Subject: My First Escort Job - Greg Dreams of His Daughter (MF, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: February 19, 2005
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of
this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
This work is copyrighted to the author ©2010. It may be posted to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites so long as no changes
are made AND the author information is retained.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Summary:
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
Chapter 1 – Joining an Escort Agency
Chapter 2 – Getting Ready
Chapter 3 – Dinner
Chapter 4 – The Hotel
Chapter 1 – Joining an Escort Agency
====================================
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 was knew who he was.
I’d never just 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 religious school where any form of sexually-related conduct is
forbidden had proven harder than I’d expected when I signed up. My freshman
year turned out to be not so bad once I learned that my roomie was bi.
Unfortunately, her parents decided to save some money so she was living at home
our sophomore year leaving me with nice, but very virginal, girl for a roomie.
Although there were some times during Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks when I
got 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, being accustomed to having sex
on an almost daily basis, it was not easy for me at times to accept the
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 my recent diary entry about my first bachelor party, I explained a lot more
there about all of this so I won't repeat everything here. Bottom line is I got
to the point where it was do something about the insatiable cravings within me
or die of horniness. Well, maybe I wouldn't physically have died but it would
have been a welcome respite!
What I DID do was to apply for a position 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 full of 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 have always loved it
when I could see that men wanted me, when they desired my body and were willing
to do just about anything just to see it let alone touch it - or 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. 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 were 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 money 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 the 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 over what kind of 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
=========================
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 concert once with my
cousin which showed off my figure nicely without being TOO slutty. 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,
resisted all attempts. This time I finally won this battle although I still
envied those girls with the 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 he 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 to wear to chapel.
In the end she just smiled sweetly and asked, “Ummm, got a date?”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing out load. 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
==================
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 a lot?”
Suddenly I felt so young for some reason. He was so much older and mature than
me that is was almost intimidating. I’d been with older men 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
=====================
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?
It 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 cant 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 you 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 laying 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 soooo 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 soooo
long!”
All I could do was give him an “mmmmmm” 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.
Mmmmm, 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.
“Mmmmmm 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 soooo 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 breath 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 soooo 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 cam back to earth.
“Yes daddy, that was soooo 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 whole he was still cumming, held
his cock over my open mouth to leave the last couple of shots in my mouth.
Mmmmmm 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
20050219 1st Escort Job - Greg Dreams of His Daughter