Daddy Daughter Sex Stories

It was the one part of his job Carl hated the most. A new business client coming to town and it was his turn to show the client the a good time. For Carl and his associates, it meant taking the client to one of several strip clubs in town, having dinner, watching the dancers and maybe paying for the client’s lap dance if he wanted one.

The company had sealed many deals this way in the past. He hated the places and didn’t want to go, but the contract was important to the survival of the company he worked for and, it was his turn. He also knew the women working there sometimes did more than lap dances and the very thought of it disgusted him.

Carl loved being married and having a family and couldn’t understand why these guys, some of whom were married, didn’t feel the same way. The women would slide and grind their bodies against the men in the back on a couch or, for extra money, do a lap dance in a private room. It was those rooms he remembered so well. One client made him go back with him and he watched the young woman dance. Rubbing her body against the client, she slowly unfastened his belt and actually sucked him off while Carl sat in the dingy room with them. For Carl, the men deserved to burn for an eternity and the women were nothing more than tramps.

The one thing Carl knew for sure is he would never do anything like that. He loved his wife, Carol, and their beautiful daughter, Kate, now a college sophomore at the branch of the largest university in the state. Carl was a devoted and devout man, to his family and to his sense of values. The only rationale for going was because it was his job. It didn’t mean he had to enjoy it, and he didn’t. If he could find another job with the salary he was making, enough to take of care of his family and help his daughter with most of her expenses for college, he would quit in a minute.

He thought about Carol and how she had to endure these business “meetings” from time to time. With their shared sense of values, she hated it as much as he did. But, she understood the practicalities of it. It was a good paying job and besides, she trusted her husband. She knew how strong he felt about family values. He was a greeter at their small church and sometimes filled in for the pastor. The theme, his theme, was always the same, both in church and elsewhere. Family first and do what’s right.

Yet, even Carl knew the realities. Kate was had just turned 19 and was in college now. She was good girl, but there were no scholarships out there and college was expensive. Kate helped by getting a part-time job that kept her away, generally at night, as a hostess at a restaurant. He hated the fact he couldn’t do it all like a real man and father should, but his daughter didn’t complain.

Kate was absolutely gorgeous, which drove Carl to brink many times chasing away boys. He knew what they were up to and what they wanted. At 5-9, 120 pounds, with long golden blonde hair, she was a sight to behold. He thought a moment about his daughter and a day at the beach the year before when she came out wearing out a two-piece swimsuit. He never realized how much she had grown into a woman. His little Kitty, his pet name for her, had gone from his little girl to a well-endowed young woman. He remembered how upset she was that day when he threw a beach blanket over her and marched her back to the car making her put some clothes on “so the guys won’t be staring at you and thinking bad things.”

He was hoping she would be a math teacher or maybe an accountant. He felt bad she had to work while attending college, but there really wasn’t much choice. She seemed okay with it, but never talked about her job much. On the other hand he thought, what was there to really say about seating people at a restaurant.

As for her social life at college, it was nonexistent. She had tried out for the cheerleading squad and made it, but Carl put an end to that when he saw the uniforms. Short skirts just above the knee. He didn’t say it to her, but he didn’t want his daughter looked at as a slut or a whore gyrating around in front of people. She was good about though. Kate had reluctantly agreed to quit but thought he was being “silly” about his complaints.

Still, maybe there was one way out of the meeting. Talk to the boss. He tried it many times before and it never worked, but one more time he walked into the small corner office. “Tom, I can’t take this guy out tonight,” he told his boss.

“Not an option really, you have to.”

“What about you, or maybe Dennis. Dennis likes to entertain these types of people at those places.”

“Maybe you didn’t notice, but Dennis has been out of town the past couple of days. No, this one is yours. You know, most guys would jump at a chance to go to these places, unlimited expense account while you’re out, plus you get a bonus when you get that contract signed.”

“Tom, it isn’t for me, you know that.”

“Then Carl, maybe this job isn’t for you. You know, you’re one of the best we have. We all have to do things we don’t like in life. You think I like throwing away all this money on these shitheads! I don’t like it anymore than you, but business is business. Carl, just do your job.”

Walking slowly out of the office, he sat at his desk to call his wife. No answer. He called his daughter’s cell phone number. It seemed like the only way to get in touch with her anymore. He couldn’t even call her at work except on the cell phone. Some kind of policy about personal calls, which Carl understood. One good thing, Kate didn’t know everything he had to do at work to keep a roof over her head. He knew he would seem so hypocritical to her if she ever found out.

Carl went home, took a quick shower and said his good-bye to his wife. Asking where their daughter was, his wife told him she had been called into work again. He just shrugged as he walked out of the house to go to Pals & Gals to meet Cal Witherspoon.

Arriving at the club, he made his way to a reserved table up by the stage. The table actually abutted the dance floor. His boss came up with that idea. Carl had to admit the company had cut many deals in the place, but figured his company dealt primarily with perverts. Seeing an older man, probably about his age, he walked up and made his introduction.

Glancing down, he saw a wedding ring on Cal’s left hand. “You want to go someplace else a little more quiet to discuss business?” he asked Cal.

“Are you joking, you see the tits on the last dancer; man, wouldn’t you love to fuck those!”

Carl, cringing at the profanity, forced a smile on his face as he sat down. Cal was already drinking something, alcohol no doubt. The waitress, one of the dancers actually, came up to take his order. She knew him and knew he hated them and the place she worked. “What’ll it be, cola or water?”

“Water will fine, young lady,” he said. Cal looked at him. “Water, what the fuck man, get a real drink.”

“I don’t drink. So, you ready to talk about this contract?”

“You joking, let’s take in some of this pussy first. You don’t have to drink to look, do you!”

Another one, Carl thought. Carl’s back was almost to the stage. He looked around the room. Mostly men. They should be home with their families he thought to himself.

The PA system would blare out the name of the next dancer, then bellow out three songs. The routine was always the same. The first dance the woman wore a costume. The second dance she would remove her top and have some kind of a thong on and the third, well, everything came off. Being right next to the dance floor, the women would come over, dance and expect a dollar bill, or something larger, to placed in their garter as they moved in front of the men showing their naked bodies off. For Cal, it was almost like he had never been to one of these places before as he kept putting dollar after dollar into the garters.

By the third dancer, Carl was getting antsy. He wanted to get on with business but Cal was talking to a waitress. Great, Carl thought, now he knew about lap dances and the private rooms. He was excited as he told Carl about it. “You can pick any dancer you want!” he explained excitedly to Carl. “You ever do it before?” Cal asked him.

“No, never have, never will.”

“You gotta lighten up man. You wanna do business with me, you just gotta lighten up. Okay, now let’s just watch the show. I’m going to find you someone and you gotta do this.”

Carl didn’t pay all that much attention to him. Others had said the same thing, but when it came right down to it, the client always took the dance.

Carl waited patiently. He knew at some point Cal would get tired of the same old thing. The DJ announced the next girl over the PA system, “Now for your pleasure and entertainment, a little lady that’s only been here a couple months, but knows how to shake her tits and move her ass, Miss Kitty Kat!”

The music started. Carl looked up at the stage for a moment catching the name, his pet name for his daughter. A woman with long blonde hair slinked out onto the stage and over to the pole in the center. She had a small black mask on and a cat costume. He quickly turned back away from the stage.

The woman came over by their table. Cal placed a dollar bill in the garter. Carl saw her leg come out over his head waiting for a tip from him, but he ignored her.

“Man I can’t wait to see the tits on that pussy cat, know what I mean, Carl!” Cal laughed. “I wonder if she’s really a blonde. Guess we’ll find out soon enough, huh guy!”

The music continued and the first song was finally over. The second started almost immediately. The dancer was back at their table. Carl could see her ass moving to the music right in front of Cal’s face. When the third song started, Cal grabbed a handful of one dollar bills.

There was a look of lust on Cal’s face. Carl turned slightly to the stage. The young woman, still with her mask on, slithered along the floor, her butt raised high in the air, toward them. Cal leaned forward. Carl watched the woman for a moment. Her eyes were locked on Cal and the money he held in his hand. She pressed her breasts against his face and then swung around quickly in a sitting position. She raised her legs in the air. Taking her breasts in her hands, she licked first one nipple and then the other for Cal.

Her hand then went to her mouth and she licked it, then seductively moved it down to her exposed pussy running it up and down then back again to her mouth licking it again. Inching herself closer, she pointed to the garter and Cal put a handful of money in. The young woman immediately jumped up, ignoring Carl and moving to the next guy she saw with money in his hand.

“Her,” Cal said. “That’s the one we want. Real blonde too!”

The young woman finished her set and moved around the stage picking up bills she had dropped during her dancing. Walking off the stage, the DJ announced the next dancer. Cal got up and walked over to the bar. Great, Cal thought, he was going to set up his little dance. Actually, he knew this would be a good thing. Cal would have his little dance and then they would leave and get on to the business at hand.

Cal came back to the table. He seemed excited. “Man, you should see her without her mask on!” he said. “She’s gonna do us both. They have some private rooms, cost a little more and hell, I’ll even pay for it. We need to be up there in about 10 minutes.”

“No,” Carl said. “You go, I’ll wait down here for you.”

“Listen, buddy, you gotta come with me. What’s wrong, you don’t want my business. There’s other companies in town that can handle this for me.”

“Alright, geez, I’ll come up there with you.”

They were led upstairs by one of the bouncers. “Alright guys, sit in this little room,” he told them. “Kitty will up shortly, remember the rules, no touching the dancers!”

After the man left, Cal looked at Carl. “What’s he mean, no touching the dancers?”

“Just what he said. They can touch you but you’re not supposed to touch them.”

“What if I do?”

“I don’t know, Cal, do what you want and then let’s get out of here.” This would only be the second time Carl would have to get this close to this type of disgusting behavior. He waited with Cal for the woman hoping she would hurry, get done and they could get out of there.

A short time later the curtain to room opened. The woman he had barely seen before stood in front of them wearing what appeared to be a filmy dress and it was obvious she had nothing on underneath. She had apparently put her mask back on. Probably at the request of Cal was the only thing Carl could figure.

The young woman with the long blonde hair looked at both of them and smiled. Instead of speaking, she pointed to first one of them and then the other. They each pointed at each other. The woman removed the dress and stood naked before them. Carl averted his eyes as the woman sat down on Cal’s lap. Music piped in the small room and she began to move her ass around on Cal’s lap.

She slowly slid her body up his, rubbing her pubic area hard against Cal’s body. Her breasts were right in his face. She put her hands behind his head and pulled him tight against her chest. Pushing his head back, she put her finger in her mouth and simulated sucking it like she was sucking a cock. Her other hand ran up and down the length of body brushing over his crotch as the first song ended.

“Do him,” Cal heard him to tell the dancer.

“No, that’s okay, you…”

His words were interrupted by the young woman jumping up and off Cal and onto Carl. The next song started and drowned out the rest of his words of protest.

She stared into his eyes and Carl caught himself staring back, but only for a moment. She pressed her breasts into Carl’s face while her hips moved in a circular motion over his crotch. Moving quickly, she changed position. Her creamy ass was now in Carl’s face still moving up and down. First right up to his face and then away and then back again. Her large breasts moved up and down his body and he could feel her face pushing against his crotch.

Carl felt ashamed. The dance had just started and he was becoming aroused. His cock was starting to grow and grew even larger in his pants as the dancer’s hands moved up and down his legs bringing them almost to his hard cock and then pushing them back down again.

He could smell the sweet scent of her pussy as it moved back and forth toward and away from his face. He could hear Cal yell out, “Keep going,” to the dancer. “You’re getting him hard!”

Carl felt even more shame now. Cal was right and apparently it was noticeable. With great dexterity, the dancer turned her body again, grinding her bare pussy against his hard cock. She brushed her lips against his. Carl fought the urge to kiss her, but she moved her face even closer kissing him. Her tongue slid easily into his open mouth.

She backed away, putting her finger in her mouth, again like she was sucking a cock. Carl knew what Cal didn’t. It was a signal by the dancer. A simple nod and she would give him a blowjob.

It was a reflex action more than anything else. Carl’s head nodded and the dancer moved down unfastening his belt and undid his zipper releasing his cock from it’s confines. Her mouth moved over his cock and licked the head lapping up the precum from the tip.

As her mouth took his cock in, any and all fight left in Carl disappeared. He knew he should have disgusted with himself, but didn’t as his hips bucked up and down to meet the dancer’s mouth. His only thoughts, outside of the blowjob he was now enjoying, were he knew it wouldn’t go any further than this. The club had rules and fucking was out of the question.

Suddenly the dancer pulled her mouth away and moved back up his body. She pressed her breasts into his face once again. Carl’s mouth opened and he sucked the nipple of one into his mouth. He could feel the dancer raise up the lower part of her body and her hands went down his body to his cock. Grabbing it in her hands, she slowly lowered her pussy over the head and then shoved down burying inside of her.

She put her arms around his neck and pushed her face against the side of his. Slowly they fucked together, his cock moving in and out of the wet pussy. Carl’s thoughts were lost to all that was happening. Everything he stood for and everything he believed in were out the window. Now, he just enjoyed the warm feel of the young pussy moving up and down the shaft of his hard cock.

This new world he was lost in was shattered when the dancer whispered in his ear, “You like fucking me, daddy?” A hot feeling of dread rushed through his body as he recognized the voice of his little girl. Pushing her body back, he looked into her eyes again.

Reaching up, he removed the mask. “Oh,…”

She interrupted what she knew he was going to say with a kiss. Moving her face back to the side of his, she whispered again, “Be careful what you say.”

Yet, despite the horror of his discovery, Carl was still fucking his daughter. His cock remained hard and glided in and out of his daughter with ease. She pulled her head back and looked at him again smiling. “You wanna be my daddy?” she asked. Carl assumed it was for Cal’s benefit she spoke the words. “So, do you, do you wanna fuck your little daughter for this nice man!”

He wanted to push her aside, but she felt so good to him now. “Yes, Kitty, yes, I want to fuck you!” he said to her. “Daddy wants to fuck his little girl!”

Cal loved it. He encouraged them to keep going. They continued to slowly fuck, kissing each other deeply. The pace picked up and Carl felt his body begin to stiffen and her body begin to shake. Her moans got louder, loud enough to hear over the music as Carl’s cock exploded inside of her.

Sweat poured off of their bodies. Kate looked down at her exhausted father. “That was really good, daddy. We’ll have to do it again sometime!”

“We will, Kitty, we will,” he responded.