Caminah Smuts

Show Me How To (Part 1 of 4)

Alejandro Cabello is a man known for his multiple virtues and his deep love for his family. Despite being a multi-million dollar CEO of a software company that specializes in security programs, he is not as heartless as those other tight-suited men with their trophy wives and high-priced escorts on the side. Alejandro Cabello is a family man, which is why he is doing this for his baby girl.

The 'black book' as it is simply called by his associates, holds the most expensive escorts that money can buy, and they are also the most skilled, according to his associates' detailed testimonials. Alejandro leafs through it while he eats his lunch. The women at the front of the catalogue are priced in five figures. There are definitely some gorgeous women in the small book, but he is not sure about Camila's type. As he flips the page, Alejandro stops when he encounters a black page with the word 'deluxe' engraved on it in glided letters.

Since his only daughter is turning eighteen in a few weeks, Alejandro wants to give a celebration she'll always remember. And what is a better memory than losing your virginity on your birthday? He's also worried because Camila is so shy, despite being one of the more popular girls in school. Due to her extra appendage, Alejandro is sure that Camila is terrified of having the entire school find out about it, which is why she keeps her distance, even from her friends. All Alejandro wants for her is this experience, and since he has the power to pay for it, he does. Alejandro picks up his pen when a certain profile catches his eye.

Skin as tan as caramel, with breasts that spill out of crimson lace, and panties that match her brassiere, Dinah Jane Hansen seems like a good match for his daughter with her bright brown eyes a stark contrast to this escort's blonde hair, smoldering and seductive. Alejandro picks up his phone, dials Dinah's number, and makes the appointment.

After the phone call, Alejandro Cabello leans back in his comfortable leather office chair, a small grin on his face. He can't wait for Camila to see what he got for her.

Camila yawns awake, her arms stretching over her head. Her head pounds from last night's music like the heavy footsteps of a dinosaur in the same room as her. The illicit alcohol—Lauren's gift for her—also contributes to the full throbbing in her head.

The party last night was certainly something, Camila muses. The fresh-smelling duvet covers her body, keeping her warm, and also hiding her morning wood. But Camila knows it's there. She feels it's there. She sighs. She almost hooked up with Ariana last night, and while she understood Camila's hesitation, it wasn't for the reason Ariana thought. The girl believed that Camila was too drunk. Camila just didn't want Ariana to find out about her penis.

Camila throws the covers halfway off her body and groans at the erection that sticks out of the waistband of her silk panties. She loves touching herself as much as the next person, but a part of her longs for a hand that is not her own.

Still, beggars can't be choosers.

Grabbing the bottle of baby oil from her nightstand, Camila drizzles a line of the clear, slick liquid all over her cock, twitching as the cool oil makes contact with her heated penis. She pushes her panties low enough to be able to palm her balls, her left hand curling around the base, and strokes upwards until she reaches the tip. Camila lets out a low murmur of pleasure, precum beginning to ooze out of her.

She loses herself in her languid strokes, but when her phone rings, Camila grunts and reaches for it. Pressing it between her cheek and shoulder so she can continue jacking off, Camila answers it. "Hello? Oh, hi dad."

"How was your party last night, darling? Did you have fun?"

Camila recalls highlights from the party and tells them to her father who laughs at her friends' shenanigans. "I'm really sorry I'm not there to greet you a happy eighteenth. Stupid business trip can't be cancelled."