lobby entrance. I never said a word to him on the ride home as
he already knew my address. As I rode in the back seat I put my hand
between my legs and felt my still warm pussy, remembering how good I had
just been fucked. Greg’s cum was still in me and I could feel it
draining from me as I sat upright. I had some tissues in my purse and
wiped it off of me to keep from staining my dress and put the damp
tissues back in my purse.
Arriving back at the dorm it was after 3 AM now and fortunately the
lounge area was deserted. I could just imagine how I looked! I quietly
entered my room and was relieved to see Karen was sound asleep. One
thing about that girl, once she was asleep the world could end and she
wouldn’t wake up. I made use of this little trait many a night when I
masturbated! I quietly hung up my dress, and ran down to the showers for
a quick wash down. There is nothing a girl can smell on another girl
more than sex and I did not want Karen getting a whiff of the pungent
odor I knew I must reek of at the moment. Returning to my room I dressed
for bed and laid down.
I was exhausted but it still took almost an hour before I finally fell
asleep. It had been a wonderful evening, far better than I had ever
dared to dream it would be. Maybe this escort business wasn't going to
be so bad after all!
THE END