Aubree Learned a new Profession - Sex Stories

Aubree Learned a new Profession

... to my father. He was waiting, he was nude, he had an erection. I looked at him from eyes to hard-on then asked, “What the hell would you do with that if I just returned the money?”

“I have a no-return policy, sorry dear,” he warned, “and I’m collecting all the IOUs tonight.” Dad put a hand on my stomach and pressed up, under the top to my breasts. He played, pressed, tweaked, and pinched my breasts and nipples just long enough to get them stiff. He pulled my panties off, pushed my left leg wide, then pressed his cock between my thighs where I took over and helped him find a home. It was happening quickly; he was in a hurry to get fucked so I didn’t get a chance to look at him. I didn’t see his erection, but I sure as hell felt it. It felt long and solid when I held him to my cunt, and I could feel the thickness and slickness of it as he slipped in until his pubic hair brushed mine. He pulled out to get comfortable so I took the opportunity to grip and fondle his cock. As I held my beginnings, I realized my father was hung, this could be fun. Dad fumbled a condom from his nightstand then after I rolled it up his stiff cock, he and I commenced to barter; me for his money and he for my body.

First-time sex is always a bit of a rush, the feelings are new and how it happens is always an experiment. My father rolled over me reached between his legs hefted his large erection and pressed it home. I fucked a BBC a couple of times and I knew immediately my father was more ...

... impressive. I turned my head to the alarm clock and began the countdown. It took him just over six minutes to get off. He pushed up full on his arms, his legs began to shake then I could feel him convulsing as he pumped the condom full. When Dad was done moving, he was still over me, the only connection was his cock in my cunt. He opened his eyes, smiled, and said, “Best fucking money I ever spent, those girls are going to miss me.” He flopped to his side, pulled the rubber off, threw it to the floor then stretched and yawned. He fingered his cock and adjusted his balls until he was comfy, “Good night, Aubree, I got to sleep.”

At first, I was a little upset that he could just fucking go to sleep immediately after he got off, but then rationalized; he paid me. I can’t expect flowers and music when he pays for it. I rolled over and kissed my dad on the cheek, “Love you, you nasty old fuck, good night.” He mumbled incoherently as I left his room.

In the 42 minutes from when the money fell to my blanket until the man fell asleep, I made $100. I sat on my bed to open my tablet but leaned back and thought about what I had done. I sold myself. I sold myself to my father, and the tax man didn’t know. I didn’t feel guilt, weird, depraved, evil, unhealthy, immoral, suicidal, or mentally screwed up. I felt screwed, I got fucked, and I didn’t mind. I got fucked, and I took the money, and I didn’t mind. If I were to tell it, I was inwardly delighted at how easy it was. I just lay on my ...