My career as an escort was a secret, hidden from prying eyes and wagging tongues. I had to be discrete, for if word ever got out, my father would be devastated. He had no idea the naughty vixen his darling daughter had become. Little did I know, fate was about to throw us together in the most intimate way imaginable.
It began like any other evening. I freshened up, slipped into a skimpy lingerie set, and waited for my next client to arrive. The doorbell chimed and I sauntered over, opening it with a seductive smile. “Well hello there, handsome,” I purred. Then my eyes widened in horror. Standing on my doorstep was my own father, a look of shock and confusion on his face.
“Ebony? What are you doing here?” he asked, jaw agape.
I quickly shoved him inside and shut the door. “Dad, I can explain…” But before I could get a word out, he had me pinned against the wall, his lips crushing mine. I knew I should push him away, but the taboo thrill was too much to resist. His hands roamed my body as I surrendered to his kiss.
In a daze, we stumbled to the bedroom, clothes tearing in our passion-fueled frenzy. Soon I was naked before him, a vision of pale flesh and creamy curves. He lavished attention on my ample breasts, suckling and kneading until I cried out in ecstasy. I yanked down his pants, freeing his rigid manhood. Wrapping my fingers around it, I pumped with expert skill.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged wantonly. “Ram your cock in me and make me scream.”
He obliged with gusto, slamming home and setting a furious pace. The smack of skin on skin filled the room as he pounded into my sopping wet heat. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails raking his back. He was in me to the hilt, each thrust striking that sweet spot inside. Pleasure crested and I came with a shriek, convulsing on his pistoning length. He followed soon after, erupting deep with a guttural groan.
There was a moment of awkwardness as we untangled ourselves. Then my father glanced at me with a wicked smirk. “You know, you’re the best escort I’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “Thanks Dad. You’re not so bad yourself.”
And so began our twisted sexual affair, hidden from the world. Every week he would hire me, eager to sample his daughter’s forbidden fruit. I was both thrilled and terrified of being discovered. But the naughty rush overcame my reservations.
Now when he looks at me with fatherly pride, I just smile knowingly. If only he knew the depth of our depravity… But that was our delicious secret.
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