My daughter the prostitute #3

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OOC: Yes that’s right, this is the third time that I’ve started this same thread. The other ones just seemed to die out.

Following is the start off post of the story:

IC: "Man, you have got to try this place. All the girls there look like their still in high school! And, if you do go, I highly recommend this little wet dream named Emily. She’s a natural!" That’s my coworker, Joe, telling me about a new whore house he found yesterday. I say to him with a smirk on my face, "Sounds like you had a good time pal!" He smiles and says to me, "Lets just say that my balls still ache!" I respond by saying, "Sounds like sweet little Emily gave you a good going over!" He says, "If you only knew what I did to that bitch!"

My name is Jim. I’m a successful real-estate agent working at a local company. I’m happily marred, and with our daughter, we live a very comefterble life. I made a killing in the stock market a few years ago when it boomed, then I had the presents of mind to bail out before it crashed. We have a big house, pool, the works.

Joe’s descriptions of yesterday sparks my interest, and I decide to leave work early and check out this cat house. After getting directions from Joe, I get in my BMW and hit the highway. Joe tells me it’s about 10 minuets out of town.

*narration while Jim drives*
I still work part-time in the real-estate market, making even more bucks. My wife, Malissa, is basically a socialite, and dose some good community work. Our daughter is finishing up high school. She want’s to rent a small house with one of her girlfriends, get a job, and just hang out for a few years before going off to college. Her Mom and I have spoiled her a little, but she still has a level head. She’s very popular, and has many friends, and she often stays out. If you ask me, she stays out a bit to much, and I’ve made that know to her more than just a few times. But what can I say, I love her more than anything, and I want to protect her, and she knows it. She’s made gentle hints that she’s till a virgin by saying things like, "Oh daddy I’m saving my self for the right man." It’s funny though. My daughter's name is Emily too. I guess it’s a popular name.

Yes, I’ve been cheating on my wife on and off for years., but she doesn’t know.

Now let’s see, get off the highway at Main street, left on 2nd…

This must be it. A big house. I guess Joe was right. He said it’s an up scale place, and the minimum for a role in the sack with one of these girls is $500! More for some nasty stuff.

I park the car, get out, walk up to the door, and ring the bell. A few seconds later a good looking middle aged lady opens the door. She must be the Madame. She says, "May I help you?" I respond by saying, "Hi, my friend Joe said I should call." I kind of give her a look and continue, "I hope I have the right place?" She smiles at me, looks me up and down, and says, "I certainly hope you do!" She opens the door, takes my arm, and says "please come in." As we walk down a short hallway she says to me, "My name is Carroll and you are?" I respond, "My name’s Jim."

As we walk in to the living room I see four or five very young and pretty girls, scantily dressed, standing around the wet bar chatting and giggling. The madam says to them, "Lades we have a guest. This is Jim!" The girls all turn to face us. Then, …SHET! I can’t believe my eyes! It’s my daughter Emily! We spot each other and we are both shocked to see each other! Yes, it really is her! She’s all made up, and warring a flimsy skirt that is incredibly suggestive! (OOC: See the attachment.)

The Madame says to me, "Now why don’t you get to know the girls. I’m sure you’ll hit it off quickly, and make you choice." The Madame notices that Emily and I are staring at each other and says, "Oh, I see that you seem to have already made your choice. And I think you have made an excellent choice!" The Madame turns to my daughter, smiles and says in her direction, "This is Emily. She’s one of my most popular girls - with gentlemen and my lady guests as well. She’s been with me for a about a year now, and is well versed in the many ways of - (the Madame turns back to me, smiles slyly, and continues) ‘entertaining’ a gentleman." The Madame turns to Emily and says in a mock stern way, "Emily! Come here and greet our new guest!"

 

[KHAN-E]

Emily

I was shocked when I turned and saw my father standing with Madame Carroll. It was not that I thought my Dad was so straighlaced. I always figured he got a little on the side. I wasn't even surprised that he would frequent a professional parlor of pleasure. After all, that is where a man can indulge in all his real kinky fantasies. And I was sure my father had some of those. Every man does.

I just didn't expect my father to drop by my place of business. Especially since I had worked so hard to keep this part of my life a secret from him. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and attempted to regain my composure. After all, I was the Professional.

"Yes, Ms Carroll," I responded as I walked to where they stood.

"Hello, sir. Jim isn't it?"

I extended my hand, not knowing if my father would shake it, kiss it, or grab it and pull me out to the car to take me back home to suburbia. I smiled at him, wondering what sort of kink he might be into. I noticed that my pussy was getting wet at the thought of my Daddy as my customer for the evening.

I wondered if he would actually do it?!

 

[sail away]

OOC: Khan, Please describe how Emily is dressed. I’ll leave it up to you, but we can assume it would be fitting the seen. Also, I’d like Emily to have one or more piercings, again up to as to how many and where. I see Emily as being very self confident.

IC:
I still couldn’t believe my eyes! The girl before me just couldn’t be my Emily! She’s at the school library right now studying like she always does on Thursdays. Then it hit me! Maybe this is where she really spent her Thursdays after school, with commuters coming home from work—like me! Monday and Wednesdays is soccer practice, and Tuesdays is cheerleader practice. I know this because I sometimes pick her up from practice on those days. But Emily never asked me to pick her up on Thursdays or Fridays. Things start coming together.

I’ve heard of stories of people having a ‘double’, or look alike. I guess part of me just had trouble with the reality before me! As a last desperate thought I looked into her eyes to see if they where the same color as my Emily, they where! My God! My Emily is a prostitute! Although she put on an act of innocents to me and her mom, Emily did seem rather hip to me, but I never considered this!

As Emily started ‘developing’ I’ve had many sexual fantasies of her during numerous jack off sessions. And now one of them seems to becoming true! I realize a number of things: I’m starting to tremble a bit, my breathing is becoming deeper, and the room has been quite for to long and everyone is looking at me!

Emily says to me in her ‘sweet girl’ tone; “Hello sir. Jim isn’t it?” I take the que as she extends her hand. With in trepidation I take her soft hand and manage to say, “Um…Yes that’s right. Hi!”

At this point the Madam cuts in. At first I’m grateful that the stillness has been broken, but I’m shocked at what she says. In a nonchalant business like way the Madame says; “Now, our basic rate is $500 for an hour for each girl that you’d like. That includes oral and (the Madame starts counting on her fingers as though I was buying a car or something) ‘conventional’ sex. Any ‘special requests’ are an additional charge. (The madam glances at me and gives me a bit of a sly smile, then continues.) “And Emily is very good with special requests…” (The madam extends her hand and lightly brushes back Emily’s long hair and continues.) “...Aren’t you dear?”

I glance at the Madam, then back to Emily. I find myself standing holding my daughter’s hand in front of the house madam and a few other young girls, again there is a quite. Suddenly the madam says in a quick tone, “Well…Emily, why don’t you and Jim use the master room upstairs.” Then, as an after thought, the madam turns to me and says, “Unless you’d like to talk with some of the other girls?”

 

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OOC:

Does anyone know how I can start a poll on this thread? I want readers to vote on the quality of it.

Great, good, fair, boring, something like that.

Thanks SA

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

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OOC:
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[KHAN-E]

Emily

Emily looked icily at Madame Carroll.

"I believe Jim and I will enjoy one another's company."

I turned to my father with pursed lips, attempting to look as sexy and seductive as possible.

"Don't you, Jim? After all, as Madame Carroll said, I am very good with Special Requests. I am certain I can satisfy you. Completely."

I was sure my attire added to the seductive effect. Daddy had never seen his little girl dressed in a see-through silver gauze blouse, bra-less, nipples erect.

Daddy knew I had gotten my belly button pierced. But he didn't know I had gotten my left nipple pierced, as well. I was sure the chain connecting the two was visible. It usually caught men's eyes. I'm sure my Daddy saw and wondered about it.

Daddy had never seen me in a micro-mini black leather skirt, with black fishnet stockings, a black garter belt, and black platform pumps. I was pantiless under the skirt, which no one could see quite yet, but was something often on men's minds. It was a sexy, slutty, sultry look.

I had on more make-up than I wore at home, but still not too much. My long hair was pulled into two pig-tails, which made me look somewhat younger and more innocent. It certainly offered a major contradiction to my style of dress.

I noticed a definite tenting of my fahter's trousers. Though he might have been apalled at discovering his daughter's secret life, he was also turned on.

I leand over and whispered to Daddy, "Why don't we go upstairs, 'Jim'? I'm sure we will both enjoy it?"

 

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Besides seeing my Emily in a house of ill repute, the one other thing that kept me wondering if it was really was her was by the way she was dressed—or rather how she was undressed! I’ve seen other kids, around the high school, dressed in that subculture way, but never MY Emily! Oh, sure she’d dress a bit like that when going to a party or something, and her mom would make her change into something more conservative. This would often precipitate some shouting and bedroom door slamming. Emil’s mom practically had a stroke when she walked home from school one day with a ring through her belly button! What really got mom POed was when Emily proclaimed…”Mom,…Look, I’m 18 now and you can’t tell me what to do!...Yu know!”

I look at Emil’s suggestive see through top and see her fully developed breasts for the first time ever, and the chain connecting her belly ring and the one in her nipple! I’ve seen a few pictures of girls with piercings like that in the men’s magazines that I subscribe to. I have them delivered at the office, so my wife doesn’t know. A few of the guys at the office have such subscriptions too and many of the people there know about it, even my sectary, but it’s ok, she’s hip and won’t tell anyone. Us guys, and a few of the girls, at the office share the magazines around. But I never thought I’d see my ‘sweet’ Emily with a chain and piercing like the girls in the centerfolds! I wondered if she had any other piercings!

And that “skirt”. I can just see a bit of her hip as she sways back and forth in a seductive way.

Apparently Emily didn’t like what the madam said about my taking with the other girls, and Emily steps up to me and starts talking like a very confident and experienced prostitute. My God. My daughter is trying to seduce me! She presses her body to mine and I can feel her body and firm bresets agenst my chest. Suddenly I realize that my cock is becoming more inflated and that a drop or two of precum has passed. I now realize that I had better do something or I’ll be standing here with a wet spot on an obvious place of my pants. Just when I think it can’t get any hotter, I can feel my semi erect penis pressed agensed Emil’s pelvis. Is Emily really implying that we have sex, or is she just trying to get me way to explain things?

The madam breaks the moment by saying, “Well, I think that’s set. Now, Jim we can take ether cash or a plastic. Sorry no checks. And remember that’s five hundred in advance, and if you’d like Emily to perform any thing else for you that’s between the two of you. I think you’ll just fall in love with Emily!” I take a deep breath and let it out and say, “Umm…oh…ya”. I reach into my pocket and take out my wallet and pull out five one hundred dollar bills that I had just got from the ATM on the way over here. I hand the money to the madam as Emily looks into my eyes and I suddenly realize that I've just purchased my own daughter for sex!

 

[KHAN-E]

Emily

Pressing my body tightly against my father's had told me that he was indeed well hung. I had always wondered. A thrill shot through my body, making my damp cunt even wetter.

I had always suspected that my father had sex outside the home. Mom was such a prude. Daddy was obviously more a sexual animal. And I was going to have an opportunity to find out just how much of a sexual animal he was.

As he paid Madame Carroll I stated, "I'll take Jim to Room One, Ma'am, since it is his first visit. That will allow him a full range of options."

Room One, at the top of the stairs, was the largest of the "client" rooms. It contained a large bed, as did all the rooms. But it also contained a mini-dungeon, with a nice selection of whips and paddles, for bondage and discipline games.

There was even a floor drain and plastic mats for water-sports. Beyond the floor drain was a shower stall large enough for three. Certainly any kink could be had in the house. And Room One was the perfect room for any and every kinky experience.

I had no idea what kinks, if any, my father might enjoy. But I wanted to be certain he knew his daughter had mastered a degree of expertise with them all. I wanted him to know I was a complete professional.

"That is an excellent idea, Emily", Madame Carroll replied. Then, to Daddy, she said, "I am sure Emily will satisy your every desire, Jim. Stop by to see me before you leave and I'll buy you a drink."

Madame Carroll always liked to "de-brief" new guests, to ensure their complete satisfaction. The business operated on word-of-mouth advertising which was only possible if the guests were indeed satisfied.

Repeat customers were the bulk of the business, which also necessitated customer satisfaction. I had never had a complaint from a customer. Perhaps that was becuase I truly enjoyed what I was doing. Some girls were only in it for the money.

I wanted both the money and the sex. I hoped to build a hefty bank balance, while at the same time mastering the delicate and decadent art of sex. I intended to be the best lover I could be.
There was no place I could learn more about the pleasures of sex than at a high class house such as Madame Carroll's.
I took my father by the hand and led him up the stairs, making certain I exagerated the sway of my hips as I walked. I wanted Daddy to imagine what those hips could do, even before we got to the room.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs I stopped and turned, pressing my body tightly against Daddy's.

"Well, here we are. Door Number One."

I turned, maintaining body contact the entire time. My hips grazed Daddy's crotch as I opened the door. I stepped into the room.

"CUM in, 'Jim'," I said, with a smile on my lips.

When Daddy entered the room I closed the door. Now came the real test. Would Daddy allow me to go on being the consumate professional woman of pleasure after the door was closed?

"What would be your pleasure tonight sir? I'm sure I can satisfy your every need."

 

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As soon as I gave the madam the money Emily took my hand and, while trying to conceal a sly grin, lead me up the stairs—to what, I started to tremble at the thought! This place looked more kinky than the two or three other houses I’ve been to in the past. There where two other girls and a guy. One girl was dressed in a white corset longuray outfit. The other in skin tight black leather jeans and a black lace bra. And guy in blue jeans and a tight tank top. Apparently this house was theme based.

As Emily led me up the stairs I was almost eye level with the hem of her skirt, and my heart almost pounded out of my chest when I got a glimpse of Emily’s ass and between her lags her swollen pussy and her pink inner sex folds poking out from them. She obviously was not warring panties!

Once at the top of the stairs Emily led me to a door, then she pressed her hips to my crotch, no doubt feeling my still hardening cock, then she said in a quiet seductive tone: “Well, here we are. Door Number One.” In a flash I had the thought of Monty Hall jumping out and saying “And let’s see what Jim picked behind door number one!” I guess you mind goes numb when you’re stressed sometimes.

I walked in following my daughter into the room. The room was semi lit and as my eyes adjusted I started to make out a crazy seen. The first thing that got my full attention was the wall next to the head of a large bed. On the wall were numerous wooden pegs with many loops of brightly colored ropes, two coiled wipes, a number of chromed handcuffs on one peg, numerous straps, what appeared to be a leather hood, two or three strap on dildows, and some other things that I could not make out. There were a few of what appeared to be a three foot long black rod with a straps at each end.

The bed had a red comforter and what appeared to be black sateen sheets. On the opposed wall was a draw cabinet with a large flat panel TV screen, what appeared to be a VCR next to it, and a video camera on a tripod on the other side of the room. The other cabinet next to the TV screen had what must have been about twenty or thirty dildos, vibrators, all standing up, and a few other things that I could not make out just yet.

With my mouth wide open I mumbled to myself, “What the hell is this!”

Just then my shock was broken when Emily whispered, "What would be your pleasure tonight sir? I'm sure I can satisfy your every need." I took a deep breath and said to my daughter, “Cut the crap! What the HELL are you doing here!? (Stumbling on my words) What the HELL is this!! Do you know what your mom would think if she knew about this?!”

Just then, while looking in my daughter’s direction, my eyes adjusted to the light level and I realized what the two or three things were on the cabinet with to the dildos, I never knew what it was called, but it’s the devise a gynecologist uses to do an exam!

I took another look around the room and I started to tremble a bit at the thought of who knows who using all of those things on my sweet Emily!

 

[KHAN-E]

Emily

It looked like the defecation was about to strike the oscilator (as my science teacher might say). I wondered if I could keep control of the situation.

"Now, Jim, just relax. I realize this may all be a bit overwhelming. But we don't have to do anything you don't want."

I walked over to the bed and sat, hoping Daddy would join me. He was still looking around the room seeing all the kinky paraphenalia. He looked at me, his eyes blazing in anger. But it seemed there was still an element of lust there as well. And he was still hard as a rock.

Well, Daddy wanted an explanation. I guess the time had come to give him one.

"Daddy, I think it is fairly obvious what I am doing here? An equally valid question might be 'What are YOU doing here?'. An especially pertinent question since it is obvious you did not expect to find me here. I really don't think Mom needs to find out about either of us being here. I don't think she'd approve. But Mom is a bit of a prude, isn't she? After all, aren't you here to get waht she doesn't provide at home?!"

Daddy was at least listening. The anger seemed to be fading, while the lust still seemed very present. It looked as if his hard cock was throbbing in his pants.

"I am earning money. Lots of money. And I am furthering my education. I am learning more about sex than many women know. I have become quite proficient in many means and methods of pleasure. And, Daddy, I'm having lots of fun. I have discovered that I absolutely adore SEX!"

I waited to see Daddy's reaction to the revelation that his only daughter was a very expensive, and VERY KINKY prostitute, and one who truly loved her work.

 

[KHAN-E]

Emily

It looked like the defecation was about to strike the oscilator (as my science teacher might say). I wondered if I could keep control of the situation.

"Now, Jim, just relax. I realize this may all be a bit overwhelming. But we don't have to do anything you don't want."

I walked over to the bed and sat, hoping Daddy would join me. He was still looking around the room seeing all the kinky paraphenalia. He looked at me, his eyes blazing in anger. But it seemed there was still an element of lust there as well. And he was still hard as a rock.

Well, Daddy wanted an explanation. I guess the time had come to give him one.

"Daddy, I think it is fairly obvious what I am doing here? An equally valid question might be 'What are YOU doing here?'. An especially pertinent question since it is obvious you did not expect to find me here. I really don't think Mom needs to find out about either of us being here. I don't think she'd approve. But Mom is a bit of a prude, isn't she? After all, aren't you here to get waht she doesn't provide at home?!"

Daddy was at least listening. The anger seemed to be fading, while the lust still seemed very present. It looked as if his hard cock was throbbing in his pants.

"I am earning money. Lots of money. And I am furthering my education. I am learning more about sex than many women know. I have become quite proficient in many means and methods of pleasure. And, Daddy, I'm having lots of fun. I have discovered that I absolutely adore SEX!"

I waited to see Daddy's reaction to the revelation that his only daughter was a very expensive, and VERY KINKY prostitute, and one who truly loved her work.

 

[KHAN-E]

Emily

It looked like the defecation was about to strike the oscilator (as my science teacher might say). I wondered if I could keep control of the situation.

"Now, Jim, just relax. I realize this may all be a bit overwhelming. But we don't have to do anything you don't want."

I walked over to the bed and sat, hoping Daddy would join me. He was still looking around the room seeing all the kinky paraphenalia. He looked at me, his eyes blazing in anger. But it seemed there was still an element of lust there as well. And he was still hard as a rock.

Well, Daddy wanted an explanation. I guess the time had come to give him one.

"Daddy, I think it is fairly obvious what I am doing here? An equally valid question might be 'What are YOU doing here?'. An especially pertinent question since it is obvious you did not expect to find me here. I really don't think Mom needs to find out about either of us being here. I don't think she'd approve. But Mom is a bit of a prude, isn't she? After all, aren't you here to get waht she doesn't provide at home?!"

Daddy was at least listening. The anger seemed to be fading, while the lust still seemed very present. It looked as if his hard cock was throbbing in his pants.

"I am earning money. Lots of money. And I am furthering my education. I am learning more about sex than many women know. I have become quite proficient in many means and methods of pleasure. And, Daddy, I'm having lots of fun. I have discovered that I absolutely adore SEX!"

I waited to see Daddy's reaction to the revelation that his only daughter was a very expensive, and VERY KINKY prostitute, and one who truly loved her work.

 

[KHAN-E]

Emily

It looked like the defecation was about to strike the oscilator (as my science teacher might say). I wondered if I could keep control of the situation.

"Now, Jim, just relax. I realize this may all be a bit overwhelming. But we don't have to do anything you don't want."

I walked over to the bed and sat, hoping Daddy would join me. He was still looking around the room seeing all the kinky paraphenalia. He looked at me, his eyes blazing in anger. But it seemed there was still an element of lust there as well. And he was still hard as a rock.

Well, Daddy wanted an explanation. I guess the time had come to give him one.

"Daddy, I think it is fairly obvious what I am doing here? An equally valid question might be 'What are YOU doing here?'. An especially pertinent question since it is obvious you did not expect to find me here. I really don't think Mom needs to find out about either of us being here. I don't think she'd approve. But Mom is a bit of a prude, isn't she? After all, aren't you here to get waht she doesn't provide at home?!"

Daddy was at least listening. The anger seemed to be fading, while the lust still seemed very present. It looked as if his hard cock was throbbing in his pants.

"I am earning money. Lots of money. And I am furthering my education. I am learning more about sex than many women know. I have become quite proficient in many means and methods of pleasure. And, Daddy, I'm having lots of fun. I have discovered that I absolutely adore SEX!"

I waited to see Daddy's reaction to the revelation that his only daughter was a very expensive, and VERY KINKY prostitute, and one who truly loved her work.

 

[KHAN-E]

HUH?!?!?!

OOC: I'm sorry, but something seems to be wrong with my computer. That is a NEW Record for me - Four, count them, 4 posts of the same reply.

I think maybe the heat of this story has fried my HARD DRIVE (LUV that phrase). Or maybe is just upset the MOTHER Board. - LOL

 

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The sly grin disappears from Emily’s face as I express my anger and confusion. By Emily’s concerned look she must think that the ‘cow dun is about to interfere with the circulator’, as my old high school physics teacher would say.

I stand there still trying to come to terms with it all, and wait for Emily’s response. Emily steps over to the bed, sits down, and crosses her lags. Her ‘excuse of a skirt’ rides up over her hips and if she did not cross her lags I would clearly see her nether place.

Emily goes into her ‘Buffy’ way of talking and rattles off her “explanation”, but the thing that gets my attention the most is when she says’ “…An equally valid question might be 'What are YOU doing here?'…” Ops! I was so overwhelmed at with that I’ve seen that I never even saw that coming. Those words echo in my mind as though being repeated over and over three or four times!

Emily sits there with her head a bit to one side, looking at me, and I look at her. I look again at her partly visible breasts and her piercings and the chain joining them. I feel a strange mixture of shock and lust for my daughter. Then I start having a debate with my mind: ‘Come on you old basterd, fuck her brains out! She wants it and so do you. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years.’ But then I feel guilt, ‘But she’s you’re daughter. I should protect her and get her out of here. And what if someone finds out, like Melissa! (Jim’s wife)

Melissa. We’ve been high school sweethearts and have been sole mates ever since, but sexual gratification is not something that she seems to be high on her list, even less so after Emily was born. Now a days we only have sex when Emily is doing a ‘sleep over’ (at least that’s was she calls it) which is a few times a month. But still Melissa offers excuses, “Take a shower first”, “Don’t touch me their.”, “Not so fast.”, “Not so hard”, “Don’t look at me like that!” I wouldn’t even consider bringing up the subject of oral sex, let alone anal! Crap! Is it any wonder I started going to a few houses! Then I glance at Emily still sitting there in her sultty outfit, pierced breast and all, and remembering what she said about liking sex so much, and it suddenly dawns on me how she is the complete opposite of her mother in that way. As though she got a double dose of sexual drive and mom hardly got any.

I’ve been with about twenty or so ‘girls’ over the years, but most are hesitant about kinky things. The most a prostitute allowed was for me to tie up her arms to the bed with my tie. But now I look at my sweet little Emily sitting there framed by a room of such insidious devises and I wonder how many of them have been ‘applied’ to her by men whom I don’t even know! And in some dark and deep recess of my mind I think of how I’d like to use them on her! I realize that both thoughts excite me! My lust seems to be winning out.

I step over to the bed and sit down next to my Emily. I realize that the little girl that I once bounced on my knee is no longer that little girl anymore. Then I remember something. Many years ago when Emily was little I read a few books on child rearing and there was a line that said “…You can never ‘tell’ your child what to do, they’ll just rebel. The best thing is to support them in what ever they do, and keep their trust.”
I take a deep breath, let it out, and I think to myself that I’ll never think of Emily the same again, she’s a grown woman and the there’s little I can do about her decisions. Besides, prostitution is legal in this county, and I realize that my little daughter’s in business for her self and it seems that she will be for some time.


(OOC: If I’m not mistaken, I think prostitution is legal in Nevada near Reno, so that’s were this SRP takes place.)


Jim is no “goody goody”. In his high school and college years he smoked grass, dropped acid a few times during the ‘psychedelic years’, even spent a few days in the county jail, and more recently he’s cheated on his wife. He still cares for Emily, but it would still not be a big step to take advantage of his daughter’s offer.

I get a whiff of her perfume and look into her eyes and realize that my cock is growing fast and secreting precum causing a spot on my pants, I look into my little angel’s eyes and say, “I want you too baby.”

 

[KHAN-E]

"I know you do, Daddy," I replied, placing my hand on Daddy's knee. "Sex is wonderful. Nothing feels better than a good orgasm," I say as I slide my hand up his leg. My fingers brush against his hard, hot cock. I feel it throb with need.

"I can give you what you need, Daddy."

I realized just how much I did want Daddy to have sex with me. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted a man. But I fought to maintain my professional composure. After all, this was a business transaction.

I let my palm brush across the damp spot of Daddy's pants. His cock jumped again and the pants got even more damp.

"What is your secret desire, 'Jim'?" I asked. Then I continued to explain, "Lot's of men visit here and want me to call them 'Daddy" while we have sex. I think most men wish they could fuck their daughters. They wish their daughters were available as their sexual sluts. Would you prefer me to call you 'Jim', or 'Daddy'?!?!?!"

 

[sail away]

“Call me ‘Jim’”

Any concern about Emily’s reaction to what I just said is relieved as Emily whispers to me seductively, “I know you do daddy.” Then, like a 'woman', she places her hand on my leg like and, while we look into each other’s eyes, she slides her hand up my leg to my harding cock and touches it for the first time ever causing it to harden completely and wet. As she caresses my sexual organ with her seemingly experienced and tender fingers, my cock throbs and presses against my loose pants, tenting them in an obvious way.

I start to breath deeply and then Emily, again in her sweet ‘Buffy’ like voice Emily says to me, “Lot's of men visit here and want me to call them 'Daddy" while we have sex. I think most men wish they could fuck their daughters. They wish their daughters were available as their sexual sluts. Would you prefer me to call you 'Jim', or 'Daddy'” I suddenly have an image in my mind of horny middle-aged family men whom I don’t know desperately humping and penetrating my prostrate daughter, with her legs out stretched, while she screams, “Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy!” My heart starts to pound in sexual tension and I say, “Call me ‘Jim’”. I think to myself, ‘At least that way I might be able to preserve some semblance of our daddy daughter relationship during Emily’s ‘off hours’.

 

[KHAN-E]

"Certainly, 'Jim'. and have you decided exactly what you want me to do for you?"

I could not believe how forcefully Daddy's cock was throbbing in my hand. He was close to cumming, and still fully dressed. I decided I'd better get him out of his clothes quickly. I reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. As each botton was undone, I'd massage the exposed flesh just a little.

"I want to make you feel good, I'm sure I can satisfy your every desire, 'Jim'. Just tell me what you want me to do."

I had no idea if Daddy had any kinky sexual interests. And I wondered if he would divulge that to me, his daughter, even if he did. I expected we would end up having straight sex. Even that might be too much for him. It may be that he would want nothing more than oral. But, if so, I was determined to give him the best blow job he had ever received.

I had assisted many men in undressing. I could unbutton a shirt with just one hand. I displayed this talent for Daddy "Jim" as I rubbed his throbbing cock through his pants. I reached for the zipper of his trousers.

"How about us letting your cock out for some air?" I asked, wondering how Daddy would respond to his "little girl" saying the word, "cock".

I finished unbuttoning his shirt as I unzipped his pants. I leaned over and began to lick the flesh on his chest as I pulled his cock out into the open. I kissed his hardening nipples as I slowly jacked his long, hard prick. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was enjoying seducing my father.

 

[sail away]

Jim thinks the way Emily asks what I want her to ‘do for me’ is like a waitress asking ‘what what would you like on the ‘menu’. As though Emily were taking an order. I look around the room and wonder if I dare confide my darkest fantasies to my daughter that I’ve had about her for years. Should I tell her of my dreams and fantasies of her deep throating me, of fucking her, anal sex, calling her names? I look around the room at the ropes dildows and other devises and I think that I’ll have plenty of time to find out!

Jim is surprised at the way Emily, with a gleam in her eye, expertly and quickly unbuttons his shirt, unzips his pants and fondles his cock all at the same time. Better that any of the other whors (OOC How is that spelled anyway?) than he’s been with. He wonders how she learned to do that so well and how many other men she’s been with. He wonders if Emily learned to be quick about the preliminaries because she might be used to having men lining up for her downstairs!

As Emily leaned over to me I heard her say her first dirty word. My little sweetheart saying ‘cock’, and she was talking about my cock! I looked down at her as she put her face to my chest and nibbled at my nipples, and I lightly placed my hand on her head. With this display of eroticism and remembering what the madam said about Emily’s kinky side I realize that I can divulge my fetishes to her.

Emily unzips my pants and with out hesitation slides her hand inside easily finding my hard cock, pulling it out, and fondling it with her soft fingers. At once my precum coats her hand.

While Emily still kisses my chest and fondles my cock I reach behind her and place my hand on her small tanned ass. I’m surprised when my middle finger lands on the door to Emily’s rectum, and this causes my cock to ooze more precum.

I take a deep breath and say, “Stand up and let take your close off”

 

[hornydude04]

Just curious, is this a closed thread? If it is, just ignore me, but if not, may I volunteer to play Joe?

 

[sail away]

Hi HD,

This thread is open to new players as new roles come up. However, there are about three people ahead of you (besides KHAN-E and me) so you probably have a wait ahead. We were thinking of a number of later seens including a group. The character of Joe has been taken, sorry. Please check the “OOC casting call” thread for this SRP for updates and characters to fill.

SA

 

[msboy8]

Alan

Alan slapped the blonde wearing the leather on the ass. 'Smack!'
"He He, that Emily is sure hard to beat isn't she?', He teased as he took a slug from his drink. "She is even cutting into my clients.". Alan admitted.

Alan adjusted his tight, leather pants. "Well, she's taken now, all I need is one of my ladies to arrive and I can wait." Alan set his sexy ass down on a bar stool knowing he would be busy soon.

 

[KHAN-E]

OOC: Please do not post to this thread without the approval of sail away.

Please read the "Casting Call" thread if interested in playing. Then check with sail away about what role and when you will play.

Hey, sail away (aka Daddy, aka Jim), it is spelled "whores".

 

[KHAN-E]

I stood before my Daddy, my customer, still wondering what he wanted to do to me, or wanted to have done to him.

"Would you like to help, Jim?" I asked as I began to slowly and, I hoped, seductively unbuttoning my blouse. How many times had I stripped for clients in the few months I had been at the house? So many I had lost count. Then why was I so nervous this time?

I knew the reason. This was "Daddy". Even if I called him by his first name, it was still my father. I had done many kinky sex acts since I had become a prostitute, but preparing to have sex with my own father was by far the kinkiest thing I had ever done.

I turned my back on Daddy as I undid the last of the blouse buttons. I hoped he enjoyed the tease. I pulled the blouse from my arms and held it over my breasts, with their stiff nipples. Slowly I turned to face Daddy.

With a flick of my wrist I threw the blouse toward Daddy, exclaiming, "TA - DA!"

I hoped he liked my breasts. They weren't as big as some of the girls at the house, but they were nicely formed, a sufficient mouthful. And, as they say, "anything more than a mouthful is a waste."

I knew Daddy could clearly see the chain connecting my belly-button piercing (of which he had known) with my pierced left nipple (of which he had not known until tonight). There was an odd gleam in his eye, as if the chain confirmed that his daughter was indeed a kinky young whore.

I walked over Daddy, my tits just inches from his face. I suggested, "Why don't you take off my skirt for me, "Jim"? And feel free to feel me."