Chapter 1: Growing Older

I’ve noticed that as I’m getting older, and especially during the past six months or so, my dad has been more wanting to do things with me that involve other people. Before I was a teenager he let me wear clothes that were quite suggestive but then people just passed me off as a little girl and nobody seemed to really care how he held me or if I sat on his lap.

As I started to develop as a teenager I enjoyed wearing even skimpier clothes but my dad became more cautious with me in public, although at home he was still as loving and affectionate as ever. By the time I was sixteen or so it was total hands-off in public which was ironic since that was the same age at which he started having sex with me at home.

Now here I was, halfway through college and starting to get more involved with older men, and it was if he wanted to be included in that part of my life in some way as well. Given his position and my career aspirations we knew we could never go public with our relationship but he worked out the next best thing - having sex where the other people involved didn’t know I was his daughter.

In addition to these changes, there were other signs that as I grew older my parents were becoming a little less rigid with other rules. Last Christmas my dad broke bent one of the most solid rules that he and mom had agreed upon when he had sex with Beth, my best friend. Until then my parents had been married over twenty years and neither one of them had ever sex with anyone outside their immediate families. They had always taught me that sex outside of marriage was adultery and thus a betrayal of your wedding vows, even if your spouse was OK with it. So when my dad did Beth right in front of me in our hot tub, fucking my best friend in the whole world, I was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions.Overall I have to say that I was turned on, just as I am anytime I see my dad fucking someone. To see him doing my closest friend was incredibly hot. He and my mom rationalized it at the time by saying Beth was like another daughter to them having known her since she was born and me being so close to her. At the same time though it wasn’t the same in that she wasn’t really part of our family so I could not tell her that I had been having sex with my dad since I was sixteen. Thus while I got to watch him fucking her, she never witnessed anything sexual between us. Sure, not many fathers are naked with their daughters in a hot tub so that had to be a bit of an eye-opener for her, but that wasn’t nearly the same as him having sex with me.

After that experience I wondered if now that the door had now been opened whether he (or my mom) would have sex with anyone else outside our family. Although I didn’t know of anyone off-hand, I did notice that my dad seemed to take a particular interest when I started working as an escort.

At first I thought it was just fatherly concern since I knew he was worried about my personal safety, something he had always looked after for me. In talking to my mom though, I learned that he was tremendously horny after I would phone and tell him about my latest client. Mom even laughed when she told me that she loved it whenever I went out since she knew she was in for some great sex when I reported in afterwards!

It wasn’t until almost the end of my sophomore year of college, though, that I learned just how far my father would go when it came to doing things with me. At the time he had some important clients in town who had quite a taste for women and it was up to my Dad as the senior partner to entertain them. He knew what their real intentions were regarding nightly entertainment. The problem he faced was that if he was with them they would expect that he would be involved so he was hesitant about hiring just any old hookers from the street. Instead I got a surprise phone call asking if I wanted to come home for the weekend to help him out at work.