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:

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 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
=========================

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
==================

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
=====================

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 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 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 
