Prologue
"Is this your first time?" He said as I stood there smiling at him, slowly taking my shirt off.
He walked closer to me, my heart beating, of course it's not my first time but he told me to agree at everything he says and asks.
Basically lie.
"You're very pretty don't you think?" He says as he caresses my face with the back of his fingers.
"Make me feel pretty Daddy." I said as it's the best and the sluttiest I could come up with.
Calling someone Daddy for sexual arousal for me is disgusting, and that's coming from someone like me.
But that's what he wants to be called.
It makes me worry more that I'm about to have sex with someone who's sick in the head.
But as long as they pay me I'm good.
He kisses my neck and I moan. He's not that bad, he has a wife I think.
He's in his late 40's or something. But his body looks really built and sturdy, I expected it to be saggy and wrinkly.
I told him no kissing before we went down and I guess he actually respects my demands.
He kisses my chest to my nipple while massaging the other boob with his rough hands.
"Yes" I say, I don't want to disappoint him.
"Yeah you like that?" I don't know why but men always like to asks if I like it? What do they think? I'm not a f*cking plank.
"Yes daddy." In my line of work I've encountered men who liked to be called daddy.
As time goes on you kinda just get over it.
(To be continued)
This is a new story I'm working on guys so sorry.
