I couldn't believe it. I had gone to one of those strip joints with the private viewing rooms to relax a little after a hard day at work to find myself being turned on by a sexy little vixon in a school girl uniform and mask. My hand was stroking my hard cock when that tight piece of ass took of her mask to reveal the face of my own young daughter.
I was stunned. Supposedly 3 times a week she was supposed to be babysitting for one of her friends at night. That was the story I got anyway. Apparently it was a lie. What else was I missing?
Two years ago her mother took off for Europe and Becca, my daughter wanted to stay here with me and finish school with her friends. I thought she was a good girl. I don't know what bothered me more, the fact that my little girl was a slut, or the fact that my cock was throbbing at the thought of fucking her.
How was I going to deal with this? It had to be addressed. I couldn't think about her much less look at her without getting a hard on now. It wasn't fair what she was doing to me. All day the next day I thought about it. I don't know how I got any work done. Thank heavens I work at a desk because I'm sure I was noticeably hard, especially when I decided her punishment. If she was going to be a slut, I decided she would be my slut.
I left work that day so that I would be home before she got home from school. Out by our shed we had an old pallet, I nailed a sturdy piece of plywood to it and set it up in the livingroom, complete with a curtain in back of it for effect. That would be her new stage.
"Hi Daddy!" She said as she came in the door. I was at the kitchen sink washing my hands.
"Becca, how was school today?"
"Fine Daddy."
"Are you babysitting tonight?"
"Yup, why?"
"Because I think it's time you quit that job."
A look of horror crossed her face. "Daddy, I'm 18. I can work if I want."
"Really? Even if you want to work in say, a strip club?"
She went pale white and for a moment I thought she was going to faint. She just looked at me. "That's right, Daddy knows your nasty little secret."
"It, it's not nasty...It's not what you think, Daddy. Who told you?"
"Who told me?" I raised my brows as I looked over her young body, knowing know how she looked naked and playing with herself. I felt my cock grow. "No one had to tell me. You see, because it's dark in those prvate little rooms and you can't see your audience, you gave your daddy quite a show last night."
Her face flushed about three different colors. "No." She whispered.
"Yes, my dear little slut. You made your daddy whack off and cum while you were fingering that tight little pussy." A small gasp left her lips. "You know what I think, little slut?" She shook her head. "I think that if you are going to be anyone's little slut, you should be daddy's." I took her arm and led her toward the living room.
"What? What are you going to do?" She stared at the makeshift stage.
"I'm going to get a real personal viewing, then I'm going to teach you exactly what you make a man want to do after watching you fingering your pretty little pussy and playing with those rosy red nipples."
"But daddy!!"
"But daddy nothing. Get up there on your new stage, my little slut and dance for daddy." Turning, I grabbed the stereo remote and turned on the disc I had set up and I made myself comfortable on the couch.
Becca started off kind of slow, unbuttoning her blouse, but when she saw me start to stroke myself through my pants, her movements became more fluid, more like her performance at the club. This is when I realized that my little girl was getting turned on by watching her daddy stroke his cock.
"Oh, you like that my little Becca?" I asked as I unzipped the zipper.
"Yes Daddy. It makes me wet."
"Does it make you wet knowing what you do to men every time you dance?"
"Oh yes. I love knowing that watching me makes guys stroke their cocks till they cum."
