My daughter...the prostitute!

[sail away]

"Man, you have got to try this place. All the girls there look like they’re 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. I say to him with a smirk on my face, "Sounds like you had a good time pal!" He smiles and says to me, "Let’s 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 married, and with our daughter, we live a very comfortable 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 minutes 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 wants 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 too 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 myself 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. I got swept up in this kind of thing with my job. Agents sometimes ‘entice’ high rolling clients with gifts. It could be dinner at a five star restaurant, a cruse in the Bahamas or a lady for the night! As I mentioned, I got swept up in this long ago.

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 upscale 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 a few 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 in an incredibly suggestive way! 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!"

OOC: Other players may be considered. Please PM sail Away

 

[Joycelet]

Emily

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[sail away]

OOC: sorry, forgot to mentions that the part of Emily is taken. there may be other parts later (M or F). PM SA if intrested.
thanks, SA

 

[justmethatswho]

Emily
Age: 18
High School Senior

It was now the spring of her senior year, she had turned 18 the day after the school year had begun. To her mom, dad and classmates she was always the sweet cute girl. Innocent, good in school. She had just received a letter to being accepted at an Ivy league school. That had been her plan until a last October at a Halloween party at a club downtown.

It was there she had met Madame Carrol, she had complimented her on her look and appeal. Which was something the innocent girl had never heard. It intrigued her, as Madame Carrol, was much older, like in her thirties, maybe early forties. Even so she seduced the young Emily, kissing her, lavishing her with drinks. That night had been Emily's first lesbian experience. The two exchanged text messages until, Carrol had invited her to the house over Thanksgiving Break, her parents had left for another vacation. Ever since her father made his money it seemed his pleasure came first. She had wondered of his faithfulness to her mother, doubting everything was as good as the perception at home. Emily did know for a fact her mother had a few flings.

None the less, upon her visit to the house Emily met a few of the girls. One would think for the sweet girl she would be offended by this degrading job, yet she was again intrigued. When Carrol offered her a job as an attendant at first she said no. Carrol smiled and said if she would like to please feel free, you are welcome at any time, the job does include a nice salary and a clothing allowance. A few weeks later, Emily returned. Carrol dressed her personally, again seducing the young woman before putting her to work.

The first job was a greeter, making conversation, serving drinks and light cleaning, Carraol reminded her, of how much more she could have. It was not that Emily needed the money, her father had given her a credit card and never questioned her purchases. What was it the drew her in she did not know.

By now she was returning on a weekly basis, usually on Friday or Saturday evenings. A young business man had wanted her, yet Carrol said no. She alerted Emily to watch out and be aware. It shocked Emily, that someone in particular a man of such esteem would have found her so sexually attractive.

It was in one of her sessions of lovemaking with Madame Carrol that Carrol urged her to try more. Carrol told her. "She would love to watch Emily seduce a man" It was then Emily confessed she had never had sex with a man.

The next week a girl had called in sick, on a busy night, that was when Carrol caled her back to the office. A skimpy dress and heels where laid out along as her personal attendant stood waiting to prepare Emily. Carrol kissed her, telling Emily how much she would like Emily to work the room tonight. Begrudginly she accepted to please her lover. When the assistant was done, Emily looked the part, no longer the sweet pretty girl, but the sexy vixen.

It was that ninght she first slept with a man, the same who had eyed her up, and Carrol said to watch out for. Later in the eveing Carrol called her in, to have her review the night with him in detail as Emily sat on her lap.

That was for months ago, so much has changed. Emily learned quickly how to please a man, not only that she was quite good at it. She was one of Madame Carrols best girls and was rewarded as so. She had recently convinced her dad to allow her to leve a little before going to college, and she was surprised he had agreed.

Emiy

As she stood chatting with the other girls she heard a familier voice, it could not be she thought. She had not wanted to look., but had little choice as Carrol called the girls fso thme gentlean could take a look.

She was stunned, omg, she thought how much trouble she was in. She wanted to look away but could not. It was her father, she had really fucked it up, her life was over, he would certainly tell her mother. She wanted to run, but stood staring at him. She forced a smile to hide her humiliation.

Her mind raced for a plan. She thought of her issues, before relizing her father was in a brothel looking for a woman. As much trouble as she was in he was certainly in more.

Carrol called her forward. She apprached her father, surprised he did not ask for another girl, after all that is what he came for right.

"hi I'm emily" she said quietly as if he did not already know. As she looked at him, she saw the desire in his eyes she had seen in so many other men.

Emily Dress

 

[sail away]

The lady of the house led me in the front door and I glanced inside to see a small group of young girls in versus shades of undress. One in just a bra and G-string, one in a corset outfit and others in what I call ‘slut dresses’. All but one, standing behind the others, turned to me and seemed very cheerful. Yes Joe was right! The lady running this house must have taken a lot of effort to have only the cutest. The girls acted the way teenage girls usually do, bubbly, squealing and all talking at once.

Just then I had a funny feeling as I again glanced at the girl with her back to me. Her ‘dress’ must have been bought in an adult shop. It was definitely a ‘slut dress’. Just then I realized that my Emily looks just the same from the back. Then she turned to me! I could not believe my eyes. It was as though a spotlight was cast on me! My Emily! In a whore house! I stood stunned. My young girl whom I used to bounce on my lap, had daddy daughter talks about boys…a prostitute!

The Carrol called her over and she sheepishly said, “Hi…I’m Emily!” The last desperate bit of denial was gone. It was my daughter! I tried to think what to do. Maybe get her alone to talk with her. On the pretense of hiring my own daughter as a high price prostitute I say to Carrol, “Yes…she will do nicely.”
Carrol explained that the basic fee is five hundred dollars and anything else is between Emily and I. I reached for my wallet and gave Carrol five one hundred bills. There…I’ve just hired my daughter to have sex with me! For years I’ve hired young prostitutes and imagined that they were my own daughter. Now I’ve actually did it. Carrol also explained that Emily is very ‘experimental’. I looked at Emily and wondered what that meant and what other men had been doing with my Emily! I expected a full explanation from her.

For now I looked around wondering how to talk to her alone. Then I acquired to me that the only place would be a bedroom!

 

[justmethatswho]

Emily had heard Carrol explain this so many times. She knew the fees and what was to follow. He would tell her father that Emily was a platinum girl with little explanation of what that meant, though Emily had quickly earned the title. She was one of only three at the club. Many where gold, some silver and on occasion a cherry.

Her father would be handed a menu of services. She recalled she had been a cherry a few months back. It was actually the most she had made in an evening some man had paid 5 grand that night for the menu choice of "Pop Her Cherry" it was for virgins. The sex that night was terrible, yet Carrol teased her, intrigued her, encouaged her to continue.

"Yes as Emily is a platinum girl, you can see the services she will provide upon request." Carrol told her client. As she spoke Emeily was certain her face was red, from humiliation at the thought her father knew what his innocent girl would do. "You are excused Miss Emily"

As I walked away I knew Carrol would continue telling him about the menu. Included where outfits he could request she wear, anything from wedding gons,, sexy lingerie, slutty lingerie, to leather and pvc.

"Yes, she is certainly a sweet girl, a favorite of my clients I must admit." Carrol continued. She leaned forward whispering in his ear. "Now look and see what you like, take your time, she will be waiting for you. Let me know or one of the servers what you would like this eveining and Emily will be readied for you visit." As she spoke her hand landed on your hip, as she continued it grazed the front of your trousers. "Now do enjoy a cocktail or two, as drinks are complientary with our platinum girls. Would you prefer something stiff or hard"

Emily approached her room, nervous an atendant smiled just fininshing the room Emily would be providing her services. The rooms where nice that upscale hotels, the bed king sized, with satin sheets, a jacuzzi tub, mulitple tv's. Also a closet with outfits she would wear if ordered by her client. She clutched her phone, wondering what was taking him so long. She doubted he would order her dressed, would he? She stood waiting in her slutty dress, fuck me heels, wondering how she could ever explain this to her father.

 

[sail away]

I was completely bewildered! Not even my poker face (known for wining large hands at the casinos) would help me this time as I stared at Emily. My mind was a daze with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, I was a father and was shocked to discover that my daughter was common prostitute! MY daughter! I wondered what creeps had fondled…NO…RAPED my little girl! Thoughts raced through my head of Emily laying prostrate under strange men while they thrust into her womanhood. How many had she been with! The madam seemed to be trying to ‘sell’ what appeared to be one of her most experienced ‘commodities’. How many men had paid for my Emily…10, 20, 50, 100 more!? How long had she been going on?! My ears burned while the madam when on and on about Emily’s experiences.

I could see that she was as shocked as I was. Her face was red and she had the same look as when, two years ago, I walked in on her and a boy in the living room of our home while they were kissing. Nothing sexual…not yet…! And now my little girl is a prostitute!

Then I thought of my own shame. I recalled the years of lustful fantasies, imagining being on top of Emily looking at her contorted face in sexual stress while I imagined trusting my long rod into her womanhood. I even, on several occasions, hired a call girl and asked her to answer to the name of ‘Emily’. I started to feel the heat on my face and knew that I must be getting red faced too.

I took in a deep breath as Emily walked to one of the bedrooms down the hall…where she would be expecting me…and realized how we had both descended into shameful lustful ways. Yes…we are in the same boat! After all, what was I doing in a house of prostitution! And how would I explain that to Emily while scolding her for working here?!

Just then I saw a well-built man walking down the hall and he stepped behind the well-stocked bar. “The bouncer”, I assumed. This would not be a good place to ‘blow a fuse’ at my daughter!

I looked around the large living room of the house in some kind of desperate hope that this was all a dream! I noticed the other girls seemed to give each other knowing looks. As thou thinking ‘That Emily!...She has another ‘John’. A young very looking girl with short blond hair and wearing just a white bra, G-sting and a long belly-button piercing, stepped up to me, took my arm, and said soft, “My name’s Hanna, and I’m only a ‘silver girl’ but I try hard to please.” I knew that I had to talk to my daughter and keep this predicament from getting out. I responded, “Maybe next time sweetheart.”

Then I looked at the ’menu’ that the madam handed me a few minutes ago.
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Please check the services that you desire.
Our girls serve gentlemen and lady clients.

Basic level service for 2 hours, inclusive of: vaginal and oral penetration. Please inquire regarding multiple client visits and special requests.
Silver girl - $300
Gold girl - $400
Platinum girl - $500
“Cherry Girl” (first vaginal penetration) (by special arrangement only)

Please indicate the outfit/personality that you desire with your girl.
Wedding Virgin
Corset girl
Slutty lingerie
Leather
PVC girl
School girl.
Business manager.
Police Officer.
Ready for bed
Workout girl

Additional services:
$100 – “Toy chest” (Dildos, Vibrators, Speculum, “Strap-on” (for the ladies), oil) (Silver, Gold and Platinum girls)
$150 – Anal penetration (Gold and Platinum girls only)
$150 – Light bondage: Soft ligature, Handcuffs, Ball gag, Blindfold (Gold and Platinum girls only)
$300 - Extreme bondage, Soft ligature, Handcuffs, Ball gag, Blindfold, Leg spreader, Cordage, Manacles, Clamps, Extreme body manipulation, Bound to bed or fixtures (Platinum girls only)
$250 – Impact play: Paddling, caning, spanking, “Cat of nine tails”, (Platinum girls only)
$250 – “Water sports” (Platinum girls only)

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I looked over the menu and remembered what the madam mentioned about Emily being a ‘platinum girl’ and realized that strange men were doing all of those things to my little girl. Then I thought ‘what an irony’. I had been doing much of the same things to high priced call girls for years, and they where someone’s daughters too!

I asked the bar tender for a brandy. I knew I had to choose from the menu if I were going to be able to see my daughter. I realized that I was looking at the menu as if I where ordering dinner, but I was ordering my daughter! The madam seemed perplexed as to my quietness. Finally I thought that I would take the least ‘suggestive’ of the suggestions. After all, all I wanted to do was talk to my daughter…didn’t I? “Yes…’ready for bed’”, was all I could blurt out. At first I assumed that Emily would be dressed in complete pajamas…but now I wondered!

 

[justmethatswho]

Emily was nervous as she waited knowing Carrl would tell her father of the different types of girls and reveal her nature. She had learned quickly, along with her affair with Miss Carrol she had risen in status quite quickly. That along with her customer satisfaction.

Like most things in her life, once she found something she enjoyed she grasp it, working hard to achieve what she wanted, working for Madame Carrol, was little different than making the tennis, being a cheerleader of getting good grades.

"Well sir, would you like to order anything for the evening. Emily is quite a fun girl and quite willing to please. Carrol pointed to the section with the extra's "Most men do like a bit extra with Emily, as a simple fuck only warms her up" She teased.

"Well I will let you finish your drink, as you decide, and forward your order to Emily."

....

Emily grasp her phone, as it buzzed almost afraid to look at how her father would request her. There would be little to hide as she was certain to dress like some tramp. She had seen in his eyes the desire, often saw in her clients. Was he no different than her her other dates. Slowly she turned the pphone to see "Ready for Bed".

She rolled her eyes, knowing that most men ordered this wanting a quick fuck, there girl in bed, naked and ready to go. Emily disrobed, putting her dress int he closet with her shoes, before sliding into the red satin sheets. Her phone was now in the drawer along side the bed.

She was aware of the cameras in the room, each client signed a waiver alerting them of the cameras "to assure the safety of the girls and satisfaction of the customer"

Emily in bed

"ready for bed she thought, the satin sheets tingling her skin, as she tried to lay still. "Oh my gawd ... he's not ... is he"

...

Carrol having seen Emily was waiting approached him, asking "Is there anything ... anything you would like to add to your evening with Emily."

....

Emily waited the light sensual music relaxing as she looked at the door waiting her fait, how could she explain all this to her father ... she had no good reason .. other than she knew her parents cheated on one another and she had discovered she liked sex."

 

[sail away]

The Carrl seemed to act like a typical business woman selling her ‘product’, my daughter, like trying to sell me a car. “I can assure you sir that Emily is well experienced and very willing to perform any of the items listed.”, Carrl mentioned nonchalantly. I just happened to glance at the other girls as they gave themselves knowing looks. I looked back at the menu and could only conclude that my sweet Emily had been at the ‘business end’ of all the items listed. My mind flashed with images of my daughter bound and gaged and some stranger slapping on her backside with a cat of nine tails, and Emily squealing with each blow... Or two or more men gang fucking her in all her orifices… Or blindfolded while some guy urinated on her face! Then I thought of the irony…I had done many of those same things to other whors while fantasizing that it was my Emily!

Carral continued in her robotic business like tone, “Now all we need to is a major credit card. All charges will be billed as ‘Los Vegas Entertainment Services’”. I smirked and as I handed Carral my card she continued, “You don’t have to decide now. You can add the options that you like as you go. Emily would be pleased to show you all of the devises listed.” I started thinking that Carral was even using some high pressure sales to get me to add ‘options’.

I was still in a daze and my mind was still running with crazy ideas. On the surface I was a stunned dad…finding my daughter’s lured secret life. But there was a part me, a primordial part, in a dark corner of my mind that wanted to ‘use’ my daughter like I had fantasized about for years! I looked at the list of ‘options’ for the tenth time. I flashed to a few times that I spanked Emily when she was misbehaving and in an impulse I picked ‘Impact play’.
Carral smiled at me in a funny why. I couldn’t figure out why she smiled at me like that. “That’s fine...” then she continued…”and just remember you may add any of the options during your visit.” She was relentless, I thought! With that carral turned to the little blond who was flirting with me earler and said, “Hnna, please bring Mister Johnson the cain…quickly now!” She had a surprised look on her face and walked to an umbrella stand and picked something out of it. Then she walked over to me and held a thin wooden stick in front of me. She seemed to be ‘fidgety’ and had a nervous look on her face. “Will this do mister Johnson?”, Carral mentioned. I picked up the stick and wondered who had used this on my Emily and how. "Umm...yes this will be fine.", I replyed.

Carral took my arm and said, “Now come with me and I’ll walk you to Emily’s room.” We walked up stairs and down a hall to what seemed to be the master bedroom. “Now this is Emily’s room…”, she said to me with a smile and left me to go back down stairs.
I took a deep breath and opened the door…

 

[justmethatswho]

Emily wondered as she laid on the bed, what would happen, the possibilities racing through her head. She knew Madame Crral had video of each room, thus she knew she had little choice but to perform as requested, or be ousted from the house.

Time slowly passed, she sensed her excitement, byt from what, it could not be that her father was about to come see her like this, it had to be her internal clock and the satin sheets.

....

Hanna

Hanna heard Madame Carral call her and quickly moved to her side. Had she just requested the cain. "Yes Madame" Hanna responded, nervous energy filled her recalling her experience. Her effort to become a platnum girl as she was suppose to be bound for a client. She broke down unable to perform. The option was to leave the house or be punished. Madame bound her over a table and cained her bare ass, till her tears faded. It was then she realized she did not have what it took to be a platinum girl. She was at first envious of Emily's quick rise, but not at the moment, the cain was rarely purchased, and to her surprise Madame Carrol was letting a newcomer take it in the room with one of her best girls.

The thought of the cain still made Hanna nervous. "Here you go sir ... I ... I hope you enjoy your evening." Part of her wanted to tell him to be gentle with Emily, but knew the words would do little to correct his action. As terrible as she felt, she was glad it was Emily and not her that would recieve the cain.

...

Emily heard the recognizable footsteps stop at her door, she knew it was her father. She paniced, what should she do, apolagize, tell her how sorry she was, she would never do this again. She took a deep breath and heald her breath, she saw herself in the mirror, the image was not that of an innocent daughter, but a high priced little slut.

 

[sail away]

As the madam of the house left me and walked back down the hall. I turned to look at the closed door in front of me, and knew that my Emily was behind it. Emily had always been a flirt, and it suddenly dawned on me that over the last months she had started to ware more suggestive clothing and that she had somehow changed. Now I knew why!

I stood outside the door and thought, ironically, “Be careful of what you wish for!” For ears, I had fantasized of fucking my Emily like the whores that I hired, and now…

I tried to think of want I would say, but all I could think of was the ‘outfit’ that I had picked, ‘Ready for bed’. I conjured up an image of Emily from years ago in the bunny PJs complete with bunny slippers that I had bought her many years ago. I took a deep breath and opened the door…

What I saw shocked me! It was not what I expected! My Emily naked on a large poster bed rapped in a satin sheets. The room was very well decorated. An expensive Persian rug, a leather love set and a HD screen on an oak dresser. A door seemed to lead to a large bathroom and another door that I assumed let to a closet. All the trim was in oak.

I looked at my Emily and walked in and closed the door. I could see that she was as shocked as I. We just looked at each other. Then anger got to me and I spoke up, “What the hell are you doing here!”

OOC: Justmethatswho, I love your posts! And thanks for posting the pics! I tried to post a few but it got bounced back to me, will work on it. Sorry this post is so short Bit of a writer’s block. Will work on better posts too.
SA
PS remember; Emily is 18 and of age and dosne't ahve to do what daddy says!

 

[justmethatswho]

Emily's mind filled with thoughts, bouncing from fear to anger. What had he expected of her when he picked ready for bed. THis was not like home, this was a whore whouse, reade for bed meant ready for sex. He was not going to ,,,,, no way ... he was not wanting sex with her... no her mind reasoned, he had selected her to save her. Like a good father correct.

As she thought she recalled, how he looked at her friends. OMG, she feared at the thought. The handle on the door began to move. Emily froze, what was she going to do, how would she handle this. It was too late to run and hide. Besides she was not his little girl any more, she was a woman, an 18 year old woman.

Frozen on the bed, the satin sheets placed to hide her naked body, like she had done before. She sensed him even before seeing him. Should she cry out, "Daddy I am so sorry for disappointing you." That was it for a moment plead she was seduced into this a victim. What about him, if he was here to save her, he would have taken her home by now, yet he came here, for sex. Her married father screwing around, that is why he was here. She had thought he had but never had proof, now here he was at a whore house, he was caught, though the issue was the whore he selected was his own daughter.

She could not blink as he entered. He looked little different than most her clients, middle aged, to older genteman. Typically higher income. He could have been anyone of them, but he was her father. A tear rolled down her cheek, she wa afraid to move her hand to wipe it for fear she would expose herself. She watched as he took in their surroundings.

The silence was broken when he yelled.

“What the hell are you doing here!”

Emily froze, her confusion grew. She was about to beg his forgiveness, when her reasoning took over. The tear fell from her cheek to the satin sheet. She was about to speak, when she settled for silence instead waiting for his next move. In her mind she was taking over the situation.

 

[sail away]

“What the hell are you doing here?!”…I said in blinded anger! Then it dawned on me…was I saying this to my daughter…or to me! I stood in a whore house in the same room with my naked daughter in a bed. We were in the same boat!

I looked around the neatly appointed room. A video camera and sixty inch plasma TV. I wondered if there were DVDs of men using my daughter! On the dresser …not a comb, makeup, mirror and the other things that Emily has on her dresser at home, but a pair of handcuffs, several dildows and vibrators and a basket of what appeared to be lengths of silk fabric used for tying Emily to the large poster bed.

But something kept ringing in the back of my mind…’why was Emily waiting for me…naked in bed?...And why did I not yet order her to leave this place and never return?’ For years I had taboo fantasies of wild sex, thrusting into my daughter, with her begging me for more. I wondered, ‘did she have the same fantasies?’ My assertiveness took over. I knew that this would change our relationship. I walked to the bed and sat down on it next to Emily. I looked at her and said, “Why are you here? Are you here because you want to me?” As I said those words I picked up the thin sheet covering her chest and removed it exposing her buxom breasts.

 

[justmethatswho]

"The better question is what are you doing her dad." she responded. "Have you always done this to mom" she tried to turn the tables

She could see his look, she had seen it before and often, the look of lust and desire like every other man. Did he really see her in that way as little more than a sexual object.

"I am in here because you picked me, your own little girl and then selected to have me wait like this." As she spoke she looked at him, trying to play the role of the enduring whore. She did nothing to stop his look as he lifted the sating sheet, exposing her small breasts.

She looked up with a devilsh smile "Do you like what you see daddy?"

 

[sail away]

OOC:
To Just Me: A thousand apologies for dropping this thread for so long. I had a writer’s block because I was playing the concerned dad shocked that daughter was selling herself. So I couldn’t figure out how to make the jump to fucking her! Besides I have a bad habit of coming and going from Lit. I figured out a fix for the thread, all I have to do is be the lustful dad who has always fantasized of fucking his babe daughter, and that’s how I’ll continue. Hope we can restart this SRP.

IC:
My daughter’s reply was at first what I feared. Would she tell her mom? Who would she be loyal to? Would this be the end of our happy family? But then Emily changed her tone and look to the lustful prostitute that she seemed to show so much experience. She lay there with the satin sheet showing the outline of her breasts and trim body. Then she reached for the sheet and slowly uncovered her budding breasts and spoke in a demure tone. I looked at my daughter’s naked chest for the first time as she spoke and while the words slipped from her mouth it gave me the shocking indication that she was in acceptance of the situation. I thought about how long I had waited, in my fantasies, for this moment. As I looked at her she asked me if I liked what I saw. I reached out my hand and cupped the firm breast of my daughter, crossing a taboo line in the sand, and I looked at her in the eye and quietly said, “yes”. I softly kneaded her firm breast and then slowly slid my hand down her belly and under the sheet…down…down…until my hand was just inches from her young mound.

 

[justmethatswho]

Emily was shocked when her father said he liked what he saw. She should not have been, she had been with enough older men, to realize men liked her body. Soon his hands were on her breast, she could feel her heart race, from nervousness. What was he doing, did he really fantasize of her like this.

She wanted to tell him to stop, but knew she could nto to keep her job. Now he had this against her, she was a good girl at home, yet this ... this was who she was. Her mother would be devestated to find she was a whore ... though a costly one at that.

As his hand made its way under the sheet, she could not take a breath, she watned to look for help, but this was her job. He had paid for her like this. This is what he wanted ... she would do this to please him.

 

[sail away]

OOC:
To Just me: Again I’ve been amiss for about half a year this time. Are you still interested?

IC:
As I slipped my hand down under the satin sheet to my daughter’s mound between her lags I could feel her heart pounding with my other hand that was on her chest. With this, and the look on her face, I could tell that she was reluctant…fearful of what her father would do. I thought of all the irony’s. Here she was selling her body to strangers, and by the looks of all the sex toys and ropes and straps and handcuffs and other things that I’ve see on bondage porn videos, it would seem that she gave to them her body in any way they desired willingly. But here I was…only touching her…and she was shaking like a leaf! And what of my wife…Emily’s mom? Here we were both deserving her.

But my ambition prevailed. I have fantasized of fucking Emily for years, and now here she was…bought and pained for! I didn’t know if she was just acting the terrified daughter…if did make it more interesting. All I wanted was to act out all those years of fantasizing what I would do to my Emily!

I smiled slyly and slid my hand down until I could feel Emily’s smooth wet lips. I smiled slyly as I realized that she had been lubricating for me. My hand dipped lower as I looked at Emily’s face, interested to see her reaction. Finally I curved my finger and parted her sex and found the entrance to my daughter’s vaginal opening, and I pressed a finger in with one confident thrust!

I then said softly and in a slightly mocking tone, “You want me…don’t you.”

 

[justmethatswho]

I could not believe he was going to go through with it as he now laid beside me. I had seen that look in many mens eyes, the look of desire, the look of a man who is getting something he should not have or does not deserve.

I guess I could have stopped him, but I knew that would be it for me here. Not only for myself, but the madame and other girls I cared so much for. Yet he could have simply talked to me. Plenty of men did that without wanting any more. Noone seeing the video would have thought twice. Yet he wanted me ... his own daughter.

He touched my breasts and i closed my eyes, to hide my own embarrassement. Then his hand found my moist pussy waiting. It was always like that here, I enjoyed getting screwed by men. yet this was wrong wasn't it.

It does not matter what I want daddy ... you will just do what you please.

 

[sail away]

OOC: glad we restarted this thread. Looking forward to some adventures!

IC:
“And that you will princess!”, I responded in a tone of a man possessed to realize what he had been lusting for for years. The ‘father’ in me was making way for the ‘man’ in me! My sex drive was taking over and…damn it…I didn’t care! I continued, “I’ve been fantasizing about doing you for years. Now you’re bought and paid for!”

I found my daughters, paid for, pussy with my middle finger and pressed through the folds of her young sex. I could feel the hard nub of her clit and realized that it must be that way for a reason. I looked into my daughter’s eyes and smiled slyly. She must have known that her body was betraying her to her daddy! I probed her sex until I found the entrance to her womb and pressed in with little fan-fair. I was surprised as to how easily her young sex received me. Not tight as I would expect with other young girls I’ve had and oozing with lubrication. Then it dawned on me that I must no be my daughter’s first’ customer’ today. I again smiled at her and said, “How many customers have taken you today? And what did they do to you?” I waited lustfully to hear of how strangers had ‘used’ my little girl.

Yes, I was a changed man. Only a few minuets ago I was the shocked father. Now I was molesting my daughter and wondered how strangers had molested her. I easily inserted a second finger in her sopping pussy and probed it and lowered my head to her firm and budding breast and nibbled the tit while I waited for her reply.

 

[justmethatswho]

“I’ve been fantasizing about doing you for years. Now you’re bought and paid for!”

I should have been taken aback by his statement, but a few quick thoughts and I realized how he had looked at me at times. How when my mother would tell him what I was wearing was inappropriate he would calm her and tell her I looked fine. It was in his eye, his desire.


His hand probed my body, finding my moist sex. It was more for my own desires and not for him. No I did not want him, but I did like sex.

“How many customers have taken you today? And what did they do to you?”

I ... Did he really just ask me. What should I tell him. I wanted to lie and say I had never done this before, but he would know it was a lie. Though I could see his desire ... his desire for his daughter to confess what a slut she was. I had two ... tow men. The first fucked me. He fucked me on my hands and knees after I sucked his cock. I stopped a bit appalled at my own comment. The second only held my hand and .... I modeled for him .... that was all he wanted. I could have stopped there but I did not. Your lucky you know ... I usually do not take new clients.

As his finger dove into me, my back arched and I moaned. It was impossible to deny the pleasure I felt.

 

[sail away]

I felt all ties to fatherhood lost as my daughter told me how she was fucked by her ‘customer’. I was now just a lustful man indulging in a taboo fantasy come true. I continued to stroke my daughter’s pussy as she gave me the details of her two previous paying customers. However, I noticed hesitation in her tone. Did she detest engaging in a sex with her father? I thought it was a bit of an irony, a young lady receiving payment for sex, but uneasy about doing it with ‘daddy’.

I was taken about when she mentioned that she didn’t take ‘new clients’. How many ‘clients’ did she have? I asked in a frank tone, “How many ‘clients’ do you have?” I wondered how many men…and woman…(the ‘menu’ that I was shown earlier indicated that she accepted lady clients) have been seeing her.

After hearing what she said, my cock started to do the thinking for me and I pulled my finger from my her pussy and said to her, “Now get up and give daddy a lap dance sweetie.”

 

[justmethatswho]

As this happened I realized it would now be different between us. Like the friends who fuck each other, you can never simply be friends again. I would never be his little girl again.

My pussy was now soaked. I knew I enjoyed sex ... which was why I continued to do this. It was nice being desired. The satin sheets slid from me teasing as I obliged his request. I thought of him as a client now. He would now be on the list. My secret list of lovers. My tally was not 83 men, he would be 84. Yes and 17 women. Of that 32 men and 3 women were regulars.

I was now dancing, as I had so many times before. Thanks to all the time spent at dance school I was a good dancer. The ballet, the tap, the hip hop. Lap dancing was easy in comparison, yet the classes had taught me how to move my body. I saw my father watching me. He was a man like any other client at this moment, a man exited to have a lovely women he would soon be fucking dance for him.

 

[sail away]

I’ve payed for a lot of lap dances before, but my daughter danced her naked body in front of me better then any of them! And her fit and trim body was just amassing! I goggled at her shaved pussy and how her pussy lips seemed to be prenatally parted showing her inner folds. I wondered how many strangers had penetrated my little girl! Then the thought occurred to me, did I even know some of them! The guy at the office who recommended this place to me…did he fuck my daughter for money! In a ironic way these disgusting thoughts just heightened my lust. I saw the cause of my fantasies of many years right in front of me and, in a fit of lust, I wanted it! I was no longer the caring father…I was a lustfully disgusting man about to abuse my own daughter! I decided to finally live out all the fantasies that I had about my daughter.

As my daughter danced, I stood up and stepped to the cupboard and looked for what was in it. I saw a heap of ropes, handcuffs, dilldoes and plugs, even a speculum caught my eye. I smiled slyly and retrieved a section of bright rope and a pink ball gag. I picked them up and steeped to my daughter. She stopped dancing by now and stood in the middle of the room looking submissive. I said “turn around”. I placed the ball gag over her head in she willingly opened her mouth and I fitted it in and strapped the buckle tightly. Then it was her arms. I positioned them behind her such that her forearms overlapped, and started to rap the rope around then around them and tied the ends together. I wondered what my daughter was thinking, “daddy tying me up…why…what will he do to me?” I wondered how many other men have taken advantage of my daughter like this. Again the thought aroused me more then anything else.
I stepped back to look at my handy work. Then I said, “Turn around.” She did and her eyes looked into mine. I stepped to the bed and sat down on it and, smiled slyly, and said, “Now come here you naughtily girl. Daddy’s going to spank you for selling your body to strangers!”

 

[justmethatswho]

I’ve payed for a lot of lap dances before, but my daughter danced her naked body in front of me better then any of them! And her fit and trim body was just amassing! I goggled at her shaved pussy and how her pussy lips seemed to be prenatally parted showing her inner folds. I wondered how many strangers had penetrated my little girl! Then the thought occurred to me, did I even know some of them! The guy at the office who recommended this place to me…did he fuck my daughter for money! In a ironic way these disgusting thoughts just heightened my lust. I saw the cause of my fantasies of many years right in front of me and, in a fit of lust, I wanted it! I was no longer the caring father…I was a lustfully disgusting man about to abuse my own daughter! I decided to finally live out all the fantasies that I had about my daughter.

As my daughter danced, I stood up and stepped to the cupboard and looked for what was in it. I saw a heap of ropes, handcuffs, dilldoes and plugs, even a speculum caught my eye. I smiled slyly and retrieved a section of bright rope and a pink ball gag. I picked them up and steeped to my daughter. She stopped dancing by now and stood in the middle of the room looking submissive. I said “turn around”. I placed the ball gag over her head in she willingly opened her mouth and I fitted it in and strapped the buckle tightly. Then it was her arms. I positioned them behind her such that her forearms overlapped, and started to rap the rope around then around them and tied the ends together. I wondered what my daughter was thinking, “daddy tying me up…why…what will he do to me?” I wondered how many other men have taken advantage of my daughter like this. Again the thought aroused me more then anything else.
I stepped back to look at my handy work. Then I said, “Turn around.” She did and her eyes looked into mine. I stepped to the bed and sat down on it and, smiled slyly, and said, “Now come here you naughtily girl. Daddy’s going to spank you for selling your body to strangers!”

I watched him look at me, stunned his daughter was a stripper, surprised at how good I was at it it. I could see his mind drift, his look said it all. Soon I knew he would no longer see me a his daughter, yet some girl to fuck with. I had seen it so many times.

He selected his items, maybe predictable the ball gag and the rope. The psycholagy of the items was obvious. Maybe I did not want this maybe I did. I could have stopped, though I would be fired. I said nothing but obiged him. Soon my lipps parted for the ball gag, muffling my voice. There would be no objection from me now, any word saying no would simply sound like a pleasuable moan. Next he bound my arms. I stood wearing my fuck me heells, the gag and the rope.

I came to him, for the spanking he wished for. I had no choice, afterall I deserved it. I was a slut .. his fuck toy .. I knew it ... I had no choice.

 

[sail away]

OOC: Apologies for being MIA again, working hard and playing hard.

IC: There she was! My porn star of a daughter! Standing in front of me with the pink ball gag that I just put in her mouth and the pink rope that I used to tie her arms behind her back. I’ve done much more to my paid sex toys, but I figured this would do for a start. I has pretty much lost all concerns of being a father, now it was just heated lust! I had fantasized about this moment with my daughter for years and now…damn it…I was going to live it out! She did have a concerned look on her face, but I didn’t care.

Then I had a thought…Yes…just one more thing to add. I walked over to the dresser where Emily seemed to keep her “toys” and started opening draws. Then I found it! I smiled as I picked it up. A good sized “bullet”. I pulled the little string and it started vibrating. I stepped over to Emily’s naked and defenseless body. I sat back on the satin covered bed and said, “Spread your legs sweetheart so daddy can slide this in your pussy”. I hoped she felt totally humiliated about this…because that was my desire…and there would be more of this soon!