Jen's dad, Paul, unbeknownst to his family, had a habit. His wife was frigid and cared only about social status, and so they hadn't had sex in months. And all the while, he was perversely aware of how hot his daughter was, especially in her tight cheerleader's outfit. But she seemed to be turning into a money-hungry bitch like her mother.
So he saw nothing wrong in giving money to another woman, especially when he actually got sex out of it. He'd been doing it increasingly frequently for a couple of months, and now he felt like it wasn't enough. It needed to be more seedy and illicit, more thrilling. He wanted to fuck a hooker on his marital bed, while she wore his wife's clothes.
Today, he'd called in sick to work, and trawled the seedier neighborhoods, looking for someone who worked days, unlikely as that was. And here was... one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen. He rolled up beside her. She dressed like a whore, but... why was a chick that hot a prostitute? "Looking for business?"
Paul's erection nearly split his pants as Kylie leaned into the car. Those tits... wow... "Uh... um... ah..."
The gorgeous blond giggled. "I guess you're looking for some fun. Hmmm? Wanna fuck my slutty little pussy?" One hand squeezed a jiggling tit. "Like what you see?"
For a moment, Jen's dad could only nod. Then he managed to muster his reserves. "Do you wanna come back to my place?" Kylie frowned. That sounded dangerous, what if it was a trick? But... look at that lovely cock. It could work out. She could ride it and get paid and maybe throw in a freebie so she could ride it again. But she didn't want anything awful to happen.
Paul realised she was hesitating. "I'll pay you double." Kylie's mouth formed more of an O-shape than its existing pout. Double the pay for sex?
She didn't bother opening the door, slithering in the window to land on Paul's lap, hand pressing on his cock as she slid her chest up against his, lips inches from his. Her ass followed, writhing in those tight shorts. "Drive."