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Daddy's Little Stripper

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Nova Scotia, Canada
A light rain pattered on the windshield as Harold drove around town aimlessly. His wife Pam had taken one of her sleeping pills and her daughter Molly was at a friends house. He made sure to leave a note telling Pam he was going out to the bar.

Several different locations whizzed past his window where he could wet his whistle. Just around the corner was a new place. "Kat Klub" was its name. Harold have never been in there before and there was no line up outside. Parking the car Harold stepped up to the doorway and went inside.

The place itself had an air about it that seemed like taboo or off limits. Harold shrugged off the feeling and stepped up to the bar. "A vodka and orange" he muttered to the man behind the counter. After getting his drink he made his way to a table near a stage of sorts where several younger men stood enjoying the show as several barely clad young woman danced for them.

As Harold got seated and comfortable the show had ended and the girls made their way off stage. He sipped at his drink as the loud speaker announced another dancer about to take the stage.
 
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A light rain pattered on the windshield as Harold drove around town aimlessly. His wife Pam had taken one of her sleeping pills and her daughter Molly was at a friends house. He made sure to leave a note telling Pam he was going out to the bar.

Several different locations whizzed past his window where he could wet his whistle. Just around the corner was a new place. "Kat Klub" was its name. Harold have never been in there before and there was no line up outside. Parking the car Harold stepped up to the doorway and went inside.

The place itself had an air about it that seemed like taboo or off limits. Harold shrugged off the feeling and stepped up to the bar. "A vodka and orange" he muttered to the man behind the counter. After getting his drink he made his way to a table near a stage of sorts where several younger men stood enjoying the show as several barely clad young woman danced for them.

As Harold got seated and comfortable the show had ended and the girls made their way off stage. He sipped at his drink as the loud speaker announced another dancer about to take the stage.
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Molly sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was petite but had a rocking body and she had easily been able to lie about her age with fake id intact to get this job. And the boss liked putting her on because she looked like jail bait. She enjoyed the attention those men gave her. She also enjoyed showing off what she had. For sixteen, she looked amazing. Toned and tanned body, blonde hair of the natural sort and startling blue eyes that were big and bright. She had started this gig twice a week on Friday and Saturday Nights to get some money in her pocket because her dad nor her mom were giving anything worth using at the mall.

Hearing her name being called, she smiled, fixing her bra and panties and then putting the shirt and skirt over it. After fixing her make up, she walked out onto the stage, the music starting, the whole house dark. She walked confidently and made it to the pole, starting to dance and move to the music. Lights strobing as she gave off her persona of sexy schoolgirl. Which she was. She just didn't go around fucking. She realized she could have more guys look at her and touch her without her getting pregnant this way.

The full lights came on, revealing her as she ground herself against the pole and bit her bottom lip seductively then untied her skirt and let it slide off revealing her sexy panties. She continued moving her hips, smiling and giving sexy grins as she took off her shirt and started using the pole to spin, twirl and do splits. Then she saw someone she never thought she would see. Her dad. She hesitated only a moment and then got up, moving her hips and grabbing the bills they were tossing on stage. Singles, hundreds, fives, tens, twenties. Any and every bill. She smiled at all her admirers, slowly teasing them, sliding her bra down then looking at her father as she did, giving a smirk before looking away once her breasts were free.
 
The music pulsed and the lights were low. The next girl entered the stage and began a seductive dance with the pole put there to help tease the men. Harold glanced over the rim of his glass as he was about to take a sip. This girl he saw was dressed as a school girl, making her seem younger than she was he surmised. He watched her grind herself against the pole and surprisingly felt a little turned on he almost wished that it was his "pole" she was riding.

Her skirt dropped to the stage revealing the sexiest of panties. She spun around and back again this time missing her shirt. She had wonderful breasts, round firm and very plump looking. Harold imagined rolling his tongue around those perky looking nipples. Harold picked up his drink and tipped it toward his mouth, the dancer was sliding her bra off and when she brought up her head Harold almost choked. *MOLLY* his brain shouted. *She told me she was going to her friends house, what was she doing here?* He asked himself. He downed the drink and got up to leave in utter shock. He just wasn't sure if it was shock over his daughter dancing for money or shock over getting turned on watching her.

About 45 minutes later Harold was sitting on the couch in the front room. He had fixed himself a drink and had it sitting on a small table near the sofa. He took out his cell phone and typed up a message and sent it to Molly. The message simply said Home...now!
 
Molly had enjoyed her night on stage and was busy counting her tips as she got dressed. She normally only did a couple of dances before she went off for the night. One of the women there smirked. "How'd you do?" she asked grinning at Molly and Molly smiled.

"Seven hundred twenty three bucks," Molly smiled, putting a rubber band around the money and then grabbing a t-shirt and some jeans that she slid on then brushed her hair back in a ponytail. As she finished, she heard her phone go off and she looked at it, her eyes rolling when she saw that her dad had messaged her. She put the phone in her back pocket, stuffing the money in her purse, giving the woman, Precious, a smile. "I better get on home. See you tomorrow night," she smiled then grabbed her things, walking out. She had liked showing off for her dad, and she guessed he had seen her. Well that wasn't good but she had enough money saved up that she could leave if he kicked her out and start working full time at the club.

The ride home was a quick one after she made a night deposit at the bank where she had her private account. Seeing the light on in the living room, she sighed. It's not like she was having promiscuous sex with anyone and everyone. she wasn't a slut. She just had a body she liked showing off to guys. Better to show then to fuck was her philosophy. Despite her being a stripper, an exotic dancer, she had never had sex with a guy. Sure she had given a few blow jobs and hand jobs. But never anything more than that.

Walking into the house, she tossed her keys on the foyer table then walked into the living room, arms crossed over her chest. "Hello daddy..."
 
Harold sat there and waited. He didn't know how long it would be before Molly got home but, he figured it would give him some time to figure out what to do with her. She was good at it he thought. *good?* What the hell was he thinking, that was his daughter up there displaying all her goodies for those men...*for this man too* his brain chimed in. He still stared in disbelief that he got aroused by watching his own daughter strip at a club.

Harold glanced at his watch "12:15" he muttered, "where could she be?"
He could hear Pam upstairs snoring away the effects of her sleeping pill which will keep her out for another 6 hours he figured. *You got hard watching your daughter dance* his mind screamed at him. He looked down just thinking it now made his pants bulge out a bit.

He heard a car door close. "Finally" he whispered. Molly walked in and plainly looked at him and said hello as if there was nothing else she should explain. Harold started her words for her "Care to explain your actions young lady?
 
Molly looked at him, putting her purse on the floor and then kicking off her heels. "Do we really have to talk about this? I mean...I wasn't really doing anything wrong and if I am to judge daddy dearest, you got your rocks off watching me. And what were you doing at a strip club anyway? Going to get some tail and cheat on mom," she asked then sighed and sank down on the couch and ran her fingers through her hair, crossing her jean clad legs then looking at him. "I do it just because I like showing off and getting extra money to spend on clothes...and to help with mom's medical bills," she said. "You haven't noticed an extra two and three hundred bucks showing up every couple of weeks in that bank account of yours have you?" she asked him, her brow quirked. She knew if her mom found out, she would be heartbroken, but the extra money helped with the bills, and let her buy what she wanted.
 
"Got my rocks off," he repeated, "I most certainly did not." he lied hoping she wouldn't notice his crotch. He also recalled seeing extra money appear in the bank account and had always thought it was a error with the bank. "That extra money came from you?" he puzzled. He remained calm and kind of smiled to tell Molly that her hidden help with her mom's medical stuff was appreciated

Harold just sat there in a kind of awe looking at his daughter. She was fast becoming a beautiful and sexy looking young woman. "I just want you to be safe," he said finally, "Just what kind of things do you do at this club anyways?"
 
She sighed. "Dancing...and taking my clothes off...sometimes going to back rooms to give a guy a lap dance...nothing to major," she said then looked at him. "Sometimes guys like to touch me but they have bouncers for that to get them out of sight..." she said then stood and crossed her arms over her chest. "What do I have to do for you to not tell mom about this? She's sick...she doesn't need to know what I'm doing...and I am hoping we can keep this a secret. I don't want to hurt her...I just...I like doing this. I like dancing and showing my body off and getting guys to look at me...I know I"m underage...and it's illegal but..." she sighed then bit her bottom lip. "I love it..." she whispered.

"It's addicting...and...I think it's better I show off my body to lots of guys then sleep with lots of them...though.." she sighed. "I sometimes give blowjobs for the extra cash..." She flushed and looked at him. "Please don't tell mom that."
 
"Dancing, stripping, blowjobs?" he questioned. "You are quite right," he added, "We will need to keep this from your mom...she'll be devastated if she knew." Harold admitted. He picked up his drink and finished it in one gulp. He knew deep in his heart that he shouldn't think of his daughter in any way other than father and daughter.

Harold unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was decently sized. 7.5 inches long 9 inches around. He sat there with it in his hand. "I'm sure there is definitely something you can do for me to keep quiet." he said quietly
 
Her eyes widened when she looked at her father's thick and long cock and she felt her eyes gaze back up to him. "You...you want me to do that? You'd tell mom if I didn't..." she trailed off. She really did love her mother and knowing this would kill her. She looked at her father and slowly, Molly looked t him, then walked over to him, getting down on her knees. Closing her eyes, she started to imagine it was just another man's cock, desensitizing herself then putting her mouth over the head. She sucked hard on the mushroomed head then pressed it down into her mouth till it touched the back of her throat. Her hands massaged the base and his balls as she slid her lips back up to suck on the head of him, using her tongue to massage the sensitive head before starting to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth in shallow quick thrusts, sometimes taking him all the way down her throat before drawing back to focus on the head. She continued a rhythm of hard thrusting then sucking on the head, going back to thrusting. She was putting all her skill into this, wiping out the fact that this was her father.
 
He pushed aside that he just plopped out his cock in front of his teen-aged daughter. In his mind he wanted her to be safe. Having had a vasectomy 6 years ago he knew that his cock would be the safest for her.

He heard her protest a little but then agree reluctantly to keep her stripping job away from her mother. Harold watched as Molly knelt between his legs and took his cock into her mouth and began to slowly work her tongue around the head and drove the shaft deep into her throat. He simply laid back and moaned lightly. He shouldn't be enjoying this at all his mind told him but hell yeah this was a good blowjob. Harold felt his cock grow harder and he knew what that had meant. "okay, Molly," he said finally, "show me some other things you do for these men at the club."
 
She looked at him when he said to show what else she knew. She swallowed then got up, wiping her mouth and then went over to the surround sound and put in a slow beat song then turned the lights to dim. She was dressed in her high heels and decided to show her daddy exactly what she did. If this was his way of keeping quiet, she would be making sure he stayed quiet. Slowly, she started dancing and moving, her long blond hair falling down her back as she took it out of the scrunchie. She kept her back to him, unzipping her pants and then sliding them down. Sensually kicking out of them before turning to look at him in her button up shirt and thong. She continued to move to the music and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.

"You're hot for your daughter aren't you daddy? You want to fuck me don't you?" she asked, using the same lines with altered words that she used on clients. It's not like she really fucked them. she was a virgin, though she doubted her dad thought that much was true. Molly twirled and twisted, eventually getting down to her bra and panties before approaching him, straddling him and moving her hips as she took off her bra then she slid off, doing splits and movements meant to entice. When the music ended, she stared at her father, panting for breath.
 
Harold watched his daughter dance seductively in front of him. She slowly slid out of her pants and kicked them away. She turned toward him with a lustful smile. She was right, he was getting hot for his own daughter too. What he was doing was so wrong. Once she was down to her unmentionables she climbed onto his lap and began to grind herself against him. His cock was really hard now not having blow a load yet.

Molly had stopped and was looking at him panting feverishly. Harold slid his hand up and down the shaft of his erect penis. His cock glistened with her saliva and his own precum. "Do you have sex with these guys?" he asked, "If not I think I should want to..so you'll know what to expect." Harold already knew he would be going to hell for what has been done...might as well make it good.
 
Molly shook her head. "I never have sex with them," she said then grabbed her bra and slid it on and clipped it, fixing her sleeves then looking at him warily. She looked at her father's cock and swallowed then looked down. "I danced for you and I blew you. If you want to fuck me daddy, you'll have to do some of the work too. I'm not...going to do that. Not...that..." she said then took a deep breath and looked away, running her fingers through her hair. She wasn't going to tell him she was a virgin. He wouldn't believe her. What stripper was a virgin? She crossed her arms over her chest. It was weird. Strange how she actually felt heat from dancing with him and giving him a suck off. God help me, she thought tiredly then bent over, starting to pick up her shirt and jeans.
 
A feeling of lust that Harold had never before experienced over took his mind. He stood and went over to where his daughter was half bent over. He pulled her thong down and thrust his cock into the folds of her dripping pussy. He felt her hymen let go as he entered her fully. He placed his hands on her hips and began cramming his cock into her tight little box first slowly and fast and then slow again. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. Harold carried her over to the couch and laid her down. He got between her legs and forced himself in her again. "I want you to see the lust in my eyes as I fuck you," he sneered, "This is the same feeling as though men at the club get and this is the same thing they would do to you if not for security."

He slammed his cock into her again and again causing his balls to bounce off of her...he held back his orgasm a little. He pulled his cock out and jerked it a few times and exploded hot streams of jizz onto her stomach. He sat back on the couch feeling overly exhausted
 
Molly gave a scream when he entered her, taking her virginity in one thrust. She struggled, trying to get away but it was useless. And then he had her on the couch and she looked at her father as he fucked her and she gasped with each inward thrust into her tight pussy. His cock forging a path in her virgin cunt. She was crying as she looked at him and watched him orgasm. Felt his cum on her belly. Blood and cum on his cock as he sat on the couch. She cried softly then looked away, wiping her eyes. When she moved, it hurt and she couldn't help but wince. That was it. No more hymen. And it hurt. And she hadn't thought she would be losing her virginity to her father with her sick mother sleeping upstairs. She took a deep breath and then quickly grabbed her clothes before rushing upstairs to her room, shutting and locking the door.
 
Harold sat dumbfounded. His cock all bloody and limp. He watched Molly take off upstairs and thought he saw tears in her eyes. *What had he done* he thought. Without wasting a second more he got up and walked down the hallway to the downstairs guest bathroom and cleaned himself up. Once done he went upstairs and checked to make sure Pam was still sleeping away. He walked over to his daughters doorway and rapped on it. "Molly?" he called out, "Are you okay?"
Harold hoped what he had done did not hurt his daughter mentally or physically. He clearly was not in his right mind, but holy what a screw she was.
 
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