22 comments/ 82910 views/ 9 favorites The Smell of Her Hair By: MasterOfDiscretion I was a happy dad because my daughter Cynthia decided to spend time at home this spring break rather than go off to the beach like she did last year. I know it will only be a week, but still, a dinner here, movie there, just feeling her presence in the home again makes it feel like a home again. We had enjoyed some tasty Chinese take out on Monday, and pizza on Tuesday, but for Wednesday she wanted to make a home-made meal for me and decided to invite one of her friends over, Stephanie. I had not seen Stephanie in quite awhile. She and Cynthia were practically joined at the hip during high school but ended up attending different colleges, so this dinner was important for them to spend some time together as well. Stephanie arrived promptly at 7 PM. After the doorbell rang, I began to make my way to the front door when I heard Cynthia yell from the kitchen, "Come In Stephie! The door's open." I saw the knob turn and our mahogany door creaked open, with Stephanie on the other side. She was quite a sight. No longer the cute friend of my daughter, rather, a vision. She was dressed in something I can only describe as college-girl casual - a tank top and some type of hybrid sweat-pants/pajamas and sandals. Her hair was wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, with full red lips that curved into a magnificent smile, light brown eyes, soulful eyes... those eyes... "Hey girl!" Cynthia said loudly, making her way from the kitchen. It startled me, I was transfixed on Stephanie. "Steph, Its been too long!" They embraced, the kind of embrace where you know people mean it, not the cheap little fake hug I see so often these days. "Both of you come and sit down, dinner's ready!" Cynthia said with a bright, proud smile. We had some pleasant small talk during dinner, "How was school?", "What are you studying?", "Ever keep in touch with so and so?". The dinner was delicious. I could swear I noticed Stephanie looking at me differently though. Nothing obvious. A glance every now and then. An extra chuckle after one of my silly dad jokes. I could see her fidgeting with her napkin. A little nervous I guessed. Surely I was imagining... Cynthia said she picked up some pie earlier and was going to warm it up and cut up some pieces for us. As she got up from the table and turned toward the kitchen, Stephanie got up and said she would help out. Instead of taking the direct line toward the kitchen, Stephanie walked around the table to my side. As she got closer to me I turned and smiled at her, she got surprising close to me, close enough that her hair brushed past my face... that smell... the smell! That incredible smell. Something so simple as her shampoo and a light mist of scented spray. That smell! It was as if a ton of bricks fell on me. By the time she turned around she was at the door to the kitchen. She took the napkin she had been fidgeting with earlier and brought it up to her eyes, forming a mask. A simple mardi gras style mask. She said something, almost a whisper, "I wont be far away." The smell of her hair... those soulful eyes behind a mask... It was her! Oh my gosh - its her! She vanished into the kitchen leaving me with my thoughts. About a month earlier, I had been so incredibly lonely. I decided to try an escort service I saw advertised in one of those weekly event newspapers. To a hotel I went, pretending to be some guy visiting on business. I called the escort service and fumbled my way through - what type of person was I looking for, age, description, etc. They made sure I understood, that this was just for companionship, no sex for money. 45 minutes later there was a knock on my door. Looking through the peephole I could make out a woman with glasses saying she was from the service. As I opened the door, before we saw each other face to face, the first thing she said was that to ensure discretion she would wear a mask. I was so nervous and lonely I would have agreed to anything. So she wore this simple white mardi gras mask. As she looked up at me I saw her eyes widen under the mask, those eyes... then I saw smile come to her face, a genuine smile. I suddenly felt very much at ease. She dressed so "normal", not like I imagined at all. Cute, tight top. Low rise jeans. Sandals. She said, "So Mr. 'Smith' is it?" "Yes," I said. "I want to be sure you understand that this is not sex for money." I assured her I did, "Just for companionship." I handed her the agreed upon amount for her companionship. "Now, that's out of the way," She said, "What if I told you that you remind me of someone I know. Someone whom I have fantasized about being with." I think the room next door could hear my gulp it was so loud. She began undoing my belt, pulling it from around my waist smoothly, looking straight into my eyes with... those soulful eyes. She leaned into me like she wanted to whisper something and whisper she did "you can do anything you want to me... anything!" Then she lowered herself to kneel before me. She looped my belt around her neck and looked up at me and said, "I trust you. You can do anything to me." She handed me the free end of my belt, grabbed my hand holding the belt and stretched my arm away from her pulling the belt tight and I heard her breathing deepen. She kept eye contact with me as she unzipped my zipper and unbuttoned my pants and began sliding my pants down. My cock was already hard. Her pulling down my boxers only made it spring to attention even more. She didn't start sucking immediately. It was as if she was wanting to experience me. Smell me. Feel me against her face. And ultimately taste me. Her mouth was so incredible warm, those lips so full and beautiful. She pulled her mouth away for a moment, making sure I was looking at her again, her lips so close to my cock I could feel her breath when she spoke, "Anything!" As she took my hand holding the belt end and pushed it away from her, forcing her face forward and onto my cock. She opened her mouth wider and I could feel her tongue forming around my cock while it was in her mouth. I could feel her force herself forward causing her to gag slightly. I looked at her as if to say, "I didn't mean to do that," but she simply pulled off my cock, with her eyes watering slightly, she said "Anything!" and she leaned forward again swallowing my cock. It was something I had not experienced before. I had always been worried about not offending or doing something that made a woman not so comfortable. But here this natural beauty was, encouraging me. Encouraging me to do anything I wanted. Suddenly I found my free hand go to the back of her head, I could hear her mumble a positive "mmm hmm" and feel her strive to open her mouth further. She surprised me by taking her mouth off my cock with drool coming off her chin and said, "Fuck my mouth". Hearing her say that was too much for me to handle. As I began thrusting against her face I could hear her gag a little, but she remained wide mouthed, tongue massaging my cock. I was causing her head to rock back and forth and I could smell her hair - that freshly washed hair, so amazing. I told her I was close to cumming and she looked right at me and began working her mouth and throat muscles. It was as if she was swallowing while my cock was deep in her mouth and I could feel that muscles milking me. My balls began to tighten and she gently cupped them as I began shooting into her mouth. Her lips tight around me. Milking me. Keeping eye contact with me. My legs began to weaken as I eased back onto the bed. She loosened the belt from around her neck. She looked at me again, made sure I was watching, and then swallowed deeply. Not a drop wasted. She looked at me and said, "I knew I could trust you." Then she reached into her purse and took out the money I gave her and placed it on the bed. "I don't understand", I said. "Like I said, you 'remind' me of someone I've wanted for a long time. I would not want money for this." She gathered herself and opened the door, looked back and said "I wont be far away." "Time for pie!" My daughter's words spring me back to reality. Cynthia asked if dinner was all right, that I looked a little funny. I glanced at Stephanie who blushed slightly. I said that I was all right and just a little thirsty. I offered to get something to drink. Cynthia said, "A glass of milk please." Stephanie looked at me and said, "Anything." The Smell of Her Hair Ch. 02 Stephanie's diary March 1, 2007 - Been chatting online with "Tom" for a few weeks now. Talking more and more about sub/Dom. I've felt submissive in situations in real life before... learning more about things. March 3, 2007 - Tom is trying for phone sex... again. LOL. Keeping the chatting online so far. Definitely getting more sexual. Had a lovely "O" tonight. March 10, 2007 - I notice Tom has a mean side... keeping my guard up even though only chatting online. He talked more about me being with different guys. He would want to share me? March 12, 2007 - I know it will only stay online now. Listen to some things he says, not everything. One thing that sounded intriguing was a fantasy he had about one of 'his lady's' being a hooker for an evening. Not considering becoming a hooker... LOL... but what might be close enough for the excitement...? Got me thinking... March 13, 2007 - BIG "O" last night.... super relaxed... thinking about... being with "him"... haven't thought about him in awhile. :) March 14, 2007 - I think I have a way. Being an escort! No sex.. but close enough for the excitement. March 15, 2007 - Tomorrow's the night! I've been in contact with the escort service (555-1234 .. just in case). I told them repeatedly I truly ONLY will be an escort for a gentleman. A companion. Not some hooker. From what J from school told me, that is the official way it works anyway, any other 'fun' that someone wants to have with a client is between the client and the companion. March 16, 2007 - Early entry before going. Excited! A little scared. Long, hot shower. Little shower splash spray. Washed up like the times I have a Dr.'s appointment LOL! This is strangely erotic. I've been on blind dates before, but this feeling is so much deeper. Keep composed. What will I wear? Just something casual - I'm no hooker and I want whomever it is to know this. J from school will call me tonight to make sure I'm home safe otherwise she knows to call for help. Took a Mardi Gras mask - its worked great at masquerade parties why not tonight. March 16, 2007 - This was one of the hottest experiences of my life!... It was... Mr. BIG "O" man from some alone time I had a few nights ago He didn't know it was me, I don't think anyway. He never said. I'm rambling. Let me back track. I show up wearing my fave booty jeans and red tank. The sandals that show my toe cleavage LOL. Some sunglasses I took from the visor in my car. I was so nervous. The hallway was the longest hall I've ever walked down. Knees were shaking. Not from fear so much as excitement. Thoughts were racing in my head - "You can leave now" "It's not too late" " What if he wants to screw and you want to leave". Then I saw my hand knock on the door. "Breathe," I thought to myself. As the door begins opening I quickly turn and put on the mask and explain the discretion part. When I turn around to face him, I immediately recognize his eyes. His face. It's... someone I've known a long time... actually the father of someone I've known a long time. He's always been a good man. I've fantasized about him often. Older. Handsome. Strong yet willing to goof around with us. I was too young then. To awkward with my friend being his daughter. We get the money stuff out of the way - glad to hear he only wanted companionship also. My mind was racing again. Never thought I would know the person. With the excitement of this new experience and now this person that I know being there... something began to happen. My excitement grew into an almost overwhelming sexual desire to be with this man. He couldn't know it was me. He would have said something. I wanted him. Wanted him to have me. I felt submissive. Wanting to be submissive to him. It was almost as if I began watching things happen in the room. I told him he reminded me of someone. Then I remember hearing myself say something. Something I've never said to anyone, "You can do anything you want to me... anything!" Just remembering those words... I meant it... for him only. I dropped to my knees and placed his belt around my neck! I was breathing. I felt my breathing change but it was more due to me getting incredibly worked up because of handing over this much control. I would never do this with anyone else. Why with this man? I trust this man. I always have. I've given head before but this time... it was like I wanted him to understand how meaningful it was to me. Did he feel that way? I had so many emotions flowing through me, yet at the same time was entirely focused on him, feeling his control over me, feeling his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of him. Feel him in my throat. I'm not used to gagging on a cock and in the past I would have stopped giving some guy head if he pushed too hard or too fast, but tonight, I was giving myself to this man who didn't know who I was. I was his. I even encouraged him. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I think I remember even saying that to him! I was getting so incredibly wet while sucking him. I've never felt like this before. He gave me some of himself tonight. I'm smiling right now with my hand resting on my belly like I had a fabulous dessert. I gave his money back. Could never take his money for this. I'll work out the money thing with the service tomorrow. I've got funds to cover it. Only thing I could think to say on the way out was "I wont be far away." Maybe a visit could be arranged. I soaked through my panties and even noticed that my jeans were moist from how turned on I was. I drove home with one hand on the steering wheel ;) I'm off to the tub... hot bath... and the shower massager... this is going to be a fun night. March 20, 2007 - Talking with Tom less and less online. My mind keeps going back to Mr. O. Would he recognize me? Still learning more about sub/Dom. April 1, 2007 - Submissive. Subbie. Sub. None of the guys online are my cup of tea. One is too mean. One is wayyyyy to Dom. Too far away. Not honest. What about being Mr. O's little subbie? Wow. April 7, 2007 - My fantasies continue to focus around Mr. O and my submission. He barely did anything in our one encounter and it was because of my encouragement. But he took to it well I think. I remember the way he pulled the belt and cupped my head in his hand while he fucked my mouth... Bath tub time again. April 10, 2007 - Can a submissive help encourage someone to be her Dom? April 15, 2007 - I'm invited to HIS house. It's my chance. My friend is in town and she wants to have dinner. He couldn't know it was me. Would he hate me? Would he want me? I want him to know it was me. I started getting moist the minute I started thinking of going to his home. What will I wear? How should I act? Casual. Act like myself. I would want this man to want me, not some pretend version of me. April 20, 2007 - I could barely contain myself I was so nervous. My hands were trembling as I rang the doorbell. I was told to come in and there he was. Surely he saw me blush. My friend showed up quickly, I have missed her dearly and we began chatting. Throughout dinner my attention would go quickly to him. Can he tell I'm not the same girl who had been over before? Can he tell that I want him to know? Can he tell that I crave his control? Almost subconsciously I began tearing up a napkin. Just a couple of holes and a fold or two. I'm trying to not be obvious, but with her there I couldn't say or do anything out of the ordinary. I saw my chance as she needed some help in the kitchen. I went by him and let my hair go by his face. I heard him breathe in deeply then suddenly catch his breath and swing around toward me as I was in the doorway to the kitchen. I raised the makeshift Mardi Gras mask to my face and said "I wont be far away." And continued into the kitchen. I wonder what he was thinking. When we came out of the kitchen his expression was a combination of someone who had seen a ghost and someone who desperately wanted that ghost. After my friend responded to his offer to get drinks... I responded the only way I could, by tilting my head down, searching for him with my eyes and crying out in a whisper, "Anything."