Bar Slut Daughter

Nikki Cavanaugh held on to her father as he lay on top of her, his hips pumping, his large cock thrusting into her depths. All she could do was hold on, her father was a large, powerfully built man, the type of man she preferred, and she wantonly mewed and moaned as he drunkenly had his way with her. She held on and moaned, laboring to kick her shoes off, finally succeeding as one, and then the other bounced off the bed onto the floor leaving her naked except for the white thigh high athletic socks she wore to work.

This was far from the first time the 26-year-old had given in to the insistent carnal desires of an older man, let alone an inebriated one. It was also far from the first time she found herself enjoying being used sexually. Hell, it wasn't even the first time tonight, but it was her first experience with incest and she found herself wishing she'd tried it long ago, amazed how good her father felt, his body pressed onto hers, his heaving beer tinged breaths hot against her face and neck, his hips wedged between her wide spread thighs, his big cock pumping away inside her horny wet pussy.

Nikki rolled her hips and cried out her pleasure, encouraging her father to ravish her, "Oh god Dad. Mmm, yeah Daddy, mmm. God. Like that. Fuck me. Ohhh, mmm, god. Yesss. Ughh, yeah, fuck Dad, fuck me... Fuck your little girl. Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder."

Nikki held on as her father did just that, groaning as he pushed up onto his arms and started to ram himself into her with hard, violent thrusts. Her pussy creamed seeing the look of primal satisfaction on her dad's face, the grin as he watched her heavy breasts bounce and pinwheel from the force of his thrusts. Nikki had seen that look on many men's faces, but the emotional connection she shared with her father added an incredible depth to the physical act. "My dirty little princess," he uttered in a predatory, whiskey thick sneer. Her father calling her princess and dirty while pounding her pussy sent a shiver through the adult daughter and the dam holding her orgasm back broke suddenly, releasing a rushing current of pleasure that started as a spasm deep within her before quickly rumbling through her entire being, shaking her like rolling thunder.

Nikki held on as she quivered and spasmed and cried out until her father pressed his face to hers, forcing his tongue into her eagerly sucking mouth. Nikki and her father French kissed, lost in lust until he groaned, rammed himself into her deep and grunted his release. Father and daughter locked in a lovers embrace both familiar and yet completely alien and forbidden, she could feel her dad's cock swell and pulse as he ejaculated inside her. Nikki imagined her father's cock spitting gobs of hot jizzum deep inside her and her eyes rolled back in her head, "Gooddd, Daadddiiiieeee," she cried as he rutted against her repeatedly, his heaving grunts slowly waning.

Parent and child both came down from their orgasmic highs, and as rational thought returned to the mostly sober daughter, she began to question... everything. How will they feel in the morning? Will Dad blame me? Will he want to do it again? Will we be lovers from now on? Is it my fault? Why was it so good? How long is he going to lie on top of me?

Nikki got the answer to the last question when her father mumbled, "Fuck... princess... pussy... so good..." as he pulled out of her and rolled over, collapsing with a satisfied groan, his thick, swollen cock falling against his stomach with a wet smack. Nikki moaned at the emptiness her father's cock left behind, immediately feeling their juices begin to dribble out of her gaping hole and seep down over her taint. Without thinking Nikki reached down and ran two fingers though the thick, warm, wet sex cocktail. Bringing her fingers to her mouth she greedily sucked the digits clean, leaning up to look at her dad with a smile, hoping her naughtiness would get a reaction only to be disappointed finding her dad's eyes closed and his face slack, likely already asleep. Nikki lay back exasperated,

All men are the same, even Daddy.

She couldn't help grin though, rolling onto her side and snuggling into his body. Her head on her dad's chest, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his sticky, still leaking cock. Nikki gave it a couple of slow, loving pumps, watching delightedly as the large organ offered up a final big blob of pearly semen. Licking her lips, the daughter dragged her finger across the piss hole, collecting the creamy, sperm filled goo. Watching her father's sleeping face, Nikki sucked his creamy essence from her finger with a naughty grin, "Night, Dad," she kissed his cheek before closing her eyes and drifting off, wondering what the future held.

- -

Nikki Cavanaugh pinballed through life. Her Mom and Dad were firm members of the lower middle class and hadn't put many expectations on her growing up beyond the basics; stay out of trouble, go to school, go to college, get a job. Nikki's expectations of life were therefore fairly average by result. Having excepted early on that she would be working class like her parents, Nikki tended to go with the flow, usually following the path of least resistance and like most kids of parents with limited means, she viewed 'school' as a burden, something to be endured instead of a tool to propel her into a future of her own design.

Though never a poor student, Nikki was usually too distracted to apply herself and coasted through elementary, middle, and high school more interested in socializing and having fun then studying. The only subject that always had Nikki's complete attention was the one not taught by her conservative public school system; sex. She'd always been utterly fascinated by anything sexual, and though her mother had attempted to provide Nikki with the basics, Nikki grew up with unfettered access to the internet and was always several steps ahead of her parent's concept of where her sexual education should be.

Nikki had tended to do things earlier than any of her friends. She first tried drinking and drugs in her early teens, fortunately she never viewed either as something she needed to do, both were simply things you did to fit in and have fun. Sex, however, was a different story. Her friends all came to her for advice growing up because Nikki almost certainly already had some experience. Sexual pleasure was the driving impulse in her life but she was smart enough to be careful and fortunately she'd avoided any serious trouble, no pregnancies, no diseases, no crazy stalkers. The most routine trouble it caused was her repeated dress code violations at school, Nikki was a shameless exhibitionist and flirt and loved to dress as sexy as she could get away with.

Nikki was careful when she needed to be, but every step of Nikki's sexual evolution was accompanied by the desire for more, and she pushed boundaries and took risks from time to time like any other young person.

Nikki's parents divorced when she was 15 and her Mom remarried 'up' into the middle-middle class by marrying her considerably older boss at the lumberyard. Nikki quickly realized this meant her mother had cheated on her father and that caused a strain on their relationship. Nikki lived full time with her mother and stepfather for two years, but still saw her father regularly, staying with him on occasional weekends and some holidays. Her new stepfather took advantage of her strained relationship with her mother and slowly made increasingly inappropriate advances on her. Nikki found it more sad than creepy but finally told her mother when she was 18 after finding a hidden camera in her bedroom. Her mother's dismissal of Nikki's accusations was the final straw in their relationship and Nikki went to live with her father.

Her father's apartment was typical of single guys, especially divorced single guys; sparse second hand furniture with mix matched everything, but also a giant high end TV. Her father seemed oblivious to what most would consider decorum for having a teenage daughter under the same roof, Nikki would regularly find the TV or his laptop on porn and often found old school adult books and magazines in his bedroom and their shared bathroom and even in the side pocket of his recliner. She took it all in stride, that he didn't bother to hide it made her feel more adult, but she never really questioned her father's sexual life other than usually disapproving of his new girlfriends. Her father's job kept him in shape and he looked younger than his age, but he seemed stuck on trashy, year's younger bar bimbos after divorcing her mother.

Nikki started camming after she turned 18 and began living with her father. Posting nude pictures and stripping nude on camera for strangers was the most thrilling thing she had ever done. Still in the middle of her senior year of high school, her classmates soon found out. Nikki didn't care what they thought, but was frustrated by the hassle, she thought she had done enough to avoid anyone local being able to find her accounts. She approached Jeff, a member of the computer club, and bartered for his services. Both were happy with the outcome, Nikki's laptop had a good VPN and her accounts were blocked geographically and Sean was no longer a virgin. It was a win-win and was also the first time Nikki traded sex.

By the time Nikki was 19 she was making enough money to move into her own apartment. Her father was aware of her 'work' and gave Nikki no grief except to insist that she use her income to get a college degree. She tried. Nikki completed one year and one semester at the local community college before dropping out. She admitted to being too unfocused, having too much fun making good money and living it up. She made the typical mistakes most young girls make, she moved into a more expensive apartment, bought a brand new car, and partied a lot, living like it would only get better from there.

Unfortunately it never got better, after a few good, easy years, things started to get a little harder. Nikki gained a few pounds finding she could no longer eat and drink whatever she wanted while also avoiding regular exercise without consequences. Her cam room regulars and tippers began to shrink. Initially frustrated and defiant, Nikki eventually conceded her efforts had waned. She decided to refocus and joined a gym and kept a more regular schedule with her work, which stabilized her patrons and income, but she also found no amount of effort would grow her fan base, not even back to what it had been. Nikki would eventually grasp that sex work was, and would always be, a young girl's game with and was an extremely saturated marketplace.

Nikki tried stripping next, a couple years older than most of the girls, she was considered 'middle age' by exotic dancer standards. She worked at multiple clubs each week, starting out by taking the shifts the 'featured' dancers didn't want and working her way up to being a reliable, in demand performer. Several of her coworkers were also working in porn and after being approached by a couple of producers Nikki decided to try it out, preforming in dozens of videos over several months for a local production company. An agent wanted to sign Nikki to a contract to perform in scenes and dance in clubs across California and then Europe. He also floated escorting as a way to 'maximize her earning potential.' Nikki was tempted but had a bad feeling about it and ultimately decided it was time to leave sex work behind, but she quickly found being 26 years old with no 'legitimate' work history severely limited her options, so Nikki continued to strip while learning to bartend.

Nikki and her Mom remained estranged, her mother openly disapproving of her profession only added to the strain of their relationship, but she had remained close with her father who had never judged Nikki and remained supportive through the years. Her father was no stranger to bars or strip clubs and Nikki working as a stripper and then also bartending put the father and daughter in each other's orbit often. She had always wondered if he might come into a club one night when she was working and then one day it happened.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, usually her day off, but Nikki had agreed to cover another dancer's double shift, serving in the afternoon, before dancing the evening shift. She was chatting up a table of business men when she heard her father's voice and looked to see him and several of his co-workers walking in, obviously having just finished their workday. She quickly made her way to their table and had fun introducing herself, standing in barely-there lingerie as her dad's friend's eyes devoured her. Her father took it good-naturedly and seemed genuinely unbothered, if not actually proud, to acknowledge his daughter's profession. Her father's friends all tipped generously and Nikki began to take more afternoon server shifts, letting her father know when she would be working so he would come see her with his friends.

In the back of Nikki's mind she understood the boundaries between her and her father weren't 'normal.' It wasn't something either ever talked about or even fully acknowledged, the casual existence of porn in his apartment, her camming from her bedroom when she lived with him, and then her chosen profession in various forms of sex work. None of it a secret. None of it ever addressed. She had long wondered exactly how much her father knew? Did he know she did porn? Had he seen any of her scenes? It wasn't that she wondered if he approved, or that she felt she needed his approval. She couldn't fully explain her curiosity; she just couldn't help wondering what he thought about it? Did he think she was beautiful? Did he hear her performing on cam back when they lived together? Was he ever tempted to come watch her dance? Did he watch her porn? Did he masturbate to her? She would shake her head and push the thoughts down; back into the hole they sprung from whenever they popped up, but the thoughts remained intrusive, like an unscratched itch, for years.

Nikki's father and his friends became regulars when Nikki would pull a double shift, though they never stayed long enough to watch her dance. Most were married family men or had significant others and simply came in to have a couple of drinks, watch a few dances, and blow off some steam before heading home, but there was a nagging part of Nikki that wanted them to see her strip, including her father, and she couldn't help imagine what might happen if any of them ever paid for a private dance in the VIP rooms.

Soon her dad's friends became comfortable enough that the group would compliment Nikki's scant outfits and sexy body and tip her by sliding bills into the waistband of her panties or garter or even the cups of her bra, and one day she couldn't help herself and happily announced to the group, "I'll be on stage at seven if you guys don't have to rush off." Nikki gave them all a big smile as they 'ooh'd and ahh'd' in surprise. She couldn't help giving her dad a bashful grin seeing his surprised look.

Nikki immediately spotted two of her father's friends still at their table when she went on stage. A spark of extra excitement shot through her, but she also felt a pang of disappointment because the other two, and her father, hadn't chosen to stay. Nikki went through her routine winking at her father's friends every time she caught their eyes.

This pattern continued the next two weeks with the men telling the others what they missed, and then one Wednesday all four stayed to watch her dance. She was mildly disappointed her father didn't join his friends, but the very next night Nikki arrived for her usual Thursday night shift and stopped in the middle of the parking lot seeing her father's truck, her breath caught and she shivered head to toe.

Nikki hit the stage; her white vinyl nurses uniform reflecting the tacky neon as the bass boomed and the crowd hollered. Nikki scanned the room as she strutted and preened, smiled and winked, and teased and tempted. And then she saw her father sitting in a booth alone, along the back wall. Nikki smiled and her dad grinned. Nikki turned and bent far forward, her costume rising half way up her ass as she looked back to see him smiling.

Her father's smile made Nikki's heart pound, a nervous excitement she hadn't felt on stage in years. She had to force herself to make use of the whole stage, she kept finding herself in her father's eye line every time she peeled off a piece of her outfit. Once nude Nikki made sure her father saw every angle, wishing he was sitting stage side as she spread her legs, exposing her horny pussy to the front row.

Nikki hurried off stage, toweled down, stepped into a cloud of body spray, and 'dressed' in lingerie. In a hurry to see her dad, she rushed out of the back room only to be stopped by the manager who informed her she had a 'private' waiting in the 'VIP' booths. Her initial reaction was to think it was her father, gosh she questioned herself as a shiver shot through her, was she nervous or excited? Nikki tried not to acknowledge the disappointment she felt finding her father still seated in his booth. She shot her dad a smile before she turned away, walking towards the VIP section.

She questioned herself, surprised at her disappointment. Did she really want to give her own father a lap dance? She quickly put personal thoughts aside as she entered the private booth and set about dancing for the gentleman waiting, but Nikki's thoughts wouldn't leave her alone as she bumped and ground herself on the stranger's lap.

Nikki found she couldn't stop herself from imagining it was her father's thighs she was sliding across. Her father's hands feeling her up. Her father's hard cock poking her ass. Even as the stranger handed her an additional $100, and she slid onto her knees pulling his zipper down, Nikki couldn't help imagine it was her father's cock she was wrapping her lips around.

- -

Nikki began bartending Sundays and Monday nights, finding tips were better at a proper bar during sports than at a club. Soon her father and his friends became regulars there too. Nikki and her dad never talked about the time he watched her dance and he never came back at night or alone. There was a mix of relief and disappointment in the back of Nikki's mind and she told herself that one time had just been curiosity or maybe even pride, her father just being supportive. She wasn't sure she believed it either, but she was reluctant to confront her feelings for her father and disturb the comfortable, easy relationship they had.

The Monday night game was a blowout and the bar began to empty early. Nikki adjusted her thigh high socks and smoothed her tiny skirt before she exited the bathroom, running into her father. "Oh, Daddy," she startled.

"Opps baby, sorry. Just going to drain the main vein," he chuckles.

"Okay, Daddy. Ready for another round," Nikki questioned, catching her father's stare focused on her ample cleavage, displayed by the strategically cut, sleeveless team jersey, tied tightly under her 38dd's.

"Sure, Princess, set 'em up," her father smiles, never looking away from her breasts.

Nikki giggled as she pulled the tap, all the remaining customers; her father and three of his friends, two younger guys who stayed after their group left, and regulars Bob and Steve, were now all sitting at the bar to watch Nikki. She made a show of bending over and leaning forward, making sure they all got a view of her thong and cleavage.

The waitress, Tammy, got a call her son was sick and asked Nikki if she minded if she cut out early? Nikki assured Tammy if was no problem even when the woman nodded her head to the back, meaning the owner, Lenny, who had a reputation for not being 'of the times' as far as how he treated his female employees.