Julia's Daddy (Caught Stripping)

by Alexia Stark

  The shirt slipped to the floor and she hooked her thumbs in her pants, her hips tracing slow figure eights in time to the music. Eyes burned into her, but she focused on the lights again, hoping they’d blind her.

  Ever so slowly, she worked her pants down. They slipped over her heels, and she turned and bent over to step out of them while giving the audience full view of her ass encased in cute, ruffled pink panties that matched her bra.

  She stood, spinning around and grabbed the pole, hooking a leg around it before thrusting into it again, praying she was doing a good job. With a hand on the metal and her leg locked around, she threw her upper body back, then released her hand and hung back.

  Shifting her weight, she reached for the metal again and turned once more, facing her audience. Familiar dark eyes met hers, before slowly making their way back down her body and she froze.

  Daddy? That’s what he meant when he said the guys were taking him out? He doesn’t recognize me with the mask! And suddenly, the dance took on new flavor, and she let out every bit of pent-up sexual frustration she felt for the man before her.

  His arms uncrossed and he shifted, as if sensing her dance had taken on a new life just for him. He sat forward, elbows on his knees while his eyes traced every inch of her. She shimmied, then snapped the clasp of her bra, eyes locked on him.

  He sat back, crossing his legs as her taut nipples and modest breasts popped into full view. Her back braced on the pole, she writhed, her hands roaming her flesh, reveling in being able to show him her feelings without his knowledge.

  She slid down the pole, her hands running down the top of her closed thighs. When her fingers reached her knees, she spread her legs wide, running her hands back up the insides toward her pussy, damp and excited as she watched his eyes drink in every detail of her body.

  She rose back up as the song ended, running her fingers through her hair. Before she realized what was happening, the mask slipped free and fluttered to the ground before her at the same moment the lights went down.

  She held her breath. Shit, did he see?

  Her eyes adjusted and she caught sight of him, on his feet, trembling in fury. Grabbing her clothing, she rushed backstage, terrified. He saw! Oh, shit, shit, shit! Fuck, he’s going to kill me!

  She got dressed backstage and begged Miranda to drive her home quickly. Maybe if she could get back before him and get in bed he’d think he imagined the whole thing. Her heart slammed, and Miranda seemed panicked.

  “What happened out there?” her friend asked as they hurried out the back door, the bouncer a step behind.

  “Daddy was in the audience!”

  “Shit. And you took your mask off?”

  “It fell off!” They got in the car and Miranda turned the engine over and stomped the gas.

  “It was nice knowing you,” Miranda said, hazarding a glance over at Julia, who glared at her.

  “Thanks. Are you going to hit every fucking red light on the way?” She gripped the door handle so hard her hand and arm hurt, her heart slammed in her ears, terror lapped at her.

  “Yep. And just out of curiosity, when did you notice him?”

  “Second verse.”

  “Right about when your dance went from amateur to molten?”

  “Shut up, Mir. I’m in so much trouble, you have no idea. He looked like he wanted to choke me. Do me a favor, please don’t call me. I’ll call you when I’m not grounded anymore.”

  “God, he hates me. Makes him so much sexier.” Miranda pulled up next to the curb of Julia’s house. “Good luck!” As soon as the door shut, she raced off, and Julia sprinted inside. Opening the door, she halted.

  “Daddy, I can explain-“

  Daddy held up a hand, and she realized something wasn’t right. Adam and Kyle stood beside her father, and all three had crossed arms and angry faces.

  “You don’t need to explain.” Daddy’s voice was darker, angrier than she’d ever heard it before. “You want to be objectified? Used for men’s pleasure?” He advanced on her, and she backed against the door.

  “It’s not like that, Daddy.” Despite her protest, a dampness invaded the delicate folds between her thighs.

  “You watched me the whole time, baby girl. Why?”

  “I, uh-“ She pressed her back firmly to the door as he leaned in close, his lips flush with her ear.

  “You wanted to tease me, me and everyone else there. Well, Adam, Kyle and I are going to show you what it is to be objectified.” He grabbed her shoulders and dragged her toward the stairs.

  “Daddy, what are you-“ A sharp crack across her ass elicited a startled gasp from her lips, and a surge of traitorous fluid between her thighs. Rubbing the stinging handprint, she climbed the stairs without another word, fear welling up in her breast.

  She made her way down the hall toward her room, but Daddy grabbed her arm and guided her into his. He and his friends sat on the bed, staring at her.

  “Dance,” daddy said.

  “But Daddy…”

  “Come here.” His sharp words left no room for argument, and she crossed the room to him. He grabbed her, bent her over his knees and pulled down her pants and panties. She whimpered.

  The crack of his hand on her ass and the flash of pain forced a squeal from her lips, but he struck again, again, again, each stinging slap earning a wince, though she bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out any more.

  He shoved her off his lap and she teetered, catching her balance. With trembling hands, she lifted her pants and underwear.

  “Dance.” The command rolled off his tongue, and she did as she was told this time. Embarrassed, she rocked her hips, moving in time to music only in her head. Their eyes burned into her, and she ignored the excitement building in her.

  “Strip.” Again, the word was a command.

  “Daddy-“

  “Do you need another spanking?” His angry voice turned her on, but she shook her head.

  With fingers trembling from arousal this time, she tugged her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside.

  “Are you enjoying this?” His voice eased a bit, and she nodded. “You like it when daddy and his friends watch you get naked?”

  She nodded again, working the button of her pants before slipping them off slowly, her ass to the men. She bent, swaying her hips back and forth as she stepped out of the jeans. Tossing them clear, she turned.

  “Come here.” Daddy motioned her with a finger and she complied. “On your knees.”

  She did as she was told. He unzipped his slacks, his impressive cock bursting free. He stroked it a few times, then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down on it. Shocked, she wrapped her lips around him, enjoying the way his fingers tugged at her hair and the rush of moisture between her thighs.

  He pushed her down hard, and she took a deep breath, trying not to gag. “Baby, do you like Daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

  She nodded, wrapping her fingers around his shaft while focusing on the tip of him. He pulled away, catching her chin in his hand. He tilted her head up so far her neck ached, his eyes shifted back and forth over hers.

  “Lia, have you had sex before?” His stern gaze and flat words warned her not to lie.

  She shook her head no, and he released her.

  “Get on the bed.” He stood, stripping down. Adam and Kyle followed suit, leaving her the least exposed in her pink ruffled bra and panties.

  She crawled up on the bed, icy terror mingling with molten thrill in her blood. Hands clamped on her hips, pulling her back toward the edge of the bed, her ass up, knees under her. Her panties were tugged toward her knees. Her hands fisted the blankets, seeking purchase as heat penetrated the delicate folds between her legs.

  She glanced back, catching her Daddy’s face. His grim expression darkened his face, and she met his glance as he wrenched her back on his cock. She screamed out as he tore through her, the gush of fluid down her thighs startled her.

  Kyle backed up. “Too far for
me. I’m out.” He left the room while Julia pressed her face down into the blankets, though the pain faded, replaced by an odd pleasure, the sensation of being filled while still stretching around his large member.

  “Adam, you still game?” Daddy asked his friend.

  “Yep. If I caught mine stripping, I’d expect the same.”

  Julia lifted her head as Adam crawled up toward her. “Up on your hands,” he commanded, and she complied. He thrust his cock near her face and she opened her mouth obligingly.

  Behind her, Daddy slowly withdrew before pressing back in. He pulled almost all the way out again, the sensation sending shock waves of warmth and pleasure through her core. He rammed home, the burst of pain and pleasure overwhelming as she took the length of Adam’s shaft in her mouth.

  Fingers tangled in her hair, pulling painfully. She opened her eyes, catching sight of Adam’s arms pulling her down hard her on him. Releasing him, she glanced over her shoulder at Daddy, who had a handful of her hair as well.

  She moaned.

  The sharp crack of Daddy’s hand on her ass and the resulting pain startled her. “Mouth back on his cock, now.” Daddy nodded toward Adam, and she did as she was told. After a moment, he pulled free, and Adam sat back, cock out of her reach.

  She glanced over at Daddy, her heart slamming, each breath escaping in a quick pant. She whimpered. That’s all? That can’t be all.

  The men traded places. Adam’s hand sprawled across the flesh of her thigh, trailing up with a firm, though gentle pressure that drew a purr from her throat. His fingertips brushed her, and she pushed up on her arms, arching her back like a cat in heat. Daddy unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

  “Down.” Adam’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest flat against the sheets. Her nipples brushed the blankets sending an exciting twinge through her core. Her ass still up, she knew her whole delicate region was exposed for Adam, and she glanced over her shoulder at him.

  Callused fingers traced around the pleasure-filled nub between her pussy lips, up her velvet folds, up the valley between her cheeks and she moaned.

  Daddy’s fingers traced along her back, down her shoulders, the delicate touch electrifying every nerve in her body as he knelt beside her.

  Adam pressed the tip of himself against her, teasing with lazy circles around her clit while working at her bottom with a soft in and out tease. “Relax,” he whispered, and she settled down, not having realized she was thrusting back into him.

  “Good girl.” Daddy’s fingers still traced arcing patterns along her back.

  “Please…” she whimpered, the agonizing anticipation torture.

  “Such manners.” Adam slipped the tip of his cock up and down the length of her valley, dragging her moisture around and eliciting a shiver that worked through her whole body. As he made a second pass, the muscles inside her entrance clenched.

  “Up, girl.” Adam smacked her thigh and she thrust her ass toward him, reveling in the sting. Rising to a kneel, she watched her father lie beside her, his cock bending to tap his belly button as he moved.

  He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down toward his cock and she grabbed him, taking as much as she could in an eager gulp.

  “Daddy’s disappointed in you, baby girl. You like it when men objectify you?”

  She nodded, her muffled agreement causing a surge in his shaft as he hardened further. Behind her, she felt Adam take up his arousing loops around her clit, lips and pucker.

  “You like being a toy? Used?” Daddy’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging until a slight burst of pain brought a whine from her throat.

  She nodded again, grabbing his shaft with her hand and pumping it while focusing on the head. He moaned, hips thrusting up and she released him, licking at the beading moisture escaping the little slit on the tip of his cock. The salty liquid excited her and Adam gave a chuckle, spreading her moisture around with exploratory fingers.

  “Straddle me,” Daddy said, and she pulled her ass from Adam with a surge of regret. “Don’t worry, we’re not done with you.” Daddy took her chin in his hand, drawing her down to kiss him as she threw a leg over his hips. His erection tagged her leg, then rested between her belly and his.

  Adam’s hands gripped her ass, lifting her. She allowed him to position her and felt his hand between them. She pulled her lips away in time to glance down and see Adam’s hand grip daddy’s cock and rub it against her entrance.

  Adam guided her down on Daddy’s cock, his fingers leaving to trace the valley between her cheeks again. Her nipples bushed her step father’s chest, the electric touch drawing a moan from her.

  “Does my little girl like her nipples touched?” Daddy palmed her breasts, pushing her up just enough to tease her nipples between thumb and forefinger. The resulting shock of pleasure forced her to thrust on his cock, riding him while Adam explored.

  Before she realized what was happening, Adam was behind her, the tip of his erection tapping her pucker on each rock backward. The pleasure and sensation of Daddy deep inside her made her arms give out and she collapsed on Daddy’s chest.

  “Hi, baby.” Daddy’s arms held her down, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart for Adam. Adam’s fingers hooked into her pussy, working side to side in a rhythmic fashion. After a moment, the head of his member joined her father’s cock and she cried out in pain.

  “It hurts, please-“

  “Baby girl, you’re being punished.” Daddy’s words were rough, angry, and she clamped her lips closed as pain radiated through her, along with curious pleasure.

  Adam spoke, “Relax and it won’t hurt so much.”

  She listened, forcing her tension to melt. Pain shifted to pleasure, and Adam withdrew. With a moan, she begged him to come back. Without warning, he thrust into her ass, the flash of pain swallowed in pleasure.

  “Daddy!” she cried out.

  He gave her an evil smile. “I think you owe that one to Adam.”

  Behind her, Adam stayed still, allowing her rocking to control his depth and speed. Gripped by an intense warmth and tingling in her core, she moved faster, the sensation of her ass stretching, her pussy filled by daddy’s cock and the stimulation of her clit on daddy’s pelvis thrusting her closer to a dark orgasm.

  Her quick breaths progressed to small, aching cries while Daddy thrust up into her, and Adam allowed her to control his depth. She thrust back, needing him deeper. Daddy shifted hips down before ramming home again, the pain and pleasure mingling. His hands gripped her hips, as he did it again.

  Behind her, Adam leaned, his hands questing around her chest. She lifted a bit, putting almost a half a foot between herself and daddy to allow Adam’s fingers to capture her nipples. He squeezed them, then rubbed the tips of his fingers along them and fire raced through her blood.

  Her core tightened, need quickened her movements. The wave crashed over her, rippling through her center, shuddering along every nerve, pure joy exploding within her.

  “Are you coming, baby?” Daddy asked, and she nodded. Without warning, Adam plunged into her, slamming with a force that brought tears to her eyes.

  She cried out, but Daddy’s hands held her firm, refusing to let her flinch away. Adam trembled, giving a last, quick thrust before withdrawing. Grateful, she tried to pull away, but Daddy stopped her, his dark eyes burning into hers.

  “Daddy didn’t come, baby. You’re not done.” The bed squeaked as Adam left. She heard the shower start as Daddy rolled her over onto her back. He reared up onto his knees, his fingers digging into her calves.

  “Knees back.” He grabbed her thighs, pressing her legs up to her ribs so tight her breaths grew shallow. He withdrew, then ruthlessly slammed into her. She screamed.

  “No more screaming, or I will punish you.” His hand cracked across her thigh, the sting making her gasp. He pulled out a bit and she braced. He thrust into her, filling her with his excruciatingly large cock, his hands bruising her thighs.


  “Are you going to keep stripping?” he asked, and she shook her head, tears escaping her eyes. “Good. I won’t have to punish you again.”

  He pounded back in and she winced. “I like it, Daddy.”

  A groan escaped his lips. “Me too, baby girl.”

  “Come, Daddy,” she begged.

  “Not inside you, baby.” He thrust in again, and she ignored the pain, focusing on his expression, the tight control in his face as he withdrew and slammed back in.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes Lia?”

  “Harder, Daddy, faster.”

  He growled, pulling out. “On your knees.” She hurried to do as she was told.

  “Good girl.” His hand pressed into her back, fingers splayed across her shoulder blades. He pushed her down against the blankets, his other hand under her pelvis, lifting her up on her knees like a prized show dog.

  She whimpered as his cock brushed against her clit, hot and damp.

  Adam reappeared and crawled on the bed before her. She opened her mouth, and sucked his member between her lips. He hardened, and Daddy plunged into her, one hand on her hip, the other splayed on her lower back. She screamed around Adam’s cock as Daddy pounded her, the fierce pain and pleasure driving her closer and closer to release.

  “Come, baby girl.” Daddy said, and she sucked greedily on Adam, who tangled his fingers in her hair, his touch gentle as his cock swelled in her mouth.

  Her pussy throbbed, the orgasm bursting through her with a surge of warmth and she felt Daddy swell. He jerked free and punished her ass with a powerful thrust, his body trembling. He withdrew and she swallowed Adam as his speed quickened and he spilled into her mouth with a groan.

  Releasing him, she flopped on the bed, rolling onto her back. Without warning, Daddy scooped her up and carried her to the shower. Adam hurried before them, turning the water on. The shower rained down stinging hot water and both men knelt by the tub. She sprawled out on the floor of the tub, drained.