Using My Daughter To Help My Business II (MF) (Incestuous Elements)

Please do read my first post before this one, it will give you a much better understanding of my relationship with my daughter. You can find it by clicking [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ny24mo/using_my_daughter_to_help_my_business/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), or visiting my profile.

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A month or so had passed since my [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ny24mo/using_my_daughter_to_help_my_business/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), Lucy and I had enjoyed a couple of father daughter days out using the profits she made me on the last deal. We had some really nice days together walking around some scenic cities with plenty to do and see.

An advantage of being comfortable with my daughter was that we didn’t need to get separate rooms at hotels should we go anywhere. The price difference wasn’t going to cause a hole in my wallet, but I’d rather buy a few rounds of drinks for Lucy and I than pay for another room.

One of those city breaks did end up as a one night stay in a hotel after we both had a couple of drinks too many and decided to keep going. It was fun. I made a comment when we both drunkenly stumbled into our hotel room regarding how the main reason we were having so many days away was because of her seductive persuasion. She laughed, as she did with anything I said since we were both heavily intoxicated.

Back to my business, every week almost, a new deal is made with a client. The past four weeks, the dealings have been smooth to the point where Lucy’s persuasion isn’t required. I was interested to know whether the first and only client to receive Lucy’s persuasion had met up with my daughter since the deal was made. I asked my daughter over some drinks whilst we both watching television. She confirmed he had been back at the house and indeed did fill her holes, whilst I was in the house no less.

I was enjoying that profits were increasing and that frequency of deals was rising, but part of my enjoyed that Lucy was helping me with business. It was naughty. My sex life for many months has been both extremely dry and extremely boring, Lucy helping me out was a nice change.

It wasn’t until May, some two months after the first, that a client was struggling to agree on a deal. They even mentioned going to one of my competitors whilst trying to negotiate. I was desperate, and the client could tell. I offered Lucy up to him.

The client was about my age, maybe a bit nearer to 50 than I am. He was a stocky build, suited and booted in a very dapper suit whereas I was just in shirt and trousers. Lucy hadn’t came downstairs during this deal. We were sat at the dining table so she would have needed to walk past us to get to the kitchen.

Having not seen Lucy, it was going to be difficult to sway him, and it was. After suggesting my nineteen year old daughter could come downstairs and join the negotiation as a persuasion technique, the client laughed at my desperation. I told him that my daughter wouldn’t result in any extra charges. She would be a complementary gift.

I’m pretty sure he was leaning further towards walking away from the deal and only agreed to see my daughter to humour my desperation. I went up to get Lucy, who was in her room and as I walk in, I could see she was on her OnlyFans account. She was only wearing thongs, but I advised she put something on. I told her about the client, the deal and his apprehension. She seemed to smile in preparation for a challenge.

We both make our way downstairs. As we enter into the dining room, I take my seat back opposite to the client and introduce him to my daughter. Lucy immediately just stands next to him and puts her hands on one of his shoulders.

He was impressed by Lucy, but it didn’t seem like he was all that interested in what she could offer. Nevertheless, I tried to make him see sense. I told him how he can have my daughter’s number, see her anytime, even in this house, so long as he remains loyal to me.

Lucy could see my desperation. She whispered something into the clients ear. I didn’t know what she said at the time, but now I know that she told the client to name one of his fantasies and she would do it. That worked. That put him towards the path of a deal. I was asked to leave the room whilst they talked, so I just went into the living room and switched the television on for a couple of minutes.

Lucy filled in the blanks for me at a later date, telling me about the talk she had with him. He suggested something, and Lucy was absolutely fine with it, as she would be with almost anything I imagine.

The client opened the living room door after a couple of minutes of negotiating and invited me back into my own dining room. Lucy had persuaded him. Sitting back down, the client began outlining the path to a deal.

“I will buy from you, Seb (that would be me), you have a deal… under a few conditions. I’m going to stay the night here, I’m going to have your daughter however I want her. If I hear the word “No,” come out of her mouth or your mouth, the deal is off. Understand?”

He had me firmly in a corner. The money was too good to say no, the loss of pride was too great to refuse this. I planned on making myself some food, then heading to my bedroom and putting on some music, playing through my headphones. That was the plan until he invited me to have some drinks with him and Lucy.

He was having my daughter, and now he was about to be having my whiskey. About an hour passes, we’re all drinking in the living room, just casually chatting. I was getting protective of my little girl as they were cuddling into each other in the same way that Lucy and I cuddle in our father daughter time together, whereas I was just sat on the chair.

After the second round of drinks were done, I slowly began to feel like a prisoner. Maybe Lucy was used to this but I felt alien to this situation. I was nervous on how to act, since some people may throw their nose up and how comfortable Lucy and I are together. We’re not incestuous by any means, but given how I’ve put out our relationship on this post already, and indeed the previous post, some may assume that something was going on even though it wasn’t.

Lucy got up to get drinks for us all, though the client soon told her to sit down and ordered me to get them. So I get up and pour two whiskeys and a glass of white wine. By the time I get back, Lucy is straddling the client and they’re making out. Lucy was wearing high waisted skinny jeans in a light blue denim. The high waist cupped her bum magnificently, she also had a white, partially see through top on with a purple bralette underneath.

I put the drinks down on the table adjacent to the sofa they were making out on, loud enough so that they knew I was there before sitting down on the chair with my own drink. They didn’t stop once I got back, in fact it only seemed to spur the client on more. When I sat back down, his hands went from around Lucy’s waist, to taking a firm grip of her ass. This was a boundary that I never wanted to cross, no matter what I thought about when I was horny.

His hands began to move Lucy up and down as they dry humped on my sofa. It seemed as though they had been kissing for several hours, despite it only being a couple of minutes. I was just sat there drinking my whiskey much quicker than I usually do. I didn’t know where to look. Do i look where the clients hands are? They were currently gripped my only daughter’s ass through her jeans, or do I look literally anywhere else?

Admittedly, I couldn’t take my eyes away from them both and the only time my eyes shifted was when the client looked over to see what I was doing. Here I was, sitting in the house that I pay for, watching my teenage daughter making out with a man who is even older than I am, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

The client took Lucy’s shirt off and my girl continued to grind on his crotch even though his hands wasn’t on her. Once her shirt was taken off, it wasn’t long before her bralette was off as well, both were just chucked on the floor. The client admired my daughter’s breasts whilst Lucy continued to grind. He was right where he wanted to be.

He turned to me, feeling how uncomfortable I was with the situation, but he used that as his fuel tried making me even worse. He told me that my daughter has terrific tits. I know that, I’ve seen them many times before in innocent situations. I just nodded and smiled to him, which resulted in a smirk from the client. I couldn’t see how Lucy was reacting as she was facing away from me.

That was all about to change, as the word “no,” was firmly rooted in my mouth, just ready to be said. I really wanted this deal though, it was a significant amount of revenue that I could really use. I couldn’t say no. He told Lucy to get up and stand in front of him, so she did. The client was smiling from cheek to cheek, admiring my slut of a daughter. This wasn’t what I was expecting when I initially suggested this proposition to Lucy all them weeks ago, and what was about to happen was even further from that.

He called me over, pointing his finger towards me and curling it towards himself as if he was a teacher and I was about to get it trouble. I get up and stand just behind Lucy, my left arm just behind her right arm. “Your daughter is going to take my trousers off for me, we’re going to have sex on your couch, and when I’m ready, I’m going to make her suck me off until I cum, and she’s going to swallow every last drop.”

I was stood with my arms behind my back as the client delivered that speech, my chin pointing upwards, still maintaining eye contact with him as if I was in the army and he was a drill sergeant that I really didn’t like. I nodded to acknowledge what he was saying.

“Before she does that though,” he began to add more, much to my dismay, “you’re going to undress her. You’re going to take her jeans off, and only her jeans, and then you’re going to take her underwear down, deal?” The question of a deal was much like a rhetorical question, of course it was a deal.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was undressing Lucy in a hotel room because she was drunk out of her mind. Undressing her isn’t new to me, though undressing her as she is literally about to have sex is a totally different ball game. I reached around Lucy’s waist as I was stood behind her, and I undid her top button. The zip on her jeans pulled down with little resistance, and then I pulled the high waist skinny jeans down in a fairly slow motion. I knelt down as I was doing it, without really thinking as to why. My face was eye level with my daughter inviting ass once the jeans were around her ankles. I could practically smell her wetness. She was wearing the same light blue, Victoria’s Secret, lace thongs that she wore for the last client, and the back of them disappeared between the cracks of her ass.

In my mind, there was a spectrum. On one side, I was undressing my only daughter, my teenage daughter, my child that loves me and trusts me with the world, and on the other I was undressing a beautiful girl, with a sexy pair of tits and ass to match, I was undressing someone I’d love to let myself go with. I had never reached the latter side of that spectrum, never. But the more things like this happened, the more I was becoming accustomed to the idea.

I began to take her thongs down. I paid real attention to watching the material escape from the clutches of her gorgeous ass. I’m not sure whether it was the alcohol, but I was getting fairly in the mood.

Lucy didn’t utter a word, and I didn’t expect her to. Tell her to do something and she does it. Tell her to jump and she’ll ask how high, especially if I tell her to. She stepped out of her jeans and then her thongs, standing fully naked facing the client who remained speechless throughout the undressing. I was on my knees, behind Lucy, with thoughts running through my head of what I wish I could do to her if she wasn’t my daughter.

She made the first move, and I think she could tell that she had not one man’s eyes exploring her body, but two, and I think she liked that. I got up, got my whiskey and sat down next to the client, who was quickly being undressed by Lucy. I watched her as she took his trousers down and undid his shoes. Politely, she folded her trousers and put them aside, though I think her manners were just so she could bend over for him.

She got on her knees to take his underwear off. The underwear wasn’t doing a good job of hiding his erection and soon his cock would be released. I felt slightly inferior when it did come out, it was pretty fucking big, noticeably bigger than mine. The size of it even prompted a “whoa” from Lucy as she was just about to begin sucking.

The client stopped her and just told her to mount him. She followed the instruction and straddled him, reaching around to guide his monster cock inside her pussy. With my angle, I could see Lucy’s face, tits and the top of her mound. His cock was blocked by her thighs from my eyesight.

All boundaries went out the window by this point, Lucy couldn’t help but moan and groan as she took the clients member inside her pussy, which could only have been soaking wet. In my own drunken way, I just sat back and watched what was unfolding in front of me. I have always been laid back, that much is obvious, I think any other human would have kicked up a fuss about witnessing their daughter being used as a bargaining tool.

She did well. She took all of his cock inside her. I could only imagine what that felt like for both parties. Having a dick inside her, that big, that deep. It must feel as though she was being impaled. For him, I’ll bet it felt like heaven on Earth, or maybe that’s just my distorted and bias view of Lucy.

I didn’t know where to look. Before long, Lucy’s breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode the client’s cock. For the most part, I just looked down at my drink. I couldn’t move, but at least I didn’t have to look. From time to time though, I did look, I did glance. Maybe I’m in denial about what I want or what I desire, and alcohol is one of them things that opens my eyes.

There were a couple of moments when I did look up, and when I did, I looked at my daughter’s bouncing breasts and how she was being handled by a man roughly the same age as her father. I looked at her facial reactions, her mouth was open and she was moaning every few seconds. And then, she looked at me. Our eyes met. We made eye contact whilst she had a dick inside her. I looked away quickly, as did she.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. That saying was true in this moment. I looked back up at her after a few swigs of my whiskey, and then she looked back at me. This time, the second time our eyes met, I didn’t look away, and neither did she. We looked at each other for about 10 or 20 seconds whilst she was getting plowed, before she moved her eyes back to the client. I kept looking though.

I read far too much into this when it was happening. My mind exploded into a million different avenues of thoughts just by eye contact. Neither of us said anything at the time, nothing needed to be said. Looking back though, now that I’m sober and have collected my thoughts, I think I did look too deep into it.

I watched on as the sex continued. After a couple of minutes, I got up to refill my drink. I was allowed out by the client, he didn’t stop me, and I made sure to take my time pouring myself another glass of whiskey. I knew I needed to return, thankfully though, I was getting to the point where I was very drunk, and my memory of the night began to fade from this point on.

I’ve tried to recount what happened, admittedly during my alone time, but a lot of it is quite foggy. I remember sitting back down, witnessing the sex without too much extra happening between Lucy and I. I remember seeing the client orgasm, with all the cum being shot inside my daughters mouth. I don’t remember seeing her spit it out, so I can only assume she swallowed his load. They went off to bed and let me sit there, getting even more drunk.

The next morning, the client and I shook hands on the deal. I shook the hand that had presumably been up, down and inside my daughter’s body. Mission accomplished. It wasn’t good for my sanity, but it was money. The affect that that night had on my relationship with my daughter, Lucy, that is a story for another day.

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I hope you liked this extension of the story. If you have any questions about me, my daughter or our relationship together, please do Ask Me Anything in the comments, I would love to answer any questions you may have. Best wishes x

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