Not a Mistaken Identity
Missy, as they called her here, did not love her new job, but she did not mind it. The whorehouse was well protected, they had a warning system in place, so the chances of getting busted were low. Not only that, but the pay was pretty good. For the first time in her life, Belinda, her real name, could pay her bills on time and make plans for the future. The only thing she had to do was fuck strangers five or six times a day, sometimes more. She didn't mind, and sometimes she even enjoyed the sex.
Stephen had been here one other time. He was a Truck Driver after years of cross country trips he had finally found a local job doing short halls. Stephen's wife recently passed away and his three kids had moved out. He was often lonely, and oft times horny. The last time he had been to this place the girl did not impress him, but at least he did get his rocks off. Of course he wore a condom. Just being careful. He paid the guy at the front, after giving him the code word which let them know he was an excepted customer. They told him room seven, handed him a packet of condoms and a card that simply said
"Full two hours." Stephen was so ready, his cock hard as he walked back to the room.
Hopefully this one is better looking, or at least a better fuck
, he thought to himself.
Missy took one more look in the mirror at herself. Missy was tall, most guys liked them tall, just a couple of inches short of six feet. Her body was her greatest asset in this line of work. Sexy long legs, a heart shaped ass, and breasts that barely fit into the size 35D bra she was
not
wearing. The owner, her boss, fucked her on a regular basis, he told her she was his prize girl. She knew she was not as pretty as some, but she is also not a dog. She wore less make-up then most, for she really did not have to. Missy has striking green eyes that no one could see in the low level lighting of the room she regularly used. Her boss always told her how sexy her eyes were.
Her first client had not arrived, and Missy was a bit antsy. In truth, she hoped he had a decent sized cock, or was at least good at using the package he had. Missy was so ready to be fucked today.
With my luck it will be a guy carrying a blow job
card, she thought to herself. Oh, she did not mind blow jobs, they just did not pay as well. Good news was they only got a half hour, so if the place was busy, she might make a decent amount today. Some days she cleaned up, some days not so much. But, still, she made better money then when she was a waitress.
Stephen came to door seven and was happy he had paid for two hours. He liked to take his time, enjoy his time here. If this one was hot, he could request her by name and hope she was available. The monster at the desk said her name was Missy. Monster because he was like seven feet tall. For a moment he thought of his daughter, she could be the age of some of these girls. But his libido got the better of him and he opened the door.
One thing he hated about this place was that they kept the rooms so dark. As he walked in, he saw the silhouette of a woman on a small bed, but could not make out very much detail about her in the overly dark space. "H-hm," he cleared his throat as he stood just inside the door, letting his eyes adjust to the low light.
Finally he walked across the room and the girl/woman said, "Nervous? Nothing to be nervous about."
That voice. He knew that voice. God, could it be? Moving in close, he sat on the bed next to her, and sure enough. It was his own daughter, Belinda. Working in a whorehouse! "Oh my God, Belinda, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Dad? Is that you? H-how did you find me? I told no one about this place."
He suddenly realized that she thought he had just hunted her down and through some miracle, found her in this place. As far as he knew, she was still a waitress. "Uh, uhm. I, well..."
His daughter started to laugh. He knew how smart she was, so of course his hemming and hawing told her all she needed to know. "You came here to fuck some girl? Now that is hilarious dad. All your judgey comments over the years, and here you are in a whorehouse." Being very disrespectful, she lay back on the bed, stretching out, and he could see she was naked. "So, mister," she said sarcasm dripping with her words, "You like what you see? You wanna fuck me?"
He blushed with anger. His cock was still hard, and he knew he could not leave right away. Afraid of what questions might come up. There was not a single chair in the room, so all he could do was slide down the bed away from her. "You, you..., I mean..." He had not the foggiest idea what to say. More then embarrassed, he was turned on by seeing his daughter naked.
Again she laughed. "And here, Da-ad," more sarcasm, "I am Missy here. Don't use my real name please."
He stared at her, his eyes adjusting now, and his cock was as rigid as it had been since her mom died. She looked a lot like her mom, except taller and with bigger breasts. He suddenly noticed her nipples were hard, and they were not, he was fairly certain, when he sat down. God, she was hot. How could he think about his daughter this way?
She just lay there, and her hands suddenly found her breasts. She was playing with them, maybe subconsciously, maybe to tease him. He did not know. But suddenly he knew one thing. One thing he could not believe. He was going to fuck his nineteen year old daughter. He also knew she could not stop him.
At six feet two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he was in incredible shape for a forty-five year old man. Dark hair, and green eyes just like his daughter, they used to call men who looked like him "Black Irish." He also knew how strong he was, that he had always done heavy work. She would not be able to stop him, and what the hell? She wanted to be a whore, might as well fuck her. Yes, he was angry, and he was horny. As these thoughts crossed his mind, he stood up and slipping out of his shoes, took of his pants.
"Dad, what the hell are you doing?"
Not saying a word, his jacket and shirt suddenly thrown across the room, he pulled down his underwear and his rigid member popped into view. Shocked, unsure of what to say, in honest she was impressed by the size of his hard cock. She had never seen it like that, and suddenly she realize that that rigid member was for her. Her dad was turned on by her. "D-Daddy, what are you thinking?" She did not move still lay back, and suddenly, quicker then she knew he could move, he was on top of her. "Daddy, know, this is wrong."