1 comments/ 29714 views/ 23 favorites The Ballad of Jessy and Sophie By: Woody_the_Cowboy This is my friend's true story, written with permission and with the names changed. I had just turned 18. My parents were devout Christians, and had suppressed me my whole life. I was forced to go to a Christian school, and only ever found contact with other human beings there, or at church. Naturally that led to rebellions, with the occasional heavy drug use, but I was so terrified of being caught that I usually ended up going by my parents' rules, even if I hated them. They wouldn't even let me near a guy, to the extent that I had only had one kiss by the time I was eighteen - our mouths were open, but it lasted all of about two seconds before we were interrupted by a priest who proceeded to give a twenty minute lecture on the sanctity of marriage. By the time I was eighteen I had become extremely sexually frustrated, even more so because I knew so little about everything. I would get horny and try to masturbate, but I never orgasmed. I didn't understand my anatomy well enough to get there. I don't think I was even aware that I had a clit, much less a g-spot - my Christian school wouldn't even teach evolution, let alone sex-ed. I spent a lot of my time in my room, seeing as I was very rarely allowed out to parties or any sort of social gathering. A girl I had met at my church, who'd only been dragged along by her aunt, had bought me a laptop in secret, outraged that I wasn't allowed to use my parents' computer. I hid it in my room and soon became obsessed with it. I started to play this game on my computer, called Fiesta. I designed a character, became a Crusader, and began. It was a simple game, but as a break from my closeted life, I loved it. I remember being approached by a guy on my first quest. I don't remember his username, just that he was a mage. He introduced himself, and acted very polite. I gave him my name, and he gave me his, and then he asked me to describe myself. I thought nothing of this, and obliged, until he asked me my bra size. I obliged anyway - 32C. He replied with 'hot', and I felt a shiver go down my spine - but one of excitement, not dread or disgust. He asked me what i was wearing, and how I was sitting. He then told me to touch myself. Again I obliged, and had the most fun I'd had in that stuffy little bedroom in my entire life before that. It very soon became a hobby. I would be chatting to three or four guys a night, masturbating long through the night. I used fingers, hair curlers, even a bottle at one point. I still didn't know enough to be able to fully orgasm, but I had mini-climaxes that were enough for a girl as inexperienced as me. I now think my mentality was partially a rebellion against my parents, but at the time it was all about the sex. I began to send nudes - never with my face, just of my body and pussy. I looked very young for my age, not just because I was short. I got several requests to go on Skype, all of which I declined. I was worried my face would show, and I didn't want any record to go public. About six months after my 18th, I met this Archer on the game called Simon. I asked him if he wanted to see a picture of me naked, to which he responded with, "well how about I get to know you a bit first?" I was shocked at this, at the idea that a guy's first thought wasn't just to see me naked. It drew me to him, made me curious. He sent a link to a private chat room. We ended up talking for hours, all through the night. He turned out to be a forty-six year old man, living just outside London, where I live. We discussed everything - I remember complaining a lot about my parents, about everything. We sent each other photos, fully clothed. He was clearly older than me, but quite handsome. His hair was salt-and-pepper, with neatly shaven stubble. At about four in the morning our talking got more sexual. We didn't talk dirty, just about sex. He asked why I had offered to send nudes, and soon I was chatting away about my masturbation. He got me to describe my orgasms, how they felt, before soon declaring that they weren't proper orgasms. He blamed my parents, something which I found very appealing. I woke up the next morning to find I had fallen asleep mid-conversation, with fifteen concerned messages asking what was wrong. I sent him a deeply apologetic, even desperate message. There was no reply. He had been a good ear, and I was very attracted to him at this point, so I went to school feeling pretty shit. I got home and, to my relief, there was a message from him. He told me no problem at all, and that he'd message me at nine that evening. I spent the whole evening in anticipation for it, excusing myself to go to bed early. I was on the website from half-eight, wishing desperately that he'd come on. He came on at exactly nine. Pretty soon we were engrossed in conversation again. At one point I remember bringing up that I wished I had money to buy things, as my parents didn't grant me an allowance. He suggested he gave me money, which I reluctantly refused on the grounds that I couldn't take something for nothing. He replied by saying he'd never said I'd do nothing. He proposed a deal that he said would benefit everyone. He would pay me, and in return I would let him come round and teach me how to orgasm properly. He promised to get me off. The offer seemed very tempting, not just for the money but because it sounded really exciting, but I instantly refused on the grounds that my parents (or at least one of them) were always home. To that, he suggested that he come round then, in the middle of the night, when my parents would be asleep. Thinking back I can't believe I risked being caught. My bedroom was in the basement, so it was far away from my parents' on the top floor, but it was still a huge risk. It took him an hour's drive to get to my house, during which I waited in deep anticipation. I was more horny than I had ever felt before. I met him outside and let him in. I was wearing only a baggy t-shirt and underwear, which he seemed to like. I showed him to my room, wincing with fear at every creak of the floorboards. We got into my room, and he sat down on the bed. I stood there awkwardly. He had brought over some condoms and some booze to help us relax - I don't remember what it was, but I glugged it down. I didn't get drunk, I was too nervous and excited for that, but it did help me relax. We talked for a few minutes, and then he asked me to sit down next to him. I did, and he put his leg on my thigh. My breathing was incredibly shallow as he leaned in and kissed me. I was so excited, and my clothes were off pretty quick. He slipped a finger inside me, which somehow felt so much better than it had ever done when I'd tried it. He rubbed against my g-spot, instantly knowing where it was, while his thumb rubbed circles on my clit. This was a new type of pleasure to me, and pretty soon I was panting and sweating, draped across his lap. After a while he lifted me off his lap and laid me on the bed, with my legs hanging over the side. He knelt on the floor and began to eat me out. This was pleasure on a whole other level, to the point where I had my panties stuffed in my mouth to stop me from squealing. I was short, so he was able to reach up and caress my boobs at the same time. My whole body was shaking and sweating as I had my first real orgasm. I felt like I was on fire. As it died down I lay there, completely out of it, thinking I had died and gone to heaven, until I felt something push against my pussy. I looked up and there he was, naked, slowly pushing his cock into me. I bit down hard on the panties in my mouth to stop myself from screaming with pleasure. I was a virgin but it didn't hurt, I guess because of all of my inexperienced masturbating. He began to fuck me and I felt like I was in a dream. He loved my body, especially my breasts. It was wonderful to be wanted so badly. His dick felt huge inside me, but it also felt like it fit just right - like I was made to have his dick inside me. Every movement of his sent spasms of pleasure through me, and when he came into the condom I was already well into my second orgasm of the night. He kept going until he could go no longer, and his sweaty body collapsed down onto mine. We lay there like that until we had fallen asleep, and I only woke again to his dick pushing into me from behind. I made no movement but to grab the panties and stuff them back into my mouth. He fucked me harder this time, and my orgasm was stronger. He came more too, I could feel it through the condom, and I fell asleep with his dick still inside me. When I woke a third time, to my alarm this time, he had gone, but there was an envelope next to me. In the envelope there was £120 in cash and a letter. The letter went unnoticed for several minutes - I had been expecting something like a fiver for the night, so £60 per fuck was a big deal. I had never seen this much money, let alone owned it. The letter admitted that he was a married man, but that he'd love to do it again, and would continue to pay. It also said that he knew several men who would pay too, if I was interested in expanding. "Obviously," it read, "You could charge more if you wanted." Just that thought alone had me hooked. Pretty soon I was fucking several guys a week. I was on birth control, and made all my clients use condoms. Simon continued to be a regular customer, but he soon got lost in the haze of it all. I began to become known as the girl who'd do anything, and that was popular. By my nineteenth birthday, word had spread and I had fucked a total of 25 guys, 167 times (I did my own accounting, and kept track of everything). I had made a total of £17,810. I found I had no need for a pimp. I pretended I had one, and acted out a phone call to him in front of each, so that they thought he knew where I was. I decided that just the threat of that was enough to make sure nobody harmed me in any way. But, maybe even better than the money, was the fact that I loved my job. The sex was exciting, the feeling of pleasuring a guy was a great turn-on and each client was different. I had dicks ranging from 4 to 11 inches, and guys ranging from eighteen to, at one point, sixty-five. I think it says a lot about my mum and dad's parenting skills that they never found out that their daughter was a high-functioning whore - and it wasn't as if I took great care. Public dealings were far from rare, even in our local park, and neither was taking clients home. But I didn't feel I needed to sneak around, I knew my parents would never even think of it. Three and a half months after my nineteenth birthday, I had a client in my bedroom. He wasn't anything special, just asked for a regular fuck. My parents were out helping out a Christian group in lobbying for something to do with schools. We were on my bed, and having a good time, when the door opened. I literally threw the guy off me in shock. My first thought was that my parents had come home early, so I was terrified. I soon saw that it was not my parents, but my friend from church, Sophie. She had clearly let herself into my house, found nobody home and went to look for me. She looked in a state of shock, and so was I. The guy stood up, clearly pissed off. "She's... My friend. Sorry," I muttered to him. "She can be the Dalai Lama for all I care. What, the Girl Who'll Do Anything can't finish a simple fuck?" He swung his leg back over me and pushed me back on the bed. I was mortified, but I realised my reputation, and so all my money, was at stake. He'd paid, so he had to get his reward. Sophie stood in the corner, looking equally mortified, as the 30-something year old man clambered on top of me and slipped his dick back into me. I was too ashamed, too scared to get any enjoyment out of it, but I had to do my job. Cringing internally, I began to moan. Luckily it seemed that he enjoyed being watched, and a minute later he was finished. He pulled on some clothes, humming through the thick silence between me and Sophie. He pushed past her to leave, turned to me and said, 'thanks, honey. I've already paid. Next time I'll have your friend, too." With that, he left. The silence was strangling. I lay there, on my bed, naked and dripping with sweat, as Sophie stared at me in a state of shock. I slowly reached over, clasped my covers and pulled them over me. The moment I was no longer nude, Sophie seemed to come to life. "Jessica! Are you... You're a... A..." She seemed lost for the word. "Whore?" She choked on my response, but nodded. I dived to the foot of my bed on all fours, not caring that the covers had fallen away. "You can't tell! Swear you won't!" "But..." She was still speechless. Her voice sounded raw, and unnaturally high-pitched. "Why?" I shrugged, embarrassed. "The excitement. The money." "Money?" "£23,976." Somehow, it was this that she couldn't believe. Her face crumpled into a skeptical frown. "Twenty three thousand? No way." I stood up and, trying to ignore her eyes on my naked body, walked over to the drawer. I pulled out a large handbag, and emptied it onto my bed. Rolls and rolls of tens, twenties and fifties rolled out onto the bed. "Bag one of four," I said a little smugly. She picked up a roll and flicked through it. "This is so much... Christ Jess, I'd kill for this money!" "Why kill when you can fuck?" Now, honest to God (although let's be honest in my case that phrase means fuck all), I only meant that to be ironic. But for some reason, the sentence clicked as a good idea in her head. I saw a light behind her eyes. "You mean I can join you?" I had never heard anyone sound so excited. I know, it sounds pretty unlikely that a good Christian girl would go for this. But we weren't good Christian girls. Strictness breeds rebellion, and we'd had strictness our whole lives. Six months ago me and her had tried speed for the first time. The month before, we'd stolen twelve CDs from a shop. This was not by any means the first sign of being bad. But still, I was shocked. Not that she gave me much time. "C'mon it'd be fun, just us two, and I've had sex before, you know about Chris, and he said I was good, we'd make more money, loads more!" Her tirade continued for several minutes; she seemed breathless with excitement. Probably fear too. And to be honest, the idea was tempting. The hardest part of my job was staying quiet about it, not telling my friends. And to have a second client, that's double the money. We could even perform together, charge even more. I told myself it was the prospect of money that excited me, but as I began to imagine us working together I felt a familiar wetness between my legs. Our first time together was immensely awkward, with neither of us knowing how to act around each other. The guy was a skinny, high pitched virgin, who was easily impressed. That was lucky, because we weren't being very impressive. I eventually settled for jerking him off and promising more next time, and after he left I sat down with Sophie. We talked about how to overcome the awkwardness, but the solution seemed simple enough. We needed to come up with a routine, a set of rules, but before that we needed to be comfortable with each other. Give a guy two girls and the first thing he wants is to watch them go at it. So me and Sophie were gonna have to learn to get pretty close. We started off by practising kissing, each of us enjoying it much more than we let on. Pretty soon we were passionately making out on my bed, my hand up her top and caressing her boob while she moaned into my mouth. We felt each other up everywhere we could, along legs and over torsos. Sophie tried pulling my top over my head and, in her desperate fumbling, tore it, but I neither noticed nor cared. Her top followed suit and I became lost in the sensation of our naked bodies against each other, her boobs pressed into mine. I was brought sharply back down to Earth when her hand slid down the front of my skirt. She, clearly, had had much more success with masturbation than me, because she knew exactly what to do. Pretty soon I was shrieking in orgasm as her fingers dug into my pussy. As the orgasm died down, I caught my breath and looked her in the eye. "I think we're ready". So we became partners. Me and Sophie, the whores of St Genevieve's Church. Word soon spread throughout my client base - the price has doubled, but so has the prize. In actual fact, after a few weeks the price more than doubled, as we realised the popularity of two girls at once. I was always the one willing to try more than she was, but she was catching up fast and we were both pretty liberal with what we'd do for cash. And it started rolling in. In the first two months we made £2,000 each, and in the next two the figure went up to £4,500. A website came up, jessandsoph.com, where guys would discuss their experiences with us, and from there our popularity boomed. There were no photos, but the rumours and descriptions were enough. We were the Lennon and McCartney of the whore world - we did separate work occasionally, but it was together that we were unbeatable. We were living a double life. We had invented jobs, to explain how we were living without work. We had friends, led lives (although still smothered ones), but never went to college and never went to work. We would chill out and we would fuck, and it never got boring. The diversity of clients, from the weird to the wonderful, was huge. Each had their own set of preferences, their own way of doing things, and we soon learnt to spot them easier and easier. So folks, that's the background story. Not much more to say - I'm still at it at the age of 21, we both are (although we haven't reached eight years together yet, so who knows if we'll trump Lennon and McCartney). But what else is there to tell? Well, nothing, apart from a few interesting cases we've had over the years. Two months before my twentieth birthday I got an email from a guy named Harold Matthews. He described how he was throwing his friend a birthday party, and wanted us two to be the main attraction, doing what we do best. Now me and Sophie had taken three guys at once before, but this was a party of twenty-one guys. Not only did me and Sophie together only have six holes and four hands, so I wasn't entirely sure how it would work, but the prospect scared me quite a bit. Still, I was known as the girl who'll try anything, and the money they were offering... Well let's just say they were wealthy party-goers, and even per-person the money was more than I had ever been offered. I had a brief conversation with Sophie, but she echoed my thoughts so I replied with the positive. I asked for details of the day, anything we should wear. He just said to turn up at the given time, and to put on a show. The address he gave was a small hall, which could be rented out for social gatherings. I arrived with Sophie just before midday. The hall had a stage on one side and chairs along the edges, but apart from that it was bare. There was nobody there - the guy had emailed to say they would arrive at noon, so for us to get there early and prepare. "Prepare." Neither of us knew what that meant, exactly. We had no idea what they were expecting. All we knew is that we were to put on a show for the birthday boy. So we did what any rational, whore duo would do in that situation - we stripped and started making out. Every guy likes a lesbian, right? Especially two naked lesbians, on a stage, kissing and touching each other up. At this point, sex with Sophie had become not just second nature to me, but also thoroughly enjoyable. We knew each other well, having worked with each other almost every night, and she knew exactly what to do with me. Plus, the fear of the upcoming event made it even more exhilarating, as did doing it up on a stage. I was on top of her, hands either side of her head, while her own hands explored my body and my boobs. Her fingers lightly pinched my nipples, teasing me into arousal. Our legs were intertwined, so that our clits were rubbing against each other's thighs. The Ballad of Jessy and Sophie I'd like to say I was so caught up in it that I didn't notice the group enter the hall, but with their drunk, loud rendition of happy birthday on arrival they were hard to miss. Sophie began to turn and look, so I stuck my tongue in her mouth and dragged her attention back to me. I wanted to keep up the illusion, leave it up to the guys to do as they wished. Sure enough, after the initial catcalling, one of them was shoved towards us. He walked slowly up to the stage and stood near us. He cleared his throat, and I broke the kiss to look at him. He was clearly nervous, and over-excited. His face was bright red, he stood awkwardly, but his trousers did a poor job of concealing his raging boner. On his top he had a big badge on his top with the number 22 on it (which, I presumed, was his birthday). Sophie looked at him too, and used a finger to slowly beckon him as she licked her lips. He walked over and sat down next to us, crossing his legs embarrassedly. Sophie grabbed his collar and pulled his face down to kiss her. As they kissed I continued to grind on Sophie, with one hand now squeezing the birthday boy's bum. He began to massage Sophie's boobs. I decided to go for it, all or nothing. I let go of his bum and climbed off Sophie, standing up and facing the group of guys in the middle of the hall watching us. I stepped over the birthday boy, who had now clambered on top of Sophie, jumped down off the stage and began walking towards them. The cat calls died down, and they stood there, pretty speechless, a few of them with big grins on their faces. I walked up to the group and stood there. "Right boys, I can only take four at a time." Somehow my voice managed to sound confident, even foxy. One of them, a guy with startling red hair, confidently swaggered forwards, so I threw my arms around his neck and jumped upwards, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he kissed me, I reached down with one hand and undid his flies, his dick springing out. The rest of the guys swarmed around us. The guy I was riding was holding me now, so I had my hands free. Breaking from the kiss, I identified two guys who had got their dicks out already - one either side of me - and reached down and grabbed each of their dicks ad began pumping. At the same time, I sank myself down and impaled my pussy on the redhead, letting out a gasp of pleasure. He wasn't particularly thick, and I didn't really care about length, but the situation lent itself to intense pleasure. He began to haul me up and down on his dick, so I allowed my handjobs to go with the same rhythm. Somewhere behind me, I could hear Sophie moaning with pleasure, and a few guys who couldn't site get in on me ran off to play with her instead. This apparently left a gap in the crowd right behind me, which was taken by a strong looking blonde. His dick was out too, and I could sense him lining it up. Sure enough, as I came down onto the redhead's dick, the blonde's dick pushed its way into my arse. Me and him both cried out simultaneously. I felt hands feeling up my body, squeezing my boobs and my bum cheeks. It was intensely arousing, and I began desperately thrusting myself downwards on the two dicks, getting harder and harder. The redhead went in for a kiss and I bit his lip. Apparently this was all it took, and he shook as cum spurted inside me. His arms weakened and he dropped me, so I fell to one side of him onto my hands and knees. The blonde came with me, thrusting deep inside me as he fell down on top of me. I was now on all fours, with him lying on top thrusting deep into my arse. Another guy lay down on his back next to me and, lifting up my arm, slid underneath me so that we were face to face. I bent my face down to kiss him, and as I did he lifted his hips into the air and pressed his dick into my pussy, his legs intertwining with the legs of the blonde guy - in fact, they were so cramped I wouldn't have been surprised if their balls were touching. Somehow the thought of this turned me on even more, and the pleasure of both holes being filled at once was out of this worlds. The guy underneath me had amazing stomach muscles, as he continued to thrust upwards against me. He also brought his hand up to my boobs and started squeezing them. Guys were once more crowding around me, so I slowly took my arms off the floor until I was being supported by the guy's hands on my boobs, and started jerking off two guys, one either side of me. A fifth guy came and knelt in front of me, sticking his dick into my face. I was nearly passing out with the intensity of the fucking, but managed to lift my head and start sucking his dick. The guy underneath me was squeezing my boobs and fucking harder, and I was screaming with pleasure into the guy in front of me's cock. I don't know how many guys I managed to fuck in that hall, most of the time I wasn't sure whose cock was whose. All I know is that I ended up sprawled out on the floor of the hall, filled up and covered in cum, panting desperately for breath as my whole body tingled with a sensation that words cannot even describe. After five minutes, Sophie crawled up, her hair a mess and drenched in sweat and cum, with a big smile on her face. She kissed me, slowly rubbing my nipple. The guys got dressed around us and went off on a pub crawl, but it was at least an hour before me or Sophie had the energy, or the will, to get up and begin washing ourselves down. About three months after my twentieth, I got a letter in the post. I was fucking lucky I found it before my parents did, because there was no name on the envelope. Inside was a letter, formally written, requesting that Jessica and Sophie "lend their services" to a man called Hartford, with a given address. The only specification was that we were to have no limits, "other than physical injury to your persons". I thought it was weird, but then in our business that was only to be expected. We followed the address on google maps, first by bus and then walking. As we neared, the number of buildings dropped - there didn't seem to be any homes in sight. It was only when we got closer that we saw what could only be described as a mansion. The house was four storeys high, with ten windows on the front of the house for each floor. The door was huge, with columns either side, and four cars were in the driveway. We walked up, disbelieving, and a man in a suit came out to meet us. "Jessica and Sophie? Lord Hartford is right inside." Lord?? I couldn't believe it. We were about to fuck a member of the House of Lords. The wealth shouldn't have bothered me, but somehow it did, and I felt a knot growing in my stomach. We entered into the massive hall, with a giant curved staircase leading up to the first floor. Halfway up the staircase, just before it began to spiral, stood a tall, silver-haired man in a suit. He clearly stood there to make an impression, and part of me wanted to call him out on it, but at the same time I did feel slightly intimidated. "Lord Hartford?" I cursed myself for sounding so high-pitched. He clearly recognised out nerves, and his mouth curled into a smile. "Jessica? Sophie? Right this way, if you please." He swivelled on his heel and began to walk up the stairs. I glanced at Sophie, and we followed him up. He paused at the top of the stairs, but just before we caught up he turned and paced off again, down a long ornamental corridor with plush green carpet and old portraits on the wall. This was a palace. Multiple chandeliers hung from the ceiling at regular intervals. Lord Hartford stopped at the far end of the corridor, and entered a room to his left. We followed him through. The next thing I remembered was waking up, with a sore head. I had been drugged! I had no idea how, but evidently Lord Hartford had knocked me out. My arms were strung up either side of me, using what felt like silk ribbon, and I lay on my back with my legs apart. I tried pulling on it, but it held fast and wouldn't tear. I was blindfolded with what felt like the same material. It says a lot about the job I did that it took me a few seconds to register that I was naked, too. I was about to call out, but decided to listen instead. I could hear the noise of heavy breathing from somewhere nearby, and the faint rustle of... Something. Listening for a few more seconds, I realised that the steady, rhythmic rustle was the sound of someone being fucked, but not making any noise. I realised it must be Sophie, still unconscious and getting pounded by Hartford. And to be honest, I loved it. The thought of it turned me on so much, even in my groggy state. I was toying with what to do, how best to act, when I heard the rustle stop and Hartford stand up. He walked over to me, but from then I couldn't hear what he was doing. And suddenly he was inside of me. His dick was well lubed, and I was as wet as fuck, so he slipped right into me, and within three seconds he was fucking me steadily. I wanted to feign sleep for longer, but I knew that I would have to start moaning soon whether I liked it or not, so decided to "wake up". I moaned and stirred, acting groggy and confused, expecting him to jump a mile, but he did nothing of the sort. He kept fucking, and hard. "What... What's going on? Oh!" I started rocking my body gently along with his thrusts, driving his dick against my G-spot and feeling the familiar flair of pleasure. I allowed myself to give in to the moans, steadily increasing their intensity. I suddenly realised that Lord Hartford isn't wearing a condom, and started to panic a little. I was on the pill, of course, but if I got an STI my career could be over. "Condom, please!" I got no reply. I was scared shitless - and yet somehow, more turned on. This guy was abusing me, abusing his power, and I loved it. The feeling of a raw, naked dick inside me was exhilarating, and was the first time I had ever felt it. My moans doubled in volume, until I was screaming. My nails dug into the velvet ribbons that tied my hands apart. Hartford moaned with me, although with a much deeper, breathier voice. He was slamming into me hard, impaling himself deep within me. I could feel the momentum building up, both in his movements and the urgency of his tone, and I matched it, not even slightly having to fake my simultaneous approach to orgasm. "Yes, my Lord!" I cried out. As the words were leaving my lips I wondered if it was a bit much, but I was rewarded with a sharp spank and a final increase in intensity. Within twenty seconds, we were both plunged into orgasm, him moaning and me squealing with pleasure. I felt a dick pump cum into me for the first time in my life, and I absolutely loved it. I squeezed as hard as I could, milking every last drop out of him. He shivered uncontrollably at the pleasure. He lay on top of me, dick inside me, both of us panting hard, for a couple of minutes. Then, without a word, he got up off me. I heard footsteps, a snip, and then a second snip - he had cut the two of us free. Sophie let out a jumbled moan, telling me she was waking up. By the time the two of us had undone our blindfolds, Lord Hartford had gone. A man, presumably staff, stood in the corner waiting to escort us outside. I could see that Sophie, who had slept through her ravishing, wanted to try it on him; we were both still naked, after all; but we had both agreed never to give out freebies, in case it devalued what we had to sell. I can vividly remember walking out, blinking in the harsh sunlight, hair frazzled and drenched in sweat, half bemused and half exhilarated. It's the sexual encounter that stuck with me the most, save one. Yep, I did that deliberately. "Save one? What one?" Well I thought I'd save the most shocking 'til last. I was going to be 21 in three weeks. We got a message on our website, same as usual, asking to fuck the two of us. He asked to meet us in a hotel, said he didn't want to be seen going into a random house, seeing as he was married. Again, nothing new. The hotel was bog-standard, pretty cheap but not run down. We had been given a number to a room on the third floor, which ended up being tucked round a corner, the door out of sight from the rest of the corridor. Because of this, we decided to both strip outside, and then go in naked. We didn't take long to strip, having had a lot of practice. We pushed in the door and walked in. The room was small, with a double bed, a TV and not much else. Lying on the bed, topless, his legs draped over the side, was my dad. A million thoughts passed through my mind in the space of a couple of seconds. Shock, embarrassment, fear, they all came through. But what was most present in my mind, was: how had I not seen this coming? Strict Catholic as he was, my dad had never shied away from blatant flirting with every young girl he saw, and I had heard from arguments in the past that he had cheated on my mother, multiple times. Our website had become so famous, especially around our local area - why wouldn't he find it eventually, and why wouldn't he want to get in on the action? Somehow the knowledge that I should probably have seen this coming didn't comfort me, or make me any less speechless. Dad was equally speechless, seeming torn between shock, anger and something else I couldn't quite see. Sophie, on the other hand, wasn't so speechless. In fact, her first reaction was a giggle. "Brilliant. I was hoping this would happen." I was about to decide whether or not to run when she took my hand and pulled me over. My dad seemed to be contemplating the same decision. I staggered a few steps forward, coming up to the bed. My mind was in standstill. Sophie reached down and stroked my dad's crotch, once, before undoing his button and pulling down his flies. His dick popped out, rock hard and standing straight up. She giggled again, and began to stroke it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his dick. It was so blatantly sexual. Tall, pink, thick. Masculine, if ever a dick could be that. My eyes flickered up to his face, but his eyes weren't on my face - they were glued to my tits. Sophie seemed to notice too, and she reached out and slowly squeezed my right boob. As she did so, she gave a sharp pinch on my nipple. The burst of pleasure and pain snapped me back to my senses. Suddenly, I knew what to do. Was he my dad? Yes. But first and foremost, he was my client, and there was no way of backing out from the awkwardness now. Besides, how better to avoid getting into trouble than by relieving the situation? I got down on my knees, kneeling between his legs. Sophie smiled smugly, but I was too intent on his dick. "Jessica..." He muttered my name, clearly not sure what he was going to say. "Yes Daddy?" I looked up at him with big, round eyes, and puckered my lips slightly. As I did so, I could visibly see the reservations get sucked out of him by pure, horny desire. Taking this as my cue, I bent my head down and took his whole dick into my mouth. Usually I start off slow, gently kissing the head, but this situation needed a hell of a kick-start. I pressed forwards, easing his head into my throat. My dad gave a shuddered gasp of air as I did so. By now I was well practiced with deep-throating, so was able to hold it there for several seconds, clenching my throat on his dick. Then, I slowly withdrew my head, running my tongue in a zig-zag pattern across the underside of his shaft. After hearing the resultant moan of deep pleasure, I plunged my head back forwards and began to pump up and down, throat fucking his dick. His moans became muffled and I realised that Sophie had climbed over and sat on his face. The sound of her high-pitched moans only added to my conviction. My fingers snaked around his balls and squeezed them lightly as I gave him head. They were warm and sweaty in my hand. My dad began to gently thrust upwards to meet the thrusts of my own. My mind was buzzing. I was being fucked in the mouth by my daddy! Despite how weird the situation was – no hell, because of it - I was more excited than I had ever been. My clit was tingling, and my boobs swelling and aching with pleasure. They felt so sensitive it was like they had been lit on fire; it was like my whole body had been lit on fire. I was sorely tempted to reach down and pleasure myself, but I knew the moment would come. In fact, the moment came very soon. I heard some movement and looked up. Sophie had climbed, or had been made to climb, off my dad's face, and he had sat up. He grabbed me with strong arms and pulled me upwards with him, to a standing position. We stood there, face to face. "Jessica. You're a whore." You might expect me to flinch at that, but my face remained blank, and inside I was smiling. My dad was getting off on this. He wanted to play rough with his daughter. "Yes, daddy. I'm a bad girl." Clichéd, sure, but we were both so lost in the moment it was no matter. He grabbed me and flung me down onto the bed, face down, so that my legs were hanging over the side. Quick as a flash, he was kneeling behind me, and a second later he had thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I cried out, partly from the pain but mostly from pleasure. Dad slapped my ass, hard, and began thrusting in and out of me. He was fast, and his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust. This was the second time in my life I had been fucked without a condom, and I was loving it even more than the first. I had no idea where Sophie was or what she was doing, I was oblivious to anything else but the pleasure and the sound of our moans. Sparks danced in front of my eyes as my moans very quickly turned to shrieks. An orgasm like I had never felt ripped through me, and as my pussy clenched hard I could feel him driving over the edge. After three hard slams his dick pulsed and spurted cum inside me. He bellowed with the pleasure, and shook uncontrollably. He seemed to continue cumming for about a minute. Soon our moans morphed into heavy panting. He stayed inside me for a while longer, before pulling out. I rolled over and sat up. He was standing there, completely naked – and Sophie was kneeling beside him. "Come on, Jessy! We haven't finished quite yet." I was still partly delirious from the orgasm of my life, but I managed to kneel down opposite her, with dad's dick in the middle. Somehow it never lost its erection, although I guess the situation called for arousal like he had never had. Sophie and I both leaned forwards, our lips curling around his head and meeting in the middle. She extended her tongue, licking his head and my lips. I followed her lead and did the same. We were passionately French kissing with my dad's cock as the middle man. Our lips worked our way up and down his shaft, licking cum and pussy juice off every last bit. He moaned with the heavenly pleasure, his eyes glued to the two sexy girls, one his daughter, smooching over his dick. We tilted our heads at the base of the shaft, each taking a ball in our mouths and playing with it with our tongues. I reached my hand out to stroke his cock, only to meet Sophie's doing the exact same. Together we began to jerk him off. I reached my other hand round and found Sophie's clit. I began to fiddle with it, pinching it between my middle and forefinger and flicking it with my thumb. I could feel her body jump with the electric shocks of stimulation running through her. She gave small squeals with each flick. After almost ten minutes of sucking and wanking, dad pulled us to our feet. Each of his hands grabbed one of our boobs, and he lent forwards and kissed Sophie, their heads curling to meet each other. Then, he pulled back and lent in to kiss me. My whole body was alive with excitement as his tongue explored my mouth, and our lips interlocked. Sophie went over to her bag, and when she came back I felt something cold and hard stroke my ass. Sophie had went and got her strap-on. Dad, realising what was going on, wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I could feel his dick on the mouth to my pussy, and as he lowered me down onto it I grinded against him. My aching tits were pressed against his chest as we moaned into each other's lips. I felt Sophie come up from behind, pressing her tits into my back and wrapping her arms around my stomach. The strap-on pressed firmly against my ass, sliding slowly in. The Ballad of Jessy and Sophie After a few seconds I was fully impaled on both dick and dildo. A deep, throbbing pleasure was building up inside of me. Dad held me there, before pulling me up and beginning to thrust me up and down on him and Sophie. The pleasure from both was intense, and soon my moans had again becomes high-pitched cries. Dad began to slam me up and down, his deep grunts joining me. He held me with only one arm, using the other to reach around and grab Sophie's bum, pressing us together. Her own hands were playing with my clit and his balls. The fuck was intense, and it lasted about fifteen minutes. The three of us were drenched with sweat. I lost track of whose arms were whose, where I was being touched or fucked – it had all just culminated into one ball of intense, consuming ecstasy. I orgasmed at least five times, each more intense than the last. With the last, I was screaming uncontrollably, and felt dad pump cum into me once again. I dug my nails into his back so that he roared with pain as well as pleasure. I felt like I was on fire. We collapsed then, all three of us in a heap on the bed. We lay there for over an hour, just stroking each other. Eventually, dad pulled himself upright, threw on some clothes and left without a word, leaving the money beside the bed. And that was a week ago! He was my most recent client. I haven't talked to him since, but am hoping to soon. Apart from that, that's all, folks. That's my story. And hopefully it will continue until I'm filthy rich and fucked to my heart's content, but hey - who knows?