I was eighteen when I applied for the job, I got it the next day and I've done it every day since then. I think that only a sex mad girl like me could like it but I do. I manage to get myself off at least twice a day and I earn mega bucks for doing it!

The company gave me a special phone number, one that all the adverts carry, they gave me several scripts just as guidelines and they told me I had to keep the punter talking for at least three minutes, after that all the money was mine. Some of the guys are seriously weird but others, well they're mostly okay and some sound really nice, they're the ones that get me off. There was one guy in particular, he phoned two or three times every week and always talked for about half an hour, I broke all the rules with him, but I really liked him and my hands were always in my panties while we talked. At first he talked about what I was wearing and what I liked to do in bed, he was well into incest so I pretended I was fucking my brother. I don't have a brother but he didn't know that, he liked stockings too so I always said I was wearing some along with tiny little panties, (which I really do wear.) He liked sexy pissing too, which I also enjoy, so I often took the phone into the bathroom and let him hear me doing it through my panties. I made over a hundred a week just out of him so he was lucrative to me, but as I said he sounded nice and he was always polite to me. I always looked forward to his calls. The night I broke the rules was when I'd had a few too many to drink and I was feeling particularly horny. I asked him for an address and promised to send him a pair of my wet panties. It was an office address in a very good part of town and of course I knew his name then; Richard Carpenter. I had to mark the package personal to make sure only he got it. He did and phoned me back the very next night to thank me. "They smelled gorgeous," he said. "Would you send me some more?" I said I would and that was when he asked for my address so he could send me some money. At first I refused but he was insistent and eventually I gave in and gave him my address and then two days later fifty pounds arrived in an envelope. He phoned that night again and asked if I'd bought anything nice with the money. "I bought a rubber micro skirt," I said truthfully, "Does it cover your bottom?" "Just about," I laughed. "But I'd have to wear it for a friend, a close friend." He growled then and I felt my pussy leaking. "I bought some rubber g-strings too," I said and he growled again. "You're making me wet," I said and that was when I broke the rules again. I gave him my own phone number and told him that every time he spent five minutes on the "special" number he could ring my private number afterwards. He rang every night from then onwards and then said he'd love to take me out for a drink one night. "Why don't you come here?" I said chucking another rule out of the window. "I can cook you a meal and I can show you my rubber skirt." "Show me or wear it?" he asked and my hand stole down into my panties, "I could wear it for you," I said seductively, "And a rubber g-string too." He growled again and I came, gasping and whimpering. "Are you all right?" he asked and I giggled. "I just came," I laughed. "That growl of yours is so sexy, I couldn't help it, why don't you come round now?" "I'll be there in half an hour," and he rang off. I used the time to shower, do my hair, put some make up on and slip into a tight, white tee shirt that showed my nipples clearly. Along with a tiny black rubber g-string and the rubber skirt, I looked a real slut, but I felt so fucking horny, I just didn't care. He was even better looking than I'd imagined, tall, dark and very well built, although a bit older than I'd have thought. "You must be Kirsty," he smiled and shook my hand politely. "Yes and you must be Richard." "Yes and may I say you look gorgeous?" "Thank you." He'd brought champagne with him so I put it in the freezer for a few minutes.  I sensed him behind me and then I felt his hands on my waist, I was tingling with desire.  I turned round and his lips crushed mine, I melted into his arms returning his kiss with fervor.  We sucked tongues and swapped saliva while he ran his hands up inside the back of my tee shirt making me shiver.  I felt his hardness pressing into my stomach and I moaned that I wanted him inside me.  He pulled my tee shirt off over my head while I unzipped his trousers, God his prick was huge, I could only just manage to get my fist round it.  I felt his hands under my skirt stroking my ass, a finger slipped under the string and I shuddered with pleasure as it caressed my nether hole. "Do me there," I moaned. "Just like we talked about." I turned and presented my barely clad bottom to him. "Oh Christ," he growled. "That's beautiful, just fucking beautiful." Sinking to his knees he pressed his face between my cheeks and I felt his tongue lapping at me. "You taste like a dream," he said softly and pushed his tongue up into my tiny hole. "I fuck like a whore," I hissed, "Shove that monster up me, come on shag my bum hole." Roughly, he pushed me against the table and whipped my g-string to one side, I squealed as he pushed into me, then I screamed as his prick skewered me deeply. I started to come immediately and I was still coming as I felt his prick spewing in my rectum, but incredibly it stayed hard and I was able to enjoy a nice long anal fuck, my first for a long time. He reached round and caressed my clitoris, squeezing it gently between his fingers, he played with my nipples and squeezed them too whilst using his other hand on my cunt. "I'm going to come again," I gasped, "But this is going to be a wet one, I lose control." "Perfect," he said, "Do it baby, do it, squirt all over me." The friction in my bum was almost unbearable, I seemed to get hotter and hotter, then I think my brain burst. I screamed, I pushed myself back to allow him in even deeper. He pushed and then held himself perfectly still while I rode out the most incredible and wettest orgasm I'd ever had! I pulled my string back on then and we cuddled together on the sofa, his hand gently stroking my inner thighs. "The champagne will be ready now," I suggested and he growled again as I got up to pour it. "Kirsty your bum is to die for," he laughed. "I'm getting hard again already." "Save it mister," I laughed. "I'll want more later on, much, much more." "Come on I'll show you my bedroom." "Are you planning on kidnapping me?" he laughed."If so will you take your skirt off first, I want to look at your bum all the time."

I did and my g-string too, but I made him strip naked as well before leading him by the cock through to the bedroom. "Hey this is beautiful," he said as he saw my bed, an old four poster that I'd lovingly restored myself, it had taken me three months but the wood had come up lovely, I'd draped pink net curtains all around it and found an old fashioned bolster, it was my pride and joy, I loved it. "You're the only man to see this," I told him truthfully and pulled him down onto it. He was ready and every bit as eager as me, his lips found my nipples and sucked at each one in turn before running his tongue down to my navel, he tickled when he explored it, but then his head dipped lower and a shock of sheer pleasure ran through me as his tongue gently parted my cunt lips. "Mmm," he said softly, "I thought your ass was sweet, but this, this is something else." I lay back and let him eat me, he was a magician with his mouth, time after time he took me to the very brink of an orgasm only to stop at the last minute.  He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and nibbled it gently.  He licked up my plentiful juices telling me they were better than the champagne and then he drew himself up over me and gently, with all the tenderness in the world, he made love to me. I could have said that he fucked me but that would have been an injustice to him as a man and a lover. He worshipped me, I eased my legs round his back and locked my ankles whilst locking my mouth onto his. "Richard," I breathed, ""This is beautiful, you're amazing, I can feel every vein in your cock, I've never felt like this, no-one's ever made love to me like this before." "You've never met the right man before," he said tenderly, then suddenly he stopped. "What?" I said mystified, "Richard what's wrong?" "Who's that?" he asked, his voice low, he was looking at a photo in a frame on my bedside cabinet. "That's just me and my mum," I said, "But she's dead now." "Your mum's name is Kathleen right?" "Right, but how did you --?" Then the awful truth dawned on me. "No," I shouted, "No, no, no." He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. "Oh God, what have I done?" I got up and went back into the kitchen where I lit a cigarette, sat in the chair and promptly burst into tears. He came through and put his arms round me. "Kirsty, I'm sorry darling, I'm so, so sorry, I had no idea." "It's spoiled," I said in barely a whisper, "I thought I'd found the perfect man, a man who didn't just use me." I laughed bitterly. "And he turns out to be my father for fuck's sake." I choked on the laugh and it turned into tears, I cried buckets, not just for me, but for him too, Richard, my dad! "You might not be my dad." I said through the tears, "I don't want you to be him." "Kirsty, Kirsty darling, look at me." I looked and saw his tears, I wasn't the only one hurting. "Answer me one question." "Six," I said bitterly, "I know what the question will be, I've got six toes on my left foot, how many have you got Richard?" "Six," he said barely audibly, "I'd better go." "Dad," I said simply and he looked at me questioningly, but I just shook my head. "I just wanted to call you dad, it's all I've ever wanted," my voice broke and I began to cry again. Hurriedly he sat down next to me and took me into his arms. "Kirsty darling," he said quietly, "You've no idea how mixed up my emotions are. I thought I'd met a girl who would be special to me, I didn't dare hope that you could be "the one." "And I turn out to be your daughter," I finished for him, "Yes, but you said you and your brother were, well you know." "Fantasy Richard, I was just feeding your fantasy." "Oh I see." "No," I shouted, "No you don't see, you don't see at all Richard, you wanted incest, it was your fantasy, now it's happened, you just want to walk away, you can't deal with it." "I don't feel like I thought I would." "Is that it then, are you just going to walk away?" "No, I don't know Kirsty, I just don't know." "I don't either dad, but I don't want you to go." "You don't?" "No I don't, dad." "You keep calling me dad" "Dad," I said again and then chuckled, "We're sitting her on my sofa, stark naked and we're wondering what to call each other." "Mad isn't it?" he smiled and I nodded in agreement, "Crazy, dad, or would you prefer daddy?" I said. "I don't know sweetheart, but I don't want to leave either." "You've still got a hard on dad," I grinned, "Daddy." "Is it any wonder, nothings changed you know, you might be my daughter but you're still one hell of a sexy young lady." "Do you think a daughter should suck her daddy's prick?" I asked and gave him my best little innocent schoolgirl look. "Well personally, I think that it would be all right for her to suck her daddy's prick as long as he was licking her sweet little cunt at the same time." I slithered down his body and took his lovely big prick into my mouth. "It's Saturday tomorrow isn't it daddy?" "Yes darling, why?" "Do you work Saturdays?" "No." "Oh good," I said and moved round until my cunt was over his mouth, "We've got until Monday morning to work out our relationship." "I've already worked it out." he said in between long, sexy swipes of his tongue over my yearning cunt. "Monday morning we go to my house, we pack everything I've got and then we come back here." "Why?" "Because this is where my little girl lives and I want to be with her." "Fuck me daddy," I said, "Come up here and fuck me." He did, this time he didn't make love to me, he fucked me and I fucking loved it! We did everything that weekend, we couldn't get enough of each other. He loved watching me on the toilet and then insisted that he dried me using his tongue. I cheated of course and filled his mouth a few times, but he loved it and always begged for more. We laid towels out over the floor and let ourselves go over each other whilst in a sixty nine. We went out for meals, me sans panties and he fingered me sitting at our table, I lost count of the number of times he sodomized me, but I was always ready for more. On the Monday morning I woke him up by sucking on his lovely fat cock. I felt him stirring, I saw his eyes flicker open and he came filling my mouth with his hot, creamy spunk. I swallowed most of it but knowing how kinky he was, I moved up to him and opened my mouth to let him see his own seed there before I kissed him. It looked like being a very rewarding relationship!