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Note : This story is completely fictional!
Jack knew he had a problem. The thoughts he was thinking were wrong. But he couldn’t stop thinking about them. Here he was in California, on an important business trip, and all he could think about was last week. Last week when he had accidentally walked in on his Sarah when she was changing out of her swimsuit and was completely naked. She was beautiful. Her body was perfect. Long legs, curved hips, a nipped in waist and gorgeous perfect tits. Tits that were round and high and would overflow his hands. Tits that made him want to touch, squeeze, and lick. God, he was a pervert and he knew it. That was his daughter he was thinking about. They had such a good relationship. He loved her more than anything in the world. He had dedicated his life to making a good life for her especially since her mother had died when she was just a baby. He didn’t date much. He traveled a lot so there was the occasional pick up at a bar or sometimes he’d hire a girl from an escort service. That’s probably what was wrong. He just hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks and he needed some.
He pulled a card out of his wallet and called a number he had called before. When the husky voice answered on the other end asking what they could do for, he gave the answer he always gave, “I’m out here alone on a business trip and I’d like some company tonight.” He identified himself by his customer number and waited.
“Alright Mr. Gannon. Any special requests?” the husky voice with no name asked.
Every other time he had used this service he had answered that question simply by saying, “surprise me.” He knew all the girls were beautiful and he kind of liked the mystery of not knowing who was going to walk through the door. Tonight, almost before he knew what he was doing he said, “Do you have someone who looks young with long blonde hair?”
“Absolutely…there are a couple of choices…would you like someone petite or tall?
“Tallish…about 5’7”…about 36-25-37….”
“We have just the girl…let me check the appointment book and see if she’s available…one moment…no problem, she’s not booked tonight…her name is—
Jack cut her off. “I don’t want to know her real name….when she gets here I want her to introduce herself as Sarah…”
“Certainly, Mr. Gannon…that’s no problem.”
Jack gave her his hotel and room number and a time he’d like the girl to arrive, all the while thinking about what a complete pervert he must be turning into.
“OK, Mr. Gannon, everything is set. Sarah will be at your hotel room by nine o’clock…is there anything else?”
“No…wait…yes…” A picture of his daughter filled Jack’s head. “If she has a denim mini skirt and a crop top, preferably pink…it would be great if she could wear that.”
“And…?”
“And what?” Jack asked.
“Are you sure that’s all you need Mr. Gannon…?”
“Yes…wait…no…” In for a penny in for a pound he thought to himself. It’s not like he was going to shock husky voice on the other end of the phone. He was sure there was nothing that she hadn’t heard in her line of work. “Tell me how much this is going to cost. I’ll have an envelope ready on the table by the door so we don’t have to discuss money at all. And…”
“Yes, Mr. Gannon?”
“Ask her to call me Daddy…”
“An active fantasy life is a wonderful thing, Mr. Gannon. It will all be arranged.”
“Thanks…” he said and hung up the phone, wondering what had gotten into him.
At nine o’clock the phone rang. The desk clerk said, “There’s a young lady here to see you sir, your daughter, Sarah.”
Jack’s heart skipped a beat. Sarah was here when he was expecting a hooker?! Then his brain kicked back in. Of course, it was the call girl, playing her role. Sarah was safely tucked in bed back in Chicago.
“Send her up…”
“Yes sir.”
The money was in an envelope on the table by the door, with a generous tip included. He knew the kind of service he got from this escort service and he assumed a nice tip would be in order.
There was a knock at the door. Jack was nervous but he went an opened it anyway.
“Oh, Daddy. It’s so good to see you,” the girl said as she move to embrace him. She hugged him like Sarah hugged him. Girlish and sweet. He felt her tits pressed up against his chest. He let his hands slide down her back. She felt good.
She pulled back to look at him. He was glad that he had dimmed the lights. Not that she wasn’t pretty, she was quite pretty. It’s just that in the dimmer lights it was easier to look at her and see his Sarah.
“How’s your trip going? Are you getting all your business done?”
“Yes…it’s all going very well.”
“I’m so glad we can be together tonight, Daddy. I hate it when you’re gone.”
“I hate it too, baby.”
“You seem all tense, Daddy. Would it help if I rubbed your shoulders? I bet you’d like that.”
“That would be nice, Sarah.”
He crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched her slip her shoes off and walk towards him. In her denim skirt and pink crop top, and her long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders, she looked so much like Sarah.
She crawled up on the bed behind him and started massaging his shoulders. She had strong hands and it really did feel relaxing. Especially the way her tits kept brushing against his back. She rubbed his shoulders for a few minutes and then said, “Daddy, I think this would feel better if you took your shirt off.”
“OK, baby,” he said as he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me do it, Daddy. I love to take care of you,” she said leaning up against his back and reaching around to undo the buttons of his shirt, her hands tickling down his body getting closer and closer to his belt. His cock was getting harder by the second. When she reached the last button at his waist, she started to pull his shirttail out his pants, but it seemed to be hard to do.
“I’d better loosen your belt and your pants so I can pull the shirt out.” She reached down and around him, her round breasts practically burning him wherever they pressed against his body. His belt was undone in seconds as well as the button and first inch of two of the zipper on the fly of his pants. As she did this the back of her hand ‘accidentally’ brushed across the top of the ridge in his pants and a small groan escaped his lips. She pulled the shirt down and off his shoulders now that it was free and started trailing her warm hands all over his back and around the front to his chest.
“I think your front is as tense as your back was, Daddy.” She scooted out of his way as she made him lie back on the bed. Before he knew it, she was straddling him, the miniskirt, sliding high on her thighs, a glimpse of black panties visible above the shoved up hem. The feel of her mons pressed down on his cock was wonderful. Her hands started to work on the front of his shoulders and his arms as she leaned over him, her beautiful breasts, young and pert, free of the encumbrance of a bra, swaying over him in her short little top as she massaged his chest.
“Oh, Daddy. You have such a beautiful chest. I bet all the women you date love your body so much.”
“Honey, you know I don’t date that much because I’m too busy taking care of you. Not that I mind. I love you and I always want you to come first.”
“But Daddy, don’t all men need to spend time with women sometimes. I heard that if they don’t they can get uncomfortable.” As she spoke, her hands worked her magic, and she almost imperceptibly pressed her pussy down harder on to his cock.
“Yes, baby, men need women sometimes. “In fact,” he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her tight down against his cock, "What you feel there is the fact that I’m needing a woman now, baby so you need to get off of me. Daughters aren’t suppose to make Daddies feel that way.”
“But Daddy, what if the daughter loves her daddy very much and wants to make him feel that way?” She slid off of him, but lay on her side over him, with her hand resting gently on his chest.
“It’s still not right. Daddies aren’t supposed to love their daughters that way. Their suppose to find women to take care of their needs so they don’t think about their daughters, don’t think about touching them, and licking them and kissing them all over.”
He heard his ‘Sarah’ gasp. He smiled a little inside, thinking she was getting into the game as much as he was.
“I could be a woman for you, Daddy. I already have a woman’s body. Let me show you. I’m all grown up.”
She crawled off the bed and stripped off the crop top, her beautiful breasts bouncing as the shirt pulled up over her head. Next she released the button at the waist of her skirt and shimmied it down off her hips. She stepped out of her skirt and was standing there in only her black lace thong. Jack’s cock was hard and aching. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of her thong but before she could pull it down he said, “Leave that on for now. You look very sexy.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she purred. ‘I told you I could be a woman for you. Can I take your pants off and see your man thing.”
“My cock, baby. Call it my cock.”
“Daddy…I would really love to see your cock. I would love to take care of your cock. Do you think I could do that?”
“Yes, baby…yes. You can take care of my cock.”
In a split second her hands were at the waist of his pants, pulling down his pants and shorts all at once. His cock sprung up from the pants. She gasped again, this time at the size. It was at least eight inches long and nice and thick. She thought to herself that sometimes work was an awful lot of fun.
“Your cock is beautiful, Daddy. I really want to touch it. Can I touch it, Daddy?”
“Yes, Sarah…yes… you can touch it.”
She reached for his cock, being careful to handle it like an innocent but eager girl would. When she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed a little bit he groaned again.
“Show me what to do, Daddy. Show me what you want.”
He put his hand on top of hers and showed her how to stroke it. He had almost forgotten that she was a seasoned professional. She was playing her part so well that he almost felt like it was Sarah’s hand around his cock. At that thought, he groaned again.
“That’s good, baby…that’s really nice…”
“Daddy?” she said after a few more strokes.
“Yes, baby.” His words were sounding a little raspier now as he was breathing harder.
“Do women ever kiss a man’s cock?”
“Sometimes, sweetie, but only if they want to.”
“I think I might want to, Daddy.” And she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock.
He almost came off the bed. “Oh…Sarah…that feels so good…do it again, please…”
She leaned down and pressed a couple more kisses around the crown of his cock which was throbbing in her hand.
“Sarah…”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Will you take it in your mouth?”
‘Would you like that, Daddy?”
‘God, yes!”
“OK then.” She opened her mouth and gently slid her lips down his cock, swirling her tongue all the way down then making a hard sucking motion as her mouth slid back up her cock. This time his groan sounded like it started in his balls and ripped up through his chest.
She eased her lips off the end of his cock and pushed it up against his hard, flat belly as she kissed and nibbled down the underside. She wanted to taste his balls. To lick them. She didn’t even care about the part she was supposed to be playing anymore. She was just excited about this man’s cock, about this man’s balls.
When she got to his balls she felt the full, hard pouch and stroked it with her tongue. He was breathing like a steam engine now and muttering things like “Oh, Sarah…that’s so good… yes baby…yes…love me with your mouth…” And she loved the encouragement.
After she licked and sucked his balls she nibbled her way back up his cock and swirled her tongue and lips around the crown, just taking it a little ways into her mouth each time, teasing him, torturing him in the best possible way.
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