Stripping for Daddy (2 page)

He sighs heavy and I've got him.
Boo-yeah.  He glares at me, but moves to the wall with the sound system
controls, flips a switch and a sensuous beat fills the room.  It's not what I'd
perform to if I was on stage, but strippers are also dancers and I need to
learn how to adapt.

I listen for a moment before I move. 
I've got to mix in stripping off clothes with the pole, a flick and tug of
cloth, a seductive smile, sliding the cotton from my shoulders to reveal my
tiny bikini top beneath.  It barely constrains my breasts, flesh spilling from
the sides.  I cup my tits for a brief moment and then swing around the metal,
show off my assets. On every turn I make eye contact, lick my lips,
wink…something to entice him.

I slow and then stop to peel off another
layer, tiny skirt disappearing, leaving me in nothing but a thong and the top. 
Down to the basics, I focus on my dancing, lean against the pole and touch
myself, my breasts, between my thighs. 

My gaze is still on him, on his cloth
encased legs spread wide as he slumps in his chair, on the way his t-shirt
clings to his muscled chest and the rapid rise and fall as his rate of
breathing increases.  Yeah, he's affected.

I spin and my top is next, strings
snapping, and my tits are covered by my hands alone.  I knead and toy with
them, nibble my lower lip and I don't have to fake the pleasure I feel.

God, I've had a crush on Jake for
forever.  My first tingle of arousal at thirteen was to the thought of him. 
What I'm feeling now is way beyond a tingle.  My pussy aches and tightens,
grows heavy and I know I'm soaking the bit of cloth between my thighs. Prepping
me for being fucked.

Then again, I've never been fucked, so
I'm just guessing.

Yeah, virgin, stripper, whore.

I reveal my breasts, watch him lick his
lips, and I continue my visual foreplay, dance and gyrate, tempt and tease. 
The music moves me, tugs and pulls my body this way and that.

I moan, hands wandering over my heated
skin, touching those delicate, pleasure-inducing places.  I want so damn bad.

I put a hand between my legs, stroke
my folds, pretend I'm masturbating…thing is, I really am.  I'm really teasing
my clit beneath my thong, toying with the nub while I pinch my nipple and bring
my arousal higher.

More and more I'm giving myself, lost in
the dance and Jake's gaze.

"That's enough."

I open my eyes, surprised, and a
little pissed, that my orgasm was snatched from me. Damn it. I pull my hands
from their playgrounds and work hard not to glare at him. 

"I can't hir—"

"I didn't show you my lap
dance." I'm determined.  At worst, I don't get hired. But at least I'll
get to touch him as an adult, feel him at least once and get him the fuck out
of my system.

"Holly…"

"Just one dance, Daddy," I
drop my voice to a purr. "And then I'll go."

He drops his head back, eyes closed,
for a few moments but he finally looks at me. "Fine. Make it fast."

I smirk. "I don't do anything
worth doing
fast
."

I step down from the stage, stalk him,
hips rolling and stride full of sex, desire oozing from my pores.   I walk
around him, trail my fingers over his tense muscles. I lean down and whisper in
his ear. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." He
grumbles but seems to settle into his seat.

I spin and swing a leg over his lap,
press my breasts forward, close to his face, grind my barely-clad pussy against
his lap.  I smile at the hard ridge beneath me, the thick cock that seems to be
straining toward me. 

I moan and lean close, whisper against
his lips. "Very nice."

"Holly…"

I keep it up, give myself up to the
pulse of the music, rock and hump his dick, arousal flaring bright once again.
"Oh, yeah."

I know it's me talking, but I feel
disconnected. I like it too much, get off on touching the forbidden.  He's my
Dad, but not. It's dirty, but not.

He growls, hands going to my hips.

"Nuh uh. Naughty kiddie.
Customers don't touch."  I grasp his wrists, pull them from my body and
drop them at his sides.

I dismount and turn, give him a nice
view of my ass, bend over and gift him with a nice show. I'm nice and tight
back there. I work out, make sure I'm gorgeous from all angles, but especially
my butt. Men have told me it begs for a spanking.

Part of me wants Jake to do the
slapping.

I slip a hand between my thighs,
stroke myself along my ass crack, down to my pussy before I bend my knees and
lower to his lap once again.

Jake moans, but keeps his hands to
himself this time.  I lean back, grind against his dick and I'm touching him
from shoulder to thigh. "Like that, Daddy?"

The hard as fuck cock beneath me says
yes. 

"Holly…"  He gasps my name
as I push down, stroke him hard between my cheeks, rock my hips.

"Want something, Daddy?"

"Fuck." He spits the word
and then his arms are wrapped around my waist, hands dipping between my thighs,
fingers easily shoving my g-string aside and he strokes my wet pussy.  I arch
my back at the lightning that suddenly shoots through me, body shuddering with
each stroke.

"Yeah, right there. It's good,
isn't it, baby girl. Pretty little pussy."  He growls in my ear, each word
corresponding with a circle of my needy clit. He smacks the ball of nerves and
I cry out, arch against his hand, back bowed. "Bad girls deserve
spankings."

He pets my pussy, stroking me and it
eases the sharp bite of pain. "Please, Daddy. Need it so bad."

He dips a finger to my hole, circles
the entrance before he shoves a single finger deep, stretching my virgin body.
I whimper and he keeps pushing, probably oblivious to the hint of pain that's
now clouding my arousal.

"Tight little cunt, Holly. Not
many men have been here, have they?"

I shake my head. "No one."

He stills for a moment before he
returns to sliding that digit in and out of my soaking pussy, slow and easy
now. "No one?"

"No."

Jake groans and lays his head on my
shoulder. "We should stop, Holly. It…We shouldn't."

I bear down on him, push him deep once
again. "No, want you, want you to fuck me hard and deep. Take my pussy,
Daddy."

His cock seems to grow harder beneath
my ass and I know I'm going to do this, let him take me and fuck me and make me
a woman. Need it so bad.

"Don't you want me?"

"You know I do."  He pulls
his hand free and I grab his wrist, stop him. "Shh…Turn around baby
girl."

Fuck. Yeah.

I rise, strip my thong and slip a hand
between my legs while he works at his jeans.  I bring the other to my breast,
pinch my nipple while I stroke my pussy, play with myself.  His attention
shifts between me and his pants, as if he can't decide which is more important.

Finally, the zipper is down and that
massive cock I've been feeling is free.  Its head is an angry red, nice and
thick, fat and ready for me.  I want that big dick in my cunt no matter how
much it may hurt.  I want him splitting me and fucking me hard. Just plain
want.

"This is what you want?"

I bring my gaze to his, nibble my lip.
"Yeah. No doubt. I'm a dirty girl and I want my Daddy to fuck me."

He strokes his cock from root to tip,
squeezes just below the head before repeating the move.  Up and down, pre-come
forming along his slit.  "I'm gonna fuck your pussy, Holly. Hard and deep.
Sure you want me to be the one that pops your cherry?"

I take the couple of steps separating
us and eye his dick, and yeah, I want it. He moves his hand and I straddle him,
bring my soaking cunt up against his hard, hot shaft. He hisses and I moan,
sliding my wet lips up and down his cock, rocking my hips, just enjoying the
touch. 

"Oh, Daddy. Want you to fuck
me." My pussy flat out hurts and feels good all at the same time.

He grips my ass, kneads the cheeks,
urges me along his ridge. "Yeah, gonna get deep in that cunt, baby
girl."

The head of his cock nudges my clit
and I work against him, ride that spot over and again. "Want it. So bad.
Wanna come."

"Nothing will be between us,
baby. Squirt deep in you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…"  I'm on
birth control and I trust Jake. Even if it's been years, I trust him.

God, my desire is just rising,
climbing and I wanna come, feel that pleasure overtake me and send me flying.

I go with him when he urges me up,
watch while he positions himself and then I feel the blunt head of his dick at
my hole.  He's so big and round and I hope I can take him, swallow him down and
make him feel half as good as I do right now.

"Ease down. Nice and slow."

I lick my lips, hands gripping his
shoulders, and do as he says, lower myself.  "Oh, oh, Daddy. It hurts, it
burns."

Tears sting my eyes, but my pussy
wants it so bad. I want him to split me open and fuck me deep, but we have to
get through this first. The pain and pinch.

"I know, sweetie. Take it slow.
You're making me feel so good." 

Sweat is beading on his forehead,
teeth are gritted, so I know he's telling the truth, but it doesn't make the
hurt go away.

I shift up a bit and then sink down
again, listen to him moan, sending a shiver through me.  Yeah, I want to hear
that again.  I repeat the motion, work past the sting, take in more with each
rise and fall along his cock.

"That's it, take it, baby
girl."

I whimper, focus my gaze on him and do
as he asks, take more.

And now that burn is melting into
something else, touching places that have never been stroked before. "Oh…"

I'm still trying to swallow him with
my pussy, easing down and cunt opening more with every slow fall.

"Almost, baby girl."

A few more moves and my ass is resting
against his thighs, dick all the way in my cunt, stuffed and stretching around
his invasion.  It's good and bad and fucking fantastic all at the same time. I
moan, wiggle a little, relax into his possession.  He grips my hips, forces me
into rocking over him, his dick shifting ever so slightly as I move. 

"That's it, baby girl, nice and
easy.  Fuck my cock, sweetheart."

I do as he says, rubbing my pussy on
him, pushing down until my clit gets the pressure it needs to make taking him
feel amazing.  He keeps guiding me, our gazes clashing and he looks to be
mirroring the pleasure I feel.

"Fuck my pussy, Daddy. Want
it." I grab my tits, pinch a nipple, squeeze and stroke my breasts while I
abandon myself to him.  "Fuck my virgin cunt, Daddy."

I move faster, tiny slivers of ecstasy
are flowing out from my tiny clit, arousal burning bright and I can't stop my
moans and groans…panting his name. "Yeah, Daddydaddydaddy…"

Feels so good. Better than when I rub
one out on my own, better than my fingers toying with my hole, better than
anything.  I push down harder, look for more contact, search out more of that
pleasure this has been hinting at until now.

"That's it, Holly, keep it
going." His voice is a deep growl, urging me on.

I drop my head back, close my eyes and
just let it wash over me.  My mouth's open as I pant and I don't protest when
he puts a finger between my lips. I suck it in, savor the salty taste and
imagine it's his cock, that I'm blowing him and getting fucked, cocks filling
me at both ends. God, I want that someday.

I moan, rock and shift and get fucked
with such a sweet slowness I love.  My orgasm is inching closer and I can't
hold back my sounds. I talk around his finger, beg. "More, Daddy."

"Yeah, that's it, Holly. Come on
my cock. Dirty girl."

He brushes one of my hands from my
breast and captures a nipple between his lips, teeth grazing the tip with his
teeth as he sucks and brings my pleasure higher.  I can't stop myself from
moving faster, harder, as I push myself toward the edge. And I can't just stay
down any longer, not move and really ride his cock.

So, I break his hold, move along his
length. I put my hands on his shoulders, slide up and then fall down, head of
his dick stroking me and rubbing against my inner walls.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

He growls.

"I'm a bad girl, Daddy. Need to
be punished. I'm a dirty little slut."

"My slut."

I move faster, harder, up and down,
again and again. God, he's thick and long and no matter how high I climb, he's
still deep inside me, filling me.

The pain has vanished and pure
pleasure is coursing through my veins, crashing through me in waves and taking
over my every move.  I can feel him move below me, like his hips are aching to
meet mine, like all he wants to do is really, really fuck me like I'm asking.