A Prostitute's Dilemma Pt. 01

Acknowledgement:

I would like to thank Kenji Sato for assisting with the editing of this story. Your efforts are much appreciated.

It was six-thirty Monday morning, and Mike sat at his kitchen table, breakfast in front of him. He picked up a slice of toast, left handed, leaving his right hand free to navigate his smartphone. The Firefox browser quickly came to life on the screen, opening with a new private tab. He took a bite of toast, then found his go-to site advertising the services of local escorts.

Entering his username and password, he soon had access to his account. He wanted to check the availability of his favourite prostitute, JuicyLucy, an English girl, who he had found satisfied his every desire. Mike preferred the English girls, less problem with communication, and he found they generally offered better sex. At least, the independent ones did, Mike never chose girls from agencies.

As he clicked on JuicyLucy's entry, his heart sank. 'Taking a break over the summer, but I will be back for all of my lovely regulars in the autumn.' was the message he read at the top of her profile page.

"Shit!" The single word muttered was barely audible, as Mike didn't want to wake his wife, who was still asleep in their bedroom. "Shit!" The repeated expletive was a little louder this time-- it emphasised Mike's frustration.

Mike had been feeling horny these last few days-- he knew it was time to visit his favourite prostitute again. He saw her fairly regularly, as regularly as he could afford anyway. It was usually once a month, any more and he thought his wife would probably start to get suspicious. He was fortunate on two accounts-- separate bank accounts certainly helped, as did his job. A job where he drove around the region, offering financial advice. He was completely independent as well, which enabled him to control his own diary to suit his requirements. Mike realised that he was in a very fortunate position and he certainly made the most of it.

Mike mistakingly believed his wife was cold and frigid in bed and the two of them had not had sex in years. Mike had given up trying; every time he did, he was simply pushed away. "I do love you," she would say, "but there's more to marriage than just sex."

This was however, in the period after their daughter was born. Julie had her reasons but foolishly kept them to herself.

Eventually, Mike simply agreed with her, it was easier that way. If he didn't, they would just argue and he still wouldn't get the sex he needed. His wife effectively closed her legs to him after their second child was born. To Mike, it felt if she had served her purpose and then there was no further need to indulge in that disgusting habit called sex.

That was a long time ago now, so long in fact, that it disturbed him to even think about it. He often wondered why he hadn't divorced, but he knew he wanted the family to stay together for the sake of his children. He wanted them to grow up with both parents; Mike was essentially a good man and a committed family man. It wasn't his fault he had natural urges, and that his wife denied him the most basic of human desires. At least that was what he told himself, and to also justify his addiction to prostitutes.

Things were so bad in their sex life that he hadn't even fondled his wife's breast since his children were born, and even a slightly romantic kiss was out of the question. The best she offered was a tiny peck on the lips when they said goodnight to each other. His wife would then roll over in their bed, presenting her back to him, and Mike was left to touch his own cock and think sexy thoughts.

What Mike didn't know was that his wife had her suspicions that her husband was 'straying', getting his pleasure else where. Julie had long overcome her 'problem' following the birth of their second child. She was, in fact, eager for sex but there was no way she was going to give her husband that pleasure, at least not while she thought he was playing away from home.

As he finished his breakfast, he muttered, "Shit, shit, shit," again. He wanted JuicyLucy! There was only one thing for it-- he would have to find another girl. He entered a search option, entered his preferences, and searched an eighty-mile radius from a central postcode; basically, the area his work took him.

Mike was deflated, he knew he had searched before, found girls who looked ideal, but then, when they met, they failed to inspire him and the sex turned out mediocre at best. He knew he had no option but to search, he had resigned himself to that now. The 'ache' between his legs needed satisfying. He knew he could always masturbate, but he had his heart set on the little treat he knew JuicyLucy would give him, as well as a good old-fashioned fuck! A quick wank wasn't going to satisfy his need.

Mike hadn't searched the site for quite some time, and several of the girls, who appeared, were new to him. Quite a few Brazilian girls came up, as did several Romanians. He filtered the search again, so that only English escorts appeared in the results.

Several possibilities came up, some involved quite a long drive and in parts of the region he hadn't planned on going to that day. Still, if the 'itch' took him there, then so be it. When he had got it into his head that he was going to meet up with a pretty young thing, then nothing tended to get in his way.

Mike liked young women most of all, twenty-five years old, tops. He thought that if he was going to spend time and money with a prostitute, she might as well be young, pretty, have a stunning body, and be as sexy as hell. It was his money after all, and he wasn't particularly into older women, or even women his own age. His wife had put him off those more than he realised, although he did appreciate that escorts would be nothing like his wife... 'Thank god!' he thought.

He started opening up the profile of some possibilities, and hit on a very attractive young English girl. No photo of her face, but then that was fairly normal. Most of the girls wanted to keep their privacy, apart from the trafficked foreign girls, that is. Some of them couldn't give a shit if their face was recognisable, they had no family over here anyway.

Her profile name was EnglishRosie; Mike pondered on that. 'Yeah' he thought to himself, 'I even like her name and fuck, only twenty-one years old.' The same age as his own daughter, a fact he pondered on for a few seconds. He was particularly smitten by her photos. 'Wow! What a gorgeous pair of tits!' he told himself.

A quick check on her physical attributes informed him that she had DD-cup tits and natural, as well. Mike felt his cock twitch. 'Down boy,' he thought to himself, 'hopefully I'll need you later.'

Mike wasn't a fan of enhanced boobs, plastic tits he called them. Somehow, they didn't feel right, but he had already started dreaming of groping 'EnglishRosie's' rack. Natural DDs, 'Fuck, I can't wait to feel those!'

He continued looking at the photos she had posted of herself. He stared at one and marvelled at her tight bubble butt. Then another photo showed her stunning legs! He thought there should be a law against looking that fucking hot! What the hell were middle-aged men like him supposed to do when looking at whores who looked that good?

Mike's cock twitched again and he could feel an erection coming on already. Yes, this was the girl, he decided. This was the girl he wanted to stick his cock into later that day. He just hoped, and prayed, she would be available.

Before he made a final decision, he just wanted to check which services she offered. Even looking as good as she did, he knew that if some things were not on her 'likes' list, then that could be a deal breaker.

'CIM' -- check. Mike took a lot of pleasure from dumping his load into a prossy's mouth. 'French kissing (at discretion)' -- check. The 'at discretion' was not a problem, most girls stated that, and he knew he was clean and presentable. 'Face sitting'-- check. 'Female ejaculation' -- check. In fact, that was a bonus, he knew not all girls offer that and he would still have gone if not on offer. 'Oral Without (at discretion)' -- check. 'Penetration Protected' -- check. Mike wouldn't touch girls offering bareback sex, too risky. 'Receiving oral' -- check. 'Rimming, giving and receiving' -- check. 'Good god, she GIVES a rimming as well!' Mike was astounded, he knew that was rare. 'Swallow' -- check. 'Fuck, this girl was good', Mike thought. Not too many girls swallow a load of spunk from clients nowadays. 'Watersports' -- check.

'Good', Mike thought, all the main services he looked for were on offer. He then decided to have another quick scan of the list to make sure he hadn't missed any other services this pretty young thing offered. 'A-levels', 'good god', he thought to himself, 'only twenty-one years old and she even takes it up her arse!'

Mike's cock started twitching again. His mind was then in overdrive, but he decided he didn't want anal today. Mike wanted her young and hopefully tight cunt this afternoon. He was already thinking forward, though; if she was any good, he fancied going up her arse on another later visit. Another glance at the photo of her butt, confirmed that anal would definitely be on the agenda soon.

He had seen enough of her 'Services on Offer' list, there was more than enough to keep him interested. Time was getting on, and he didn't want to be late for his first appointment of the day, but a quick scan of her profile text was needed. In doing so his excitement edged up several more notches.

It started off, 'Hi guys, my name is Rosie and I have a very spankable butt; who wants to make my cheeks go red? Be gentle with me though, I'm only 21.' Then a little further down. 'Watersports is my speciality, I give AND receive, but do not receive above the boobs on first meet.'

Mike couldn't believe what he was reading. "Fucking hell!" he muttered, under his breath. He carried on scanning down her profile text. 'If you want to enter my sexy bubble butt, then please let me know when you book. I need to open myself up a bit for all you big boys, I'm still too small and tight to take you without preparation!'

Mike loved what he was reading, he already knew prostitutes would do the things most wives simply wouldn't entertain, that was one reason he loved going with them. This whore, well, she seemed to go the extra mile! Surely, there must be a catch, he thought. She can't be only twenty-one, that's it, 'I'll get there,' he thought to himself, 'and she'll be closer to thirty-one!'

Mike knew the game, he knew most of the whores advertising on the site lied about their age. Anything to pull the punter in and get their money. These girls knew that once they had the punters through the door, only a few would turn and walk before handing over their hard-earned cash. "Yeah, that's the catch, her photos were probably taken ten years ago!" he muttered to himself. 'Still, she looks one hot fucking whore, I've got to have her!'

Mike glanced up at the clock, he needed to get a move on, but decided he would check out some of her feedback first. EnglishRosie had 138 feedback comments. "Fucking hell" he muttered to himself, again. 'That's a lot for a twenty-one-year-old!'

He was then even more convinced that she was going to be much older than advertised, but he had already been drawn into her web. His cock wasn't going to let him then escape! He started reading some of the client feedback.

'Stunning! What a girl!'... 'Look after her guys, this is one hot fuck!... 'Defo only 21! Rosie looks even hotter in real life.'... 'Rosie is one hell of a fuck, treat her well lads.'... 'Awesome, nuf said? I'll deffo be back.'... 'Sexiest, dirtiest bitch I've had in a long time. Great girl!'... 'Does everything she says on her profile including watersports. Look after this one guys.'... 'Best anal sex I've had! Thank you Rosie.'

Mike was gobsmacked! He was beginning to wish he'd searched for other escorts earlier. He was then beginning to realise that, maybe, JuicyLucy taking a break was a blessing in disguise. He checked for EnglishRosie's contact details.

'Phone number only displayed when I am working. Please email to check for availability and I will get back to you. Please confirm all bookings through the site's booking confirmation section.'

Mike knew that this was all fairly standard and that confirming bookings through the site's booking system would allow him to leave feedback. He knew the escorts encouraged that, especially if they were good at their job. Mike quickly drafted out an email before he went off to work.

'Hi EnglishRosie, are you available this afternoon around 3pm? I would like to book you for a 1 hour appointment. Regards Tom'

Mike always used the alias 'Tom' when meeting up with prostitutes, and tried to be as discreet as possible. He was well aware that discretion was a two-way thing, which the escorts appreciated as well. He also decided not to mention watersports or anal on his first meet with her. If all went well, he would ask her about that after he'd shagged her. If she was a good fuck, he had already decided that he wanted to try out more things on her 'likes' list.

Mike read it through again, and happy that it sounded okay, he pressed the 'send' button. He logged off, closed the browser and quickly finished getting ready for work.

Mike did not have notifications sent to his phone for that particular site, it was too risky. He had to be discreet and his wife was often nosy when it came to his phone 'pinging' with notifications. The email address he used for the replies was also a private address, one he used for his little naughty and playful moments only.

Mike went off to work and drove to meet his first client of the day, an early nine AM appointment. On parking his car, he quickly checked his private email address-- nothing, no new messages. He knew it was still early in the day, 'Be patient,' he told himself.

It was just after ten-thirty, when he checked his email again-- he had a reply. EnglishRosie was available, and she gave her phone number and postcode. The message told him to pull into the car park opposite the row of shops, then to text to say he had arrived.

"Yes!" Mike muttered to himself.

He then knew he was only a few hours away from fucking this young tart. He hoped she was only twenty-one, the age she stated on her profile, and not ten-years-or-so older. He knew the game they played. He had also been the victim of 'bait 'n switch' where the attractive girl in the photo is not the girl at the door. He would walk if that was the case. No, he hoped this was all genuine and that he would be met by this sexy, attractive and young twenty-one-year-old tart. The age of his own daughter, he grinned at the thought. He also realised that if she was that age he would be twenty-five years her senior. 'Mmmm... nice,' he thought to himself.

Mike read the text again; he knew it was all fairly standard procedure and that she would give him her apartment number and further directions upon his arrival. Most prostitutes followed a similar system.

Those next few hours seemed to drag on, he had two more business clients to meet, then he could make his way over to fuck the whore who had taken over his life and his cock since he had found her earlier that morning.

Mike's satnav told him that he had arrived at his destination, it was 2:47pm, he was early. He drove into the carpark, found a parking space and waited. He didn't want to appear too keen, and he knew escorts liked punctuality. Mike wasn't naive, he knew he was probably not the only client she had that day. One out the door, get ready for the next, she could have a busy schedule and timing was everything, he waited a few minutes before texting her.

The surroundings were familiar to him, he recognised the car park he was in and the apartment block he would surely be entering soon. Mike had seen prostitutes here before, although several years ago, and before he had met JuicyLucy. It was actually quite a nice area and the prossies he had seen before in this block were quite expensive, high-class escorts. He had no reason to think that EnglishRosie would be any different. Her rate per hour was top end, but he knew you only get what you pay for. He felt his cock twitch, as he checked his watch again. The third time in two minutes.

Mike sent the text at 2:52pm. "Hi Luv, I'm here."

The reply came straight away. "Entrance on left hand side, first floor, number 17, dark blue door."

Mike excitedly exited his car, locked the door and made his way to the entrance on the left hand side as instructed. When he had been here on previous occasions, he had been impressed by the quality and cleanliness of the accommodation. These were not seedy residences occupied by crack whores and benefits claimants. These were posh and expensive apartments. He also knew that most of the prostitutes working from them lived elsewhere. This was only their place of work and emphasised why their rates were so high.

As Mike entered and approached the stairs, his excitement levels increased. He knew that the escort he was about to meet would probably be well educated, well spoken and gorgeous as fuck, the high-class ones usually were. Mike kept well away from the street girls, they were probably pimped and doing it to feed a drug habit.

He was about to hand over a fairly sizeable amount of cash, but then he sensed that it would be worth it. His addiction to prostitutes was an expensive hobby, but one he could afford. Sex at home was non-existent, and paying for this little pleasure on a monthly basis kept him sane.

Number 17, blue door, Mike had arrived; the directions had been simple yet precise. As soon as he tapped on the door, it opened. As was normal in these situations no one appeared straight away, prostitutes working from these types of premises are as careful about discretion as their clients are. EnglishRosie did not want to be seen by prying eyes.

Mike slipped himself inside through the narrow gap made as the door opened. He was excited by the thought of taking a first look at the whore he would be fucking in only a few minutes time.

What he saw knocked him backwards, his penis, which had already started to stiffen, shrunk immediately and his heart rate increased. Symptoms of panic had already started to take over.

"KATIE!" exclaimed Mike.

"DAD!" exclaimed EnglishRosie. "What are YOU doing here!?"

"I was about to ask the same question," replied Mike.

"Are you Tom?"

"EnglishRosie?"

Both nodded in reply to the question asked of them.

"For fucks sake, Katie, what the hell are you doing?" Mike tried taking the moral high ground, but it didn't really cut with his daughter, who came out fighting.

"Don't fucking come over all innocent with me, Dad. You're the one who's come to see a prostitute!" Katie surprised herself by using the word 'prostitute', she only ever referred to herself as an escort normally, and considered herself a high-class one at that. "Does mum know you're here?"

"Don't be silly, Katie, of course she doesn't."

"Look, come in, we can't argue by the door."

EnglishRosie led her dad into the main living room. A room she would never normally take her clients to, on this occasion, the bedroom didn't seem appropriate.

Mike was then able to view EnglishRosie in all her beauty. 'Fucking hell!' he thought to himself, 'she's gorgeous!' He didn't realise just how much his own daughter had developed-- she was a stunning young woman. Then again, he realised that he didn't normally see her dressed in expensive lingerie and a see-through silk robe!

His cock finally twitched again, as he first looked at her magnificent 'DD's' held seductively in a pretty yet revealing bra, then down to her beautiful bubble butt.

'Good god,' he told himself, 'she is absolutely stunning!'

An astonished Mike was the first to speak. "For fuck's sake, Katie, I didn't bring you up to become a fucking whore!"

The word whore ripped through Katie's soul like a knife! No one had ever called her a whore, not to her face anyway. She knew that technically her dad was right. She was a whore, but hearing it in such a forceful way knocked a usually resilient Katie backwards.

She regained her composure and came back fighting again. "So what if I am a whore! It's my fucking job and I love it! And I earn good money, probably more than you do!" She was shaking by then, but still not finished. "And it wouldn't have bothered you shagging someone else's daughter, would it?"

The last comment hit home and Mike fell silent. He knew she was right, he had gone there hoping to fuck a young woman, someone else's daughter. He was also well aware that had he been any other man in his forties, or fifties or even sixties, then his own daughter would be on the bed with him by now. In fact, not just on the bed, but probably with his cock in her mouth, getting him hard in preparation for a fuck. His own daughter, a prostitute-- it certainly made him stop and think, but then he started to panic.

"You won't tell mum I'm here will you?" said Mike, suddenly realising the predicament he was in.

"Give me some credit, dad, you're not the only man who walks through that door with an unsuspecting wife at home."

"Yeah, sorry, it's just that mum's not interested in... you know what."

"You don't have to make excuses, dad. I trust you won't say anything about my work, either."

"Umm, err, yes, of course. No, I won't say anything. Girls like you do an important job, Katie. I don't know what some men would do without escorts." Mike tried adopting a conciliatory tone.

"What do you mean 'girls like me?' I'm an escort, dad; a prostitute, you can call me what I am, I'm not ashamed of it."

Mike was then very much on the back foot; he was the one feeling extremely awkward and embarrassed by the whole scenario. He went quiet and just stared at the young woman in front of him, seemingly not able to take his eyes off his daughter's skimpily covered breasts.

Katie noticed him looking and instinctively placed an arm across her chest in an attempt to cover herself. Somehow, it didn't feel right standing in front of her dad dressed the way she was.

"What happens next then?" she asked. Do you want to go or stay for a bit and have a chat? I can get changed into something that's more appropriate."

"A CHAT! I came here for more than a chat!" Mike could hardly believe he said that, but suddenly his cock started calling the shots.

"You're not serious!" said a stunned Katie.

Mike said nothing at first, just looked his daughter up and down, studying the gorgeous woman in front of him.

"You are, aren't you?" Katie still sounded no less shocked.

Mike just stood there, weighing up what to say. His heart rate was high, pounding, in fact. Should he or shouldn't he, his cock was telling him-- yes, he should. It also told him that the semi-clad girl in front of him was a whore, so it didn't really matter.

By then, Mike knew he had a bulge in his trousers; he sneaked a quick glance in that direction to see if it was noticeable. He thought it probably was. He wanted sex with EnglishRosie, the problem was, EnglishRosie was his own daughter. While his cock told him it would be all right and to go and fuck the tart, his brain and his heart screamed something completely different. They both told him to get the fuck out of there, and as quickly as possible. Mike knew that that was the only sensible action to take, and to get the hell out of there before he said or did something he would later regret.

"Say something, dad, you're scaring me. Are you staying for a chat or... maybe, it's best if you leave." Katie felt really uneasy and reached over for her dressing gown which was laid on the back of the sofa. She felt she needed to cover up, and quickly.

"You don't need that." Mike spoke for the first time in what seemed ages, and it came across firm and decisive. "Now come on, Rosie, move your arm away from your tits. Let me have a look at those gorgeous boobs of yours." Mike called his daughter Rosie for the first time. His cock was then calling the shots, and would be making the decisions for him.

"I have the money right here in my pocket, it's all there for you, it's what you do, isn't it? You said it was your job."

"Oh my god! You're not serious, surely! Please tell me you are not suggesting we have sex!"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting, Rosie. Take me to your bedroom, sweetheart, we've wasted ten minutes already, maybe more."

"Oh my god, dad! You actually want sex with your daughter, your own daughter, your own flesh and blood! Please tell me I've got this wrong!"

"You HAVE got it all wrong, Rosie, my daughter's name is Katie. I'm here to have sex with you, you're EnglishRosie, aren't you? The escort I booked this morning. Come on, luv, take your bra off and let me feel those beautiful tits!"

Katie was stunned! She didn't quite know what to do. Yes, she was an escort, and yes this man in her room had booked an hour of her time, and yes, he had booked it for sex. She also knew that he had a pocket full of cash, which would be hers, if she took him to her bedroom. She tried processing the whole situation. The problem was, the man with the cash and the man wanting sex was-- her own father!

EnglishRosie had never faced a situation like it, what a dilemma! She knew she should show him the door, but that would cause a row and she didn't know the consequences of doing that. She also knew she wanted and needed the cash, she led an expensive lifestyle. Katie made her mind up, she knew it was hasty, but time wasn't on her side.

"You're Tom, aren't you?" she said.

"Yes, Rosie, I'm Tom. Hi."

Mike felt elated and scared witless at the same time. They had both called each other by their aliases. Mike knew it meant only one thing, and it caused his cock to push even harder against the confines of his trousers.

"Oh, hi Tom," replied Katie, who was then getting into the roleplay her dad seemed to want, but there was a problem, it wasn't just roleplay. Katie knew full well that she was about to have sex with her own father.

"Move your arm away now, let me look at your tits properly."

Katie couldn't believe the way her dad was speaking to her, she had never heard him refer to her breasts as 'tits' before. Nonetheless, she moved her arm down and let him stare at her 'tits'.

"Come on, luv, take your bra off, let me look at those gorgeous tits properly and let me feel them."

Katie let her robe slide off her shoulders in a well-practiced manner. Mike thought the move looked really sexy, and hoped his daughter was finally entering 'whore' mode. She then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Mike's eyes never left his daughter's breasts as the item of clothing was firstly held up and displayed, then tossed aside in a manner any stripper would have been proud of.

Mike went up closer to his whore, and placed a hand on each of her breasts. He wasted no time in fondling them.

Katie let out a little gasp. 'Oh my god,' she thought to herself, 'my dad's only fucking groping my boobs!' She stopped him. "Just a minute. Haven't you forgotten something?" she said.

"Oh yeah, the money." Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a pre-prepared wad of cash and handed it over. Katie took it then placed it into a drawer, she didn't check the amount.

"Better go to the bedroom then," she told her dad, or should that be, told her client?

"Just a minute." Mike hadn't finished fondling his daughter's tits. He placed a hand on one of them again and squeezed, gently yet firmly. Katie didn't stop him this time, and Mike took full advantage.

"Ready now?" Katie asked.

"Yeah," came the reply.

Katie led the way into her boudoir-- it was her place of work, she seldom slept there. Mike appreciated the holding of his hand, it helped relax him a little. It wasn't every day he went into a bedroom to have sex with his own daughter. He still managed a glance at her rear end, though. 'Beautiful,' he thought.

They entered her room and she closed the door behind her. The closing of the door shook Mike a little, it seemed almost symbolic. An action that said 'you are now in my room, we are alone together'.

The surroundings emphasised the enormity of what he was about to do. The room, clearly a bedroom, but not just a bedroom. It was a prostitute's place of work and the mood lighting, decor and accessories on the bedside cupboards made that point perfectly clear. Condoms, baby oil, and a box of tissues all lay against a background of dark, moody surroundings. There were no personal things, objects, photos, nothing to suggest it was actually lived in. No, Mike looked around, this room was definitely nothing more than a whore's workplace. A chill ran up his spine as he turned towards his semi-dressed daughter.

'Fucking hell,' he thought. 'Am I really about to fuck my own daughter?' Before his mind could process any more turmoil, Katie came up to him and spoke.

"About time you started taking some clothes off, isn't it, Tom?" Mike registered that she had used his alias again.

'Shit', was the only word to enter his scrambled head. He suddenly knew there was no turning back. That was emphasised even more boldly when the prostitute he had just paid for, helped him out of his suit jacket. Mike placed it carefully over the back of a nearby chair.

By then, Mike's heart was pounding in his chest, he also felt sweaty and nervous. He wasn't usually like this when he entered a whore's bedroom. The fact that he had already detected a change in attitude and body language from his daughter, only heightened his nervousness. He was no longer receiving the message from her that suggested he should leave. Katie appeared to have left that behind the moment she entered her workplace.

Her next action confirmed everything to him-- she had definitely gone into whore mode. Mike was left in no doubt about that. She came right up to him, invaded his personal space, put both her arms around him and planted an enormous French kiss onto his lips. Katie's tongue immediately penetrated further, she gave her client a French kiss filled with so much passion and boldness that it took Mike by surprise. It was a few seconds before he responded, normally his response would have been instant, but then it wasn't normal for the source to be his own daughter.

Mike wrapped his arms around the young whore, whose tongue was invading his mouth. He responded and returned the kiss with equal passion and boldness. They both stood facing each other and snogged with a crudeness which belied their family ties.

Katie took charge; Mike could sense it, and he wasn't about to change the mood. He had already sensed her professionalism, it relaxed him a little and he felt his penis respond accordingly. Somehow, Mike knew that he would be having sex with his own daughter very soon. That realisation caused yet more blood to enter his manhood.

The passionate yet obviously workman-like kiss came to an end, but was merely a starter before the main course. Katie reached for her dad's neck tie and untied the knot with an eagerness and enthusiasm usually only found in young lovers. Mike sensed that this whore was good... very good.

Mike reacted and his clothes started coming off at a rate he hadn't experienced since his youth. His nervousness had been replaced with lust. His heartbeat slowed to normal, his sweaty palms dried up, his cock stiffened further.

As Mike's clothes piled up in a heap on the floor, Katie looked into his eyes. "I can't believe you actually want to fuck your own daughter, dad!"

Mike wondered why she had said that, was she making one last attempt to stop the act of incest that seemed inevitable right then? Mike's response told her that he, for one, was not going to be the one to end it. "Sorry, luv, I think you must be mistaken, my daughter's name is Katie, not Rosie, you've mixed me up with her once already this afternoon."

"Err... yes, Tom, I'm Rosie, silly me for mixing you up with my dad! I don't know what came over me!"

With that, she dropped to her knees, grabbed the waistband of his pants, one of only three items of clothing Mike was still wearing. The other two were a sock on each foot which she hoped would come off very soon. Katie hated having sex with men who kept their socks on!

With careful hands, she eased Mike's pants down over his by-then-fully erect penis and promptly wrapped her mouth around her father's stiffy, his pants still being stretched sideways around his calves.

Mike loved having his cock sucked by a seasoned pro, and he could tell straight away that this whore was good, she certainly knew how to suck cock. He wondered how many old men his daughter had sucked off to completion... the thought caused his cock to stiffen a fraction more.

He placed his hands on the back of her head. Mike always found it special feeling a whore's head bobbing up and down on his cock, preparing him for intercourse. This one was no exception, she was good, very good; his little slut Rosie knew exactly what she was doing. Her hands worked his balls and around the base of his shaft, she worked with expertise as well as enthusiasm. Mike had to pinch himself, was this really his own daughter sucking him off? He looked down at the top of her head, it was, 'Fuck!' he thought, it really was his Katie!

This slut was getting him close, he could feel his seed starting to prepare itself for escape. He knew a seasoned whore would know just when to stop though, and this one was no exception. 'Oh yes, this fucking tart is good,' he thought, when she released his penis at exactly the right moment. Mike wanted to cum in her cunt and his little slut-for-an-hour knew exactly what her clients wanted.

Rosie directed him onto her bed and pulled his pants off his legs, they were still around his ankles. She looked at her dad's sock-covered feet, 'please take them off' was the only thought in her head at that moment. Almost as if Mike had read her mind, he reached down and took his socks off then threw them onto his pile of clothes. 'That's better,' thought Katie, she always fucked her clients more intimately when they thought about the little details.

Mike was surprised at just how relaxed his daughter had become as she lay next to him and ran her hand across his chest, then kissed him as only a lover, or a seasoned prostitute, could kiss. Their tongues intertwined again, he was getting a passionate, deep and meaningful French kiss. Mike couldn't believe he was snogging his 'little girl' with quite so much enthusiasm. It felt oh-so right, yet oh-so wrong-- all at the same time.

Katie wasn't bothered by it at all, as far as she was concerned, she was Rosie snogging her client Tom. A skilled prostitute could do that, switch off everything and give her paying customers exactly what they wanted. As she kissed her father, she slipped a hand down and onto his penis. She knew her job was to keep him erect until he could perform the act. That was what he was there for, after all, to fuck a whore and this whore was going to please her client the same way she pleased all of her clients.

Katie's hand was back stroking her dad's hairy chest when she broke from their kiss, she was starting to realise that he had a good, toned body. "How do you want it then, Tom?" she asked.

Mike knew exactly what she was referring to. "Cowgirl, is that okay, Rosie?"

"Yeah sure, it's your money, you can fuck me whichever way you want!"

At first, Mike was startled by the cold, calculated words and tone of her voice, but then he reminded himself that he was with a prostitute. That's what he liked about a dirty young whore, they enjoyed sex and were not shy about it. For Mike, that was a complete contrast to his wife and one of the reasons he paid for sex.

Katie reached over to the bedside cabinet, picked up a condom and proceeded to rip open the little package. She took out the precious life-preventing and disease -limiting contents, and went about her work. There was a deftness which told Mike she had performed this routine many times before. The condom was placed over his erect shaft before skilled hands unrolled the rubber down its entire length. The hand wrapped around his penis felt good, the whole scenario caused him to harden that little bit more.

Mike knew he should have walked, he couldn't understand what possessed him to hand over his money in the way he did. She took it without much resistance, was his counter argument. No, he knew he couldn't blame his daughter for this, he knew it was all his doing, not hers. It was still not too late to walk out and stop this madness, he knew that. All he had to do was take the condom off, get off the bed, get dressed, and go. That would be the sensible thing to do. He was considering just that when Katie swung her leg over his prone body.

In one swift and well-practiced move, she lowered herself onto her father's penis. It was then too late; Mike knew there was no going back. Katie lowered herself down gently, until she was full-- full of her dad's erect manhood. It didn't seem to bother her, it was just another cock she was fucking, just another day's work.

But it wasn't just another cock, Katie knew that, there was this realisation that she had just lowered herself onto her dad's cock and a cock that felt good... really good. When she laid eyes on it for the first time, she could see her father's penis was larger than average. And that it was inside her, that fact hit home even more. He was longer than most men she had taken, and he was thicker as well. She could feel his girth, it felt good... really good. Katie was going to enjoy this fuck!

She switched to auto pilot, fucking middle-aged men was what she did, it was her job, her living, and she was good at it. The fact that she also received enormous pleasure from it was the 'icing on the cake'. Katie loved her job, she loved sex. She couldn't care less that the man under her, right then, was her dad, she was there to milk every last drop of semen from his balls. That was what she did, that was who she was-- a prostitute, who felt no shame.

As she started to pick up some rhythm, she squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles. Mike started to respond immediately, he met each downward move with a thrust of his own. The thrust was small and Rosie's experience told her that having someone ride your cock limited your options somewhat, but Mike wanted to fuck this tart as much as she was fucking him right then.

Katie heard small grunts every time Mike thrust his hips upwards to meet her. She appreciated the effort he was making; had he simply lay there, letting her do all the work, then it wouldn't have been the first time she had experienced a lazy lover. They found a rhythm and Katie was impressed, this client knew how to fuck; she picked up the pace and started to enjoy herself.

Mike's hands were on her hips, helping to lift his fully paid-for shag up higher. She lifted herself partly off his erection, then impaled herself deeper, as deeply as she could, onto this hunk of a fuck-machine between her legs.

"I had no idea you could fuck like this, dad! Wow! Keep going, I'm going to cum soon!"

Mike was pleased, he liked it when he made his whores cum. Not so much because he often received a compliment, but because it showed he was fucking a dirty whore who got off on doing her job. He knew it was further confirmation that the prostitute he was fucking was a good one. A fuck-toy he would pay for again and again.

There was one slight problem this time, the whore whose tits were bouncing around in front of him, the one furiously shagging his cock for all she was worth-- was his own daughter! They stared into each other's eyes at that very moment, there was no doubt about it, 'fucking hell, what am I doing' went through Mike's head. 'oh fuck, yes, it's definitely my 'little girl' who is going to make me fill the bag in a few seconds' time!' Mike's mind was then racing-- this is it, there was nothing he could do about it. He knew that, and so did the tart pounding his cock!

Much to Mike's surprise, it was his daughter who came first, the less-than-discreet 'I'm cumming' gave it away, but when she flowed over his cock and balls there was no doubt at all. This was one whore who didn't need to pretend she had an orgasm, he knew they don't usually cum as hard and as obvious as that. He couldn't even remember having a tart wet him quite as much as this one just had.

This gorgeous fuck-machine was good, Mike knew that now, and she continued riding him for a bit longer, she wanted to make sure her client ejaculated before she slowed down. That was what he'd paid for, and she was hell bent on making him cum if she possibly could. This whore was good for a reason, and Mike soon filled the bag covering his dick. Both he and his whore continued thrusting for a bit longer, both wanting to ensure the balls had been emptied.

With sweat running from both exhausted bodies, Katie dismounted the stallion she had just ridden.

""Fucking hell, girl, you're good!"

"I try to please, dad, I mean Tom. Sorry I soaked you!"

Mike's breathing was ragged, his climaxes weren't as good as that very often, and his body was still shaking a little.

"You all right, Tom?" Katie showed a little concern for her father.

"Yes, Katie-- sorry, Rosie, fuck, that was good."

"As I say, I aim to please and I enjoyed it, too."

"Fucking hell! Now I can see why you've got so many good reviews!"

"Have I just found myself another regular client?" It was the way his daughter casually called him a 'client' that hit home the most. He didn't quite know what to say. "Maybe," was all that came out of his astonished mouth.

Katie, for her part, had now realised how much she had enjoyed that little session. A session which she hoped was far from finished. A discreet glance at the clock informed her that her client still had another twenty-five minutes of time left. This was one client who she had no intention of hurrying out the door!

She lay next to him, her hand planted firmly on his hairy, masculine chest. She leaned over and planted her sexiest kiss on his lips. It was more than a kiss from a whore, this one was filled with passion and purposefulness. Mike read the meaning, or he thought he had. He wasn't quite sure whether this was one very professional prostitute, or whether his daughter was trying to express a deeper meaning. It startled him a little. He was well aware, however, that he had just paid to fuck a whore, so he wasn't going to read too much into a kiss. He simply flung his arms around her and enjoyed the snog she so obviously wanted him to have.

For the next few minutes, Katie gave her client a wonderful 'GFE', the girlfriend experience, something she excelled at, and the main reason many of her clients returned time after time. It was so good, Mike had no idea whether his daughter was in work mode or if it was genuine. EnglishRosie was a professional prostitute and very good at what she did. Mike was experiencing every bit of a high-class escort's talents.

Katie had one arm wrapped around her client, while her free hand explored his masculine frame. "You have a fit body, Tom, you must work out a lot."

She had used his alias, Tom, Mike knew she was very much in work mode. He knew his daughter knew that he worked out at the gym on a regular basis.

"Yes, Rosie, I'm often at the gym."

"It shows, you have a gorgeous, sexy body, darling."

Mike swooned, god he was smitten by this whore! "Thank you, you look pretty good yourself." Mike returned the compliment then grabbed one of her tits.

"You've got a nice cock as well, and know how to use it!"

Mike could hardly believe this was his own daughter talking to him like this, but then he knew it wasn't really. It was Rosie, EnglishRosie, the whore he had paid for.

"Thank you, Rosie, I don't get too many complaints." He let out a little laugh as if to lighten the mood. He was actually feeling really embarrassed then.

"Bet mum can't get enough of this gorgeous thing!" said Katie, as she made a grab for Mike's by-then-spent cock.

"Sadly no, that's why I'm here, your mum's not interested in sex, hasn't been for years."

"What! You haven't had sex with her for years!" Katie couldn't hide her surprise.

"Not since your brother popped out. It was as if she thought her work was now done, given me two kids, so now I'll slam my legs shut. Never to be opened again!"

"Oh my god, dad, that's awful!" Katie paused to think about what her dad had just said, then continued. "So, seriously? What! You haven't, you know, 'dun it' with mum since Luke was born!" The incredulity in her voice was obvious.

"That's right, Katie, not so much as fondled a boob, she just pushes me away!"

"Oh my god, no wonder you're here!"

"You probably think I'm a right bastard now, don't you, going behind mum's back and seeing escorts." Mike deliberately called the girls escorts this time. It sounded better, even though privately, he referred to them as either prossies or even worse, whores.

"No, dad, I don't, I see lots of men in your position. I often can't believe how some men's wives bring it on themselves, you know, their hubbies being unfaithful. I don't blame you, dad, men tell me that I offer a valuable service. I'm proud of what I do, men need 'girls like me'." She even borrowed the phase her dad had used earlier.

"I'm proud of you as well, Katie, really proud. I'm not ashamed of you."

"Thanks, dad, that means a lot to me." Katie's hand let go of her father's penis and touched his naked chest again. She thought it felt masculine, sexy and ultimately reassuring. She then lay across him and kissed his lips again.

Mike sensed that it wasn't like a prostitute kissing her client, Katie hadn't intended it to feel like that, either.

"Can you manage round two?" she asked her dad.

"Are you sure?" Mike was already feeling guilty, and he wasn't sure that another round of intercourse was a good idea. Yes, he wanted sex, but with his own daughter, he wasn't sure.

Katie, on the other hand, had already had that dilemma, she had already made her decision before she fucked her dad the first time. For her, once more wasn't going to make much difference and she had enjoyed his cock. She wanted it again.

"Mum might not want that beauty, but that's her loss; if you can get it up again, then I'll take it!" Katie seemed to have no shame when she spoke.

"I can usually manage a second round." Mike surprised himself at his openness, it almost sounded a casual comment.

Katie instantly switched back to whore mode as she went down on her father's cock once more. "Come on then, Tom, let's see if we can get you hard again."

As she sucked him and gave him a combined blow and hand job, Katie swung a leg over her client's face. A startled Mike, stared up at the shaved crotch that was heading in his direction. He could barely believe what was happening as the young woman he still regarded as his 'little girl' lowered herself into the 'sixty-nine' position.

'Fucking hell!' was the only thought in Mike's head, as he was being invited to eat out her cunt. She was still wet, very wet from their earlier sex, and then in anticipation of having more. It was this moistness that struck him most, she was clearly very aroused. Katie's vagina was giving away her feelings, she couldn't hide them, her pussy didn't lie.

Mike wrapped his mouth around her vaginal lips, then explored with his tongue. Any reservations he might have had disappeared into his daughter's cunt, just as his cock had disappeared in the same place earlier. He reached for her clit, but she pulled away, Katie was still a little tender. Instead, the playful bitch, who was sucking and stroking his still-limp penis, started sliding her pussy lips up and down his face. It felt as if she was washing him, washing his face with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. He'd never been with a whore who had gotten so wet, he didn't complain though, quite the opposite, in fact. Mike loved having oral sex, especially when he knew he was getting his dirty fucking bitches as turned on as this.

It was always just about the sex for Mike, he knew the whores he fucked didn't have any real emotional feelings for him. He knew they were just going through the motions for the money, although he knew that some whores enjoyed their work more than others. This hot fucking bitch seemed to be getting off on it more than most. The fact he was with his own daughter seemed to have been forgotten, she had gone into whore mode again, and Mike just wanted to eat pussy, rise to the occasion again, and fuck the little tart he'd just handed a wad of cash to! A transaction between a prostitute and her client often boils down to those simple basic facts and a man's desire to ejaculate inside a young slut.

The blowjob Mike received was professional, very professional, well practiced, and expertly delivered. He loved the way a good prostitute could suck cock and arouse his penis to another erection. Katie was proving as expert as any who had sucked him off previously, his own private, at least for an hour, whore Rosie was down on him and working wonders. Mike soon responded, and in no time, his cock had risen to the occasion and was ready for action again.

Katie moved her mouth away from her father's erection, she just kept hold of it at the base. As she looked at her handiwork, she once again marvelled at its length and girth. 'Lucky old dad,' she thought to herself, 'what a beauty'. She wanted it to fuck her again, oh boy, didn't she want that gorgeous cock again!

The attention her dad's tongue had given her at the other end, had prepared her nicely for penetration. Her clit was then more than ready for further stimulation. Katie reached over for another condom, she always had them strategically placed, skilled whores always had their tools for the trade handy. She took it out of its package and, once again, unfolded it expertly over her father's erection. It always helped when her clients' cocks were fully hard, she knew the semi-limp ones would prove difficult to cover and ultimately disappoint when it came to the main act. Katie had come to have high expectations this time, round one was good fun, and she hoped for the same again.

One skill of an experienced high-class escort was to know the time without their clients ever noticing them looking at a clock. Katie may only have been twenty-one, but a year 'on the game' had given her the experience required. She knew there was just enough time left for a good fuck, but not much else. She did not have another client until later that evening, and had already decided she was not about to encourage this one out of the door anytime soon.

Katie's heart was making her ignore everything her head was telling her. She was enjoying her time with this forbidden client, and wanted to spend as much time in sexual unison with him as she could. There was only the occasional oh-god-I-hope-no-one-finds-out moment, but she managed to push those thoughts to the back of her mind.

With the next condom securely in place, Katie moved herself from on top of her client, turned around to face him and gave him a true GFE kiss. Katie was good at those, her clients often complimented her on her passionate kissing. They often left feeling as though they had actually been with a real girlfriend and not just a paid-for one.

Katie could taste her own vaginal fluid, as she kissed her father-- it turned her on. The feel of manly stubble starting to reappear after his early morning shave excited her, as well. Katie loved the feel of a man's face stubble; to her, it was more evidence of a 'man's man'. She liked her hunky, muscular, well-toned men. This one, however, had some added spice, she assumed that it must have been the fact that he was also her dad. Right at that moment, though, she couldn't give a toss, all she wanted was another fuck.

Katie came up for air after the sensual kiss, and asked. "Where do you want me this time, Tom?"

Mike could hardly believe it. Even if this whore wasn't his daughter, she would have been as sexy as fuck. The way she spoke to him oozed sexuality from every pore. Just her spoken words could harden his penis! Mike could tell that this bitch was good, very, very good, and he couldn't wait to fuck the little tart again.

"I'll go on top, missionary." Mike wanted the good ol' standard missionary position. He wanted to stare right into his daughter's eyes when he penetrated her, he wanted to see what she was really thinking as he fucked his 'little girl'; he also wanted to fuck her hard and fast. To him, that was what whores were for-- 'just fuck the bitch hard, that's what they want,' he always told himself. It wasn't that he treated them badly, quite the opposite in fact, but from his own experience, he knew that most enjoyed a good, hard shagging. It was a world away from having sex with his wife, but by then, that was so long ago, he could barely remember it.

Mike rolled on top of his bitch, to him she WAS his bitch. He had paid for her, she was his for a short time, and he wanted his money's worth.

As Mike rolled on top of her, he grabbed hold of one of her tits, he squeezed it quite aggressively, then kissed her and buried his tongue deeply in her mouth.

Katie was fine with it, she liked her men to take charge and be a little aggressive, that was what men were supposed to do. She always preferred proper men to those who 'pussy-footed' around.

Mike was ready, he needed to sink his cock into her. He even surprised himself by how hard he was, second time in less than an hour, and he was as hard as a rod of steel! He hadn't realised fucking his own daughter could be such a turn-on!

Mike slid the head of his cock along the slit of the vagina he was about to enter. It was moist, very moist. It informed him that this little slut wanted it and wanted it right then.

Using his free hand, he guided his erect penis to the soft and warm entrance of his whore's vagina. He stared directly into her eyes, as he prepared to thrust forward. Mike prided himself on being able to tell if his whore was about to enjoy the shagging she was destined to receive, or whether she would likely be going through the motions only.

His cock slid in slowly, he liked to take it gently, initially; he knew he was bigger than average. Mike was always considerate to start with, not wanting to hurt them, she might be a slut, but she was still human. He was also aware that if they took an instant dislike to him, then the fuck would be over, at least to any worthwhile satisfaction.

She had already taken him once, so he knew she would know what to expect. Even so, a little consideration goes a long way, then he would pound the fuck out of her!

As his cock went in full length and his balls slapped up against her, he noticed the look on her face. Mike grinned, Katie grinned back. He immediately knew that this young whore was going to enjoy her fuck as much as he was. 'Dirty little fucker!' sprang to his mind, his daughter had surpassed all expectations.

When she had opened the door earlier, and he saw who it was, he believed his fun afternoon would end abruptly, but here at this moment, well, he could tell his whore-a-of-daughter loved cock. He had already decided this tart was going to get a good review, and not just because it was her dad shagging her!

"Fuck, you're nice 'n tight, Rosie."

"I'm not surprised, you've filled me up! I don't get cocks as good as this every day."

"But you get cock every day, I presume," Mike retorted.

Katie grinned again. That told Mike all he needed to know-- the little tart must get fucked several times every day. He wanted to make sure, though. "So tell me, Rosie, do you get plenty of cock then?"

"Yeah," she replied, a little sheepishly. Prostitutes do not like letting clients know just how often they have sex. They like to make the client feel special and almost a 'one-off' when clearly they are not. This day, though, was different for Katie, she decided to be open with her dad. She followed up with, "I do all right, had two this morning and I've got another two already booked in for later this evening."

"Dirty little fucker!" This time he said it to her face.

She grinned again. "Pays well," she replied.

With that, Mike withdrew then plunged back in. Katie gasped, the conversation had clearly ended and she prepared herself for what she thought would be a pounding. She wasn't wrong, the middle-aged man with the toned body on top of her, started thrusting, fast, hard and deep.

Katie wrapped her legs around him, holding him closer, and helping her to tightly squeeze her vagina. She gripped his penis as he thrust. Mike was often amazed at how these whores' cunts always seemed tight, no matter how many times they got fucked. He continued to thrust and slam his penis into his daughter. She was used to getting fucked hard, and this was up there with the best she'd had. Her climax came first, her dad felt it, he had plenty more left in him, though. Having already ejaculated once, he would take longer to do it again. All he had to do was stay hard and this whore's tight cunt would ensure he did.

Mike may have been a man in his forties, but he was fit and still in his prime. He knew he could still fuck as well as anyone ten or twenty years his junior. He had fucked enough prostitutes who had told him so. His stamina was still good and he gave his new tart a shagging, he guessed, she would remember, not least because of who he was. When he finally emptied himself into the 'bag' for a second time that afternoon, he felt knackered. 'Shit!' he thought, 'she was a good fuck!'

He rolled off her, exhausted and sweating, then lay on his back to regain his breath. His girlfriend-for-the-hour, lay next to him; she was well fucked and lay still for a couple of minutes. She also wanted to gather her breath, but also take in the glow of her orgasm, and reflect on the fuck her dad had just given her.

Katie was still in work mode, so she rolled over to lay against her exhausted client. A compliment was now in order, she needed to make him feel like a million dollars, she wanted more of his money again next time. Would there be a next time, she wondered, it was not every day she got shagged by her dad!

"Wow, Tom, you certainly know how to use this." She complimented him for a second time that afternoon, while fondling his then-limp cock."

"Thanks, luv, you're pretty good yourself, darling," replied Mike.

Katie picked up on the use of the words 'luv' and 'darling', in the context they were used; she realised he was talking to Rosie and not his daughter. Katie leaned over and kissed him, she wanted him to know that it was still Rosie lying next to him.

"I hope we can do that again soon, Tom, I enjoyed myself."

"Me, too, Rosie, anyone tell you before that you're a good fuck?"

"Yeah, of course, why do you think I'm so busy?" Katie said it with a big grin on her face. "You've read my reviews, I presume."

"I certainly have, luv, and you're about to get another five-star one!"

Katie kissed him again and ran a hand over his chest, she couldn't believe how sexy her dad's body felt. She was already longing for more of it.

"Come on, Tom, let's get this off." Katie reached for the base of the condom and eased it off his limp dick, then reached for the wet wipes. Her job was nearly done, just help her client to clean up then on to the next.

"How long left?" asked Mike.

"You're over already, but it doesn't matter, my next one's not due until this evening."

Katie was in no hurry to let her dad go, she snuggled up next to him for one last cuddle. Mike obliged, he thought it was so surreal. He knew he would never see his 'little girl' in the same light again. It didn't stop him, though, and he leaned over to kiss her again. Tongues intertwined, a passionate French kiss seemed to have become normal.

"Rosie? Your profile, do you really do everything on it?" Mike wasn't ready to go yet, he had more questions.

"If I'm about to get a lecture, then you can fuck off now!"

"No, I'm not, Rosie." Mike deliberately used her escort name.

In doing so, Katie relaxed a little.

"I'm not ashamed of you, you know, I'm actually proud of you. Proud of my daughter being a prostitute."

"You're not just saying that dad... are you?" Katie had switched back from whore mode and called him dad, still a little worried where this conversation was about to go.

"No, Katie, I'm not. I have seen a lot of whores, sorry, escorts, over the years. I have actually lost count of how many prostitutes I have had sex with. They fill a huge void left by your mum's coldness in bed. I need them to stay sane; if it wasn't for them, I would probably have divorced your mum and broken up the family. Maybe you think that's what I should have done, but I have tried to put you and Luke first, I wanted you both to grow up having a father, as well as a mother."

Katie felt a tear well up in her eye. She liked her dad, she always had, and she still respected him for wanting the family to stay together.

Mike continued. "So you see, I would be a bit of a hypocrite if I thought shagging other dads' daughters was okay, but then tried persuading you to give up prostitution. I'm not a hypocrite, Katie." Mike had gone back to calling her Katie, the name of his daughter. This was very much a father-daughter conversation.

"So what does this all mean then, dad? Are you saying you want to come back and fuck me again?" Katie didn't see the point of beating around the bush.

Mike let out a little laugh. "If you'll still have me, then yes, I would pay you again for a fuck!"

"Yeah, I would like that, I would like that a lot." Katie flung her arms around her dad and kissed him.

This time, Mike felt as though he WAS actually snogging his daughter, it felt a little surreal.

When she let her father go, Katie asked, "So what do you want to know about my profile then?" Katie was well aware of what it said, and she was still convinced her dad was about to try to get her to change it.

"Do you really do all that stuff, you know watersports, receiving as well, AND anal! And rimming, do you really rim other guys as well, not just let them rim you?"

Mike knew that it was not uncommon for whores to let blokes rim them, but not the other way round. He had licked plenty of young sluts' arses, but he hadn't been with any willing to rim him.

"Yeah, and not just guys, I'll lick a girl's arse as well, if they want me to but I prefer a guy's dirty bum; somehow, they smell stronger and taste better!" Katie said it deliberately, she thought she would shock her dad a little bit more. "And yes, I like piss play, I like it a lot and anal. I love taking a cock up my bum, dad! You got a problem with all that?"

Mike had become a bit flustered, he hadn't expected his daughter to be quite so candid.

"Err... no, Katie, I don't. Fucking hell! I can't believe we are having this conversation!"

"You started it! So come on then, do you want to piss on me or maybe you want to fuck your daughter's arse, I don't care, you pay me and you can do it! In fact, I've enjoyed this afternoon, I might just give you 'family rates'; that way, we can do it a bit more often!"

If Katie had intended to shock her dad, then she had well and truly succeeded! He didn't know where to look, or what to say. Mike actually felt embarrassed, and Mike was not the sort of person to embarrass easily.

"Come on, hun, we're way over time, come back and see me, Tom, then we can try something different, maybe some anal play if you want."

With that, Mike found himself being ushered out the door, not forcefully, but highly professionally. Katie, he realised, was exceptional at her job. He lifted himself off the bed, still in a daze; with all the prostitutes he had seen over the years, none had affected him quite like Rosie had.

He hurried getting dressed, he knew he was way over time, but he wanted to stay and chat with his daughter. She never normally put time limits on her parents' visits. Then again, this was hardly a 'normal' visit. He checked he had everything then made his way out of the bedroom. Well, sex room really, it didn't look like a room that was slept in much. As he reached the front door, he turned to his daughter. She was still semi-dressed, but had slipped her see-through robe back on. She hadn't made much effort to hide her ample breasts.

Katie put her arms around her dad one last time, and gave him the goodbye kiss Mike had come to expect from prostitutes, as he was about to leave. It was as if they wanted him to leave with one last memory which intimated, hope to see you again soon, oh and don't forget to bring your cash!

Mike put his hand onto his daughter's breast for one last time that day, she didn't object. "See you again soon, Tom, I hope," were her parting words.

Katie opened the door and Mike slipped out into the corridor and made his way back to his car. Before he had walked two steps, he turned around for one last look at the sexy whore, English Rosie; the door was firmly shut, and his daughter was nowhere in sight. He smiled to himself and imagined her getting ready for the next client to come to fuck her. 'Lucky man' was the thought which entered his head.

Mike made his way to his car, unlocked it, and got in. As he slumped into the driver's seat, he puffed out his cheeks and blew out through his mouth, his breath caused a haze across the windscreen. "Did that just happen?" he said to no one in particular, there was no one to listen. He just needed to hear his own voice, he needed to know if he had dreamt the last couple of hours.

Mike's adrenaline flowed again, he was about to drive home to his wife, the mum of the prostitute he had just fucked. How could he see her without giving away the fact that he had just fucked his own daughter-- their daughter!

'Calm down, Mike,' he told himself. He sat there for a few minutes to gather his thoughts and chill a little. He smiled to himself when he realised that he had just found his new favourite prostitute. JuicyLucy would have to wait a while. EnglishRosie was now at the top of his 'Hot List'.