“Really? Ok. If you want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”
I had no idea what he was thinking, as he walked away and back through the door.
I stood in the hallway, crying. Pulling myself together, I headed back to the dressing area, to put on my next costume. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish out the night, but I had two more sets scheduled, and the boss wouldn’t be thrilled if I bailed on him.
It only took a few minutes before I was getting a message. I had a group of clients in one of the VIP rooms, and I was expected over there pronto. At least it would distract me from thinking about what just happened.
I adjusted my outfit and walked over to the room, making sure not to make eye contact with the group that was sitting…hey, where did they go?
Walking into the VIP area, I was met with a group of four men, three strangers, and one very familiar man. My jaw dropped when I realized my stepfather’s friend had bought the block of time.
“These are my friends from work,” Eric said as I walked in. “It’s time to earn your keep and entertain my friends,” he said smugly.
He thought he’d show me, put me on the spot, and force my hand. He knew I wouldn’t be able to do this with him sitting right there watching…he was almost right, almost. I was a professional. I had to do my job despite the awkward circumstance.
Surprisingly, there was this little thread of excitement running through me – I wasn’t sure if it was adrenalin or humiliation, but either way, it shocked me. Rather than run off crying, I was ready to show him up, and remind him I’m an adult, I’m not his daughter and can do whatever I damn well please.
I suddenly felt empowered. I had no idea what his friends were expecting. He probably told them to just act the part, and know it wouldn’t go any farther – boy was he wrong.
Chapter 3
Two of the men sat on a cushioned loveseat, while the others were on chairs. I stripped my shirt off, and heard Eric gasp. I think he was stunned I was about to carry out my show. I looked directly at him, daring him to open his mouth, and went to his friend, directly beside him. Straddling his lap, I pressed my breasts to his face. After giving him a nice bit of tit, I turned around and slid around in his lap, grinding him. My father’s friend’s face was getting red.
He didn’t get up to leave, but instead adjusted himself. This wasn’t going as he’d planned.
“Everybody out,” he yelled, telling his friends to leave us alone. “I want to talk to my friend’s daughter.”
The men scattered and left the private room, leaving me with my Eric. “Put your shirt back on,” he said picking it up.
“Why Eric, you don’t like to see my tits out?” I was feeling the fire of angst. He was on my stomping grounds now. “Does your wife even know you’re here?”
“That’s not important,” he stuttered.
“Really?” I knew he probably said he was out playing poker with the boys, and here he was checking out bare bodies to get his rocks off.
“Don’t try to turn this around, young lady. You don’t belong at a place like this,” he said.
“Sure I do,” I said, slowly squeezing my tits, letting my fingers rest on my nipples, before twisting them before him. “I like what I do for a living,” I continued, “and I’m a grown woman. You don’t get to decide for me,” I said.
“Can you stop?” He asked, watching my hands stroking my breasts.
“What’s the matter, didn’t you pay for a show?” I said, and walked too close for his comfort.
“That’s enough,” he said, backing up.
I pressed into him, and he jerked back, falling onto the sofa behind us. I climbed onto his lap, “Come on, Eric, Daddy won’t know, don’t you want to touch me? I saw you shifting your junk earlier. I know it turns you on,” I cooed, teasing him.
“Kristi, it’s time to stop this game,” he started, but before he could finish, I leaned in and kissed him. Only he didn’t pull away, instead he kissed me back.
We pulled away and looked at one another, startled by what we discovered. There was a spark, a draw to bring our lips back together. I was confused, and it was obvious he was as well…but our bodies spoke for us.
Brushing our lips back together, our mouths open, and as I closed my eyes I explored him with my tongue.
“We need to stop,” he finally said quietly.
“Bring your friends back in,” I said in a whisper, “let me entertain them, and you can watch.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was saying, but I knew he wanted me, and was fighting the feelings rushing through him, just like I was suddenly perplexed by what was taking place in the heated moment. I wanted him to look at me as an adult, a sensual, hot blooded woman who felt something during that kiss – just like he did.
He swallowed hard, “I don’t think I can watch,” his hesitation had him looking down, and barely croaking the words out, “I’d be jealous.”
“Then I’ll just work the pole, and won’t grind on them,” I said. “We’re not finished here,” I offered, looking into his eyes, “we’re not finished,” I reiterated.
I sent the bouncer outside the doorway to bring my stepfather’s friends back to the room. He asked if everything was okay, and I assured him I was fine.
As the men came back in the room, it was awkward for them, I could tell, so I just smiled and told them to relax, and did a slow grind and spin around the pole, pretending to make love to it, sliding it between my legs and pressing into the pole. Because our time had been shortened, I wrapped it up after a few minutes, and thanked them for their patronage.
Walking out of the room, I bumped up against Eric on purpose. “You should stay,” I said quietly.
I turned to the bouncer, “Jim, we’ll be in this room a little longer.” He nodded, and told me if I needed anything to let him know.
Eric told his friends he’d be over to the table shortly. He needed to talk to me before leaving for the night.
I put my hand in his and pulled him back into me. Embracing, I took a deep breath and looked up at him before kissing him again. It was insane the chemistry that was running between us. It was like electricity shooting through my body.
His hands went from my hair, to my back, and then slid down to rest on my bottom.
“Slide your fingers in,” I whispered, giving him the permission he was looking for.
His hand slid under the elastic of my skimpy bottoms, his fingers stroking my skin. I didn’t know what was happening, and didn’t dare ask. I just knew in that moment, I wanted him to take me – and I’d deal with the fall out later.
Chapter 4
“Make me cum, Eric,” I pleaded, and spread my legs farther apart, so he had easier access to my naughty bits.
There was something in his eyes, a lust I’d never seen before, and I knew at that moment there was no turning back. His finger slipped in effortlessly; I was soaking wet. I gasped at the sensation, and as he moved it in and out of me, he added a second. I rode his hand, standing there, my eyes closing – and in just a few moments, I felt the orgasm building. I gripped tighter onto the man before me, and as I came, I bucked hard, crying out with pleasure.
My eyes opened, and I smiled softly at Eric. Taking his hand out from between my legs, I lifted it to my mouth, and slowly sucked his fingers, tasting my own juices on him. Our gaze was locked, and then my hands dropped lower to find his zipper. Opening his trousers and dropping them with his boxers, I reached for his cock. He was hard and throbbing, and kneeling down before him, I took my stepfather’s closest friend into my mouth.
I wanted him to feel good, and know that I was the one who was making him feel that way. One hand caressed his balls, while my mouth worked its magic. My spare hand slowly stroked his ass cheek. I heard the change in his voice, my lips and tongue teasing him, and as he grunted, I tasted my stepfather’s best friend’s cum for the first time.
Standing up, I leaned in and kissed him. Neither of us knew what to say. We s
tood looking at one another, realizing what just took place, and were frozen as we came out of the haze of lust.
“Your father can’t know…”
“Of course, it’s our little secret,” I said.
“I should leave,” he said pulling his pants up.
“Eric,” I started, and then hesitated. “Nobody needs to know.” I blushed, and then swallowed before finishing, “You can always visit me here again.”
“I’d like that,” he said and then turned to leave.
I was left standing in the room, confused by the events of the night. I played them back over and over in my head, and tried to grasp the fact that we’d just shared intimate relations. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time, and a piece of that excited me, even though I knew it was wrong and I couldn’t let my Dad know.
He came back into the room within minutes, “One more time?”
I smiled. He wanted it too.
I went out to talk to Jim, and told him this room would be occupied for a while. Eric went to tell his friends he would see them later. He was going to wait for his friend’s daughter to finish, and then make sure she gets home safely.
When he walked back into the room, no words were spoken. He simply came in, wrapped me up in his arms, and held on tightly. Our mouths connected, and we let our tongues explore one another, in a slow, heated kiss.
I couldn’t understand what was happening. I knew it was wrong, and yet, I’d never been turned on more. All the years of sexual tension watching him and Dad, his protective-ness over me, him a man, and me now a fully grown woman… fueled our desire.
Pulling back, he looked at me. His fingers traced across my face, down my nose, over my cheeks, and then across my lips. I parted them, sucking one inside. Our eyes never left one another – and as his fingers moved from my lips and down across the soft curve of my neck and shoulder, I watched him. He was gentle, and his touch tender.
I was new territory, and he wanted to take his time seeing me, feeling me, tasting me. His kiss returned, and then pulling away, he scooped my breast into his hand and lowered his head to tease me. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, I closed my eyes and let the warmth run through my veins.
Every few moments, he’d suck harder, pulling a gasp from me. He suckled and then nibbled, twisting me gently between his teeth. I ached for him to continue, not wanting him to ever stop.
He moved to my other breast, and my own fingers traced the wetness that remained on my nipple. I pinched it, as he suckled my second nipple between his lips. My head thrown back, I let myself go, and the sensation of both of my breasts being played with, him on one, me on the other, had me softly grinding my hips.
I wanted to feel him inside of me, needed my stepfather’s best friend to penetrate me. I ached for more. He was taking his sweet time. I was desperate for him to keep going, and afraid he’d stop. It was a mix of emotions flowing through me. I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying this, and yet I was so aroused it was insane.
My father guided me back to the loveseat, and as I sat down, he crawled between my legs, helping me remove my g-string. Slipping it down over my legs, I sat with my thighs spread so he could pleasure me.
Before he pressed his face into me, he glanced up at me quickly, making sure I was okay. I put my hands on his head and guided him to my heated pussy, showing him I was more than okay.
With his hands, he pushed my legs wider apart, and then scooped my ass towards the edge of the small loveseat, for better leverage. His breath was warm, and within an inch from my delicate bits – and lightly he blew on me, teasing me, letting me know how close he was, before slipping his tongue along the length of my slit. There were no words, only moans.
As he licked my pussy, up and down, in and out, sucking my juices, circling around my clit and flicking at it, I arched up into his face, pressing him tighter to me. I knew I was close, and as he slipped a finger up inside of me, while sucking my clit, I clenched my thighs tightly around his head and let out a cry. Riding his face, as my orgasm ricocheted through me; I bucked hard and finally relaxed.
Dropping back into the sofa, I laughed softly, “Wow, I wish we’d done this sooner.”
Regaining my composure, I got up and had him take my place on the loveseat. Climbing onto his lap, I kneeled, straddling his legs. As I hovered over his big cock, I looked into his eyes before pushing down. His fat cock filled me up. My pussy lips spread around him, and I pressed down until his balls were at my ass.
I rode him hard, and at one point he stopped me, “Stay still for a minute, I just want to feel you. I want to remember how good this feels.”
When he nudged me to move again, I pushed down, feeling him thrust up. As his orgasm was building, he remembered we weren’t using a condom.
“Quick, jump off!”
“No!” I said keeping his cock in place inside me as I felt it pulsed deeply within me.
I grinded faster on him and as his jism shot out, his warm cum deep inside me, ropes and ropes of cum continued to spurt filling up my cunt.
“What about baby?” he asked totally depleted.
“I’m on the pill,” I smiled kissing him full on his lips.
I then stepped off the sofa carefully, and reached down, stroking my clit before him. He couldn’t look away. I wanted to give him one final show to remember. Standing before my stepfather’s best friend, I fingered myself until I was peaking. Groaning, the wave rolled through me and then crashed, washing over me with relief.
“That a girl! Ride it out, keep going,” he edged on.
My fingers worked their magic, flicking, and then penetrating, in and out. I jerked, a spasm cresting, and then finally had to stop. Collapsing beside him on the small sofa, I leisured in the high of the orgasms I’d just experienced.
“You’re so hot, baby,” he whispered.
“You’ll visit me again, won’t you Eric?” I asked, hoping for reassurance.
“Every chance I get,” he smiled, patting my leg.
THE END
Rough Daddy’s Naughty Daughter’s First Time Explicit Sex Story
Hard Big Man Younger Woman Backdoor Erotica
Untouched Inexperienced Princess
ABBEY PERRY
Table of Content
Rough Daddy’s Naughty Daughter’s First Time Explicit Sexy Story
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Chapter 1
Sheila had been having a great time this evening. She’d celebrated her nineteenth birthday with family and friends. She still lived at her parents’ house so the party had been held there. The atmosphere at the party had been great and light banter had flown across the tables. Everyone had been laughing and enjoying themselves and Sheila had gotten some great gifts. Now she stood in the door and waved goodbye to the last of the visitors. It got a bit chilly to stand in the open door and she felt the cold night air air breeze across her lightly dressed body.
Sheila’s young and slender teenage curves were covered in a tight fitting dress. Her aunt had already pointed out that the dress was far too short and was showing too much of her thighs. She wore black see through stockings and this, Sheila thought, was enough to cover her legs, to her, her aunt was just being an old prude. Auntie had warned her about leaving the house dressed so slutty.
“You will get raped by middle aged horny weirdos and big strong black guys!” Had been her aunt’s sharp warning and she made it sound almost like a threat.
Sheila had just laughed it off and soothed her father’s older sister that she would take care to be more prober dressed when
she left the house in the future. It was a good thing that her aunt had not heard about the tattoo she had gotten on her inner thigh. It showed a devil licking a bleeding heart. If her dear catholic aunt had known about it she would have called her a tramp and a prostitute and walked away while grumbling about how Sheila would go straight to hell. Sheila loved her dear auntie but thought she was getting real conservative lately and judgmental.
The last guest had left as had her mother who had a night shift at the hospital tonight. So Sheila and her daddy had been left alone and started to clean up. When all had been cleaned up, the only traces left from the party was the gift standing on a table. Her father Frank had offered to help her carry them to her room and she had happily accepted the offer. The both of them had gone up the stairs with arms full of presents; it had been quite a nice harvest. Reaching the top floor, Sheila opened the door with a push of a foot and walked to the side of the bed where she emptied her arms and let all the presents fall to the bed linen. Frank did the same and they stood and considered each other for a silent couple of seconds. Sheila was the first to break the silence between them.
“Aunt Peggy called me a slutty whore because of the way I dressed, could you please talk with her daddy and tell her that her remarks actually hurt me?” Sheila said in soft girly voice as she stared with big round blue eyes at daddy dearest.
“First of all I’m not certain that Peggy is the sort of person that listens to reason. Secondly I think she has a point Sheila, you’ve really begun to dress like a cheap tramp. Flashing all you’ve got for the boys and leaving nothing for the imagination. It feels like you really want them to come take you.”
Frank sighed and looked at her in the way fathers look when they are about to start a moralizing lecture.
“Really? Like this sweet innocent dress here?” She said in a feigned shock and twirled around so Frank could gaze at the tight pink dress that just served to highlight her female features.
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