One day while trying to figure out what I was going to do for money over summer vacation, I was reading an alternative newspaper and saw this ad for an escort agency that wanted college girls for their wealthy clients. The owner of the agency took one look at me—I have long black hair and big brown eyes, stand about 5’8” tall, and my measurements are 38C-23-35—and hired me on the spot. While he was taking my photos for their web page, he said that I was going to make a fortune.
As for the men, of course there were a few jerks, but most of the guys were nice. They were just starved for young pussy. And I mean that literally. I don’t know how many times I had my pussy eaten that summer. I sometimes wondered why some of these men even bothered with hiring a girl. I mean a lot of them—not all—were good-looking, had money, conducted themselves like gentlemen and were good in bed. What more could a girl want? So I asked Harry, my favorite customer, about it one day.
Harry laughed. “You’re right, baby. I can get plenty of girls, but think about it. I’m 43-yrs-old and you’re nineteen. It’s going to be damn hard, even for me, to get someone like you.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I said.
At the time he was kneeling between my legs, getting ready to fuck me. He lifted my legs and hooked them over his shoulders. “Open it up for me,” he said in a husky voice. I spread the lips of my pussy open. “What a cute little pussy hole,” Harry said.
He placed the tip of his big dick at the opening and began working it in. As always, it took a little while to get it all the way in, but once he had bottomed out, he started fucking me silly. I just can’t get enough of his big dick. With men, I’m usually the one in control, but for some reason Harry can get me to do almost anything he wants. I’m putty in his hands—as you will soon see.
I quit my job when school started back up. The only person I gave my phone number to was Harry, for two reasons. First, as I said, I really like the way he fucks me; and second, he sometimes sets me up with some of his friends, making sure I have enough money for all the things a girl needs. A couple of weeks ago, I was in my room studying for a test when my cell phone rang.
“I need to see you tomorrow,” Harry said.
“What time tomorrow?” I said.
“About 4:00. By the way, there’s going to be two of us.”
“Two? Harry, I don’t know about that.”
“C’mon, baby. This is important to me. I’ve got the purchasing manager of a big account I’ve been trying to land coming into town. When I told him how old you were, he practically started foaming at the mouth.”
“Well, all right. But it’s going to cost you big time, Harry.”
See, I told you he could get me to do almost anything. But to tell the truth it really wasn’t all that difficult because, as Harry well knew, my favorite fantasy has always been two guys. I mean, whenever I think about two sets of hands and two mouths doing things to me, and two cocks to play with, I get all creamy inside.
So by the next day I was really anticipating my visit to Harry’s apartment, and I took a great deal of care getting ready. First, I soaked in a bubble bath for a long time, and then I put on my sexiest lingerie, a sheer, see-through white bikini set. For clothes, I chose a real slut-girl outfit, a slip dress—you know, one of those new dresses that looks like a slip—that just barely fell to my mid-thighs. If I bend over I while I’m wearing it, you can see my panties. And I intended to do a lot of bending because if there’s one thing I like almost as much as fucking, it’s teasing.
By the time I arrived at his apartment, my pussy was already a little damp, and I was really into the idea of a threesome. I remember thinking that it would be great if Harry’s friend were as good in bed as him, or even almost as good. I rang the bell, and Harry answered. “C’mon in, Jen,” he said, kissing my cheek. He whistled and then said, “God, you look hot today. See, Sid? I told you she was beautiful. Turn around, baby, so Sid can get a good look at you.”
As I started to do a spin, I took a look at the man sitting on the end of the couch. And my mouth about hit the floor—the man sitting there, sipping at a glass of whiskey, was my father! “Sid,” Harry said, “This is Jennifer. Not only is she beautiful but she’s a straight A student in pre-law here at the university.”
My father practically choked on his drink but he managed to regain his composure. “Hi, Jen. Nice to meet you.” No hint that he knew me.
So I played it the same way. “Nice to meet you, too, Sid.” Drawing out the name. I sat down in the chair opposite the couch where they were both sitting.
“Here, Sid,” Harry said, taking Daddy’s glass. “Let me freshen that up for you. What about you, Jen, white wine, right?”
As soon as he walked out of the room, Daddy said, with a controlled fury. “What the hell, young lady. All the money I’m paying to send you here and this is how you spend your time? Not a word to Harry, not one, about who you are. I’m leaving here as soon as I gracefully can, and I expect to hear from you before the night’s over. I want to know what the hell you think you’re up to ….”
“… Me?” I answered, a little mad at the way he was acting, all holier than thou. “What about you, Daddy? What are you doing here? You really don’t have much room to talk ….”
Just then Harry came back into the room, carrying a tray with an ice bucket and a couple of bottles on it. “Here you go, Jen,” he said, pouring me a glass of wine. He sat back down on the sofa. “Serve yourself,” he said to Daddy, who splashed a good quantity of scotch into his glass, lifted it to his mouth, and downed it in one gulp. He poured himself another one, added a little soda, and then settled back in his seat and sipped at it slowly.
“Why so glum, you two?” Harry said after a few minutes. “I thought we were supposed to be having a little party here.” He got up and walked around behind my chair. “I guess it’s up to old Harry to get things loosened up.” With that he pushed the straps holding up my dress out of the way so that my dress fell to my waist. His hands then cupped my breasts. “Nice, aren’t they?” he said to Daddy. He hefted them in his hands as if he were weighing them. “Nice and big.”
His fingers went to my nipples and began gently teasing them. Since I was still a little mad at Daddy for his attitude, I stuck my chest out so Harry could feel them through my bra. “Here, let’s have a good look,” Harry said and unsnapped my bra and pulled it out of the way.
“Please don’t do that, Harry,” I said, covering my breasts with my hands. I hadn’t intended to go that far while Daddy was still there. He brushed my hands aside, taking charge of me like always. “Have you ever seen better tits than these?” He asked my father.
As Harry’s knowing fingers went back to work, my father took another big drink and shook his head, No, No. In spite of my father watching—or maybe because of it—my nipples were soon as hard as rocks, and I could feel the pleasure spreading through my body. I looked over at my father, willing him to leave, to get out of there before Harry made me go all crazy. But all of a sudden it looked as if Daddy were glued to his seat and not about to go anywhere. Then I noticed that he had a bulge in the front of his Dockers that was growing by the second. Knowing that my father was excited by seeing his own daughter’s boobs, by seeing someone playing with them, turned me on even more, and I moaned in pleasure.
“That’s better,” Harry said, kissing the back of my neck, not taking his fingers off my breasts. He came around to the side of the chair and bent to kiss me. I opened my mouth and his tongue slid inside. While we were kissing, one of his hands went to the hem of my dress and pulled it up to my waist. “Scoot forward a little, so Sid can get a nice look,” he said. I was powerless to resist, so excited I could hardly breathe. I edged forward so that I was half-lying, half-sitting on the edge of the chair. My crotch was completely exposed to Daddy’s gaze..
Harry made a remark about my “cute little panties” and then said, “Show Sid your pussy, baby.”
