Amandas Secret Job

Amanda silently pushed the front door closed behind her and placed her purse next to her shoes.

She glanced towards the living room, and winced as she noticed the light.

"Daddy? Are you awake?" she called out quietly.

No answer. "Maybe he fell asleep in front of the TV," she thought to herself, it wouldn't be the first time.

Silently, as if walking on pillows, she tiptoed through the hallways towards the light.

"Where have you been?" she heard her father as she approached.

"I, I told you I was going to be late tonight," Amanda stammered and looked away from him.

"Where were you?" he asked more sternly, reaching out to grab his glass from the nearby end table. "Why were you out so late?"

"I told you I was going to be late, don't do this to me," she looked away again.

Amanda's father held his drink in both of his hands, slowly pulling it towards his mouth.

"I got a phone call tonight," he pulled the drink to his lips and paused.

"A phone call from a friend of mine," he paused again.

"What? What daddy?" Amanda looked down at her father confused.

"I can't believe what he told me," he bowed his head towards his lap. "He told me that he saw you. Saw you at..."

"Who was it?" Amanda grabbed herself and gasped. "Who was it, where did he see me."

Amanda felt her chest tightening as her legs gave out and she gently fell to the floor. She looked up at her father, tears slowly forming in her eyes.

"Daddy," she reached her hands out towards his legs. "Let me explain."

Amanda watched the look of anger cross his face, his blue eyes shining on her like steel.

"So it's true," he looked down at her and then away disgusted. "It's true, you were at a strip club. My nineteen year old daughter is whoring herself out at some strip club."

"Daddy!" Amanda sobbed. "Please, let me explain."

She reached her hands out to his legs pleading. She felt her body tensing like she was going to get sick, her stomach pulled together in a knot.

"Explain what," he responded calmly. "What do you want to explain?"

Amanda couldn't respond. She felt herself slowly losing control of her sobs, her body shaking.

"What do you want to explain? Why you've been out so late the last couple of months? Is that what you want to explain?" He looked down at his daughter, her blonde hair barely brushing her shoulders.

"Or do you want to explain what you do? How you rub your body all over strange men for ten dollars?"

Amanda gasped at his last statement and slowly regained control of her body. She looked up at her father angrily.

"I can't believe you," she looked into his eyes defiantly, "I can't believe you said that."

Amanda's father pulled his fingers though his graying blonde hair and exhaled as he leaned back into his chair. He calmly looked down at his daughter.

"Why don't you show me," he nodded towards her, "if you're not embarrassed, I shouldn't be."

Amanda wrapped her arms around herself as she felt her stomach jolt into her chest. Slowly she turned her head back towards her father, her face felt flushed.

"You want me to show you?" she looked up at him as he nodded again.

Amanda didn't know what to do. She reached her hands out to the floor to steady herself, trying to stand up.

"You're sure you want me to do this?" she looked at her father, finally getting to her feet.

He looked away but nodded yes.

She felt the tension that filled her body ease. She looked at her father, and felt her body shake. "What was coming over her?" she thought to herself. "Was she really going to do this?"

Amanda slowly walked towards the stereo, kneeling down and turning it on.

"I'll need a little music," she looked back at her father, her eyes staring into his as she walked back towards his chair, her hips gently swaying to the beat.

Amanda reached down and pulled her white blouse over her head. She felt her nipples press into her bra as the cool air rushed down her chest. She felt her mind disconnect as she looked down into her father's eyes.

She reached her fingers into her bra and gently stroked her nipples.

"Mmm, do you like this daddy?" she looked down at her father, his face as ashen as his eyes. "Do you want to see more?"

He looked into his daughter's eyes, his mouth shuddering unable to answer. He felt his body filled with fear, but he wasn't sure what he was afraid of.

Amanda drew herself nearer and gently reached her hand into her bra and pulled her out her breasts. She felt her body tense with excitement.

"How do you like my breasts daddy?" she licked her finger and rubbed it over a nipple before reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. She felt her hips rocking against her father's knees.

Amanda's father felt his eyes drift across his daughter's body as her hands squeezed her breasts together. He closed his eyes embarrassed as he felt the twitch in his pants grow firmer.

Amanda rolled her hips, her hands pressing her breasts together.

"Do you want to see more?" Amanda bit her lip playfully and pushed her hips forward towards her father's face, slowly unsnapping her jeans.

She felt her knee press between his legs, his cock jolting against it.

"Oh daddy, you're so big," she bit her lip playfully again. She pulled the snap apart, her fingers searching for the zipper. She pulled it down slowly, seductively, her eyes staring towards her father's.

His eyes were unable to look away. He felt his body tense, his mouth already dry felt ready to crack. This was his daughter, he kept repeating to himself but his body wasn't listening.

She pulled the zipper all the way down and let her finger slide under her panties. She started to pull down her pants slowly turning herself around, until they dropped to her knees. She pushed her hips back towards her father's face as she finished wiggling out of her jeans. She felt his chin bushing her underwear between her cheeks.

"No touching," she turned around and waved her finger. "That's against the rules."

Her father felt his stomach twitch as he smelled his daughter's excitement. He looked into her lace panties, her lips parted and obviously moist. He tried to speak, to protest, but his mouth just stammered.

Amanda looked towards the wall. "Why was he letting her do this for so long?" she wondered.

Reaching behind her she slowly pulled her panties down revealing the top of her crack. Her cheeks pulled together by the elastic in the panties, she felt the first cool breeze drift through her legs, sending goose bumps down her spine.

She waited for a moment, her fingers frozen at her side. She felt funny pulling her panties all the way down. She closed her eyes.

Her father felt his body stiffen. He couldn't help but watch as she pulled her panties further and further down her legs. He reached his hands out instinctively and brushed them against her hips.

Amanda felt her body quiver suddenly as her father let his hand drift down her hip.

"You feel so nice," she moaned softly lost in her excitement.

She pushed her underwear away, bent forward and pushed her legs apart. Looking back over her shoulder she slowly sucked her middle finger.

"Oh daddy, you're making me very excited," she looked into his eyes and slowly pressed the wet finger between her thighs. She watched his eyes drift to her ass as she gently worked the finger back and forth between her legs.

Slowly she lowered her hips onto her father's lap, her cheeks pressed on either side of his cock. She let her hips move to the music, feeling his cock stiffening between her cheeks.

He felt his cock pressing into her ass. He reached his hands out to her hips apprehensively and let his hands roll with her hips. He closed his eyes, savoring the softness of her skin against his hands.

Amanda felt her father's throbbing quicken as she gently pushed his hands off her hips and turned herself around. Kneeling between his legs she rubbed her hands through his pants and against his throbbing shaft.

Her fingers deftly reached for his zipper, her small fingers reaching inside of his pants, she clutched at his cock.

"Oh god," he finally managed to moan, his head tilted back on the chair. He felt her soft little fingers work their way through his underwear.

She unsnapped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He felt her soft breasts envelope his cock, her nipples pressing against his hips.

Amanda felt the heat of his cock radiating through her chest. She turned her head up to her father's, as he slowly pressed his cock up and down between her breasts.

He looked up at the ceiling, feeling his cock aching. "She's your daughter," he kept repeating to himself, his hips pressing up and down against her heavenly soft breasts.

Amanda slowly lowered herself between his legs, her mouth gently pressing against his throbbing cock. She looked up into his eyes, as she let her lips surround his cock, the heat filling her mouth.

He let out a moan as his daughter's soft tongue slowly worked around his shaft. Gently she lowered her head further and further, taking it all into her mouth, before slowly pulling it out.

"Oh daddy," she moaned, slowly putting him back into her mouth.

She let her fingers slide up to her father's chest, gently stroking him as she let her mouth slowly suckle her father's cock. She felt her body tensing with her own excitement, as his cock got harder and harder inside of her.

She stood up and straddled her father's legs. She leaned her hips back and parted her throbbing wet lips, her pink flesh glistening with her moistness.

"Oh daddy, you have gotten me so excited," she looked down at her father, as she let her middle finger gently work it's way deep inside of her.

Facing her father, she put her knees on his chair and slowly lowered her hips down towards his throbbing shaft.

"Honey," he barely found the strength to moan.

Amanda touched her finger to her father's lips as she led her hips over his shaft.

She groaned as she felt his hot cock pressing into her, opening her wider and wider. Her hips rolled to the music. Finally she felt her clit pressed into his hip.

"Oh daddy," she moaned, her hips gyrating back and forth over his.

Amanda's father felt like his cock was going to explode. He let his hands wander to Amanda's breasts. They were so firm, so hard. He pushed his hips deep into her's.

He looked up into her eyes as he lowered his head and pulled on of her nipples into his mouth. They were so sweet, like honey, he thought to himself as his tongue drifted across them.

Amanda felt like her body was ready to explode. She felt her chest tightening with each thrust of their hips.

"Oh daddy," she moaned. "I'm going to," her words trailed off as she felt her body tensing on the verge of orgasm.

Amanda's father felt himself pressing his hips higher and higher into his daughter. He was barely able to control himself.

He reached up and pulled his daughter's face to his, his lips pressing her's apart he explored her mouth.

Amanda felt her body lose control, her father's big tongue pressing deep into her throat, her hips rolled faster and faster against his. She felt her body tense before throwing itself into orgasm.

Amanda's father felt his cock give out as his daughter's walls vibrated against him. Finally the tension sprayed from his cock, filling her.

Amanda felt like she would never stop coming. Her body rolled and rolled for what seems liked forever. She felt her father's thrusts slow and then subside, his warm juice mixing with her's, trickling through her.

Amanda leaned forward, her face pressed against her father's shoulder, and caught her breath. She felt him softening inside of her, his heart racing against her breast.

"Oh daddy, I'm sorry," she moaned.

"So am I honey," he rubbed his hands through her hair.

"I'm only a waitress daddy," she pressed her lips against his neck and gently kissed him.