Using My Daughter To Help My Business | (MF) (Incest Elements) (Blowjob) (Swallowing)

I’m 44 years old and I’ve been running my own business for about 8 years now. I work with high end clients and without going into too much detail, I sell luxury products to them. Client relationships are incredibly important to increasing my profits. More profit means more money I can spend on my daughter and my own future relationships since unfortunately, I’m currently single.

My sex life is fairly dry, I hardly get much at all. My daughter, Lucy, isn’t in a relationship either but she tells me about the boys she speaks to. I’m an extremely chilled out person, and because of my life experiences, I consider myself extremely resilient and I can put up with a lot of shit that others would throw their nose up at. An example would be how much I know about my daughters sex life.

Not only do I hear my daughter moaning when she has sex, but I hear whichever guy it is moaning too, I hear the clapping as their skin touches. Whenever I’m cleaning her room, which is a lot since our definitions of tidy are on the opposite end of the spectrum, I find her toys and accessories all over the floor, under her dirty clothes and under her bed.

We have boundaries though, and these boundaries have arisen through experiences. One is that I ask her politely to not scream or be excessively loud. I don’t want her to try and be quiet since it’s obvious anyways, but I don’t want to feel as though a pornographic film is being recorded upstairs. Loud moans and what not are fine, as long as they’re natural and what not. In my own weird way, I’m glad to hear her enjoying herself.

Another boundary is that I don’t want to see her walking around the house naked, especially after sex. There was one time she came downstairs to get water for her and her lover boy, and the hand print on her behind from being spanked was like seeing two completely contrasting colours as a hand print. I mean… maybe it wasn’t to that extent, but I could visibly see a hand print on her naked bum.

I asked her politely that if a guy is upstairs and they plan on having sex either in the next hour, or it’s been an hour since they had sex, at least cover up her garden of eden area at the very least. In all other scenarios, being naked was okay, it didn’t bother me. Similarly with men when they were here, if sex wasn’t on the agenda for over an hour either side, being naked downstairs or through the corridors was okay.

The final boundary, more of a request really, is that if I have any question, it gets answered. This wasn’t for me to learn the intricacies of my 19 year old daughters sex life, I’ve seen the toys accessories and lingerie she has, I can pretty much fill in the blanks if I wanted to. The questions getting answered was more so that I can make sure my daughter is staying safe.

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This March, profits were low, a lot lower than usual in comparison to previous March’s, and it fit the trend that profits were going down month by month. I was deep in thought about how to fix it, get my business back on track. I was so deep in thought in fact, that my mind appeared to block out the sound of Lucy being pounded upstairs. Once I could hear it and acknowledge it, all hope of focusing on my business was gone. The main thing I could hear was skin on skin contact, hard, then the frequent moans of my teenage daughter, accompanied by the occasional moans of what sounded like a grown man.

Now I’m not sure whether it was my dry spell or just normal hormones that put two and two together. Client relationships could improve profits, and Lucy could help me out with that. She’s no stranger to getting with people she hardly knows. Because of my own sex drive, once I thought of my daughter with my clients, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had to speak to her about it when the time was right, make her see that increased profits for me meant more nicey nice things bought for her.

It took about a week for me to prepare what I was going to say to her, I was effectively asking her to be a sex worker. Upon talking to her about it, she was surprisingly upbeat about it, and seemed as if she was genuinely interested. I mentioned how it would mean she was somewhat a sex worker. It was at that moment she told me about her OnlyFans account, and suddenly everything made so much more sense.

A couple of weeks pass, Lucy and I discuss it further in passing conversation. A friday comes around, and a client had arranged a meeting. I’ve always liked to keep meetings at my own home, I’ve got a dining table in the style of a meeting room, and more furniture than I need in the living room should the meeting be more informal.

This meeting would be very informal, I had pamphlets spread out on a coffee table in front of the sofa, with a gentleman coming to discuss matters. Without boring anyone with the details, the sale wasn’t nailed on… until Lucy came downstairs. I think the internet would probably describe her as a big titty goth gf, her bra size is DD cups, she’s dyed her hair black and has multiple tattoos including one of them tribal tattoos that are underneath and in the middle of her breasts. Without sounding too creepy, her bum looks like it would ripple and jiggle if and when she was getting it from behind. She has a decently sized ass is what I’m trying to say, plenty for men to play with.

Lucy comes downstairs, offering to make myself and my client a cup of tea, to which we both accept. That’s when the game starts in Lucy’s head, engineered by myself. Lucy pops her head around the living room door to ask the client about milk and sugar. I can tell she’s wearing a cream top, but anything else was behind the door and neither of us could see. Though, when she brought our cups of tea in, Lucy went from first gear all the way to fourth. Cream top, booty shorts, and that seemed to be it. Myself and my client were business casual, Lucy was just Lucy. She lives here too and she can wear what’s comfortable.

As she walks in, its clear that she’s not wearing a bra as her nipples are pressing up on her shirt. At first, her nipples are the only thing we could look at, as if they were full beam headlights on a vehicle heading straight towards us. Her legs were smooth shaven, I could see the light reflecting off them. Lucy made a play of bending over to put the tea down, so much so that her top fell down and gave the client perfect opportunity to gaze at her tits. It was just a glance, but a glance was all it took. As Lucy was walking away, we could both see how high her booty shorts were, my daughters underbun in perfect view. If I didn’t know what my daughter looked like, and she wasn’t my daughter, my imagination would run wild, and I could tell that’s what was happening to my client.

As the sale was slowly becoming less and less nailed on, I offered up my daughter, suggesting that she could in some way convince him that my business was right for him. How she could convince him was up to him, but I suggested she is good at persuasion. He takes a moment, but I could tell his delay was to just make sure he didn’t look too eager. I left room and went to Lucy’s room. She was still wearing the same stuff and was laying away from the door on her phone. I told her the situation and that she did a good job thus far. She went downstairs to see the client, I went into the kitchen to wait it out. There was no limits on what could or couldn’t happen.

I pulled up one of the stools and sat at the island in our kitchen, just scrolling through my phone on various news apps to catch up with the recent updates as well as sports news. It must have been half an hour or so before Lucy left the sitting room. She went back upstairs to her room, still wearing the same clothes she came down wearing. She looked at me as she passed the kitchen, giving me a smirk in the process as if to say her persuasion was successful. I let the client come to me in the kitchen, I didn’t want to see him in any compromising positions.

Only a couple of minutes passed before he walked into the kitchen, satisfaction was clear and obvious by the uncontrollable smile printed on his face. A deal was made, he was going to buy from me. Money in the bag. My daughter did her job.

Later that evening, Lucy and I were downstairs watching television, I had a bourbon on the rocks whereas Lucy had a glass of New Zealand white wine, her favourite. We were celebrating. I invoked one of the boundaries, I wanted to know everything that happened from the moment she entered the living room. We were both sat on one of the sofas, though not the one the client was sat at. I was sitting up, and Lucy’s feet were resting on my lap as she was laying sideways on the sofa. My hands were going back and forth, up and down her smooth, shaven legs as she entered a monologue whilst taking a swig of her wine every so often.

“I came in the room, shut the door behind me. As I turned around, he stood up and introduced himself to me, and I did in return. I sat down next to him and asked him to walk me through what you and him were talking about, what he thought of the deal and his concerns, all that mumbo jumbo. I did a good job of pretending to understand.” Lucy starts giggling a bit as the wine takes a hold of her slightly, or maybe it was just that she was approaching the good bit with every word.

“As he was talking, I ran my hand softly over his chest and body. He was pretty fit, not what I was expecting. The more he spoke about his concerns, the closer my hand came to his groin before I couldn’t resist anymore, and neither could he.” She nodded and I nodded too, as if both of us were nodding to say “yeah, how could anyone resist Lucy for long enough.” An attractive young woman, clearly wanting sex, what man could resist. If I wasn’t her father, I know I wouldn’t hesitate if she showed interest in me.

“I ran my hand over his groin and he started to stutter. Most men get nervous when I make the first move. The conversation quickly went from your business to uh… my business, this was whilst I was getting on my knees and undoing his belt and whatnot. I told him what I’ll do, I’ll suck his cock. If he wants more, or anything else in the future, he can have my number, but I’ll only respond if he does the deal with you, and remains loyal to you.” I grinned, I was incredibly proud of my daughter and I could see she was proud of herself too. She understood the assignment perfectly and executed it without any questions.

I squeezed her thigh as she continued, “He nodded and started to play with my hair as I took his trousers down. He was already hard. I got to work sucking his cock, doing my thing, y’know? Once I was satisfied he was evenly glazed all over his dick, I stood up, took my shirt off slowly, letting my boobs drop out of my shirt. Turned around, took my booty shorts down slowly. I had underwear on at the time, just some thongs.” I interrupted, “just some thongs?” I said with emphasis on the ‘just’. I’ve seen all of her thongs and they’re all very… fashionable, let’s say. I couldn’t help it, but I pictured all of this happening as if I was a bystander.

“One of my thongs from Victoria’s Secret, one of the light blue lace ones I have. I turned around and faced him, his eyes were so much wider than they were before. I push my thongs down below my hips and let them fall to the floor, I stepped out of them and bent over, purely so he could watch my titties dangling and stuff. I gave my thongs to him as I went back to the kneeling position. I put them up against his face and he took them in his mouth. One hand went back to running through my hair, the other held my thongs on his face.”

I paused her to go and refill our drinks. As I got up, I was a bit embarrassed as I struggled to hide a bulge in my pyjamas. I don’t think Lucy minded really. I was only getting turned on at the thought of a woman doing that to a man, not considering she’s my only daughter.

I come back and Lucy resumes the story. “So I get back to sucking his cock. I’m good at reading men, what they like and don’t like, even when they don’t say it. I could have made him cum within five minutes, he was certainly getting there. I stopped and took my hands and mouth away from him. This is when I asked if he wanted me to swallow his cum, which obviously he said yes, to which I then asked if you and him had a deal, and he nodded without any hesitation. He asked me if he could come back here and fill my other two holes if he does the deal, to which I nodded. I’m very eager for that day to arrive.”

I had to take a big gulp of my drink at the thought of my client getting inside both of my daughter’s holes. I knew what I was getting myself in for when I suggested this in the first place, but something about knowing exactly what men were doing to my daughter didn’t sit right with me. My curiosity though didn’t stop, I wanted to know more.

“As I was kneeling there with his cock standing freely, he told me I smell amazing and that my thing tastes amazing too. I was very pleased.” It was at this point that I had to take my eyes away from Lucy. I wanted to know everything, and that includes what he said, but knowing my daughter tastes and smells amazing is putting me in an uncomfortable situation, though I keep listening as my hand still does the rounds on her legs and feet.

“I thank him, y’know, I’m polite. I told him he can have the real thing after he sorts stuff out with you. He was ready to get up and get it sorted then and there, but I told him to be patient and come back another day. I got back to sucking his cock, I wasn’t going to let up this time. He was ready to cum, and I was ready for him. I think he tried to be quiet because his moans were fairly subdued. He shoved my thongs in his mouth and his hands went wild. One pushed my head down onto his cock, even though I was practically as far down as I could go, and another hand reached down and grabbed my boob.”

Big gulps were becoming the normal for me as the story reached its climax. “I wasn’t going to let him touch my tits,” Lucy continued, “they were meant to be for another day, but since his cum was just about to fire, I let him off the hook. He came buckets in my mouth, didn’t taste particularly great but I’m a fighter, you know me,” she chuckles and I chuckle with her.

“I look up at him, my lips still around his head, my mouth practically full. I give him the eyes as I can tell his orgasm finishes, the classic blowjob eyes, y’know? I take my mouth away. I’ve put both my hands on his cock and balls after I pull my mouth out. We have almost a seductive, sexy staring contest but after a few seconds I swallow his entire load. He smiles, I bite my lip, he gives my thongs one last big sniff and hands them back to me whilst saying “next time” to me and winking. I get dressed in front of him, I get up and leave, and that’s when I see you.”

I was speechless. I knew what Lucy was going to say when I asked what happened  but the detail and intricacies were blowing my mind. I kept squeezing Lucy’s thigh whenever I didn’t know what to say or how to react, which was a lot at this stage. I told her she did a good job, and I was very happy with our first game together. If this was anything to go off, business was going to be good in the future.

I open my arm up, nonverbally asking Lucy to come in and hug me which she does. My hand wraps around her back as she wraps her arms around my waist. My hand naturally falls onto her booty shorts. The bourbon inside me leads to me putting my hand underneath the elastic of her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, under her shorts was just skin. The tips of my fingers ran over the crack between her cheeks, but I couldn’t reach any further down without making a movement I feel like I would regret. Lucy breaks the silence but keeps the hug going, “I love you, daddy,” she says to me. I squeeze her closer to me, “I love you, baby girl.”

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