My friend's daughter is also my escort?

As a successful businessman, I travel often. I enjoy the many locales I visit, usually for

business, except for a significant drawback. I have little time to date or put into a

relationship. Predictably, as a man in my mid-thirties, I get quite lonely. i found myself

searching out the better escort services in the cities I frequent. One of those cities is also

the home of a very good, long time friend and his family. It also happens to be the home of my

favorite escort service.

Steve and I met during my first job right out of college. He was a few years older than I but we

got to know each other well. He had a wife, Jan and a daughter named Megan. We all got along

well and Megan seemed to look up to me like a big brother. And why not, I was at their house for

dinner at least twice a week, since Jan was a wonderful cook and generous person. About three

years ago I left to start my own company in another city. So each time I make my way back we

always go out and catch up on things. This trip back was no different.

As I'd been accustomed to, I called the escort service as soon as I arrived and set up a date for

Tuesday night at 9pm. Instead of requesting a particular girl, I just told them to send me their

newest, youngest escort. Now, the only night Steve and Jan could meet for dinner was also Tuesday

night. So I told them that would be fine, but we'd have to finish by eight.

Tuesday night arrived and we met for dinner as usual. But since Megan was now in college she was

too busy to join us. So the three of us enjoyed a nice dinner, reminisced, and caught up on the

latest happenings in our lives. A few minutes before eight we said our goodbyes. I went to a

local liquor store and bought a good bottle of wine in preparation for my "date".

I arrived at the hotel restaurant a couple of minutes after nine and spotted an attractive young

brunette, hair a little below her shoulders and wearing a tight black dress that barely reached

her thighs. Assuming this was my date I walked up and sat next to her. "Hello, I'm Derek", I

said. As she looked up and turned my way I recognized her instantly. "Megan! I didn't expect to

see you here. How are you?"

I expected her to be excited to see me. Instead, her face turned suddenly pale and deflated.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" I asked. She feigned a smile. "Of course I am,

Derek. It's just that ..." she turned her head back toward the bar and looked down. "I think I'm

your date for tonight."

"My date?" I thought to myself. Then it hit me. When I realized it was Megan at the bar I just

assumed I was mistaken about her being my date. Once the initial shock wore off I managed to

break the silence. "You work for the escort service?"

She nodded. "College is so expensive and I don't have time to hold down a real job. I didn't

know what else to do." I put my hand on her shoulder and reassured her. "Hey, there's nothing to

be ashamed of. But I have to ask, do your parents know?"

"No! And please, you have to swear you won't tell them!"

"Don't worry, Megan. I won't say a word. Besides, I don't exactly want them knowing I use an

escort service!" I say with a light chuckle, bringing a smile to her face and clearly loosening

her up a bit.

"So why is a good looking guy like you using escorts?" she asked. I sighed before saying, "Why

don't we go up to my room and we can catch up." She nodded and we got up from our barstools, left

the restaurant and boarded the elevator.

"So are you going to answer my question?" she asked. "I just don't have time for a real

relationship and I can't deal with the lonliness." She nodded again. "I understand." As we rode

up the elevator I assessed this awkward situation. I couldn't get past the fact that when Megan

reached her middle teens she really blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. I was attracted to

her, no doubt, and sometimes found myself fantasizing about her. And now here we were. Her an

escort and me her client.

We reached my floor, got off the elevator and walked to my room. I unlocked the door and we both

went inside. Megan went over and sat on the bed, seeming relaxed and comfortable. "Care for a

glass of wine? I got it for you, errr, my date ... well, you know what I mean." She laughed and

said, "Sure, a glass of wine sounds nice."

I poured us each a glass, handing her one and sitting beside her. "So what do you think about

being an escort?" I asked, hoping she felt comfortable enough to talk about it. She took a sip of

wine and replied, "I was real nervous at first. But my first client was nice and understanding.

I actually enjoyed it. Since most of the guys are businessmen, and frequent customers, they are

pretty decent and respectful."

As she talked and drank, I was getting a better look at her. Still positively gorgeous and even

more so in that tight black dress. I couldn't help but wonder what she was wearing underneath.

Do I dare try and find out? The last thing I would want to do is harm our friendship. But there

was no denying the fact that I was getting aroused listening to her talk about her work and

imagining how good she might be at it.

"So my little Megan likes to meet total strangers and fuck them for money?" I asked boldly, hoping

I didn't just terminate a friendship. She looked surprised at first but laughed. "Yeah, I guess

I do!" I wasn't sure if she was just that comfortable around me or the wine was having an effect,

but I didn't care.

I put my hand on her leg and confided, "You know Megan, I have held this secret crush on you since

you were 16." She looked down at my hand, then directly into my eyes. "Derek, you have no idea

how often I imagined that the guy I was with was you." My heartrate jumped in an instant upon

hearing that the feeling was mutual.

I took her wine glass and set it on the table before pressing my lips to hers. Our kiss was

filled with lust and I could already feel her hands tugging on my shirt. I helped by removing my

tie and loosening the buttons so she could push my shirt off my shoulders and to the floor. I

kicked off my shoes and removed my socks while Megan did the same.

I stood her up and reached behind, lowering the zipper on her dress. I pushed it off each

shoulder and stared as it fell to the floor around her ankles. I had to catch my breath as she

stood before me in a matching black lace bra and panty, with ultra-sexy thigh-high black

stockings. It was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen.

In a moment Megan was on her knees unfastening my pants. She quickly freed my growing cock and

wasted no time taking it into her mouth. I moaned as the wet warmth enveloped my engorged member

and her sexy, lust-filled eyes looked up at me. It wasn't the best head I'd received, but it

might as well have been. After all, this was Megan, the daughter of my good friend and girl I'd

fantasized about. And now she was licking, sucking, devouring my cock.

After a few minutes I pulled her up. I just had to see her naked body. She smiled as she

playfully pushed me back on the bed. She reached behind and unhooked her bra. She turned around

before letting the bra drop to the floor next to her dress. she then hooked her thumbs under the

waist of her panties and as she bent over, slowly worked the them over her hips and ass, then down

her legs. She stepped out them, backwards, toward the bed and wear I sat. I reached out and took

her ass in my hands, caressing the smooth, soft skin before standing up. I reached around and

cupped her lovely breasts as my erection pressed against her lower back.

She reached around and managed to grab my cock. I gave her enough room to gently stroke me. My

hands slid down her stomach until I felt a nicely manicured patch of hair on her pubic mound. A

little further and found her treasure, a slit that was already moist and two smooth, puffy pussy

lips. I rubbed it for a few seconds but Megan wasn't in a patient state of mind. "Derek, I've

wanted to feel you inside me for so long. Please ... I need it now."

I wasn't about to deny her so we spun around and I bent her over the bed. I knew she was wet and

ready so I rubbed my cock head on her pussy just enough to get it wet. I entered her slowly but

fully. we moaned simultaneously in what sounded like lustful harmony. Both of our fantasies were

being fulfilled.

Grasping her hips I fucked her slowly but gradually picked up the pace. Both our bodies were

rocking, her ass pushing back to meet my thrusts. Our grunts and moans filled the air. "Oh, oh,

ohhhh", she repeated with each stroke. I marveled at how tight Megan's pussy was in spite of her

work. And from her moans I could tell she was more than satisfied with my cock.

Fucking my fantasy girl from behind felt fantastic, but I just had to see her face. I pulled out

and she instinctively turned over and laid back on the bed. I climbed on and knelt between her

knees. I took a couple of calming breaths before re-entering her perfectly presented pussy. As I

resumed thrusting I watched as her lips invitingly wrapped around my shaft. I looked up and again

gazed into Megan's lust-filled eyes. I knew I wouldn't last much longer so I took as much of her

in as I could.

Barely a minute passed before I felt my orgasm was immenent. To my delight her squeals became more

numerous and intense. I knew she was about to cum, too! I announced my climax, "Ohhh, Megan, I'm

going to cum!" This excited her enough to push us both over the edge. Our bodies tensed, our

eyes clinched shut, my thrusting became harder and faster. Within a few seconds of each other our

voices cried out in ecstasy as our orgasms overwhelmed us. I felt her pussy tighten, which

triggered my cock to erupt, sending streams of cum deep inside her. She shook and her hips thrust

upward from her own orgasmic bliss. From that high point of climax our bodies began their descent

back to normalcy. I fell on top of her and we managed a brief kiss before I rolled over.

We laid there several minutes until our breathing returned to normal. I was the first to speak.

"Wow, that was incredible." Megan responded, "No guy has ever made me cum. That was awesome!"

We eventually cleaned up and got dressed. We shared another glass of wine while we brought each

other up to date on our lives. Before she left we embraced and reassured one another that our

friendship was still intact.

My only regret from the evening was that I didn't get to taste her succulent flower. But her

scent remained on my fingers. And that would have to do until the next time I'm in town on

business.