The Stripshow [Daddy/Daughter/Gangbang]

**Warning: This book is only appropriate for adults. It contains extreme language and subject material. All characters are above the age of 18, consensual and fictional. None of the following events actually took place.**

I wasn’t supposed to be home when daddy and his friends got back from the bar, but as I made my way down the steps I heard them getting into an argument.

“You were in charge of hiring the stripper, Earl.” Daddy sounded very disappointed, because the only naked women he had seen for the last three years were on the internet.

“I’m sorry okay, I forgot. Maybe we can get one on short notice?” Earl is the big guy in the group, and not exactly the brightest. He always had a hard time finding pants that could fit around his gigantic stomach – and I’m gonna be honest – it’s no secret why women don’t really like him.

“Tell that to Kevin. He’s spending his last night of freedom with three ugly drunks.” Daddy wasn’t pissed, but he wasn’t happy either. The bachelor he referred to is his best friend and college roommate, and compared to Earl, Kevin was a hunk. His soon-to-be wife could have done a lot worse given their age.

“Then again, it is your second wedding, Kev. And your last party was the reason you got divorced. Maybe Earl did you a favor.”

The four guys were in the living room, fairly wasted and in the mood for a party. I found their desperation quite amusing actually, which is why I sat down on the steps for a little while. Like a sneaky kid, I eagerly listened to what drunk men talk about when women aren’t around. Little did I know what I was exposing myself to.

“Hey, Patrick, maybe we should ask Lela if she’s available?” Now it was Jose, the tall and skinny pervert.

Kevin and Earl howled as he made the suggestion, while I wasn’t sure how to react when I heard my name. But seeing as the conversation was meant to be private, I decided to let it slide.

Unlike the other three, Jose was constantly trying to stay young and hip, but failed miserably in his attempt. He wasn’t exactly bad to look at, but his choice in clothes and his personality stripped all the potential he had – from a female perspective that is. Apparently, he maintained moments of worthiness with the guys.

“I told you last time, Jose, don’t make jokes like that. She’s my daughter, not a whore who just happens to live here.” Daddy, on the other hand, was something else. He had just enough muscle in all the right places and a strong square jaw fixated to a handsome face. He also had a pair of green eyes that could make a movie star swoon.

“Come on, Patrick, can you blame him? She’s so hot it makes me doubt my decision to get married again.” Kevin was getting in on the action. It was better than getting depressed over a stripper.

Daddy didn’t reply. He just waited for the comments to pile on.

“Frankly, I don’t know how you live alone with her in the same house and hang on to your sanity, even if she is your daughter.”

“Don’t do this Kevin.” Daddy shot out a friendly warning.

“Are you telling me you don’t think about her when you jerk off?”

They weren’t going to let him off the hook until he admitted there was some attraction towards me, and it wasn’t paternal. Daddy tried to sound angry, but he was too wasted.

“Let’s change the subject, like getting pissed at Earl for fucking up our night.”

Trying hard to sound defensive, Earl retorted, “Hey, what happened to me doing him a favor?”

“Well, I changed my mind. You fucked it up.”

“I’d rather think about Lela if you don’t mind. We’re all friends here Patrick. It’s not like we’re going to tell on you or anything. Fuck, we envy you.” Jose just couldn’t help himself.

“I’m not falling into this trap guys, and I’m getting another beer.” Daddy kept steering the focus away from me.

“Don’t be such a pussy man! Just admit it. You’d love to get into her panties. Who knows, maybe you sniff them when she’s not around?” Earl wasn’t holding back, even though he was the reason they were having the conversation in the first place.

“Jesus Christ, alright!” Daddy was breaking, but reluctantly he continued.

“I have thought about her a few times…and…I may have snagged one or two panties from her laundry,” The guys howled again, “but she’s my fucking daughter, so stop hammering me. Now can we please just go to a strip club so I can cum in my pants?”

I blushed a little at daddy’s confession. I wanted to get angry, but somehow, it turned me on. The only reason I caught them at home was because I had forgotten a few things on my way to Brenda’s house. Daddy asked if I could stay with her, specifically for the bachelor party they were throwing for Kevin.

“I love that girl’s ass man. It’s so fucking tight a cannon ball can bounce off it.” Jose was hell-bent on sticking to the subject at hand, and Earl supported him.

“It’s not just that ass. What about those perky little tits? And those legs! God damn, Patrick, she probably drives you out of your fucking mind sometimes.”

“Ease up fellas. It’s obvious Patrick is struggling to cope as a single father, and you’re only making it worse. Although, I wouldn’t mind grabbing onto that dark long hair and grind until the sun comes up.”

“Ha ha, very funny. You are all very fucking funny. You got my confession, now let’s please get out of here.”

But Jose just had to push it a little further, “Maybe I should go snag a pair of panties? You know, as my gift to Kevin.”

Daddy didn’t like this one bit. “If you go up those stairs you should start calling an ambulance.”

“Don’t worry man. It’s all good. But can I at least borrow the pair you stole?”

All the guys laughed. No matter how bad-ass they tried to sound, each one of them were harmless. It was at this point that I decided to do something out of character, because I did owe daddy a lot. Three years ago he woke up to a goodbye note from mom. Of course, daddy tried to find her, but without any success. He did his best to comfort me even though we didn’t exactly have a good relationship, and he never even hinted that he wanted me gone too.

Instead, he kept taking care of me like any loving father would, except we grew apart. I came and went as I pleased and so did he. Apart from occasional discussions about the weather and stuff I needed, we didn’t show much interest.

“Okay fine, let’s go to the strip club. It’s not where I wanted to spend my last night of freedom, but it beats sitting around here staring at you guys.” Kevin finally lets daddy off the hook.

Before the guys could disappear out the front door, they heard faint music coming from upstairs. This made them pause and stare in my direction. I didn’t have time to put on something sexy, so my shorts, t-shirt and sneakers had to do the trick. They all looked at me as I seductively tip-toed down the stairs.

“How about I make you guys cum in your pants?” The small radio hung in my hand and I strategically stopped halfway down the steps, the exact point where the faint light from the hallway accentuated my curves

“Lela?” Daddy looked at me with disbelief.

“Just so you know, I expect to get whatever you were going to pay the stripper.” I figured I may as well make some money out of it.

All the big talk was gone. Like nervous schoolboys they glanced at each other. Now daddy was blushing. I could see he dreaded the idea of me ease dropping his confession earlier.

“Well? What are you boys waiting for? Back into the living room.”

They all looked at daddy, waiting for his approval.

“You don’t have to do this, Lela.”

“What? And not make some easy money? Besides, do you really want your best friend to spend his bachelor party at a sleazy strip joint? I don’t think so. This way you can get drunk, blow your load and fall asleep all at the same time. Now…get your ass on that couch, daddy.”

I placed the small radio on the yellowwood table, which was in the middle of the room. In front of me, forming a half circle, sat the four men.

“Okay fellas. You know the drill. Give me the green light first.” I couldn’t risk daddy thinking I was actually enjoying myself, so I totally placed the blame on cash. He was the one who pulled out his wallet. It startled me at first, but then I remembered he was paying for the whole shebang.

Methodically he counted the notes and placed the exact amount on the table. He continued to count an extra thousand, placing it next to the first pile.

“Daddy…” Before I could ask what it was for, he replied,

“Let’s just call it a short-notice bonus.”

I wasn’t going to turn it down, but it also raised the pressure. Off the bat, I decided Kevin would get a lap dance, obviously. As for Earl and Jose, they would have to be satisfied with watching.

Daddy, however, he was open for discussion.

To calm my nerves I took a swig from the half-empty bottle of tequila while kicking off my shoes.

“Then let’s get started.”

Thanks to so many years of cheerleading, I didn’t have any problems moving my body. I swirled my hips as I sunk down to my knees – a quick fall, followed by a slow rise. I couldn’t even hear the guys breathe, much less the cheap sounds they would’ve made at the strip club.

From Earl to Jose, and from daddy to Kevin, I gave each a little eye contact as I removed my clothing, swaying my body as if I was fucking them. Piece by piece, I removed items of clothing. I wasn’t wearing much to begin with, so I really had to stretch it out. My slow pace didn’t bother my audience though. Instead, they gawked at me as if I was stepping out of a Playboy magazine.

By the time I had my ass on Kevin’s lap he was already rock hard. All four of them salivated as I pushed my ass into his groin, rubbing it up and down. At some point Kevin closed his eyes and just laid his head back, trying hard not to cum.

For the most part, I glanced at daddy, giving him a little extra attention. But when I turned around and perched on Kevin’s lap, pushing my tits in his face, my focus was permanently placed on my dad. In my mind, I wasn’t grinding Kevin. I was grinding Daddy.

The erection in Kevin’s pants was getting a big hug from my pussy lips, and as I rocked back and forth a wet patch clearly started to show. In the morning it would no doubt prove how white my cream can get.

The poor bachelor did his best to prolong the moment. Unfortunately his attempts weren’t good enough. With my hard nipples just inches from his tongue and my hips getting more urgent, there was no stopping the sperm express.

I barely got into a nice rhythm before I could feel his lower body jerking underneath me. The front of his pants was now completely wet, partly because I was enjoying it more than I should have. He moaned over the music and the guys cheered, except for daddy. He just looked at me and got as horny as shit.

I wasn’t taking notice of the other guys when I climbed off Kevin and moved toward my daddy. I finally decided what I was going to do and hoped he liked it. Seductively, I crouched down, like a lionesses giving herself to her alpha male, then got on my knees and crawled towards his crotch.

Daddy gulped while I closed the distance between us. Slowly but surely I gained ground, arching my back and pushing my ass to the sky. I can say with true honesty it was my sluttiest moment, ever.

He opened his legs, inviting me to get closer. My hand slid across his thigh towards the bulge in his pants, but my destination was the belt buckle and zipper. Daddy elevated his erection against my hand, begging me for a little more pressure, but I wasn’t too hasty.

Apart from the shitty music in the background, there was complete silence. Daddy didn’t stop me when I undid his pants. Nor did he stop me, or help me, from pulling out his large cock. Before I did anything else, I licked the tip, making it jolt against my lips. At full attention daddy could fuck an old whore and still make it painful, which was exactly what I wanted. Only in this case, I was the little whore.

I wrapped my fingers around the base and my lips around the tip. Slowly I started stroking his massive dick, slithering my tongue over the section I could get in my mouth. Although I wanted daddy to like what I was doing, I didn’t want him to cum too fast, unlike Kevin. In fact, I was hoping to cum before he did. Was this a little selfish of me?

Like releasing a large lollipop, daddy’s muscle left my mouth. Disappointment showed on his face, but it was quickly replaced with an expression of satisfaction when my tongue connected with his balls. Like a true porn star I licked his cock as if it was the sweetest chocolate. His nails dug into the couch with frustration and I could see he badly wanted to fuck me.

For a couple of minutes I dangled him on a string. I teased him with all the tricks I knew, and they are extensive, but I didn’t allow him release. I got to my feet and turned around. With my ass in full view I bent forward to touch my toes. Slowly I stretched my body, twitching every muscle on the way down. My pussy bloomed like a flower from where daddy was sitting.

“I give you permission to lick it, daddy.”

Strippers have a general rule of no-touching and these guys stuck to it, so they were quite surprised at my invitation. And the fact that I was givig my dad the invitation only got everyone more excited. A couple of seconds passed and I almost thought daddy was drawing the line between the sexy dancing and eating out his daughter’s pussy. But the only line he drew was the one between my pink lips with the tip of his tongue.

He weathered his eagerness. In spite of his desire to go to town, he restrained himself to gentle licks of my juices. I also think he wanted to make the other guys a little jealous.

I couldn’t prevent myself from moaning a little bit. It was a simple reaction to the nice feeling against my clit. However, the reality of the situation struck me as daddy got up and rubbed his dick between my ass cheeks. His throbbing rod on my asshole was unmistakable and there was no way to keep my pussy from working up more lube. Even though I didn’t plan any of it, I was ready to get fucked.

The casual rubbing turned into a soft spanking session. I was still doubled-over, where I remained motionless. From the corner of my eye I could see Jose and Earl with their dicks out, masturbating slowly as they watched daddy spanking me with his cock.

Then daddy started touching me. With modesty he grazed my thighs while grinding my tight ass. When my legs began quivering I realized I wasn’t in control anymore. Instead, daddy was taking the lead.

He pulled me back up and held me against his body. His heart was racing as he gripped both hands around my breasts and teased my nipples. It wasn’t a strip show anymore. He probably felt my heart pounding as well, but it didn’t stop him from squeezing my A-cup tits as if they were grapes.

He nestled his face in my hair while leaving traces of pre-cum all over my ass cheeks. I was so intoxicated I didn’t even pay attention to the other guys jerking off anymore.

“Do you want to fuck me, daddy?” I managed a light whisper.

The control was mine again, because daddy stopped his advances.

“Do you want your friends to cum on my face while you cum in my pussy?”

Daddy swallowed hard before answering, “Yes, princess.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, daddy.”

Like a deranged animal he swung me around and threw me onto the couch. After ripping off the rest of his clothes he laid down on top of me, cock in hand and ready for action. With my one leg on the back of the couch, and the other dangling off the side, daddy rammed himself inside me.

I grabbed onto the armrest as the big muscle made its way through my tiny slit. It wasn’t my first cock, but it was definitely the biggest. My toes curled with excitement and I screamed as hard as my lungs allowed. On top of me, daddy was breathing heavily. His hands were all over me as he seemingly tried to rip my pussy apart.

Every thrust was hard, slow and deliberate, making my head bump against the armrest. My fingers felt numb as they clawed into the material and I could hear the juices from pussy getting churned into a white cream. Eventually, I switched my grip to daddy’s back, where I left deep scratch marks no wife should ever see.

At some point daddy stopped the heavy thrusting to bite and suck my hard nipples. This was also the cue for his friends to join the party. As expected, Jose was the first to come closer. With his dick just a few inches from my face he spewed out the worked-up sperm. In all but a few seconds my nose and lips were drenched in hot white liquid.

Then daddy started up again, harder and faster than before. I didn’t know whether to focus on the pain his cock was putting me through, or the orgasm that lingered only moments away. But before I could make a decision, daddy turned me over.

By now his cock was dripping with my juices, and as he penetrated me from behind while Earl stuck his dick in my mouth. It wasn’t big enough for me to gag on, and even though I didn’t find Earl attractive, the idea of daddy watching me made all the difference.

From this angle daddy felt even bigger, and he reached a new depth inside my pussy. My wet walls clenched around the pulsating cock like a second skin, creating a friction that radiated with magnificent heat. He pulled my hair back, opening my throat for the cum that was now bursting from Earl’s dick.

Daddy’s nails dug into my sides as he picked up the pace, slamming so hard against my ass it drowned out the music. I could barely swallow Earl’s load through all the pounding, but I managed. Then I felt daddy’s hand between my thighs, searching for my clit.

When he started rubbing my swollen bud, my lingering orgasm came out of the shadows. It started as a tingling feeling between my legs, which was elevated into an overwhelming sensation that flooded my whole body. Like a vice grip my pussy sucked down on the drilling cock behind me, restraining it at the deepest part of my insanely wet cunt.

Before I knew it I was yelling at daddy to fuck me harder. Other than that, I wasn’t capable of moving at all. The shock of my orgasm left me at the mercy of my dad’s cock, filling my cunt with his share of sperm. He exploded inside me with a force I never felt before and the throbbing switched to a whole other level. If I didn’t know better I thought my pussy was going to remain stuck to his muscle.

Seconds turned into an eternity as the sperm got squished deeper and deeper, but daddy didn’t pull out. He left his cock inside me as he relaxed, letting it calm down. But it wasn’t getting any softer. In fact, it stayed exactly the same size.

“Are you ready for the next round Lela?”

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