Daddy's Girl

tags: M/f, cons, teen, incest, prostitution, sex, oral

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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That day I was the last to get to the break room at work. I was tired and hungry, but I had to finish a weld before I stopped for lunch, so by the time I got there most were already eating.

The place was rather big for us, with room for twice as many people, a leftover from a time when the company had a lot more employees. Nowadays most of us preferred to sit together, though a few, like me, wanted a few minutes of quiet and we sat alone.

When I entered the room I sat away from the rest, just wanting some peace. People didn't notice me, and so he kept taking despite me being there.

“I am telling you, I saw her at the Love & Rockets last night. I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was her, I am sure.” Mike said as everybody around him listened. “She was dancing and taking her clothes off as every men in the room watched her.”

Mike was always boasting about having fucked this or that girl, so this was nothing new. I hardly paid him attention anymore, but for some reason that day I did.

“Isn't she, like… underage?” another man asked him.

“Not anymore, now they can get girls as young as 14 years old on the stage. I am telling you, she might have small breasts, but her ass was amazing and her cunt looked good enough to eat from.” Mike said, laughing out loud.

A few other men laughed with him, while others looked away uncomfortably.

“You sure it was her, though?” another man asked.

“Yeah, it was her. I forget her real name, though she calls herself Alyssa there.” he said, as everybody around him nodded. “I saw her last month at the new year's party. It’s Jacob’s daughter all right…”

It took me a second to realize that was my name, but when I did I froze in place. Holding my breath, I closed my eyes as the men’s laughter faded away and my ears started ringing.

It couldn't be. He was just joking.

“I mean, her cunt was dripping wet by the end of the show, I am telling you… dripping wet!” he said as he laughed. “Man, what I would give to cum all over her pretty face.”

A moment later I realized that I was standing behind him, and that the rest of the men were watching me.

It was then that Mike turned around, suddenly realizing that something was not right. His smile faltered a little, but not for long.

“Hey man, what’s up?” he said, trying to act calm.

I wanted to punch him right in that stupid face of his, but instead I just watched him in silence for a full minute. Not a single men seemed to move, as everybody waited. It was common knowledge that I didn't like him much. He was careless with his work, and a few people had had injuries because of his fault.

“You needed anything?” he finally said, his face shiny with sweat.

“Why are you lying about my daughter?” I asked him, my voice low and full of anger.

“I am not lying, I really saw her. If you don't like it maybe you should talk to her, don't you think?” he said a second later, looking at the rest of the men in search of approval.

He sounded nervous though, and he knew it. A second later I saw him wiping his face with the back of his hand as he watched me.

I still wanted to punch him, even more than before, but I knew I couldn't.

“Don't mess with my daughter.” I told him before I turned around.

I was trembling with rage, and I knew I had to get away before I did something stupid. I wasn't hungry anymore, so thought I would just grab my things and I would take a walk outside.

But Mike just didn’t know when to quit.

“Maybe next time I am there I will take a picture for him, don't you guys think?” he said a moment later, laughing behind my back.

Before even I realized what I was doing, I grabbed him by the back of his hair, pulling his head back until he started screaming, and then I slammed it against the table.

Food flew in all direction as his face smashed on top of his tray, splitting it in two. A few men gasped in shock as I heard his nose breaking.

After pulling him up once more, I looked into his dazed eyes and then I did it again.

“My nose!” he screamed in agony as I released him.

Unable to move, he collapsed on the table, groaning in agony as he grabbed his face. He was bleeding pretty bad, both from his broken nose and from a deep cut above his right eye. The men around him looked away, moving their trays to the other side of the table, and no one said a single word.

“She is only 14 years old, you sick fuck…” I said, trembling with rage. “I don't want to hear you talking about her, don't you understand?”

He looked at me, dazed from the blows, before he nodded slowly, wincing in pain.

After that I turned around and I sat back down at my table. I wasn't hungry, but I ate anyway.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off I realized what I had done. It would cost me my job, I was sure of that. If I was lucky I might get a suspension, but if he wanted he could have me fired. And stupid or not, he knew that.

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I got lucky, though, and in the end all I got was a warning. He never told on me, either out of fear or something else, thought management eventually found out that he hadn't really fallen in the bathroom as he had said.

The next day I was called to the production manager's office where he told me that violence inside the factory would not be tolerated and that next time I would be fired on the spot. He said that management was disappointed with me, after all this years, I should have known better.

However, after I left, I had a sense that it had all been a show. He was, after all, an asshole with everyone, not just me. Maybe I really been doing them a favor.

A few days passed and he finally returned to work, looking like a mapache with two black eyes and a broken nose. He looked at me fearfully once and after that every time I looked his way he found something interesting to look at his feet.

I tried to forget what had happened, especially at home, but soon it proved to be impossible.

At night I had nightmares, in which Maggie was strip dancing for me. We were usually in a club, thought it was empty except for us, and out of nowhere she started dancing. Piece by piece, she undressed in front of me as I watched, fascinated by her beauty, until I finally woke up.

Covered in sweat and breathing heavily, I usually spent the rest of the night awake, and if I did go back to sleep, I did it fearing that one night I would mention her name as I slept. What if my wife woke up next to me as I whispered my daughter’s name, my cock hard under the sheets.

During the day it wasn't any easier. Every time I saw her I had to look away. Maggie had always been gorgeous, especially to me, but I had always trusted her. She was responsible and caring, much more than other girls her age, she helped around the house and she always did her homework without having to be told. I loved her with all my heart.

I had never fantasized with her, or even her friends, before that. She was my daughter, she was too young, it wasn't right. I felt like and asshole just for thinking those thing about her. But I couldn't stop myself.

Every time she came home late, or if she stayed at a friend’s house I wondered if she had told the truth. Was she really studying, or was she at the club, as he had said.

It soon turned into an obsession, and despite my efforts I couldn't stop thinking about it. I knew one day it would drive me crazy. I had to do something, and unfortunately, the only thing that came to my mind was to go and see for myself.

That day, right after work, I called my wife and I asked her where Maggie was.

“She told me she was going to a friend's house to study. She said they have a presentation tomorrow, about something… I wasn't listening. Why?” she said.

“Nothing, just curious. Hey, I thought I could go to Matthew's place, help him with some stuff. Do you mind if I eat something there?” I asked her, trying not to sound too nervous. “I might be back a little late.”

“Sure, no problem. Let me know when you are coming back. I might watch a movie on the couch, or maybe I will just go to bed early. I am wasted, really. I could use some sleep.” she said, sounding more relieved than sorry. If she was alone she wouldn't have to cook.

“See you later, honey.” she said just before she hung up.

With that done, I grabbed my car and I drove towards the club.

It was not the first time I went to a strip club, but the last time had been almost 20 years ago, just before I met my wife. Things had changed a little in that time.

Gone was the greasy little place I used to go to. Instead, this place was all steel and glass, with dark lights and electronic music blasting all around. It was still early when I entered, so I chose a table on the back. It was dark and away from the stage, so it would be hard for anyone to notice me.

Even then I felt wrong for just being in there. What if someone noticed me? I didn’t want for my wife to think I was cheating on her. It would break her heart.

After ordering a beer, I made myself as inconspicuous as possible and then I simply waited.

There were just a few men around, mostly drinking alone, thought a few were together. Then the DJ introduced the first girl of the night and I held my breath as a girl, obviously older than my daughter, walked onto the stage. She was dressed as stereotypical sexy cop, and soon she was pole dancing in front of the men.

They watched her carefully, cheering with every piece of clothing she pulled off, until she was finally naked. She walked slowly around the stage, still dancing to the music, as men slipped a few buck into her garter, and then the show was over and the music returned full volume.

Ten minutes later the next show came, and then another. With everyone I held my breath, fearing that at any moment Maggie would come out, but she didn't.

Then after an hour a new girl appeared. She must have been 15 years old, if not less, though she looked gorgeous.

I knew that things had changed, and that as he had said girls 14 years old and up could strip dance. But seeing it in front of me was completely different. She was my daughter's age, she could be one of her friends at school.

It was shocking to see her undressing unashamedly in front of all those men, and though I didn't want to admit it, I was excited too.

I could feel my cock twitching under my pants as it grew hard while on the stage the girl showed everyone her young pussy.

I had been married for 18 years, and I had never cheated on my wife. Neither did I watch porn, except when my wife was out of town for work. But I was happy with my marriage, and we still had regular sex, even after Maggie was born.

But after all that time I had forgotten something, I couldn't say what it was, not quiet, but it was there, just in front of me. Maybe it was because it was knew. She was knew.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, and the fact that I couldn't made me even more horny.

But once the show was over I told myself I had to concentrate on what I had gone there for.

Girl after girl, they appeared on the stage, and I felt like an asshole. Of course she wasn't there. I got angry at him once more, and I also cursed myself for being so stupid. Maybe he had wanted to piss me off from the beginning, only he hadn't counted on me beating him.

And then the music slowed down once more. I took a sip from my beer as my body started tingling, and then the lights when down, just as the DJ started talking.

“Gentlemen, I have the pleasure of introducing a pretty special girl for you tonight. You know her of course, the only, the incredible Alyssa!” he screamed as the music resumed its dizzying tempo.

At first I just waited, not realizing what he had said. It had been a while since I had so many beers in one night, so I was a little drunk, but then it finally hit me.

Alyssa. He had said her name was Alyssa. But, no, surely it had to be another girl, surely.

The girl appeared the back of the stage, stopping there for a moment as every eye in the room found her.  Her face was still in shadow, but I could see her body clearly.

She was wearing see-through underwear, allowing everyone to see her small pale breast and her smooth pussy. A pair of lacy cuffs were around her wrists and she also wore a pair of black high heels. There was nothing fancy about it, but it looked good on her, and the cuffs made me want to tie her to a bed so I could fuck her.

Then she took a step forwards, finally coming under the light as the music became even faster. She had tied her hair, a light shade of red, behind her hair into a long ponytail, and her face was as pale as milk.

But what struck me the most where her eyes. They were hidden behind a lacy mask, probably so no one could tell who she was, but it made little difference.

Unable to breathe, I waited as she started walking confidently towards the edge of the stage, looking around as the men started cheering.

Even under all the makeup, the mask and the black lights, I knew it was her. I could tell by the shape of her body, how her neck curved down to her shoulder, and worst of all, by the little scar on the left side of her hips.

I could still remember the day she got it. She must have been 8 or maybe 9 years old, but to me it seemed like an eternity. She had been learning how to ride her bike, and she fell. It had been just a scrape, but the scar had remained.

Then she stopped in front of the pole. She looked around once more, looking shyly at the men while she licked her lips, and then she started dancing.

Moving a little further into the dark, I watched her with growing horror as she climbed onto the pole before she started spinning around it.

It was obvious it wasn't her first time. She knew what she was doing and move after move, she performed flawlessly, showing her body to everyone as she smiled. Her hair wiped around, cascading of her shoulders every time she stopped and then she climbed off.

I told myself that she couldn't see me, but every time she looked around the room, I thought she was looking for me and soon I  started trembling.

Still dancing, she then turned around and she unclasped her bra before she let it drop to the floor.

Covering her breast with her arm, she turned around, blushing as men screamed at her. Then she dropped her hands at her sides before she looked away, a shy smile on her lips.

A few of the men started throwing rolled up dollar bills towards her, while others simply watched, sipping their beers with a smile on their faces.

I knew what they were thinking, and it made me feel sick.

On the stage, Maggie sent a few kisses into the air and then she continued dancing. I could hear the men around me calling her a slut or a whore, telling her what they would do to her while they laughed.

A minute later she stopped once more, spreading her legs apart as she turned around. I could see her panties, running between her asscheeks as she started pulling them down. My heart was beating furiously inside my chest as I watched, but she was just teasing them.

A moment later she pulled them up once more and then she kept dancing.

My mouth felt dry and I was sweating all over. I wanted to go away, as far as I could. I wanted to forget about it, but I couldn't. Instead I watched in silence, as I felt my body burning up.

I kept telling myself that it was wrong, that I shouldn't watch. And then, I felt my cock getting hard once more as I watched my daughter undressing.

The men watching her were losing all control. They laughed, they screamed, and they threw money at her as she kept dancing.

Maggie knew how much she could push them, though, and before her tease became too much, she stopped. She finally pulled her panties off, and then she threw them away before she returned to the pole.

Wearing only her high heels and her mask, she climbed once more, rubbing her pussy all over the pole as she held herself up with her legs. I could see the metal surface, dripping with her juices as she flipped around, turning over her head before landing on the stage.

Without missing a beat, she dropped on her knees and then she sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide apart as I watched, mesmerized by the sight.

She looked shyly at the men around her, thought she was smiling. Her pussy, now in full view, was dripping wet and a moment later she ran her fingers over it. She ran them around her clit, moaning loudly as every men screamed and then she started licking her lips.

The sound was deafening, and I felt their screams resonating inside my chest as she turned around. Resting on her knees and her hands, she moved her ass at the music rhythm, showing us her ass and then slipped a single finger inside her cunt.

I could hear her moaning in pleasure as the lights finally went off and then everybody started applauding.

Even in the darkness, I could see her crawling all over the stage as she picked up all the money while the men kept throwing dollar bills in her direction, and then she disappeared through the back.

“Gentleman! I hope you enjoyed Alyssa’s show!” the DJ said as the music slowed down a little. “We will be back in a few minutes with beautiful Crystal, so don't go anywhere!”

It was then that I realized that I was touching myself over my jeans. Horrified with myself I froze in place as I looked around.

I expected to find someone watching me, but no one was paying me any attention. Most men had returned to their beers while they waited for the next girl, and the waitresses were busy taking orders around the place.

A moment later I got up and I left, running towards my car.

Once inside I started sobbing as everything came crashing down around me. I could see Mike’s face, laughing in front of me, telling me that he had been right all along, my daughters face as she watched the TV on a lazy Saturday, my wife…

“Oh, god…” I moaned as I cried.

Not for the first time, I wondered how I was going to watch into her eyes when she got home, but no matter how much I tried, I didn't have an answer.

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After that day, being home became a living nightmare. I dreamed with her every night, so much that soon I feared sleep. At day, tired as I was, all I could think of was her. I tried to avoid her as much as I could, but soon my wife started asking me questions.

She said I was becoming distant, that I was cold with Maggie. And it was true, of course, but how could I explain her the reason?

Every time Maggie asked for permission to stay at a friend's house, or to stay out late, I knew what she was really doing it, and it broke my heart.

For a time I started wondering if I should talk to her. Maybe I could say that someone at work had told me, so I didn't have to admit that I had seen her, but I was too scared to do it. Maybe my wife could, but then again, how could I tell her.

A few times, as I laid awake at night, I wondered if she already knew. I watched her sleeping peacefully, thinking that she must have. After all, Maggie was still underage, right? What if they needed one of the parents signature, and my wife had signed without telling me?

But worse of all, was the fact that I couldn't deny how excited I was.

If I managed to sleep, I always woke up hard, my body trembling with frustration as I remembered last night's dream. I knew I shouldn't, but in the end it was impossible.

Soon, I would wake up early in the morning, and as everyone else was still asleep, I would head into the bathroom where I would masturbate. As I came, I would close my eyes and I would picture her, just as she had been that night.

A week later I had had enough. I knew it was wrong, but after work I finally returned to the club.

I parked my car a few blocks away this time, fearing that she might see it, and then I headed in.

As before, I got there early and the place was mostly empty. My wife had told me Maggie was going to stay late that night, so I knew she would be there, thought I didn't know when.

Taking the same place I had before, I ordered a beer and then I waited, watching the shows.

At some point, as a girl just a little older than Maggie pirouetted on stage, another man sat on the table next to me. I wanted to be alone, but I was too afraid to say anything, and he didn't seem to be paying me much attention.

“What a nice piece of cunt…” he said, though it was obvious that he wasn't talking to me.

Even then, I had to agree. That wasn't a pussy, it was too mild of a word to describe her sex. Cunt was much better, I thought.

Then, finally, as the beers I had before buzzed inside me, the DJ called her name once more.

The lights and the music stopped for a second and then she appeared on the stage, stopping just like before as the music started to speed up.

She was wearing a devil’s costume this time, complete with horns, a tail and an inflatable trident. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass, and like before she was wearing a mask, though this time it was red.

She looked stunning, and thought I felt repulsed at what I was doing at first, soon I had forgotten about it and I just watched.

Like before, the moment she appeared on stage everybody turned to look at her. Soon she was dancing as she slowly undressed. From time to time she stopped, playing with the trident. At first she just rubbed it over her panties but soon she was sucking the end as if it were a big and fat, red cock.

Nobody was watching me, and the man from before had at some point left without me noticing. This time I couldn't stop myself. Moving closer to the table, I pulled my pants open and I started playing with myself.

On stage, now wearing just her high heels, the horns and the mask, she pirouetted on the pole, grinding her wet cunt all over it. I was delirious with lust, and I wasn’t the only one. The men around her with lust in their eyes as they told her they would be waiting after the show.

For a moment I closed my eyes and I imagined what they would do to her if they could. I could almost see her, laying between two men as they gang banged her.

Then she laid on the floor, her back resting against the pole an she started pushing the trident’s end into her cunt. She had to squeeze it past her tight entrance, but soon it was in and she started fucking herself with it as I finally managed to cum.

Biting my lips, I tried to stay quiet as I came on the floor, trying not to get any on my pants.

A moment later the light went off and I collapsed onto my seat, breathing heavily as I trembled in exhaustion.

Once I had recovered, I looked around, but as before no one seemed to be paying me any attention.

After closing my pants, I looked at the floor, were my cum was already drying. I felt guilty as I watched it, so I smeared it with my boot until it looked like any other stain and then I finished my beer.

After that I watched a few more shows, thought I wasn't paying much attention. All I could think about was her, and I knew that I would be coming back again.

Then I remembered something from when I was younger. At most places, you could ask for a private show, though not all girls did those. Things had changed a lot since then, but maybe I could ask.

I spent the next half an hour thinking about it. I was terrified, but whenever I closed my eyes I saw her dancing just for me, and I drove me crazy. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was just stupidity, but suddenly I decided I had to at least try.

After gathering my courage I headed towards the bar. I took a seat and a minute later the barman approached me.

“Hey, I was wondering... “ I asked him, suddenly unsure. “Do you have… maybe, like... private shows here?”

“I am sorry, what do you mean with private?” he asked me coldly.

“Ehhh, when I was younger you could… have one of the girls do a private show, just for you…” I said, feeling stupid.

He had been wiping the bar with a rag, but before I had even finished, he suddenly stopped. He looked with open disgust at me before he smiled.

“I am sorry, this is not that kind of establishment, sir.” he said before leaving me alone once more.

The moment he left, I looked around, fearing that I had asked the wrong question, but I was still alone. Fearing that it wouldn't last long, I headed for the exit but my luck ended there.

The bouncer, a guy a head taller than me who weighed 100 pounds more, stopped me with a hand on my shoulder as I tried to open the door.

“Wait here, sir.” he ordered me, his voice loud even under the music.

They had seen me. Of course they had, and now they were going to call the cops.

Trembling in fear, I waited for a minute before another man approached me. He must have been half my age, with short blond hair and green eyes. He was smiling at me, and as he approached he nodded the bouncer away.

Without another word he released me and I looked at the new man.

“Sorry for that, I didn't want you to leave.” he said, shaking my hand. “My name is Lance, I work here. I heard you requested for a private show?”

I waited silently for a few seconds, looking at him as I wondered if it was all a trap. Maybe they just wanted to take me to the back were they could beat me up quietly. Why call the cops when you could fix the problem yourself.

I knew I had to get away, but as I closed my eyes I remembered Maggie dancing on the stage all that simply faded from my mind.

“Yes, I wanted to know more about it, when I was younger you could, you know…” I said, trembling slightly.

“Sure, why don't you come this way?” he said, pointing at the bar once more.

As we sat the bartender returned with two beer bottles. The first one was for Lance, and then he left the other one next to me, smiling before he left us alone.

“Again, I am sorry about this, but you can't be too careful these days.” he said as he took a sip from his beer. “You see, things have changed, for better or for worse, that is hard to say. I mean, my dad would have never dreamed of having a 14 year old girl on stage, but now a day it's completely normal. Expected, even.”

I nodded as I remembered her, my cock twitching under my pants.

“However, there is a lot more regulation too. And sadly, private shows are forbidden now. We can do a party for you and your friends if you want, but a show just for you, no, that we can’t do.”

“Ahhhh, yes. I am sorry I asked, it's been a while, I didn't know…” I mumbled, feeling pretty stupid.

But a moment later the man smiled again. He looked around and once he was satisfied that we were alone, he moved a little closer.

“Having said that, maybe we can come up with something for you.” he said into my ear.

Nodding, I took another sip of my beer and then I watched around.

“Did you have a particular girl, or maybe girls, in mind?” he asked me a moment later.

This was it, the moment I had feared all along. I now knew they were not allowed to give private shows, but even worse, Maggie was still underage, and while the law allowed her to do strip shows, and prostitution was legal, I was pretty sure that she couldn't work as a hooker, at least not yet.

Still, I told myself that I had nothing too loose.

“What about… Alyssa?” I said, almost calling her Maggie before I caught myself.

He flinched for just a second before he took another sip from his beer.

“Ahhhh, you see. She is only 14 years old…” he said nodding at me.

It had been worth the shot, I thought as I realized it was over. But then he moved closer to me once more, before laughed softly.

“Ohhh, don’t worry. It's not really a problem, it's just that it's going to cost a little more.” he said.

“I like this girls, most are really nice, and they just need the money. Why not help them make a little extra something, tax free, am I right? You wouldn't believe how much we pay in taxes around here...” he said, smiling warmly. “How about, 400 dollars for a private show, just you and her. That's one hour with her, and we have some nice rooms on the back were you two can be comfortable.”

I held my breath, unable to believe that it had been so easy. It was a lot of money, but not so much that I would have trouble getting it from my wife. I nodded eagerly, hardly able to believe it was going to happen.

“What about the day after tomorrow? Alyssa has already left, but we can do it after her next show is over. What do you say?” he asked me.

“Of course, that would be great! Thank you!” I said, trembling in excitement.

After that he asked me for a deposit, and I left him 100 dollars. It was all I had, but he said it was enough.

We arranged the time and how it would be, and then I finally left. It was only after I had left that I had one big problem in my plan. There was no way she wouldn't recognize me, and unless I wanted to wear and sky mask, I had no idea what I was going to do.

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The next two days were even worse than before. I was nervous, and every noise made me jump in fear. I stayed away from home as much as I could, doing extra hours at the factory just so that I could avoid my wife and most of all my daughter.

But I couldn't just disappear, and the night before she caught me on the stairs. I looked away, trying to ignore her, but she asked me if I was all right.

I could feel her perfume, sweet and fresh, as she moved closer to me. She had taken a shower a moment before and her hair was still wet. She looked amazing, and for a moment I imagined her without that the robe, her naked body glistening with water.

Before I lost what little control I had, I ran into my room and I went to bed.

Finally, it became Wednesday night and I returned to the club. It was a bit late when I arrived, and the place was pretty busy.

After looking around, I finally saw Lance, sitting at the bar and I went towards him.

He greeted me warmly and after asking for the rest of the money he told me that everything had been taken care off. After Alyssa’s show I would have an hour with her.

After thanking him, I told him about my problem, but he just laughed.

“Don't worry, if you want she can wear a blindfold, that way she won't be able to see you.” he said, laughing. “We have had worse requests.”

“That would be great, thanks.” I said, and before I could lose my courage, I asked for something else. “I was wondering, if maybe she could call me… daddy…”

I expected him to laugh, but he simply nodded.

“Sure, anything else? Maybe you want her to wear something specific? The schoolgirl fantasy is pretty popular, it looks awesome on her, believe me.” he said.

For a moment I was speechless, and I imagined her with him, wearing one of those sexy schoolgirl uniforms I had seen the other girls wearing from time to time.

“Yeah, that would be awesome.” I managed to say before my mouth dried out completely.

After that he shook my hand and I sat at one of the tables. My usual table was occupied, so I moved a little closer to the stage.

After ordering a beer, I waited for the show to start. Girl after girl they performed on the stage as usual. I don't know how many there were, but I watched them all, drink in hand, and by the  time they were over I was already hard and I felt my arousal growing with every minute.

And then, just like before, the music died down and the DJ started speaking.

“Gentleman! It time for the moment you have all been waiting for. This will be the show of the year, believe me! I give you, Crystal, and Alyssa!” he screamed into the air.

A moment later a girl appeared on the stage. She must have been a little over 20 years old, with long legs and her long blonde hair tied into a couple of pigtails at either side of her head. Then the music started raising and Maggie appeared next to her.

She was wearing the same underwear as Crystal, a cherry pink lacy outfit the barely covered her young body. After looking around the room with a smile on her face, she grabbed the older girl’s hand and together they walked towards the center of the stage.

Standing next to her girl, Maggie looked even younger than before. Her breast were smaller than Crystal’s, and her body more childish. To me she looked just like my little girl, and as I felt my cock twitching inside my pants, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her.

I wanted to start touching myself, just like before, but this time I couldn’t, I had to wait, so I gritted my teeth and I drank my beer as I watched the show.

A moment later the two girls started dancing together, their hands running over each other as they explored their bodies. Then they were kissing, slowly at first before it turned into a passionate lovers kiss.

Sitting at the edge of my seat, I watched as they played with each other’s breasts for a while. A moment later Maggie took Crystal’s bra off before she started sucking her breasts. Then Crystal did the same with my daughter, and soon she started nibbling her nipples. Even from where I was sitting, I could hear Maggie’s moans of pleasure.

A few minutes later they were both naked on stage. Crystal was on all fours, her ass facing my way, while Maggie was sitting on top the girl’s hips, facing towards her feet. With one hand she was playing with her cunt, her fingers deep in the older girl’s hole, while the other pulled from her hair, forcing her neck up.

Crystal was moaning in pleasure as my daughter worked on her. I could see her grinding her hips, her moans loud over the music and then she finally came. Weather it was real or not, I don't know, and I don't think anyone really cared

The room seemed to explode as every men started cheering. They called them sluts, whores, they told them they should try a cock and they offered theirs, and I just watched, hypnotized as my daughter licked the other girl’s juices from her fingers.

Then the lights went off and the show was over. I was trembling and at the edge of my own orgasm. I wanted to go to the bathroom so I could cum, but I told myself I couldn't. Instead I ordered another beer and I waited patiently, trying to cool off.

A few minutes later, just as the next show was starting, one of the waitresses approached me. She was wearing a tight little black dress that showed her body nicely, and a pair of black high heels.

Stopping next to my table, she leaned closer to me, resting her hand on my shoulder, and then she spoke into my ear.

“Lance said everything is ready for you, sir. Over there, that door on the left.” she said.

I could feel her warm breath, blowing softly on my ear and I started trembling. As I closed my eyes, I could see her, kneeling between my legs, her cherry red lips wrapped around my cock. I am sure if I asked her, she would tell me what time her shift ended.

But a moment later I opened my eyes, and I pushed the idea away.

After nodding, I went towards the door, my breathing fast and shallow as I approached the door. Gone was the fear of cheating on my wife, or even worse, the guilty feeling about my daughter. I was nervous, but I had no doubts about it.

As I approached, the bouncer nodded at me, and then he opened the door.

“Second door to the left, wait there.” he ordered.

Nodding, I entered a long dark hallway and I searched for the door. I didn't know if she was already there, so I knocked twice before I finally decided to enter.

The room, small and poorly lit, was empty though. There was a red light hanging above the center, and another above the only furniture in the place, an old ratty couch that was pushed against the far wall.

And just in front of it, there was another dancing pole, waiting for her.

Licking my lips, I headed towards the couch and I sat on it, sinking on the worn out cushions.

Trembling in excitement, I waited for her. Minutes dragged by as I heard people walking by outside the door, until suddenly someone stopped just outside.

I heard someone talking, though I couldn't make out what they were saying over the music. Then there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I said, feeling rather stupid.

The door opened slowly, and I finally saw her.

She was wearing a schoolgirls uniform, thought it was so short that it barely covered anything. A tiny white blouse covered her breasts, and a tartan skirt, short enough to be a belt, wrapped around her hips. She was wearing white stocking and high heels, too, making her a bit taller.

After the show she had tied her hair in two pigtails, just like Crystal had, and besides the heavy makeup she was wearing a black strip of cloth as blindfold. It was tied tightly around her head, and it was obvious that she couldn't see anything.

She entered the room slowly, her hands in front of her as someone closed the door.

“Hello, daddy…” she said, her voice musky and soft.

I swallowed hard, unable to believe it was finally happening, and then I finally managed to speak.

“Hello, baby girl…” I said, making my voice as low and as deep as I could.

I felt stupid doing it, and for a second I feared that it wouldn't work, but a moment later she smiled warmly.

She had managed to find the pole, and once she had it in her hands she moved confidently around it, swaying her hips from side to side as her skirt revealed her see-through panties, the same she was worn that first time.

“Sorry I am late daddy, I was helping Crystal get ready for her next show.” she said as she moved closer to the pole. “Did you have to wait long?”

“No, baby. I am okay.” I said as I watched her.

“Daddy, do you want to see me dancing for you? Just for you this time?” she asked me a moment later, and I said yes, my voice barely a whisper.

In front of me, my daughter smiled shyly, and then she started dancing. She moved slower than before, swaying her body to the rhythm of the music, and despite the blindfold, she didn't seem to have any problem doing it.

“Yeah…” I whispered as she climbed onto the pole.

Despite how nervous I had been before, now that I was with her, I felt strangely calm, better than I had been in a long time, and soon I lost all sense of time. There was just her and me, and it was all I cared about.

“Daddy…” she whispered a moment later as she dropped to the floor.

Resting herself against the pole, she started running her hands over her belly before she moved them up. Before I could say anything she untied her blouse, pulling it off and then dropping it at her feet.

“You like this, daddy?” she moaned as she touched her breasts.

“They are gorgeous…” I said, entranced by the sight.

How many times had I fantasized with those breasts? How they would look up close, how they would feel under my hands or how they would taste. I couldn't tell, but to me it had felt like an eternity.

“Are you comfortable, daddy? I can't tell if you are… I can’t see you!” she said, laughing softly.

“I know baby, but I like it that way.” I told her as I breathed deeply.

“Ohhh, I like it too… it feels… strange, but I like it...” she said, moaning softly.

A moment later she dropped to the floor before she started crawling towards me. I simply watched her, mesmerized as she got closer and closer. Then she found my feet, and she moved forwards once more until she was kneeling between my open legs.

Unable to speak, I just watched her as she kneeled, her hands resting on my legs.

Licking her lips, she started moving them higher and higher as I watched her young breasts, just inches from me.

“Don't you want to get more comfortable, daddy? This pants look awfully tight.” she said as she ran her hands over my crotch.

“Yeah…” I moaned.

Before I could say anything else she opened up my pants and she started pulling them down. I helped her without a word as she pulled them down towards my feet, and then I felt her hand over my underwear, her fingers dancing over my obviously hard cock.

“This is tight too, daddy… let me help you...” she said.

Like before, I lifted my hips from the couch as she pulled them down, and my cock was finally free.

Now free, it pointed towards the ceiling, just inches from her face, and I could feel her warm breath over it.

“Are you okay daddy?” she said, taking my cock in her small hands. “You are trembling…”

Maggie’s hand barely reached around it, but it didn’t matter. A moment later she started pumping it, and a shiver ran down my body as I tried to control myself.

Moving closer, I saw her licking her red lips and then she opened her mouth. Her warm breath washed over my cock, making me shiver even harder, and then she stopped, her lips inches from my cock.

“What are you doing?” I finally asked, trembling in frustration.

“Not yet daddy, I don’t deserve it…” she said, teasing me.

Then she finally released me before she rose to her feet. After turning around, she lifted her tiny skirt, showing me her beautiful ass and then she returned to the pole. Once there she started dancing once more, climbing onto the pole with ease as I pulled off my shoes and my pants, leaving only my shirt.

I couldn't stop myself this time. As I watched her, I started playing with my cock, pumping it slowly with my left hand.

Then she stopped for a few seconds, pulling her panties off before she threw them at me. I caught them effortlessly, and then I took them to my face, savoring the incredibly erotic smell of her cunt for the first time.

But Maggie wasn't paying me any attention, and a second later she had wrapped her legs around the pole, rubbing her cunt against the cold metal surface.

“Did you see my show tonight, daddy?” she asked me as she hung upside down.

“Yes, baby. I saw you…” I moaned as I breathed deeply through her panties.

“Did you? Did it show it was my first time with another girl? I was so nervous, daddy…” she moaned, playing with her breasts.

“Daddy, let me show you something I have been practicing…” she said a second later, and I nodded eagerly.

Using her hands and her legs, Maggie climbed higher than before, and then she clamped her legs tightly around the pole. Then she let her body drop back, until her head was hanging upside down. Then she smiled, and I saw her hands moving between her legs as she touched herself.

A moment later I could hear her moaning in pleasure as her fingers disappear inside her, and when she pulled them out of her hole, they were soaking wet. Then she smiled at me, and she started sucking her fingers clean, one after the other.

“Crystal was so delicious, daddy. But not as much as me!” she said, driving me even more crazy.

I wanted nothing more than to go to her, to taste her cunt for the first time, but I didn't. Not yet, I told myself as she smiled towards me.

“Daddy…” she moaned before dropping back onto the floor.

“Come here baby girl, stop teasing me. Suck my cock…” I finally said, unable to wait any longer.

“Ohhh, daddy! I thought you would never ask!” she said, her voice full of joy.

After kneeling between my open legs, she grabbed my cock just like before. She started pumping it a few times as she licked her lips, and then without another word she took it into her mouth.

The moment I felt my daughter's lips, wrapped around my cock, I moaned in pleasure. Trembling in excitement I relaxed into the couch as I let her work. Soon she was sucking me expertly, just like her mother used to do before we got married.

Inch by inch, she started swallowing it deeper into her mouth, until I could feel the head bumping against the back of her throat. The feeling was intoxicating, and before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed her pigtails in both hands, and I used them to hold her in place, forcing my cock even a little deeper than before.

Soon I could see her gagging as she tried to swallow me into her throat, but it was obvious that she just couldn't do it, and in the end I released her.

She pulled back desperately, breathing deeply as long strings of drool connected my cock and her mouth.

“Sorry, daddy. It's too big for me!” she moaned as she kept pumping my cock. “Daddy, after you are done with me, can you help me with my homework?”

“You haven't finished it yet, baby? You know you have to finish your homework before you start playing, don’t you?” I said, laughing softly.

It was a ridiculous conversation, but I can't deny that it made me even harder than before.

“I didn't, daddy. I am sorry.” she said, thought she didn't sound sorry at all. “I have been a bad girl.”

Then she opened her mouth and she swallowed my cock once more, sucking me as deep as she could before she started gagging. Like before I grabbed her pigtails and I used them to guide her, thought this time I didn't push as deep as before.

“Ohhh, you have been very naughty, baby…” I said, suddenly seeing an opportunity.

“Yes daddy, I have…” she moaned while she licked my cock as if it were a popsicle stick.

“You deserve to be punished…” I told her, running my fingers along her hair.

“I do, daddy!” she screamed in ecstasy. “Will you?”

Unable to believe what was happening, I nodded towards her, even though she couldn't see me, and then I got up from the couch.

Then I switched places with her, pushing her into the couch as I pulled her legs apart. A moment later I buried my face into her cunt, finally savoring her juices as she moaned in pleasure. The taste was intoxicating, and soon I could feel her hips grinding against my face.

Above me, Maggie started fondling her breasts, kneading them roughly before she started pinching her nipples.

“Daddy!” she screamed a moment later, and then I stopped. “Daddy, what is wrong?”

“I forgot I am supposed to punish you, baby…” I said, smiling as I got up once more.

Taking her hand, I helped her up and then I guided her toward the pole. It was still wet from her cunt, but it wouldn't matter. I told her to grab it, that she couldn't let go of it, and she nodded silently.

Then I grabbed her hips and I pulled her away from it, until her body was parallel to the ground. After kicking her legs apart, I stopped for a second, just enjoying the view of her cunt and her tight little asshole.

Grabbing her hips, I started running my hands over her back before I slapped her ass hard. I could feel my hand stinging from the pain as Maggie yelped in pain, but even then she held onto the pole with no problems, making me smile.

“Do you like it, baby?” I asked.

“Yes! I like it rough!” she moaned shyly.

Smiling, I took my already wet cock in one hand and then I started rubbing it over the cunt. A moment later I started pushing and the head of my cock slipped inside her, though it wasn’t easy.

As tight as her cunt was, I knew she wasn’t a virgin anymore. For a moment I wondered how many men had fucked my daughter before me before I pushed that thought away.

Lost in my own pleasure, I pushed myself deeper into her as I caressed her back. I had to move slowly, as I was just too close to an orgasm and I wanted it to last as long as possible.

Then I felt my hips resting against her ass, and her cunt was full with my cock. Slowly at first, I started fucking her, moving in and out of her as she moaned in pleasure.

After all that time, I just couldn't believe I was finally fucking her, and lost in my own pleasure as I was I almost said her name out loud before I caught myself.

“Harder....” she moaned a moment later, and I wanted nothing more than to do as she said.

Moving my hands higher, I suddenly grabbed her hair and I started pulling back. Maggie forced her head back, trying to lessen the pressure on the neck and her back, but I just pulled harder.

“Harder, daddy… please!” she moaned despite her obvious discomfort.

I had always loved my daughter, and then more than ever, I couldn't say no to her. Without warning I slapped her ass and then I clamped my hand around her neck, squeezing it softly as I pulled even harder than before.

Even then, Maggie’s hips were pushing hard against me, but she just couldn't breathe. Soon she was grunting in agony as I fucked her, my cock buried deep into her cunt, until it finally became too much for me.

Moving quickly, I pulled out of her cunt and then I clamped both hands around her neck. She panicked almost instantly, but it didn't matter. Pulling hard, I lifted her into the air before I flipped her around, until she was facing towards me.

Desperate to escape, her hands closed around my wrist, trying to pull them away but it was useless. Once she was facing me, I kicked her feet from under her and I dropped her onto the floor, until she was kneeling in front of me.

Only then I released her neck, and a second later I saw her gasping for breath.

Taking my cock in one hand, I started pumping it as I readied myself.

“Open up, baby!” I ordered her.

Despite the pain, she opened up her mouth before she started touching herself, desperate for release.

Pumping even harder than before I held my breath as my body tensed. I could see her neck, still red from where I had grabbed her, and her breathing sounded dry and raspy.

Then, before I could realize what I was doing, I moved one hand behind her head and I slipped the blindfold off, dropping it to the ground.

Maggie opened her eyes, gasping in surprise as she realized it was me, thought it only lasted for a second.

Before she could do anything, I finally came. Thick jets of cum shot from my cock, landing on her hair and across her nose. Then I moved my aim, pointing my cock into her still open mouth.

And as I came, she kept playing with herself, her fingers buried deep into her cunt and her eyes locked onto mine.

A moment later it was over, and I fell back, landing on the couch. I was exhausted, and my breathing was fast and swallow, as if I had just finished running a marathon.

Still kneeling on the floor, Maggie watched me with lust in her eyes. Then her face, still covered in my cum, broke into a smile.

Without another word, she scooped as much of it as she could with her fingers and then she liked her fingers clean. Then she opened up her mouth, showing how my cum oozed over her tongue, before she swallowed it all. Once it was done she opened it up once more, showing me it was all gone, and then she smiled shyly.

“Daddy…” she moaned huskily.

A moment later she crawled towards me once more, kneeling between my legs as she took my cock in her hand.

Pumping it slowly, she looked into my eyes, before she licked her lips once more.

“Daddy, will you help me with my homework now?” she moaned.

Unable to speak, I simply smiled as she took my cock into her open mouth. Then she sucked it greedily, running her tongue around it as she cleaned my cum and her juices from it.

“Please?” she said, as she held onto my cock, now glistening with her saliva.

“Of course, baby…” I said with a big smile on my face.

 

 

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