All characters depicted are eighteen or above.
My name is Jayne Parker. I wrote my first piece of erotic literature very recently. It is an eleven part story, detailing my descent, (if you like), into full time prostitution.
It's entitled "School Slut."
To summarise, very briefly, I began my career at school. I was eighteen at the time, and in my final year.
I serviced both males, and females, in the girls toilets. I made good money performing sexual acts, pleasing both them, and myself.
I discovered a love of being spanked, humiliated, and sexually used.
If that's your thing, you may want to read that story first.
Not long after my eighteenth birthday, my father and I began an incestuous relationship.
My mother had moved out about a year before. For a long time, it was just him and me, in the house.
Sexual tension between us had increased to the point where fucking, had become inevitable.
He loved to see me in my school uniform, skimpy underwear, or dressed up for a night out.
Long before we actually had sex, our relationship could not have been described as "appropriate."
I would rub against him when he gave me a loving kiss. If I bought any new clothing, particularly underwear, I would model them provocatively, in front of him.
I would lie on my bed in my school uniform, with one leg up, making sure he could see up my skirt, as he passed the open door.
I would lie on the sofa, sometimes in my uniform, sometimes in just my underwear, my head on his lap. I loved to feel his cock grow hard, as I moved my curly hair against it.
It was only a question of time.
As described in detail in my previous story, I had come home from school, and my father had bought me, what I now call, my "whore's outfit". I had put on the lacy, red, bra and panties, along with red pull ups, and black heels.
I had paraded myself in front of him, sat on his knee, then we fucked.
I had offered myself up for sex, wherever, and whenever, he wanted it.
We didn't sleep together, but we would fuck at every given opportunity.
It was sordid, filthy, delicious sex. I would dress up for him in whatever outfit he wanted. He loved buying me underwear, dresses, skirts and shoes. By far his favorite outfit, was definitely, my school uniform. He could never resist putting his hand up my skirt, whilst I talked filthily, in his ear.
This brings me to the evening when I was lying on the sofa, in my uniform, with my head on his lap. I had opened my blouse. He was stroking my nipples through my red bra. It was his birthday the next day, and I had a lovely surprise for him.
"Do you remember my friend Carla, Daddy?"
I knew he would. She was the same age as me, and we were in the same year at school. She had long red hair, and was stunning. She lived with her mother. She too, was a knockout.
I trusted her to the point where I could confide in her about my relationship with my father. She said that it turned her on, and that she fantasised about us having sex, and her joining in. It had taken little persuasion when I invited her round for Daddy's birthday.
"Of course I remember her, Darling."
"Well, I've invited her round for fun and games, tomorrow night. Would you like that Daddy? We'll both be in our school uniforms."
Daddy definitely liked that. He was wearing only, track suit bottoms, and a t shirt. He wasn't wearing any underpants. I could feel his cock harden against my head.
"Take your track suit bottoms off. You'll be more comfortable, and I want to feel your cock, in my hair."
He slid them off.
I laid my head against his stiff penis.
"That's better Daddy. Right, I'll give her a ring."
Carla was very pleased to hear from me.
"Hi Jayne. Dare I ask what you're up to?"
"Right now, I'm lying on the sofa. I'm in my school uniform, Daddy's hard cock is next to my head."
"Give it a kiss from me."
I did so. My father smiled.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I'm lying on my bed, stroking my pussy. I'm wearing my mother's black frilly panties and bra."
