My dad has never been in my life consistently. My parents divorced when I was 4, mainly because of his habit of running off for weeks with other women. Every few years I would see him, get a birthday card, whatever. I barely knew him, and didn't have many memories of him. But at age 24 I decided I wanted to rebuild the relationship, and over the course of the next few months we got to know each other more.
I'd fallen on hard times. It was winter so I wasn't making enough tips at my serving job. All my bills were piling up and late. I had no idea what to do. So I talked to my dad about it, not asking him for anything but venting and seeking advice. He owns his own mechanic business and makes pretty good money, so he offered to help me.
But his proposal was totally out of left field, something I never would have thought of or considered.
"Chloe, I'll give you $150 dollars if you just let me touch your nipples. That's all. Just let me touch them for a bit."
I absolutely did not know what to say - like, what the fuck! My own dad was offering me money for a sexual favor. It sickened me, I was insulted.
"Why the fuck would you ask me that dad?! That is so fucked up!"
He put his arm around my shoulder. "You can keep your shirt on. Just take off your bra, I'll do it over your shirt. Just for a bit. I just want to touch my daughter's nipples."
For some reason I started to consider it. It wasn't like we had a super strong, intense bond. I needed the money. It wasn't like he was asking to fuck me. It was just a little touching. It was easy money...
"...Okay, but you have a few minutes and that's it." I took off my bra underneath my shirt; my nipples had already been hard and the shirt was thin enough that you could see them well. I had not planned on any of this.
Without a word he got behind me and immediately started lightly stroking them over the shirt. I felt totally humiliated letting my dad do this, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. I looked down and watched him do it, my nipples were so hard they hurt, and he was touching them so lightly it was almost like he was edging them. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes away.
Then he really got to work on them; he started massaging them, pinching them, flicking them. I started breathing hard and I got this hot feeling in the pit of my stomach. By this time more than a few minutes had passed, but I let him keep going. He went back to the light touches; he quickly but lightly flicked them over and over and over. I let out the tiniest whimper and realized I was turned on which made me feel guilty and disgusted. Still, I did not tell him to stop.
"Your nipples are so perky and sensitive," he said, "I'll pay you more if you take your shirt off and let me keep going."
My morals were slowly dying, I took my shirt off and he resumed. I watched him as he played with them, I was so confused inside - I needed the money above all else but I kept remembering it was my dad doing this. Initially that thought was disturbing but I kept thinking about it, and realized that I actually was getting turned on from it. I was getting turned on at the idea that it was my dad.
I accidentally let out a moan. "Does this feel good Chloe?"
"....I need the money. Don't get any ideas."
"Okay, since you need the money, I'll pay you another extra $200 if you take the rest of your clothes off and let me look at your pussy."
I couldn't believe he would ask me that. I thought about it and realized I wanted him to look at it, I wanted him to see every part of me. So I stripped and laid down and opened my legs.
"I want to see ALL of it, Chloe."
I spread it open with my fingers, so embarrassed. I was spreading my pussy open for my dad, and I was getting uncomfortably horny. I lifted the hood of my clit so he could get a better look. He got up close to it and admired it, the pussy he helped create.
"So many dads would be jealous right now. I'm so lucky to get to see my daughter's pussy."
"You think so? A lot of dads want to do this?" I doubted this, but men are preverts, it was possible.
"I know so. A few of my buddies and me have talked about it. Those guys wanna fuck their daughters. It's a lot more common than you think."
That turned me on more; thinking about how many dads must want to fuck their daughters.
"I wanna take pictures. I'll pay you extra," he said, taking out his phone.
By now I didn't care, I had totally let go and allowed myself to prostitute myself to my own dad. I gave him the okay and spread it open farther. He took several close shots and then asked me if he could get a wide shot with my face in it, I said yes, and he continued taking pictures. I was dripping wet and throbbing inside; I wanted him to have pictures to jack off to.
"Am I being a good daughter?" I asked, starting to have second thoughts again.
"You're a VERY good daughter," he said as he took more pictures. "More daughters should do this for their dads. It's a nice way to show appreciation."
He put his phone away and thought for a second. "I have more money for you but what I'm going to ask is on another level."
