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MY 1st ESCORT JOB
By Kelly
pghpa_girl@yahoo.com
http://www.pghpagirl.com
I was so nervous! What the hell was I thinking anyway? I must be crazy
to be doing this but at the same time just the mere thought of it was
making me horny as ever. Did I really think I could be an escort?
Since giving up my virginity almost 6 years ago I have had sex with a lot of
guys in a number of situations. The one thing they all had in common was
that either I knew who they were or at least someone I was with did.
Going to a school where sex is forbidden had proven harder than I
expected. My freshman year wasn't so bad since my roomie was bi and
we helped each other get through. Unfortunately she lived at home the
next year leaving me with nice but virginal girl for a sophomore roomie.
Although there were some times during Thanksgiving and Christmas
break when I got to go home and enjoy myself, there were only a few
other times that I was able to be with someone. Needless to say for
someone who is accustomed to sex on a daily basis at home this has not
been easy!
If you read the story about my first bachelor party I explained a lot more
there about all of this so I won't repeat it here. Bottom line is I applied to
an escort agency and a few weeks ago had my first party. It was
incredible!! Having a room full of horny men all looking at me with pure
lust in their eyes and raging hard-ons was one of the most erotic things I
have ever experienced! I have always loved it when men want me, when
they desire my body and are willing to do anything just to see it let alone
touch it or more. To have a whole roomful that one 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 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.
The rules of the escort business are that the agency does not officially sell
or promote sex. They only arranged for a man to hire the services of a girl
for a date – be it dinner, a movie, show, or business affair. They also
claimed that they checked them out to be sure they were not felons or
wanted by any agencies. I was warned that most men assumed that the
girl was also available for additional "services" that were negotiated that
evening. The agency's policy was that anything I arranged with him was
entirely my business and responsibility. The guy paid the agency for the
evening so I never had to deal with money which also provided protection
against prostitution charges. They also provided me 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 available to take me back
whenever I called. I was paid by check twice a month just like any other
job, paying taxes and all! It was up to me to establish what "tip" I got if I
decided to go beyond the standard "date". 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. I decided to limit myself at the
start to married men over 40, preferable with a family, that were from out
of state. Older guys had always treated me well and with them being
married I figured that would ensure they were discreet. As for being out of
state, I hoped that would keep them from hoping to meet me afterwards.
Finally, I also set a strict rule that only one date per guy – no repeats. I
was doing this for fun and I wanted variety. Plus, I didn't want there to be
any chance that someone would think we were starting to form any type of
"relationship".
The agency must have had a lot of guys applying because despite my
restrictions it wasn't long before I started getting e-mails from them with
opportunities. One guy looked pretty handsome and had written a clever
and entertaining introduction. He was from Chicago but what caught my
eye was that he had always been married to the same woman and had a
daughter my age. I replied to the e-mail and got 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 usually expected to have sex on
them so that wasn't the issue. Never before had anyone paid to go on a
date with me which put everything in a while new light. Before 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 what to wear.
I toyed with the idea of dong the schoolgirl look but decided for more
sophistication. I had a nice slit black dress I had bought for a concert
once with my cousin and it showed off my figure nicely. 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
would think I wasn't wearing anything under it. A strapless wonder bra
provided a bit of enhancement to my minimal cleavage. A pair of stiletto
heels with thin straps finished it off and helped to show off my legs to their
best. I spent the afternoon trying to add some body to my hair which
always resisted any such efforts and usually succeeded. 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! I have never been big
on makeup except during a terrible bout with acne when I was 15 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. In the
end she just smiled sweetly and asked, "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.
"Yea, going out for dinner tonight in Columbus," I answered.
"Must be somewhere fancy. Anyplace I know?" she asked.
"Someplace downtown, can't remember the name," I replied, which was
actually the truth once again.
That seemed to satisfy her and she went about to her business. Karen
was a virgin through and through. She didn't even masturbate! Even so,
she was great looking and knew it. She might not have sex but she knew
how to tease. She went out on a lot of dates and wasn't afraid to dress to
the hilt. I felt sorry for the guys though. Seeing her in some of her wilder
outfits they must have thought they hit the jackpot. I could have told them
not to get their hopes up. Karen was totally brainwashed 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.
The taxi pulled up to the curb of a fancy Italian restaurant in the Arena
district of Columbus. I got out and went inside. I gave the hostess my
name and amazingly she immediately took me to a table where a man
was already sitting. Seeing me coming he rose to his feet and smiled. My
heart beat rose 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 44, he still had a full head of hair which was
graying but 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
meet you."
I smiled 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. I felt like a
schoolgirl on a first date, not really sure what to say. Greg seemed to
sense this and he carried most of the conversation at the start. After
some small talk about the weather and my school, he reached across and
put his hand on mine.
"Just to put your mind at ease, Kelly" he said, "I am happily married with 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 am more nervous than you are!"
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?"
he asked.
I felt so young then for some reason. He was so much older and mature
than me that is was almost intimidating. I had been withholder men before,
including my father, but Greg was right of a romance novel! I shook my
head and although I meant speak, it came out more as a hoarse whisper.
"No," I replied, "I have never done this before actually."
That seemed to break the ice. I think we were both relieved to find that we
each were 'virgins" at this little game so it wasn't like we felt we needed to
measure up to a past history of liaisons. We talked about ourselves and
our families. I was surprised at how much Greg shared about his wife and
daughter. He obviously loved them very much and adored his daughter.
He even showed me picture of them from his wallet! He asked me why I
was doing this tonight and I explained to him my need for something new
and different while at school. He laughed at that much to my chagrin
although he explained it was because he thought that I had certainly gone
overboard in my quest! When I asked him the same question he got quiet
for a moment and I wondered if I had 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 44 last month and I started to think about the fact that I cam getting
older. I see my daughter growing up and now she is not even a teenager
anymore. I wanted to remember what it was like to be with a young
women, to feel the excitement of the chase, the thrill of the unknown.
Claire is wonderful and has always been a great partner, friend and lover.
I would never want to hurt her in any way but the thrill is gone and I need
to feel it again. I hope that doesn't make me sound like a jerk to you."
Actually, it endeared me to him somewhat. After all the guys I had 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 said that
he wanted and what I knew that he did, even if just subconsciously, were
not necessarily 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 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 order dinner for both of us and I as thankful he ordered light. First I
wasn't very hungry with my stomach in knots all night and next although I
loved Italian food, it was a pain to eat without making a mess. He started
to order wine but then remembered and smiled to himself it seemed 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 made it
through dinner and I had a small sorbet for desert. So far we had 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. He had not made
any move on me other than to hold my hand across the table! Sooner or
later we would have to address it and 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 are an absolute dream to be with," 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 had hoped for a pleasant evening of
course but deep down I realized that this could prove to be 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 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 yet"
Well, if he couldn't pick up on that 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."
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 for it and yet not doing it!
Getting to the hotel, he dropped it 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. I imagine we got more than a couple of
looks given the age difference. 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. 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 sank in. I was crossing 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. I suddenly 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 about to be paid to give
sex to a man who wanted me only for my body and he could only have me
if he was willing to pay for it. He opened the door and offered me to enter.
I looked at the threshold and knew that if I stepped over it there a label I
would have to wear forever afterwards – whore. Was I willing to go
through life knowing I had prostituted myself, even if only once? It was
like giving up your virginity in that once done there was no way to ever go
back to the way things were before. No matter who knew about tonight,
deep inside I would always know what I really was – a girl willing to sell
her most precious asset – herself.
Well, I stepped over the threshold and entered the room. It was like the
burden had dropped from my shoulders with one simple step forward as I
accepted my fate and role. Now that my had been made it was just a
matter of going through with it. On the way over I had been rehearsing
this I my mind so I was ready. Greg was looking at me now, hesitating as
if now sure what his next move should be so I took charge as a whore
should. I stepped back and fell 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."
I smiled wider saying, "I know Greg. I can tell how much you love her.
Wouldn't you love to have a chance to show her just how you really do?"
Greg was looking confused. I knew he did but at the same time he was
struggling with years of repressed feelings and upbringing. Finally he said,
"God forgive me but yes I would. But I could never do this with her no
matter what."
"So let me be her tonight Greg," I offered, "Let me be Mandy tonight.
Forget who I am and put her face in your mind. "
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I want you to leave for a few minutes. I will get in bed like I was her
asleep at home in hers. Then you come in and do with me all the things
you have 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 have seen her
sleeping at night. You know what you have secretly wish for when you
see her in her tiny thong bikini. You know how jealous you feel when she
comes home and you know she has been fucking some young boy her
age. Now is you chance to act out those feelings and fantasies. Let me be
Mandy tonight Greg."
Greg smiled finally and shook his head. "God you really are something
Kelly. How did you know how I felt about her?"
I just shook my head, replying, "It doesn't 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. C'mon and let's get started."
Greg turned and left with that. I quickly stripped down to nothing and went
in my purse to bring out a the sheerest and tiniest nightie I owned. I
slipped it on and then the matching panties. Looking in the mirror I could
see they flimsy outfit hid absolutely nothing but that was the whole point! I
pulled down the comforter - no way was I letting it touch me after some of
the shows I had seen on TV about hotel room hygiene! I snuggled under
the blanket and pretended to be sleeping just as the door unlocked and I
knew that Greg was back. I heard him entering the room and latching the
door behind him. Well, hopefully he had not transformed into some ax
murderer! I could hear his breathing grow heavier as he moved towards
the bed, seeing me in bed with my clothes on the sofa. I could hear him
whispering to himself, talking himself into doing what I wanted him to do.
"Oh Mandy," he whispered. I felt a chill run through me of anticipation as I
wondered what he was thinking then. Had he ever been in this position
before? Had he ever ventured into her room and seen her sleeping like
this, wanting to pull down the covers but knowing he never could? I felt
the covers moving on my legs as he lifted them to see my lower body. I
kept my closed, pretending to be sound asleep and not aware of what he
was doing. I could feel the cool room air as my legs were exposed and
then up top my waist. Finally the upper part was carefully peeled back
and 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. I could hear Greg's
breathing getting heavier as he must have been standing there looking at
my body. Then I felt his fingers softly running over the skin of my lower
leg, lightly touching me from my ankle 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 hand 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 one of his motions he made a detour and softly ran his finger
across the thin panties covering my pussy. I moaned softly as if dreaming
in my sleep, moving my hips ever so slightly in response to his touch.
Encouraged by my gentle response, his finger began to rub me through
my panties. When he hit my swelling clit I would jump just a little to signal
to him I liked it there. Fortunately he could take a hint and he lingered in
my more sensitive spots. I could feel my cunt getting wet and I knew my
panties must showing some dampness by now. He pulled my panties
over to one side, exposing my shaven pussy. I shaved every day to keep
it looking clean and smooth like it did ten years before. 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 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 erotic!
While he 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 thump his pants hit the floor and I knew
he was standing with his cock exposed right next to me. 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. I wanted soooo bad to open my
eyes and watch but I kept up the façade of not knowing 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 heads rubbing against my lips.
Well, enough was enough and I parted my lips to let him enter. As his
cock slid into my mouth I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Pushing
him out with my lips, I smiled and whispered huskily, "Oh daddy, I always
hoped you would do this!" and then took him back in my mouth and
started sucking him in earnest.
"Oh my god Mandy!" he exclaimed, "I have wanted 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 sucked him he
stripped that off as well so now he was stark naked next to the bed. I still
had my nightie and panties on but I reached down and soon the panties
were no longer an issue. 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. 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 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. Let me give
myself to you"
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 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 had not sucked well over a hundred cocks not to know
how to handle such a cock so I was able to take him without any problems
and he loved it!
Fuck Mandy, you are soooo good!" he cried out, "Take me all in your
mouth, bury your head in my crotch."
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!"
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 spread my legs apart for him. God I wanted 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. He realize what was happening and 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 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 dies 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 with your daughter, make me your wife!"
"Oh…my….god!" he shouted, "I am cumming you little bitch! Take my
cum!!"
Indeed he was! I could feel stream after stream of 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 suck 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 will never forget. You have 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 the deal. I started to put it back in his
jacket but then I took it back again. Whether or not I took the money
would 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.
I was about to leave when at the last moment I thought of something
naughty. I reached in my purse and lulled out the nightie. The panties
were soaked with my pussy and the nightie itself smelled of sex. I laid the
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 except
for 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 tissue sin 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 took 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!
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