My Daughter is a Prostitute Pt. 02

Warning: this is a story about a mother and father condoning their daughter working as a prostitute from the family home. All characters are over 18 years old.

I am Philip, married to Sally and have an 18 year old daughter, Emma, that lives with us. I am 68 and Sally is 47. I still work as a security guard in a bank's HQ, but hope to retire or at least reduce my hours soon. Sally does not work, so money is quite tight.

However, Emma has been helping us out recently and paid a lot of the bills. I didn't know how Emma was making so much money, but I discovered that she was working as a prostitute, using her bedroom in my house to entertain her clients. And, Sally, her mother, my wife, was handling the customer enquiries, letting the men into the house etc.

Please read Part 1 as it details how I discovered this and how what I said to Emma one evening alluded to the fact that I knew.

The morning that I came home on the pretence that I had worked a 12 hour night shift at the bank, but had been secretly watching the comings and goings to the house, it was fairly obvious to both Sally and Emma that I had a good idea what was going on.

Whilst Emma was upstairs in her bedroom, Sally and I were in the kitchen and Sally said quietly to me, "Did you really go to work last night, Philip?"

I hesitated and sort of tried to buy time and replied, "What makes you think that I didn't?"

Sally smiled and replied,  "Your uniform looked a bit crumpled and sweaty, like you had slept rough somewhere, you didn't seem to need much catch-up sleep this morning and then there was that cheeky comment you made to Emma about her doing other things for money, with the wink you gave her."

"Okay, okay," I said, "Well, it was all looking suspicious, with the supposed Uni professor at the house the other night when I came home from work very early and the way you two were behaving. So, I took the night off and sat in the car down the road and watched the house and obviously saw all the men coming to the house. I did an Internet search on my phone and found Emma, or Hannah as she calls herself and found the advert for her selling herself. And, I think from the comments from the men that visit Emma, you are helping her with it all."

Sally looks a bit shame faced and quietly says, "I am sorry Philip, we will stop it all if you like. But, the money is really, really good and if you want to cut down your night shifts or even retire, I think we will be able to manage with what Emma gives us."

"It's really nice of Emma to help us like this and provided she is okay with it all, then I am okay with her continuing," I say.

Sally smiles and says, "That's good, Philip, I'll let Hannah, whoops I mean Emma, know that you know. She might want to increase when she makes herself available too, so it is not just the times that you are at work in the evenings, would you be okay with this, Philip?"

"Yes, that's fine with me," I reply, "If I am here, I could stay in the back room, with the TV volume low or reading a book."

I start to get a bit aroused and think it is just as well that I have baggy tracksuit bottoms on, Sally doesn't notice.

The next time I see Emma at breakfast she looks at me quite shyly and says, "I hope you are okay with all this, Daddy?"

I reply, "Well Emma, it's not what a Dad would want for his little girl, but I am not a person to tell their children what to do. Please don't do it because you think Mum and Dad need the money. If you really hate it all, please don't do it."

"Thank you, Daddy," Emily replies and goes on, "I do quite like it all really, I feel quite empowered by it and most of the men are lovely, the ones that aren't I refuse to see again."

I have now cut back on my shifts as a security guard and have spent a few evenings at the house while Emma has been upstairs entertaining men.

Sally has been handling Emma's clients' bookings, letting them into the house, sometimes waiting in the living room if they are a bit early, or if Emma isn't ready for them.  

Sally takes the men's money too and directs them to the upstairs bedroom,

Emma's bedroom which she has had since being a little girl. My little daughter, who played there, was read bedtime stories by her Mum and Dad and now she is up there prostituting herself. Being a whore, a slut, a tart for any man, men she doesn't know, strangers, they don't even need to be good looking, they just need the money to pay for the sexual service.  

And, Sally is not only allowing it to happen but actively helping her, but I am allowing it too and accepting it all and letting Emma pay our household bills that should be my responsibility.

I sit in the back kitchen, we have an old-fashioned serving hatch between the kitchen which is made of just thin plywood, so I can clearly hear the conversations Sally has with Emily/Hannah's clients.

On Emma/Hannah's advert for her services, she has added, "regular clients can turn up at the house when my profile has "Available today" displayed. The *maid will let you wait in the downstairs room for me to be ready for you. [*Maid apparently is the term used for a woman looking after the bookings etc. of a prostitute].

One evening there is a man upstairs being entertained by my daughter. There is a knock at the door and I can hear Sally say, "Hello Pete, nice to see you again, Hannah is with someone and won't be finished for about 15 minutes, would you like to wait?"

"Yes please," Pete says and Sally lets him wait in our living room.

"Would you like a drink while you are waiting, Pete?" Sally asks.

I don't hear his reply, but Sally texts me and says, "Philip, please make a white coffee, with one sugar and put it on the hatch."

Bloody hell, I think, I am now part of all this, but do as I am asked, I open the hatch and put the coffee on the ledge, seeing the old, overweight man. He smiles at me and gives me a thumbs-up.

I close the hatch door but leave it slightly ajar so I can just see what transpires.

About 10 minutes later, Emma/Hannah is coming down the stairs with her last client and saying goodbye to him at the front door.

She then walks into the living room and I can see that she is dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, a very short tartan skirt, white blouse, little white ankle sock and high heeled, black shoes.

"Hello Pete, nice to see you again, Sir," Emma says to Pete as he stands up, grinning like a cat that has got the cream!

"Have you been a good girl?" Pete says with a silly smirk on his face. Emma replies, "Oooo no, sir, I have lost my panties again, you might notice Sir as you follow me upstairs to my bedroom?"

Emma then takes Pete by the hand and leads him to the stairs, she is obviously going to let the randy old man watch her wiggle her bottom as she ascends the stairs and he will be enjoying the view looking up her short skirt.

As she goes up the stairs, I hear a little slap, presumably of his hand on her buttocks. Emma gives a little squeal and says, "Sir, you are cheeky, I see you are going to teach me a lesson for being a naughty little skoolie."

Pete replies, "You are the cheeky one, Hannah, lovely cheeks I can see."

Emma giggles.

What is my little girl doing and with her Mummy watching and probably knows that her Daddy can hear her with an unattractive, overweight, old man, teasing him, and letting him have intimacy and sex with her, all for money of course, so I have to come to terms with the fact that my little girl, my daughter, is a prostitute!

Through the small gap in the hatch door I can see Sally smiling as if proud of her daughter, my daughter too. I put my hand down my trousers and give my erect penis a little stroke!

Emma's bedroom is directly above the kitchen where I am. I can hear the floorboards move as the bed moves rhythmically to the men fucking my daughter.

I turn on my laptop and look at Hannah's profile page on the escorting site. I notice that there is a new tab on her profile marked "Party gangbangs" - I open the tab and am a bit shocked at what I read, it says,  

"Friday 14th March at 5pm for 2 hours, 4 regulars for a gangbang, only £150 each. 2 others can also attend and just sit and watch the action, for only £50 each. I'll start with a strip show and me playing with a dildo. Drinks and light snacks will be available. Message me to book."

Bloody hell, I think, this is going a bit far, is it in my house, in Emma's bedroom, should I allow this? I mean 6 men upstairs, in my house, using my little girl for their sexual pleasure. My mind is racing but I feel a stirring in my trousers.

That evening, in bed with Sally, I mentioned that I had seen about the gangbang on Friday. Sally said,"I was meaning to let you know about this, Philip, we were wondering if you could help please?"

"In what way?" I ask.

"Well, Philip, I think it will be best if I am upstairs with Emma, just to make sure things don't get out of hand, you know a bit too boisterous and as some of the men probably won't arrive exactly at 5pm, could you let them in the front door, take their money and direct them to Emma's bedroom, please?"

"What!" I exclaim, "This is going a bit too far isn't it, Sally?"

I am lying on my back and Sally is stroking my chest and moves her hand to my penis and can feel it hardening, she expertly strokes me to an erection and gently masturbates me, she says, "I think you don't mind being part of all this really, do you Philip?"

"Okay, Sally, I'll do it," I say. Sally strokes my penis and I cum. Sally smiles and says, "Tut tut, Philip, naughty Daddy."

Friday arrives, I was out of the house in the afternoon, to let Emma and Sally get ready, but came home at about 4:30 to be ready for the men to start arriving. I notice that in the living room, wine, beer and other drinks are laid out and some snacks, a few sandwiches and crisps etc.

"Oh," I say to Sally, "I didn't think the refreshments would be down here."

Sally replied, "Well some of the men might want a break, so can come downstairs, you can let them know when they arrive that the refreshments are here, and if they want to take some upstairs to Emma's bedroom they can do. Oh, and Philip, remember Emma is known to the men as Hannah. Here is a list of the six men's names that are coming this afternoon, the two at the bottom, Jeff and Nick, are only attending to sit and watch, so it's just £50 from them and £150 for the other 4."

At about 4:50pm Sally goes upstairs to Emma's (I must remember she is Hannah for the next 2 hours) bedroom where Emma is presumably getting ready for her men, her clients, men that she is going to show every intimate part of her body and let them get sexual pleasure from.  

About 5 minutes later the men start to arrive, fortunately not all at once, although two men arrived together and seemed to know each other with a bit of sex banter,  "She is going to get a good seeing to today, isn't she mate?" 

"Yeah," says the other, "I can't wait to get my cock wet in that tight little cunt of hers." 

They laugh, pay me and one asks me, "Have you had a go with the slut, mate?" 

"Eh, no," I reply, they both grab a beer each and head up the stairs.

The other 4 men are less brazen and appear a little embarrassed but are grateful for the drink and food spread and head upstairs to my daughter's bedroom.

I hear Sally say to the men, "I hope you don't mind me being in the room with you all, but Hannah said she would feel safer with me being present."

"No, not at all love," one of them said, "You look fantastic and will be an added visual attraction for us, love your outfit, too."

There was a little ripple of applause from the men, so I guess they were all happy with Sally being there. I was thinking what the man said about loving Sally's outfit, what was she wearing I wondered.

I sat on a little chair in the hallway listening to the noises from Emma's bedroom, lots of groaning and the bed creaking and occasional comments such as, "Let me have a go on her now, mate."

One of the men came down the stairs for a drink and some food, he gave me a wink, "It's fantastic up there, are you joining us?"

"No," I replied, "I'm just looking after the door and refreshments. What is the other women doing up there?" I nervously enquire.

The man replies, "She is just sitting between the two men that are only watching, they are wanking though, making sure things don't get too rough."

"That's okay then," I reply.

The man gives me an odd look, sort of questioning why it matters to me. He then says, "She does look great in just a skimpy bra and panty set though, great big tits on her bulging out."

Gives me a nudge and a wink.

I go red in the face and the man heads off back upstairs.

What the fuck I am thinking, now my wife Sally, is being a bit of a whore, but I suppose the men aren't seeing anything that they wouldn't see on a beach, so it's okay, I suppose. My cock is rock hard though.

The two men that paid to just watch (Jeff and Nick) come down the stairs for a drink and the snacks. They sort of ignore me but I hear one of them say,

"It's great sitting between the older slag, do you think she'll stroke our cocks for us and maybe even get those tits out?"

The other man says, "Well there is only about 30 minutes of time left, I'll ask her, we won't lose much if she gets cross and kicks us out as we have still had a fantastic 90 minutes watching Hannah perform."

Of course, I think to myself, there is no way Sally will do this for the two wankers, but I am pleased that 2 young men in their thirties find my wife, my Sally, attractive.

As the evening draws to a close the men gradually start to leave.

Jeff and Nick come down together, I nervously ask Jeff, " So, did the older women do what you were talking about earlier?"

He replies with a big grin, "Yeah mate she did, fantastic tits, she even let us suck them and a great wanking hand action, best 50 quid I've spent for years."

To be continued if people enjoyed this...