Daddy's little Prostitute

[SugarDeSpice]

Donna Smith
long black hair
green almond shaped eyes
tan skin
long legs
5 feet 8 inches
120
36d

Donna ran a brush quickly through her black hair, after she had just slipped the black silk robe over her red lace bustier and panite and garter set that had been the request colors of the client who was waiting downstairs in the lobby of the upscale brothel had requested.

Donna looked down at the piece of paper that gave her a bit of information about what this particular client was looking for...roleplay? She thought, okay she did that type of work sometimes...father/daughter roleplay? Oh well done that one before to. She shrugged her shoulders, daddy's little love slave? Wait a damn minute. She fumed going over to the phone that conected her with the booker downstairs. They know damn well I don't do BDSM or assplay. Which is exactly what she shouted to Trish downstairs on the other end only to find out that it wasn't that kind of love slave. Donna sighed with relief and hung up the phone after telling Trish that she was ready and to send the guy up.

She sat down on the big chaise lounger crossing her legs and adjusting the robe so it hit her undergarments but showed some skin.

ooc-just need the daddy/client

 

[ferryrider]

The lady sent me upstairs to room 4. I knocked on the door and a feminine voice said "come in". I meant to come, but i wasnt in yet, I thought as I opened the door and saw a gorgeous creatrure standing there.Tall and willowy with long black hair, she looked good enough to eat and I intended to have a taste. I'd been told her name was Donna. I said "Donna! what are you doing working here? Your mother will explode when she finds out"

She looked sheepish and said "hello Daddy. I knew you would come in here sooner or later. I know you go to every hooker in town. That's why I became one, because I wanted you to fuck me"

She wasnt really my daughter, but i wish she were. She would make any daddy proud she was so lovely. I asked her to drop the robe so I could see her better. She had on red lingerie. She pirouetted around and then asked if I liked what I saw. I told her I'd like it better if she dropped those skimpy panties, but left the garterbelt and stockings on. She did and stood there withy her black hair matching that on her head. I told her to come over to me and help me out of these clothes.