Riley Parker turned her hips away from the mirror, admiring her ass. She clenched her tight, pear shaped cheeks, leaning forward as she fluffed gently at the folds of her microskirt, making sure everything she wanted to be seen was in full view. She loved her ass, and her deep Venusian dimples. And she wasn’t the only one. She always welled with a cocky pride in the face of the envy of her peers, and would snap her thong, when she was getting dressed, for their benefit. It was a bit out of character for her, but she found herself allowing the indulgence of vanity quite a bit more often ever since she got the job. It was something she’d made a mental of to keep in check, and she made sure to leave it all at the club, but damn if she didn’t look fuckable as hell.
It was a Friday. The club would be packed, so she was wearing her tried and true schoolgirl outfit tonight. She’d only been here a few weeks, but she was thrilled with herself for getting one man to cum in his pants, dancing in this outfit. She loved it so much, she’d been trying for it every time, since. Teasing them, giving them a taste of what they wanted, before pulling away when she felt like taking it from them. She earned every $20, and already had a handful of loyal customers.
“Riley, you’re up.”
Her best friend, Kelly, was poking her red head in through the door. She was a waitress here, and had actually gotten Riley the job. She raised an eyebrow Riley, and Riley pursed her lips back at her. Kelly was cute in her waitress outfit. She was absolutely falling out of it, though. Her breasts were at least a couple sizes bigger than Riley’s. Despite Riley’s undeniable ass, she didn’t have the largest breasts of all the girls. In fact, she might even be a bit on the smaller side. Kelly never teased her about it though. Probably because she knew she didn’t have the artillery to beat Riley at that game. She *did* used to tease Riley about how hot her dad was for years when she’d stay over, though. A little too often. She even started wearing more cleavage when she would come around. Riley had called her on how often she talked about her dad once. Kelly had turned beet red and never brought it up again. She noticed that she didn’t stop wearing the slutty tops, though.
She wasn’t wrong. Riley’s dad was handsome. He was tall, and had a strong jaw that he nowadays lacked the desire to maintain, so he sported a perpetual scruff that Riley preferred on him. He had brown, wavy hair, and had thick forearms and broad shoulders from working construction. Riley fancied herself a bit of a tomboy, volunteering to help on the Saturdays he spent on house projects in the garage. Kelly had silently mourned Riley moving out of the house a year ago. While she only moved ten minutes away, there was now no organic reason for Kelly to see her dad ever again, outside of special occasions.
Riley nodded and pulled her white top together over her black lace bra, pouting inwardly that it wasn’t tighter over her chest. She made a face, snapped her G string for good measure, and followed Kelly out the door.
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Riley surveyed her audience from back stage. The room was packed. They were understaffed. Men were coming up during dances to reserve the ladies for private dances before anyone else could grab them. The men in the back weren’t going to stand much of a chance tonight. The music volume dipped for a second as the DJ’s voice came over the speakers.
“Give it up for Nadia, folks. Naaaadiaaaaa.”
Riley tugged at her stockings.
“Up next on the main stage is Lyssa.”
Riley stepped forward at the mention of her stripper name as the dubstep kicked on. That was Kelly’s influence, too. At the end of family and friends get togethers, when most everyone else had gone home, and Riley and her friends had been drinking, Kelly would signal her desire for a night out at the clubs by changing the background music playing on the TV to EDM. It was like the Bat-signal, gathering her OG crew to the living room, no matter where they were in the house. It never failed to gather their full support. Kelly would tease Riley’s parents and insist that they should come. Almost too timidly to come off as playful. At this point Riley would grab her dad’s wrist and urge him to dance with them. A move she would *never* have the guts for if she weren’t already a bit tipsy. She knew he was too serious to play along, and loved trolling him when she knew he wouldn’t hold it against her because of the alcohol. She knew her mom would probably want to keep him in their empty home to herself those nights, because the house was never any cleaner after the party until the next morning, when she’d find her mother busying herself with the clean up with a spring, or a limp, in her step.
Riley’s thoughts drifted back from her dad to her dancing. What would her dad think of her dancing now?
She was doing well. There was a semicircle of men gathered around the stage, a couple of which had left a dancer waiting for them back at their tables. She smirked inwardly, catching their dagger glares. She even seemed to have the attention of the men who weren’t at the stage, who were getting dances themselves. She took particular notice of the man in the back corner. It wasn’t well lit, so she couldn’t make out his eyes, but besides not having had a dancer with him all night, he hadn’t moved the entire dance, to the point of not even acknowledging his waitress when she came by. He never approached the stage, either. He just watched.
He was still giving her the same treatment when she had made her way off the main stage and started performing on one of the smaller stages. It was closer to him, and he had now turned to face the smaller stage, but she still couldn’t make out much except that he was well built, and he was wearing a baseball cap that was shielding his eyes. She still had a gathering of men at her feet who she needed to entertain, but she made sure that when she arched her hips back and flashed her ass, kneading her fingers against the sides of her mound, slowly pulling her body up in a grind against the pole, it was in his direction.
After collecting her top, skirt, and the bills that littered the stage, she made her way back to the dressing room. Steph, one of the waitresses, was there, taking a load off.
“Hey. My guy at table seventeen requested you.”
Riley shrugged. “I mean… I’ll see what I can do, but I’ve already got-”
Steph nodded towards the counter. Riley eyed the Pink Lady that was set there. Her favorite drink. *Damn, my kryptonite*, she smirked to herself. Steph moved close to her and pushed something into her hands. Riley looked down and quickly leaved the edges of a handful of cash. “You may want to take this one. He took care of me, too,” she muttered.
Riley looked up.
“He’s not bad looking, either,” she finished wryly.
Riley nodded. Steph walked out, and Riley shoved the money into her purse. She downed the drink and freshened up.
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Seventeen, of course, was the man that she’d been toying with, who had been eye-fucking her all night. She made a beeline towards him, and swayed her hips as she approached. He was being shy now, still not looking up from under the brim of his cap. She noticed another Pink Lady awaited her on the table. This guy wasn’t bothering with subtlety.
She bent over and placed a warm hand on his knee. “Would you like some company?”
He nodded under the brim, still not looking up. It was starting to get a bit creepy now, but the money was too much to walk away from. She slid onto his lap, immediately noticing the huge, throbbing erection pressed up warm under her ass cheeks. Her eyes widened to find that the hand she had placed farther down his leg to stabilize herself was still gripping a handful of cock. It seemed to disappear right before his knee. She jerked her hand back in surprise.
“Jesus.” Riley barely let her involuntary exclamation quietly escape her lips. She timidly but excitedly replaced her hand. It was thick, too. Thicker than her wrist. It pumped achingly against her fingers. She’d never seen a guy so hard. Especially before he’d gotten any play. *This is going to be easy*, she thought. She’d have to be careful not to release him too early if she wanted to milk him for what he was worth.
“Riley,” the man said, snapping her back into reality. How long had she been turned away from him, staring at his junk? That thought was quickly dismissed, with the realization that he had used her *real name.*
She snapped her hand back again, spinning her head around, her short blond hair whipping around her neck. *That voice.*
Her eyes found her father’s.
He looked hungry.
She found herself thinking in slow motion. Nothing was making any immediate sense. *Why is he here? Why did he ask for me?* And then, *Did he know it was me when he did?* His eyes and his hot cock thumping again against the back of her exposed thighs answered her questions for her. She could feel her heart racing in response.
It felt like an eternity as she sat paralyzed, his eyes penetrating her. Finally, the music faded in the background, and the next song began to ramp up. She suddenly realized she felt a bit buzzed already. She didn’t think she’d even blinked for the last… how long had she been sitting there? Her eyes fluttered, now, as if to make up for the blinks she’d missed.
She pressed her lips together to stop her jaw gaping. Wordlessly, she picked up her drink and brought it to her lips. She looked back up into her father’s eyes firmly, accepting his challenge. She drank, her eyes looking down at him over her nose and past the glass as she tilted her head back and finished in one go. Still refusing to break away from his gaze, she set the glass down and placed her hand back down on his member, squeezing lightly. She pushed her hips forward, swaying in time with the music, closing her eyes as she felt the music’s rhythm ebb through her body.
She opened her eyes, standing up in front of him between his legs as she towered over him in her heels. She liked that he had to look up at her to meet her eyes. His expression didn’t change. One arm rested over his stomach, while the other rested on top of the first, with its fist at his lips, as if he was thinking intently. She stepped into him and widened her stance, forcing his legs open wider. She bent over, showing him the cleavage she had, held firm behind the knot of her skimpy white top. Arching her back, she pushed her breasts against her dad’s chest, moving up against him until his face was in them. He stared into them and she smiled.
She gasped softly in surprise as she felt his strong fingers pressing into her supple ass. Her hips grinded into his as his thumbs slid under the sides of her thong. She let him play with it, until she felt his fingers push underneath it near her asshole, and she pushed his hands down to her thighs. She would have loved to let him do what he wanted to her, but she enjoyed more the idea of controlling and depriving him. It was a new feeling when it came to her father. He was usually stoic to the point of intimidating. But she felt practiced and successful enough with the other men she’d danced for that she was confident she could do it.
She slid her fingers over his chest before pushing herself off of him, stealing his cap and placing it on her head with a cocky smile. She sat down, straddling his leg, facing away from him. She felt him bulging against her pussy as she arched her hips into his leg, her microskirt flared out and hiding none of her ass from her father. She rocked her hips side to side playfully as she looked over her shoulder with a wink. He placed his hands on her hips and fucked her slowly through their clothes. Riley closed her eyes and let a moan escape before stopping herself. It wasn’t quiet, but the music was loud enough to have masked it. She couldn’t have him thinking that he was getting the better of her.
Determined to take back control, she stood up and faced him again, placing his cap back on his head slightly askew, so he’d have to adjust it. He didn’t bother. He just kept staring at her. She then slid down his body until she was kneeling in front of him. She pushed he knees apart again, and felt something wet and sticky between her fingers. Her eyes went wide as she saw the damp spot on his pants. *Did he cum already?* she blinked. No, it ran all the way down the length of his leg.
It was *her.*
With so little fabric between them, her juices had soaked into the leg of his jeans. Her face ran hot as she moved smoothly to own the situation, running her tongue over the wetness. She blushed even harder, the panic having made her forget that his cock was where she had been sitting. Now she found herself tasting not only her own sweetness, but feeling her father’s member pulse hotly against her tongue through his jeans. A move she wouldn’t have had the nerve for in a million years if she hadn’t stumbled into it accidentally. She wrapped both her lips around the bulge, straining her eyes to look up at her father as she did so to see how he was reacting. She wasn’t sure, but even he looked a bit surprised. She grinned inwardly. She sucked at the side of his dick hard enough where she was only making the denim more damp, proving to him that she’d known what she was doing all along.
Except for her blushing, which she wasn’t sure was visible, especially in the dim light, she was convinced that she’d given every impression that her wetness had not caught her off guard. She leaned into the bluff even more, by punctuating it with a tongued kiss where his mushroom head would be. Under the sexy, in-control facade, her head was swimming in embarrassment and booze now, and she kept finding herself falling in deeper and deeper over her head with each corrective measure.
“*Riley.”*
Her father’s hand was on her shoulder, pulling her off his cock. She looked up at him. She could tell by his tone that this was the second time he had tried to get her attention.
“Get us a booth in the back.”
Riley’s heart was racing now. What did he want in the back? She was already doing more than she was allowed for him. She almost moaned just *thinking* about the next step, and how it would feel with him filling her completely. Her voice didn’t work the first time. “O-okay,” she managed.
She wiped at her mouth with her arm, knowing that her makeup would be a mess now. There was enough saliva to drown out most of the lipstick on his pants, but it was still noticeable. She licked a napkin and dabbed at it.
“Why don’t you go to the bathroom and clean up a bit,” she said, with a bit more authority, standing up.
Her father stood up as well, facing her, their bodies just barely pressing against each other. He looked down at her. “Order yourself another drink.”
Riley nodded and her father walked off.
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Riley waited in the VIP’s semicircle booth nervously. Her father still wasn’t back, and the building suspense was only making things worse. The music thumped loudly in her ears, in time with her pulse. Where was that drink?
As if on cue, a hand pulled the curtain back and her waitress poked her head in. Riley’s eyes went wide.
“Hey,” Kelly smiled, setting down the Pink Lady and two shots of tequila. “Got a big spender, huh?”
Riley was in full panic mode. Her dad could be back any second. “Yeah, he’s alright,” she heard herself say. Seeing that that wasn’t enough, she quickly added, “Did you get the whiskey?”
Kelly blinked. “No, Steph didn’t say anything about that.” She stepped back with a playful salute. “On it. I’ll get you a couple of waters, too. You look a bit toasted.”
Riley imagined that under normal circumstances, she’d squash her with a look. So she did.
Kelly grinned and disappeared behind the curtain.
*What the fuck was that?* Riley cursed inwardly, *She’s just gonna come back now.*
She darted her head out of the booth and waited for Kelly to disappear before waving down another waitress. “Hey, Steph.”
This was a different Steph.
The waitress turned. “Hm?”
“Could you tell Kelly to cancel the whiskey? My guy changed his mind.”
She nodded. Riley darted back behind the curtains and sat down, pulling the drinks to her. None of them were for her father. She was horny as fuck, and she wanted to be sloppy for him. She downed the shots and got halfway through the Pink Lady before it started dribbling down her chin and neck. She didn’t bother to stop or even slow down, the drink continuing to stream down between her breasts and down to her navel before she finished and dabbed at herself with a napkin. Unfortunately, the only napkins she had were the ones the drinks were set on. It was as she wiped her chin with her arm that her dad walked in.
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Riley didn’t waste any time. She wanted to catch him off guard, but even worse, she wanted *him.* She walked up to him and pressed her mouth against his, shoving her tongue down his throat. The force pushed at the brim of his cap, which fell at their feet. He staggered, and she pulled at his hips while he fumbled for balance. Stepping to the side, she spun him around and pushed him into the seat. She had a wide, evil smile on her face now as she licked her lips, resting her knee on the seat between his legs, leaning over him. She moved in to kiss him again as her hand went to his leg, only to find that his cock wasn’t there. She pulled back, tracing her fingers up his leg. She cupped at his balls with no second thought, and followed his cock up towards his zipper. He’d repositioned himself in the bathroom. He was way too big to fit within his pants positioned this way. She could now make out its contour under his shirt. She hugged her fingers around it, tracing her hand upwards until she found the tip just under his chest. She imagined that’s how deep he would be inside her. She could feel it pressing into her lungs, making it hard to breathe. She had to remind herself to breathe, now.
She looked back over her shoulder to see how much the curtains were obscuring. A bit, but not enough. She’d have to be careful. And quick. Despite canceling the drink order, there was no telling when Kelly would be back to check on them.
Riley slid her hand under her dad’s shirt and gripped his shaft, as a wave of excitement washed over her. She could only barely get her fingers to wrap completely around it. She slowly pumped her fist up and down him, looking up at him. He still just stared into her eyes, but his lips parted slightly. She felt him tug on the knot tying her top together, and it fell open, fully exposing the lacy black bra she was wearing underneath. His hands cupped her tits as she pushed them against him, and she felt his thumbs knead at her flesh. Stifling a moan, she didn’t let that go on for long. Still watching his eyes, she pushed her tongue against his length through the shirt, finally reaching his thick helmet head. Her eyes smiled coyly at him as she wrapped her mouth around it, sucking gently, tonguing at the throbbing vein underneath.
She pumped his cock more quickly now, but with it pressed against his stomach, she couldn’t grip him like she wanted. Still sucking at his head, she unzipped his pants, and his cock fell out of them with a weight that pulled his shirt away from his chest.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted that cock. She pulled back to look over her shoulder at the curtains. They hadn’t moved since last she looked, but this time she decided that it was obscuring more than she’d thought before. She was drunk, and she was hungry. She felt something brush against her thigh as she turned back around.
Her father was standing, looming over her. She looked down to find his pants around his ankles, and his cock thumping hot against her leg. It was *massive*. It curved like a scimitar, with a bubble of precum pooling at its head, drooling down its vein. She wanted it in her *now.*
But there was no hiding this. Before, when he was sat down, she could obscure a lot of what she was doing with her own body. “What’re you-” she started as she began to raise her eyes to her father again, but before she could, a forceful hand on her shoulder pushed her hard onto her knees. Stunned, she tried looking up at him again, but once again, before she could, half of his cock was pushing down her throat.
She gagged immediately, coughing around the shaft, but his only reaction seemed to be to punish her with more of his length. Her eyes watered as she opened her jaw, and her throat thickened around him as it pushed into her, like a snake swallowing its meal. She felt his hands on the back of her head pushing her face into his balls as she took all of him, and she pushed her long tongue against them, managing to pull one between her lips with a hard suck before it fell out again. He relieved her, removing himself completely, and she hunched over in a coughing fit, desperate to recover her breath.
Still coughing, she looked up at it again. It had been excruciating, but the smeared lipstick pressed against the base of his cock filled her with pride. She wrapped her fingers around it and looked up at him.
He looked down.
Riley tilted her neck back to run her tongue along the vein. She pushed her smeared lips around its head again and pushed her head forward.
She bobbed her head up and down on him, blowing him to about half his length as quickly as she could. He arched his hips against her mouth, and she readied herself as she felt his hands on the back of her head again.
This time, instead of pushing himself slowly down her throat, her eyes went wide as he slammed into her. She winced in pain as she felt his huge hands grip at her short hair, forcing her onto him with each thrust. He wasn’t holding back now as he fucked her face with his whole length, her throat closing tight around him. She gagged and moaned against him, her eyes filling with water. But he didn’t stop. He fucked her hot mouth hard, saliva drooling around her mouth and off her chin in spaghetti strands flying everywhere with each thrust, and mascara running down her cheeks.
With her dad’s hands holding her head facing forward, Riley could do nothing but strain her eyes to look behind her towards the curtains. It had only been a few minutes, but Kelly could show up at any moment. Her eyes were still trained on the curtains when he pulled her off of him and she again coughed desperately for air, streams of spit falling from her chin and pooling at her knees, mixing with the wetness pouring down her legs at this point. His cock was soaked in it, and it drooled down his balls and his legs.
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She was still coughing when she felt his hands grip painfully at her hair again. He pulled her to her feet before pushing her shoulder to turn her around. She felt the hand at her head push her down, bending her over and pressing the side of her face hard into the vinyl of the seat. Her hand subconsciously wrapped around his in retaliation, finally settling on holding it against her head to lessen the pain when she found she couldn’t do anything else. His other hand lifted her hips into the air before tugging at her soaked thong. She heard a snap and saw it drop to the floor out of the corner of her eye. Her pussy drooled, fully exposed to him, and she ached inside as she felt his head push slowly against its warm, wet folds. She reached back with her other hand, past her microskirt, her fingers flicking over her clit. He pushed into her slowly, filling her up inside as she took all of his length. She felt her own stomach bulge against her arm as he forced himself into her. She felt it push into her chest. She moaned loudly, not catching herself this time. Her legs trembled in disappointment as she felt him recede. Then she felt his wet cock head pushing up and down against the folds of her pussy again.
Was he teasing her? She whimpered audibly for more. She was rewarded with his clenched fist pushing her face harder into the seat, and his fingers tearing at her pretty blonde hair. Her eyes shot open as she felt his head push hot between her cheeks and against her taut asshole. “N-” she started, before she felt him ram his cock into her, and she finished the word with a loud “*OOF*” before pulling her hand away from her pussy to push her fist against her mouth in a belated attempt to muffle her cries. He continued to hold her head down as he raped her ass with his monster cock, his pace fast and unforgiving. She gritted her teeth, and clenched her eyes closed as she concentrated fully on taking the pain.
She guessed it had only been less than five minutes. That’s fewer than a couple dances. Yeah, that sounded right – the music had only changed the once since Kelly left, right? Or was it twice? Had she forgotten a song? It felt like he’d been fucking her ass forever. And that blowjob must have taken at least…? She didn’t know. Riley was usually a sharp girl, but she’d drank herself stupid, and her head was going fuzzy even with the simplest math. Maybe if her dad’s cock wasn’t pounding her ass every half second, demanding her attention and breaking her concentration, too. She wished she hadn’t drank so much. They still had time. Kelly had left them with a good handful of drinks. She wouldn’t be back for some time. If she could finish him off soon…
She arched her hips against him and grunted with every thrust as he pounded her into the seat. Her body shuddered intensely and her mind went numb as she came, squirting violently. “*UUUNNNGGHHHHH…,*” she moaned like an animal in heat as waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Her legs spasmed and wobbled as she struggled to keep standing. Her dad’s free hand gripped tightly at her leg, his fingers digging deeply into her inner thigh, holding her hips back up against his cock unforgivingly.
He didn’t even slow down. Her neck was really starting to hurt, now, she noticed as her mind came back to her. She opened her eyes, peering through blurry tears to see the curtains again. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was her dad’s amazing cock in her ass, but she found herself caring less and less about whether Kelly was going to see them.
She felt immense relief as his hand released her hair. Her hips were still arched up against her father, but the rest of her body lay limply against the seat, used. The arm she had been muffling herself with now hung over the side of the seat uselessly. She shivered as he pulled his cock out of her gaping asshole, sliding its length up and down between the tight ass cheeks she was so proud of. She felt him pushing back into her pussy again. It plunged deep into her as he leaned over her, and she felt his hands at her wrists, pulling them both behind her. He pulled her arms taut, the vinyl peeling off her face as he pulled her up off of the seat.
He rammed his cock into her like a jackhammer, and Riley groaned, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her body tried to moan, but nothing came out as his cock knocked the wind out of her with every thrust. He was slamming into her pussy so violently now that she noticed one of her breasts had popped out of her bra, and was bouncing underneath her. She felt his cock pulse inside her as his climax built, and she knew he was almost done with her. She pushed back against him with whatever energy she had left as she felt her body tighten in response to his. Her cunt hungrily swallowed him whole as his balls slapped against her. His pace suddenly quickened and he pulled on her arms hard. She felt like he was going to rip them out of their sockets as jets of hot, bubbling cum spewed deep inside of her, and her legs locked tightly around the back of her dad’s legs as she shuddered in an uncontrollable orgasm for the second time that night.
If her mind hadn’t just shut down, she would’ve thought they still had time to spare. She just needed to get his pants on and get him out of the booth. If only she could get her body to move. She was hurting all over…
“Mr. Parker….!” came the gasp from within the curtains.
He had only begun unloading inside Riley when she heard the two glasses of water crash onto the floor, splashing at her ankles. His cum filled her completely, and poured out of her pussy around his shaft, running warm and creamy down her legs and his balls before pooling onto the floor. She didn’t even acknowledge Kelly, who was holding her hand over her gaping mouth. Riley hung almost lifelessly off her father’s cock, her hair in tangles, and her makeup smeared and crawling down her face. She collapsed onto the floor into the puddle of his making, his cock still leaping with his pulse as gobs of his cum kept spilling onto her tits, face, and hair. His cum drooled down her ass her face sank into his sweet, creamy mess.
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Intense
Now it’s Kelly’s turn!