This time of year, the early morning sunlight streams through my bedroom window, and unfortunately, I forgot to close the heavy drapes before I went to bed. As I walked toward the window to block the rays of sun that awoke me, I heard a car door close outside. I got to the window just in time to see Barry's sedan backing out of the driveway and speeding down the street. What the fuck was he doing here at this time of day...

I watched as Ken's little red sports car disappeared from view, and then I carried my bag and the notebook he'd given me into the house. As I emptied my bag into a laundry basket, I thought about Ken's offer and decided I needed to tell Daddy about it when I sent him my report on the weekend with him. As I headed toward the stairs, I noticed I had a couple of messages on my answering machine. I pressed play to listen. The...

"Holy fuck!" I heard Junior exclaim as my tiny black string bikini came into view, a sliver of fabric that held the top tight around my chest and the thong bottom that left little to the imagination. I was sure that the younger Sacks would be joining me shortly. I placed my mug on the table beside the chaise lounge closest to the pool, then sat down, stretching my legs straight and adjusting the trio of triangles covering...

I woke to the feel of a man's hand on my breast. I opened my eyes to the sight of a rock-hard cock inches above my face. Glancing around that hard-on, I was surprised by Junior's face staring down at me. This wasn't what I'd planned, but apparently, Ken had slipped out of bed and summoned his son to come by early to fuck his whore. Junior's hand squeezed my tit firmly, and I felt my nipple begin to harden into his palm. I...

I showered as quickly as I could, removing the pool chemicals from my body and hair. Ken walked in when I was sitting at the makeup mirror with a towel wrapped around my body, blow-drying my hair. He wore blue jeans and a checkered flannel shirt and asked, "How are we doing?" "I'll be done shortly, but I don't have anything as casual as you to wear," I said. Ken smiled and replied, "Check the closet; I'm sure you can find...

I woke alone in his bed, feeling rather sticky between my thighs. The bright sunlight streaming in from the wall of windows opposite the bed made me squint as I sat up. I was still dressed, if you can call wearing a garter and stockings dressed, in the lingerie I'd worn while Ken fucked me silly last night. Where Ken had slept, I found a white terry cloth robe, which I assumed he had placed there sometime after he got up....

I expected Ken Sacks to pick me up at about four thirty, but by three, I was packed and getting ready to go. I hung my silvery cocktail dress in a garment bag and carefully folded everything into a small suitcase. After a shower, I picked out a lovely cream-colored pair of tailored dress slacks with a sharp crease running down the legs. To contrast the color of my slacks, I picked a brown satin blouse with light ruffles i...

As I smoothed my pencil skirt down over my hips and thighs, I noticed the tiny bumps in the fabric caused by the clasps of my garter. This won't do, I thought. I'd look too much like a whore walking into the lobby of the Grand Hilton, so I stepped out of my skirt and removed the garter. My thigh-high stockings would have to hold themselves in place. I liked my pencil skirt's sleek, slender look, which hugged my hips seduc...

I slept till noon on Monday and fully expected I would again be reminded that my report to Daddy about my appointment with Ken Sacks was late. To my surprise, he hadn't emailed me, so I composed a new email to him, completing my report and ending the email with an apology for the tartness of my report. I rechecked my email Monday evening and found nothing from Daddy, which was somewhat of a surprise since I was counting o...

I finished the coffee in my bedroom while doing my make-up and hair. I applied just the faintest eye shadow and a pale pink lip gloss for the picnic. A ponytail seemed appropriate for a casual picnic. I chose a white lace thong and a matching strapless bra. The sundress I'd chosen fits me perfectly, covering everything it should while accentuating my shape nicely. With the elastic pheasant top pulled down over my shoulder...

The rain had about stopped when I guided the Benz into my garage. I tossed my purse and keys on the kitchen counter and immediately headed for the relaxing surrounds of my bedroom and bath. Kicking off my shoes, I headed for the tub to start the water; a couple of capfuls of my favorite bubble bath instantly started foaming on the water's surface. I stripped off my wet clothes and stepped into the tub, sitting in about th...

I quickly discovered that you don’t learn the ins and outs of human resources during a few hours spent on the internet. I was concerned that Mr. Smith’s associates would see through my ruse immediately, so I’d have to rely on my brilliant smile and incredible looks to get me through the luncheon later today. Mr. Smith was expecting appropriate business attire, so after slipping into a black satin thong and matching bra, I...

The distinctive sound of rubber striking concrete and the instantaneous pressure of my stomach against the seat belt, when the pilot engaged the reverse thrust to bring the airliner to a safe stop, signaled my arrival home from an incredible weekend in Cancun, Mexico. Mitch was, without a doubt, the most generous client I’ve had during my relatively short career with Elegant Escorts, and I was sure that a second appointme...

I crawled into his lap and extended my legs toward one end of the sofa. "I love to snuggle," I commented as I settled on his lap. We snuggled playfully for the next half hour, kissing, caressing, and teasing each other. I was comfortable being with him this way and wondered if we would be the same when we met again in DC sometime down the road. I knew there was a possibility that he would speak of me with his boss, the di...

I knocked lightly on Jasmine's door, with Mitch standing directly behind me. Tiffany opened the door and grinned as we entered. "How's she doing?" I asked. "She's a little groggy, but I think she'll be fine in the morning," Tiffany replied. I walked into the living room, where James and Avery were seated at the bar having a drink. James had his back to me, but Avery looked at me as I approached. He looked worried; I'm sur...