Finding Out More Plus a Lesson in Anal

I woke to find myself spooning someone. She was warm and smooth and ... then it all rushed back to me ... she was my own daughter. I grew hard behind her and as I was stirring, so was she. I reached around her and found her pussy, and I used my fingers to stimulate her. If this had all been a one-off, a terrible mistake, this would be when she’d let me know.

But she didn’t move away, or tell me to stop. She moaned and wriggled so I guided my cock into her pussy from behind and slowly fucked her. It was a very erotic act and it felt more like love, rather than just lust, though in truth it was a bit of both. I found Kimmy very easy to turn on and her orgasm came easily. In that, she was very like her Mum. The pervert in me even wondered if it was the same with her older sister!

I came inside her and we cuddled. It was a Sunday morning, so no need to get up properly, but I went downstairs to put on some coffee for us. Whilst waiting for it to brew, I knew I wanted to know a bit more about the sex work.

I got back to my bed and could see the outline of Kimmy’s body under the sheets. I felt my cock stir once more / it was like regressing back to my teenage years, and they were long past! We both sat up in bed, drinking the coffee and just chatting as we would normally do, but not normally naked in the same bed after just fucking each other. I wanted to know about the sex work but not make her think I was criticising her.

“So, can we talk about your sex work? I’m not criticising you at all or cross, I’m just curious”

“I didn’t think you were cross after I found out I blew you and you fucked me last night, Dad! “. She had a point! “What do you want to know?”

“When did you start?” I expected her to say a few months ago, after she lost her job in the bar.

“About 2 years ago”

“But ... but you were still at school then?”

“I was never going to go to Uni, like Sandra, so I did what I needed to do in the mornings and after school finished at lunch time, I’d work. Mum was always away with her boyfriend, and hadn’t moved out, and you were under so much stress, I just did my own thing”

I found myself spluttering words like ‘what’, ‘how’ and ‘who’.

“I was on the tram, sitting next to this woman who was on her phone. She was browsing a website and there were nude pictures on it. She caught me staring and we got chatting. She told me she met guys to fuck for money and she was making a tonne of money. We reached her stop and I got off to go for a coffee with her as I was so interested.”

“I had no idea. Not any inkling!”

“Anyway, she showed me this dating site, but showed me that not everything was quite what it seemed. There were ordinary single people looking for other ordinary single people, but there were also single women looking for anyone for sex for money. You just needed to understand the code words.” “code words?”

“Well, there’s lots but like talking about your time being precious, that age is just a number, the more the merrier and things like that. You get contacted by guys and you take it from there. I’d get some serious replies from guys looking for a girlfriend, but I’d get others who also used code words, like being generous with their time, like enjoying the young-at-heart, like having lots of friends they’d like me to meet. It’s all a bit ‘reading between the lines’ until suddenly it all clicks together and you can be open about the whole thing. The dating sites hate this, so you get your account shut down frequently when they notice it, so girls like me use random numbers after our nickname, so you only have to change the random numbers at the end each time you have to sign up for a new account. The first bit stays the same. You build up a reputation and guys tell guys about you.” “Did you bring them here, or go to their homes?”

“No, never here. Usually cheap hotels, especially the automated room hotels out towards the Belgian border.”

“Automated?”

“Yes, you pay for the room on a machine, get a key card, but there’s no reception. It’s really anonymous if you pay the machine in notes, rather than with a bank card.”

“Never been to one”

“Well, they’re not exactly the best places to stay, but they’re clean enough”

“And this woman you met, she taught you all this? She’s your boss?”

“No, I only met her the once. She just gave me the start. It seemed harmless, I mean, it’s my body and if someone wants to pay me to fuck them, it seemed easy.”

“What was your first time like?”

“He was an older guy – most of them are – who told me his wife isn’t interested in sex, so he sees whores and prefers younger. He reminded me of Grandad. He told me he had granddaughters older than me! That time, it was in big hotel by the motorway junction. I arranged to meet him at a cafe in the centre of town. I liked him and I felt safe, so we went to the hotel. I thought people would be looking at me, but nobody cared. It’s a busy hotel, lots of rooms, lots of people coming and going. Anyway we went up to this room. He wanted to take a bath with me, and that was fun. Before the bath, he’d taken a little blue pill – that was the first time I came across Viagra. So we get out of the bath, and I’m drying him with a towel and his erection is impressive. I kneeled in front of him, and sucked his cock. It was a dark purple at the end and much bigger than most of my boyfriends up till then.”

“Boyfriends? Plural? I thought you’d just had Karl?”

“God no. He wasn’t even the first. I’d had lots of boys by then.”

I shook my head in disbelief. It seemed I’d missed a lot of my daughter’s life up till then, or hadn’t noticed it.

“OK. Go on...”

“So, he started fucking my face, in and out, and it was a little painful on some of the in strokes, but he was paying, so I let him do it. When he came, my mouth was full of his cum. It was much saltier than some, I thought, but I opened my mouth to him, showed me rolling his cum around my mouth, then I swallowed it.”

“We moved into the bedroom. His erection wasn’t hard any more, but it wasn’t completely soft either. He asked me if I’d masturbate for him.”

“You masturbate? “ It was a stupid question, and I regretted asking it. But not after I heard the answer!

“Yes, Sandra showed me how when my periods started.”

I was getting hard again.

“After I masturbated for him, and had an orgasm in front of him, he was hard again. So we fucked. He wanted me on top, then over the edge of the bed, then sitting on his lap, then back to me on top. He lasted for ages and I was starting to get worried as he was very red in the face, but when I was on top at the end, I did all the work and I felt his cum drip out of my pussy after he’d cum. I went down on him then, tasting me and him, but he was very sensitive so I just used the tip of my tongue. Anyway, he didn’t think he’d be able to fuck me again that day, so we both got dressed, went down to the hotel lobby for a coffee and he took me back to town.”

“Did you ever see him again?”

“Yes, he’s a regular. It was his 70th birthday just before Christmas!”

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to fuck Kimmy again and I asked her to go on top. She looked down at me as the two of us fucked. It was incredibly intimate and because we both had eye contact, it made us even closer. The hidden angel on one side of me kept whispering to me ‘she’s your daughter’ and then the hidden devil on the other side would shout ‘she’s your daughter!! ‘ The devil kept winning and it was some of the best sex I’d had in years.

After we’d fucked, we lay there in each other’s arms. 24 hours in my life had changed everything, and I was still in a state of disbelief, but also incredibly happy. If you’d asked me the morning before how I’d feel if I found out my daughter was a prostitute, I’d have probably said upset or angry or even disappointed. Sometimes it’s best not to think, but to act!