A Prostitute's Dilemma Pt. 02

Acknowledgement:

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

Three weeks had now passed since Mike's encounter with EnglishRosie. He had been a regular user of prostitutes for years; he needed them to satisfy his sexual urges. Sadly for him, his wife was either incapable or unwilling to relieve his sexual desires, he was never quite sure of the exact reason she was cold to him in bed. He had given up years ago, trying to woo her into even the most basic sexual pleasures. She hardly ever kissed him these days, and long, intimate kissing, well... he couldn't even remember if she had ever allowed him that little pleasure. Even the slightest attempt to grope a boob at bedtime resulted in his hand being firmly pushed away. No, Mike had given up on his wife in that department years ago. Whores had come to fill that role.

EnglishRosie should have been just the latest in his adventures into the murky world of prostitution. Fuck 'em and leave 'em 'til next time. That was always his motto, but this time though, he just couldn't forget EnglishRosie, he couldn't just discard her until he wanted her again. No, EnglishRosie wasn't just another prostitute-- she was his daughter! And he'd fucked her!

It seemed a good idea when he was in her apartment. He wasn't expecting his daughter to open the door, the fact she had, turned his world upside down. He knew he should have turned around and walked out. What sort of father stays, then pays to fuck his own daughter? Those were the thoughts he had been battling with ever since. She had let him, though, that realisation kept on haunting him. So did the fact that she was a damn good fuck as well!

Mike's head was in a spin, a place it seemed to regularly visit since that fateful afternoon. He knew that was why last weekend's visit with his wife to see their daughter was so awkward. His wife noticed the atmosphere in the room wasn't right. She didn't know why, though-- 'thank god,' was Mike's thinking! He was not sure if the relationship he once had with his daughter would ever be the same again; probably not. That thought saddened him, but it was done, now, it had happened, he had had sexual intercourse with his own daughter; twice, in fact. That reality cannot be undone.

It didn't help matters when his daughter went into the kitchen to prepare cups of tea for the three of them. Her mum was sitting in the lounge when Mike went up to Katie-- his daughter's real name, from behind and tried wrapping his arms around her to give her a kiss on the neck.

Katie didn't exactly approve of that particular move. "DAD! Stop it! Not here, are you mad?"

She hadn't said no outright, just 'not here'. That fact had been driving Mike crazy all week, he was horny again and needed a whore. Could he really go back to EnglishRosie again? He wanted to, wanted to badly, she had gotten under his skin, she was an itch that wouldn't go away. He also knew he had unfinished business with her.

He wanted her arse. He had decided he wanted it as soon as he saw her profile, even before they had met. Mike loved anal, he loved fucking young whores up the arse, there was something about it that drew him in; something dirty and fitting that these sluts opened their back door for clients.

Then there was 'watersports', not many prossies receive it, and certainly not above the boobs. Give it, yes, that was fairly common, but receive it. Wow! And her profile said it was her speciality!

Mike's mind was blurred, he certainly wasn't thinking rationally. He knew EnglishRosie was his own daughter, but his cock was calling all the shots. He decided to ring her later; he knew he simply had to have her again!

It was just after ten that morning, when Mike scrolled through his contact list. He came to Rosie, he chose not to enter her name as EnglishRosie, just in case someone else saw it. One touch and her phone soon started to ring.

Katie, alias EnglishRosie, picked up her phone to answer it. The caller identified itself as Tom - Dad. Tom was Mike's alias for the purpose of his little indiscretions.

"Shit!" exclaimed Katie. She knew it wasn't a social call from her dad; if it was, it wouldn't have been on her work phone. "Shit!" she exclaimed again, before answering the call.

"Hi Tom, good to hear from you again, hun." Katie was automatically in work mode, simply answering that particular phone ensured that it was seamless and professional.

It took Mike by surprise, he had thought that, perhaps, he would be speaking to his daughter, but no, she went straight into business mode.

"Oh, hi Rosie, are you available this afternoon?"

"What time, hun?"

"Three 'o clock, is that okay? For an hour."

"Yes, luv, complete the booking request on the site would you, and we're all good to go."

Mike wanted to say more, but he was a little embarrassed. He wasn't usually like that, but then, he didn't usually book escort appointments with his own daughter. If he wanted it, he had to ask for it, he knew that. So he just went for it!

"Rosie, luv, I'm looking for anal this afternoon, is that okay, it's on your profile."

There was a stunned silence on the other end of the phone. "Rosie? You okay?"

Katie couldn't believe it. She thought the fact he rang for another appointment in the first place was bad enough!

"Are you serious, Dad?" The request had instantly thrown her and she inadvertently came out of work mode in an almost trance-like state.

"Of course, I'm serious, Rosie, it's on your profile and I've read your reviews. You're a dirty little fucker by all accounts!"

"DAD! For fuck's sake!"

"Sorry, that was unnecessary, I apologise." If Mike knew one thing, it was to treat these whores with respect, otherwise they'd refuse to see him. "I shall come with a full bladder as well, it's not our first meet, so you'll take it above the boobs now, is that right?"

Katie couldn't believe what she was hearing; she thought for a minute that it was going to make her vomit. Not the acts themselves, she enjoyed anal sex, she even loved taking clients piss over her face and in her mouth. That wasn't the problem. Her DAD was the problem! She had a dilemma three weeks ago, and here, right then, she had an even bigger one. Would she agree to all this, or better to nip it in the bud, end the conversation and refuse to see him?

Katie knew she only had a few seconds to make up her mind. To go along with it, or risk a row with her dad which ultimately might poison their relationship. Fucking hell! Going along with it will fucking poison their relationship, as well! Katie was becoming furious with her dad for even suggesting it, even wanting to see her again for sex was bad enough; but THIS!

She tried calming herself down and started putting everything into perspective. She was a prostitute, a whore, a tart, or putting the nice spin on it-- an escort. That was what girls like her did, took clients' money, then they would let them fuck them. She didn't usually get all 'prim and proper' about it. She was a working girl, that was what she did.

She made up her mind in a flash. "Yes, Tom, all good here, I'll get myself ready for you, three o'clock it is."

She ended the call and let out a tirade of expletives! All aimed at her father, she couldn't believe that he actually wanted to do this to her and she couldn't believe she had actually agreed to it!

Katie collapsed on the sofa and 'cried her eyes out'. She used to respect her dad, not anymore, what he had just asked for had tarnished their father-daughter relationship forever!

Katie cried it all out, then rallied, there was no time to dwell on it, she had two more clients to see before her dad arrived. One at eleven and another at one o'clock this afternoon. Another busy day and two more booked in for this evening. She was getting lots of work, her reputation on the circuit was building, and she was in demand. EnglishRosie, the consummate professional had re-entered work mode, her father forgotten. At least until three o'clock this afternoon.

Mike arrived on time and still followed the usual procedure, texting when he arrived in the car park, and waiting for the reply to say he could come up. Prostitutes had their routine, and they didn't like to be surprised by unexpected knocks on their front door.

The door opened with the usual prossie-hiding-behind-the-door routine, and Mike entered.

"Hi Rosie."

"Hi Tom," came the reply.

Katie was very much in work mode and made no reference to dad at all. It made Mike relax, somewhat. He knew he shouldn't really be doing this, especially knowing what he had asked for. To Mike, though, it was just a business transaction. He had no idea his daughter was in a completely different frame of mind; she hid it well, though.

Deep down, Katie had started to despise her dad for wanting to do this. Had it been any other guy, then it wouldn't have mattered, it was her job and that was what she did. Her own father, though, no, she found that difficult to cope with.

She had thought hard about it, since he rang up to book the appointment, in between other clients, that is. It hadn't given her long to think, but think about it she did. Her decision was to take his money and let him do it anyway. She was a whore after all, Katie knew that, and whores get used to blanking out unsavoury clients. They had a job to do and just got on with it. Her high ratings and good reviews didn't come by accident. Katie had become a very professional whore.

"Here's your money, luv," Mike said, handing over a brown envelope stuffed with twenties and tens. "I'm busting for a piss, darling, been holding on to it for way too long!"

'Oh, so straight down to business then,' Katie thought to herself. "Let me give you a kiss first, hun," Katie didn't want to be put out of her routine, it was well practiced.

She went up to her dad, flung her arms around him and gave him a no-holds-barred snog-- tongue in his mouth and halfway down his throat. It was a snog high-class prostitutes would use to greet their clients, a snog which said, 'I'm yours for an hour'; or however long they had booked.

Mike returned the snog, slightly surprised at how passionately his daughter was kissing him. He groped her tit, Katie didn't complain, she had expected it.

She released her client, who was still clasping his brown envelope. Katie took it, left the room, checked it and stashed it away safely. Before she went, she had left instructions. "Get yourself undressed, Tom. I'll be back in a minute, then we can go to the bathroom."

Katie returned to the bedroom where Mike was standing naked, and sporting a semi-erection. She grabbed his cock, and said, "Shall we go into the bathroom, I think you've got something for me haven't you? A full bladder, I believe."

Mike could hardly believe it. 'Is she this relaxed with all her clients?' he thought to himself.

She held his penis and used it to lead him into her bathroom.

"You didn't say if you wanted mine, hun, so I've taken the liberty to fill my bladder up as well. No problems if you don't, I'll just go to the loo first."

"Yes, thank you, Rosie, I meant to ask for it. Can I piss first though, I'm busting?"

"Yes, hun, let me get undressed and into the bath. Where do you want me to take it, darlin'?"

"It's not my first visit, so can it go above your tits?"

"Yes, go on then."

Up until then, Mike had been a bit nervous about asking, but Katie seemed relaxed about it, so he simply asked her. "I want to piss in your mouth and will you drink it all?"

Katie had tried so hard to be professional, but her limits were being tested. She couldn't believe her dad, her own father, was asking her to swallow all his piss!

It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd drunk all her client's urine, watersports was one of her specialities, she even stated it in her profile. Having her dad do it though, well, that was on a different level!

"Go on then, I'll do it."

"All of it?" Mike asked, hardly believing his daughter had agreed to it.

"If that's what you want, Tom, yes, all of it, you've paid for my time, hun, and I enjoy drinking it. Some people actually think it's good for you, did you know that?"

"I had heard that, not sure how true it is though."

"I've already got a full bladder, Tom, so as soon as you've finished, I'll be ready to piss on you. Where do you want it, hun?"

"All over, spray it all over me, even my face, please, luv."

"Okay, all over it is. Any in your mouth, do you want a taste, as well?

"A little, not too much, though," replied Mike.

'Hah, typical! He expects ME to swallow all of his yet he only wants to taste 'a little'.' were Katie's thoughts, she was fuming inside, but displayed no evidence of such to her dad.

Mike and his daughter got into position in the bathtub, with Katie in a sitting position. Mike knelt with his knees either side of Katie's legs. He took hold of his cock and pointed it in the direction of his daughter's face. She instinctively opened her mouth ready to receive her father's amber nectar.

It was a surreal moment for Mike, the realisation that he was about to piss into his own daughter's mouth shocked him, almost as much as it aroused him sexually.

"Okay, Rosie?" he enquired. His daughter's nod of her head confirmed she was, indeed, ready.

The flow of urine started almost immediately, and was directed straight into Katie's mouth. Being the ultimate professional, Katie set about swallowing it. Mouthful after mouthful was gulped down, her dad slowing the stream as he filled his whore's mouth, waited for it to empty, then released another flow. They found a rhythm quickly and Mike was astounded, as well as impressed, that this whore swallowed his full bladder of urine without so much as a murmur of disapproval. Hardly a drop was spilt, and the grin on Katie's face told Mike all he needed to know. This prostitute did, indeed, enjoy drinking her clients' piss.

"If there's going to be a next time, Tom, please drink more water, that was very strong. Nice, but I enjoy it more when it's not quite as strong as that," Katie offered her advice, as she enjoyed drinking her clients' piss and often directed them to improve the quality to her liking. Sometimes, her clients had drunk so much water, their piss was almost clear. Katie would then direct them as to how to make it stronger. Katie knew what she liked and enjoyed when it came to drinking her clients' urine.

"How much piss do you drink?" Mike was startled by his daughter's candidness.

"It's becoming more and more frequent, my regulars know I enjoy it."

"You are a dirty-fucking-piss-slut whore, aren't you!"

"Dad! There's no need for that!" Katie was annoyed, very annoyed, this session was going from bad to worse in her eyes, and she considered calling an immediate halt to it. If it wasn't for the fact she would have happily gone along with all of this had it been any other client, then she would have stopped it.

"I'm sorry-- I mean Tom," Katie apologised. She immediately realised that out of annoyance, she had called him Dad.

"I'm sorry as well, thought you might like a bit of the verbal."

"I do, Tom, but it's usually agreed up front, part of role play. What you just said sounded personal and what with you being who you are, and all that."

"Yep, you're right, I should know the routine by now, I've seen enough prossies to know."

Katie was a little shocked by her father's revelation, but somehow, after recent events, not surprised.

"So then Rosie, can I sling the verbals at you, darling?"

"If you want to." The answer was short and abrupt. Her dad was pushing boundaries way too far, as far as Katie was concerned.

"Come on Tom, let's swap places, I need a fucking piss. You do want it don't you?" Katie surprised herself by the use of obscene language in front of her dad. However, she couldn't have cared less.

"Yes luv, all over my face as well but only a little in my mouth. I can't do what you've just done, sorry."

"No worries Tom, it's your money I'll do whatever you want." Katie suddenly realised what she'd just said and hoped it didn't come across as bad as it sounded to her.

In actual fact, it came across even worse and Mike realised that his daughter was the dirty little whore he had started to fear, yet secretly hoped she was.

They swapped positions in the bath tub and Katie was relieved when she unleashed a torrent of urine all over her father. She sprayed him from head to toe and it was clear her client was enjoying it.

As far as Mike was concerned, taking a whore's piss like this, was one of life's little pleasures. He knew he would be as hard as nails when she'd finished. Hard enough to give this dirty little slut a good anal pounding!

For Katie, the whole process made her feel unusually dirty and disgusted. She never normally felt this way after pissing over a client. No, she usually enjoyed it as much as they did, but today-- no. In fact, doing it to her own father made her feel cheap and nasty. For the first time in her career she felt ashamed to be a prostitute.

Katie drained her bladder and was pleased it was all over. 'Now just need to take him up my arse and then the bastard can fuck off!' Katie's thoughts were filled with the anger that was growing inside her.

"So then, you want anal now, don't you, hun?" Katie immediately returned to whore mode, it was her way of dealing with the incestuous situation she was in.

"We have time for a little more play in here first, don't we?" Mike hadn't finished, he wanted to see how far he could degrade his daughter.

Katie knew what he wanted, she was good because she could read her clients well. She lunged forward and started licking her own urine from her dad's masculine frame, then kissed him, a deep, meaningful French kiss filled with a passion good prostitutes give to their clients. The ultimate GFE (girlfriend experience) was well within Katie's capabilities, and so was the PSE (porn star experience) this client seemed to prefer.

Then onto her knees, bending forward and sucking up piss from the pool gathered in the bottom of the bath. Looking up and directly at her dad, she squirted it out all over his chest. Mike was gobsmacked! This was so many times better than even he had ever imagined.

"You dirty fucker!" The verbal abuse from Mike was met with a grin this time.

Down she went again and sucked up another mouthful; this time, Mike looked on as he watched her swallow it. Her own piss this time.

"You are a filthy fuckin' piss slut, aren't you?"

The comment was greeted with another grin from Katie, and as if to prove a point, she bent down, sucked up some more and swallowed again. "Told you it's my speciality, your daughter's a piss whore, Dad!" Katie took great delight in spelling it out to him. She deliberately referred to him as 'Dad' this time, hoping to shock him into the reality of what they were doing.

"So, do you want a shower before you take my arse? If not, I'm happy to do it with you smelling of piss." Katie thought she was beyond caring anymore; she simply entered work mode and tried blocking out the fact she was having sex with her own dad!

That is, until Mike asked for more. "No, I'm okay going straight onto the bed if you are. First though, how about a good old rimming, you do both ways, don't you?"

That jolted Katie yet again. 'Fucking hell,' she thought to herself, 'he only wants me to lick his fucking arsehole! He wants me to lick my own dad's arse!' Katie soon tempered her rage, she had licked plenty of her clients' arses so why not her dad's. Their relationship had already sunk to new lows and she couldn't give a fuck anymore! Primal instincts had taken over, and she found herself looking forward to tasting her own father's arsehole!

"Come on then, Tom, on the bed it is; bumholes, here we come!"

They both giggled, got out of the bath and scampered to the bedroom, walking turning to running over the towels strategically placed on the floor. They both jumped onto the bed, still giggling like teenagers and launched themselves onto each other-- kissing, cuddling and groping.

Mike was fully erect by then and anticipating enjoying an anal feast. Katie had reprogrammed herself, and was ready to give her father the rimming and anal sex he had asked for. She still despised him for what he had chosen to pay her for, but she was hell-bent on giving him what he wanted. Deep down, she had one goal in mind-- to shock her father by letting him see what his once precious little girl had become capable of doing. If he wanted his arse rimmed, that was exactly what he was going to get... and more!

Mike wasted no time, he knew he had only booked an hour, and whilst he might be able to stretch that by five or maybe even ten minutes, he knew time was limited. He got up onto the bed and then positioned himself on all fours, his head buried in the sheets so that his arse presented itself to his prostitute lover.

Seeing her father presented to her in such a manner, shook Katie a little. Even being the seasoned prostitute she was, had its limits, and Mike was currently pushing her to new heights.

Determined to stay in work mode and knowing how much she enjoyed tasting a guy's arsehole, Katie went to work-- literally.

A hand placed strategically on each of his bum cheeks, parted them effortlessly. Katie stared directly at her father's bumhole, it was almost glistening and winking at her, inviting her in.

Mike felt her tongue, as it flicked across the opening to his anus. 'Dirty little fucker,' he said to himself. He couldn't hide his grin, but no one could see it, buried into the bed sheets as it was.

What proceeded confirmed Mike's first thoughts. 'Fucking hell, she IS one dirty fucker!' were more thoughts racing through his head.

Katie continued feasting on her dad's arsehole, as though she was searching for scraps, thinking it was her last meal... ever! Then she did something she would never do to a client, no matter how many times he would ask. Even prostitutes had some limits! She started inserting a finger into his anus. It was suitably lubed with her own saliva and slipped in effortlessly. It made her wonder if her dad had objects inserted in there on a regular basis.

Katie had only ever fingered one guy's arse before-- a boy she had fooled around with before she entered the profession she had come to practice. Katie decided long ago that boyfriends and prostitution were not a good mix; therefore, she remained single and unattached, and fully committed to her line of work.

As her finger eased its way in, past her client's pulsating anal sphincter, Mike's surprise was real and total!

"Is that your finger up there!" The surprise in Mike's voice was obvious.

"Yes, Tom. I fancy a little taste!"

Not even Katie, herself, was quite sure why she had decided to go this far. She was, however, hell-bent on shocking her dad and by his reaction, she knew she was succeeding.

Katie was not adverse to scat, although she was not a regular participant in the fetish. The site she advertised her services on did not allow 'hardsports' to be shown on her 'likes list'. She did, however, have private arrangements with two clients where she would shit on them. They seemed to get off on it, and Katie was only too happy to oblige. It paid extra and was a good little earner, especially as both clients were regulars. She never allowed any feces anywhere near her mouth, though; another limit she had personally set herself. Here, though, it was different; this client was family, she knew him well; or thought she did. She had become less sure, but even so, she felt she wanted to satisfy herself and treat herself to one dirty little indulgence.

She frigged his anus with her middle finger, pushing, probing, penetrating deeply until she could not go any further. She could feel some of her father's shit deep inside his rectum. She could just touch it with the tip of her finger. The act sent a tinge of excitement through her already aroused body.

Katie continued to probe and explore inside her father's rectum. She was determined to find the prize she seldom treated herself to. Eventually, she withdrew her finger, the grin on her face resulting from seeing brown smears of excrement covering the tip.

She showed her finger to Mike. "Would you like a taste, Tom?" she asked her client.

"No thanks, Katie, sorry, I mean Rosie."

Mike was clearly a little flustered and it caused Katie to smile a smile of satisfaction. 'There,' she thought to herself, 'you wanted a dirty bitch, now you've got one!'

"Don't mind if I do, Tom, do you?" Katie asked, but knowing she would ignore any answer that may have been forthcoming. As it turned out, there was no reply.

Mike was in shock. 'No, she's not going to,' were the thoughts running through his head and unable to express any spoken words himself.

"No? That's good, Tom, I'm looking forward to it." Katie was then revelling in this, she couldn't give a fuck about the consequences for their father-daughter relationship. No, that had already broken down.

She made sure her dad was watching when she put her finger into her mouth, and sucked it clean.

"Mmmm, delicious, Tom, another little delicacy I enjoy," she said, after removing her finger. A finger which was then perfectly clean. Mike could see it was clean as well. He didn't know what to say or do, he just thought what his daughter had done was disgusting.

He never expected this; if it was any other prostitute, he would have watched, without reservations, the dirty bitch do what this whore had just done. This wasn't just any prostitute, though; this one was his daughter and he was reeling from what he had just witnessed.

"So then, Tom, you wanted to rim me, didn't you? Ready now?" Katie knew she was finally back in charge, she could see her dad was shocked and flustered. She was past caring though. She did, in fact, wonder whether he would do it. Then she wondered if he would take her anally like he had requested when booking her. She smiled to herself again.

Mike was then having second thoughts, she was his daughter after all. By the time he was able to process his thoughts, Katie had positioned herself, with her arse exposed and staring straight back at Mike-- he was powerless to resist. His cock was calling the shots again, and this cock wanted to penetrate the anus that was being presented to him.

"I'm waiting for your tongue, Tom." Katie was teasing her client, she knew his head was in turmoil. 'I'll teach the bastard a lesson,' she said to herself.

Mike could resist no longer; after everything they had done together, he didn't think a bit of arse licking would make too much difference in the scheme of things. He was more than conscious, though, that he wanted to penetrate this whore's bumhole. He made up his mind-- rim her, then fuck her; to Mike, she was only a fucking whore! He decided she could be his daughter again the next day. This day, she was only worth fucking.

With the image of a brown-stained finger disappearing in his whore's mouth, he wondered how clean she was. Mike desperately wanted to lick her arse, but for the first time with a prostitute, he was concerned as to how well washed this dirty bitch was.

"Are you clean down there, Rosie?" Mike couldn't believe he had asked her that. He, more than most, should know that classy escorts, which was essentially what she was, prided themselves on cleanliness.

"Of course I am, Tom. I've prepared myself spotlessly for you, hun." Underneath the false exterior Katie was seething, she couldn't believe he had actually asked that.

"Yes, sorry, just making sure."

Mike then went in and didn't hold back. In truth, he enjoyed licking young women's bumholes. His tongue confirmed she was clean and so he gave her arse a good workout. Pushing and probing, trying to get in as far as he could. It wasn't far, but he enjoyed her nonetheless.

A few minutes later, the condom was being swiftly and expertly rolled down her client's erect penis and then covered in plenty of lube.

"I have opened myself up, Tom, but still go in carefully, will you, hun?" Katie gave out her instructions. "When you're in, luv, I'll be okay. I don't mind it hard and deep." Katie continued to inform her lover-for-an-hour, how she liked it. There was no hint in her voice that she was knowingly about to take her father's penis up her arse.

Mike had one last fleeting reservation about what he was about to do, but it was only fleeting. He had been looking forward to fucking this young tart up her arse all day. He wasn't then going to let the not-so-small matter of the tart in question being his own flesh and blood, then get in the way.

He guided the head of his cock to the anal opening being presented to him. He slipped in easier than he had expected and plunged straight in. Katie let out a gasp, but she took him without complaint. She had taken plenty of her clients anally.

Mike was a fit, middle-aged man in his forties, who had been blessed with a slightly larger-than-average penis. He also knew how to use it and prostitutes often complimented him on his sexual prowess, eagerly inviting him back after their time had finished. Mike knew the sentiments were genuine.

Katie learned firsthand three weeks ago of her father's sexual ability, and she had been torn between wanting him again and hoping her father would not put her in an impossible situation again. Selling herself to her dad just seemed a step too far.

The penis inside her anus and fucking her with an enthusiasm and ability she seldom experienced, told her that her father did not have the same reservations. With her head down and arse up, Katie started enjoying the fuck she was receiving; what was it about anal sex she enjoyed so much? She could never quite answer her own question, but simply accepted the fact she did.

The anal fuck was indeed hard, fast and deep, Mike was fully penetrating her, balls deep, and giving his daughter the pounding she enjoyed. Mike's staying ability was second to none and Katie's arse was being well and truly fucked.

'If he doesn't cum soon, we'll be way over time,' were her thoughts, but did she care? 'Not one bit when a fuck is this good!' Eventually, she sensed that her client had ejaculated into 'the bag' and her enjoyment would soon be coming to an end.

As Mike pulled out of his paid-for-fuck toy and collapsed on the bed exhausted; Katie swung round, lay next to him and gave her dad a kiss filled with genuine passion. Just for a moment, and in the afterglow of sex, her increasing level of hatred towards her father dissipated, although it would only be temporary. He had paid for a prostitute after all, and Katie felt compelled to give this client the same treatment she gave all her clients. After all was said and done, that was the reason her reputation on 'the circuit' was getting noticed amongst other punters.

With the deed then completed, Katie took the condom off her dad's cock, put it to one side and handed him a packet of wet wipes. 'The bastard can clean himself up!' she thought to herself.

A few minutes later, Mike was dressed and ready to leave. By the front door, Katie took him in her arms, and gave him a parting kiss-- the same kiss she would give to all her clients as they left. She would usually follow it up with a 'see you soon, I hope', but this time, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Thank you, Rosie," said her dad. "You're a damn good fuck, darlin', can't wait until next time!"

"Goodbye Tom," was all she could say.

As she closed the door behind him, her anger grew to the boiling point. 'The fucking bastard! How could he do that to me, his own fucking daughter!' If she had said it out loud, she would have turned the air blue!

She peered out of the window and watched her dad walk across to the car park-- she hated him, despised him. It wasn't the fact that he used prostitutes-- no, that didn't bother her at all. It was the fact that SHE was the prostitute he had chosen to fuck. She knew she needed to stop this madness, but she also knew that he gave her good sex! But the damage had been done, after all; she would never have the same respect for her father that she used to have. 'Fuck it,' she thought, 'if he wants more sex, then what the hell'; she was past caring!

Katie wasn't the only one who had become emotionally affected by her dad's actions. Mike, himself, couldn't get EnglishRosie out of his head. He had become sexually obsessed with his own daughter. There were none of the strained emotions Katie was battling with, though-- no, Mike wanted a next time and a time after that as well. EnglishRosie had definitely become his go-to fuck.

He thought about her 24-seven, noon and night; his obsession grew and grew. He didn't know it, but his obsession had caused him to call out EnglishRosie's name in his sleep... in the bed he shared with his wife!