Whore Daughter

Keith Stevens was taking advantage of the fact his wife was out of the country for a week by spending his Saturday afternoon, not endlessly shopping but by arranging to visit an adult ‘escort’. He had been with whores before when Margaret was away, she really wasn’t that interested in sex now, not after twenty four years of marriage and three grown up kids. He was though so took the rare opportunities to enjoy himself without her knowing. This time when he logged on the site he had a particular preference and scanned the lists for girls in the city that were much younger than his 49.

There was just something about the listing for Carmen, 19 that instantly stuck him. Maybe it was the fabulous picture of her large bust supported in a pink bra (like many of the workers on the site there was no picture of her face) or maybe it was the wide and extensive range of toys, services and outfits she indicated she had. Whatever it was Keith emailed her on the Wednesday to arrange a session on the Saturday afternoon and indicated that he would want her in her “naughty schoolgirl uniform”. After a days wait Carmen responded by giving him details of a flat in town and her rates, she asked exactly what he was looking for so he replied through his ‘secret’ email address.

“An hour session of me sexually dominating you. Not harshly just me being in control and you playing the part of obedient teenager. I will want to spank you for being naughty then I will want oral and anal sex”

Carmen replied that she offered all those services and more and would be glad to see ‘Tom’ (the name he used on these types of encounters in the past on Saturday. When Saturday did arrive he drove to the address given him. It was in a part of town he didn’t spend much time in on account it was pretty run down, but it wasn’t the worst. He found the flat and climbed three flights of stairs and after ringing the doorbell marked ‘Wilson’ he stood in front of the door in a state of nervous anticipation.

When the door swung inwards he nearly fell over in shock as standing before him, dressed in tied up blouse, school tie, tiny tartan skirt, white socks and pumps with her blonde hair in pigtails was his very own youngest daughter Carly. Carly too, recoiled and for the longest moment they stood on either side of the threshold staring at each other and taking in what this all meant. Finally, breaking the silence the teenager moved back and her father came into the apartment. Without a word she moved into the kitchen of the apartment and spoke with the other girl that was in. There were six of them, all students, who rented this apartment and made some nice money to aid their studies by selling sex. They always tried to have another girl in the flat when there was a client. Carly didn’t go into reasons but asked Judith, a big busted black girl, to go out and that she would be fine for the next couple of hours. Judith was unsure but did as Carly asked, leaving father and daughter to face some uncomfortable truths as she left.

Carly was the youngest of Keith’s daughters and had always been the wildest, always in some kind of trouble it had seemed growing up. But she was intelligent and was doing a good University course and he thought she was maturing, staying in Halls of Residence on the other side of town. Standing in the corridor just feet apart Keith questioned his daughter.

“Carly! What the hell is this? You’re a prostitute? What on earth are you think…”

“Dad! You needn’t get so fucking high and mighty! Does Mum know you visit escorts ‘Tom’?”

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