Sexy Sammy

Samantha's father would be home from work any minute. It was Wednesday, her day to meet him at the door with a hot blow job. Hump Day BJs have been their weekly tradition since they became a couple. Samantha wasn't sure who loved Hump Day more, her or her father, Quentin.

Quentin was transferred to the city by his employer to open the Houston office. By all appearances, the Shermans were a handsome forty-something man and his younger traditional wife. Quentin was the family breadwinner, and Samantha cared for him and made his house a home.

Quentin walked in the door and Sam was there to greet him. He was a big man and picked her right up off the floor, swung her around, and hugged her sharing an after-work kiss. She felt so safe and loved in his strong arms.

"Oh, Quentin," she said. "I love you."

"Sam, you look beautiful today," said Quentin. "I love you too."

"Now first things first," she said as she gave him a peck on the cheek and unfastened his pants.

She knelt in front of her man, pulled his pants down to his thighs, and grabbed his thick cock. She adored the manly scent of his balls, pressing her face into his crotch, her nostrils flaring, filling with his scent.

She couldn't get enough of Quentin's dick. It was big enough for her to get both hands on it with just the head sticking out. She watched her hands move up and down his length, his manhood swelling more with every stroke.

Sam wore a long skirt and a tight blouse. With two buttons open, she had plenty of cleavage on display. She knew he adored staring down her blouse while she looked up at him with her pretty green eyes, her soft, moist lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing meat.

She enjoyed watching his face contort with pleasure as he moaned, "Oh, Samantha, my beautiful little cocksucker. Ohhh yeah. Suck Daddy's dick, baby. Mmm..." She locked eyes with him and gave him one of her signature blow jobs. She bobbed her head up and down her man's cock, sucking him off, reaching around to grab his cute butt and pull him down her throat.

Quentin loved it when she went hands-free so he could appreciate how good a cocksucker she was. Samantha put her heart and soul into everything she did and giving blow jobs was no exception.

"Mmm...Oh, Sam. Oh fuck, Sam. Ohhhh" he moaned as he fucked his daughter's deep throat.

His dick was deep in her throat when she started humming. Not exactly a hum, but an animal growl from deep in her throat, exactly where he was fucking her. The vibrations coupled with her cocksucking skills pushed him over the edge.

"Ohhhh...mmm...ahhhh. Oh, suck it, Sam, suck daddy. Mmm."

Sam pulled him closer and Quentin held her head as he pushed his dick in and pulsed ropes of cum down her gulping throat. Sam hungrily swallowed every tasty drop of Daddy's thick, creamy sperm. She got incredibly horny sucking his cock. Now she was primed for action later.

She licked her lips and stood, pulling his pants up, and tucking him back in for now. Quentin gave her another big hug and kissed her, saying "Baby, you're the greatest."

"Go get washed up, dear, and I'll get dinner." Wednesday night's dinner was spaghetti & meatballs. She had been simmering the tomato sauce all day. She made a big batch of meatballs, some for tonight and the rest to can. She simmered them in the sauce for the last hour.

Quentin came out wearing gray sweatpants and a t-shirt. He came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. He gave her a nice slap on the ass and sat at the table to watch her finish preparing dinner.

"Ooo...Quentin!" she exclaimed. Sam loved when he slapped her ass like that. It drove a little shiver up her spine, "So, how was your day, dear?"

Quentin said, "Well, it could have been better. The entertainment for the boss' bachelor party was canceled at the last minute, so I've been scrambling all day trying to find a replacement. If his bachelor party is ruined on Saturday, I'll be looking for a job on Monday. I'm running out of time."

"Well, we could take care of that. We could rent some gambling tables ourselves and set up Casino Night for him" Samantha suggested.

Quentin said, "No, Sam, the venue has all that. I'm talking about the entertainment. The stripper."

"The stripper? I didn't know there was a stripper." Sam was neither surprised nor worried that Quentin was attending a party that featured a stripper. She knew how it was.

She remembered a bachelorette party she went to a few months ago and blushed. "There has to be one available somewhere, honey, it's a big city."

Quentin told her, "Well, the problem is there's a convention in town and all the strippers are going. There isn't one stripper available within a hundred miles. I'm pretty much screwed."

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. It not your fault they have a convention, surely he won't fire you?" Samantha said.

She served dinner and they chatted about their day. Sam cleared the table and served him baked Alaska for dessert.

Quentin said, "That was delicious, darling. Hurry with the dishes, the game is coming on."

She loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. She started some water in the canners to boil so she could put up the sauce and meatballs in jars. She got the jars ready placed them in the canners and went to change into her nightie.

She wore an oversized Astros nightie and a tiny Astros G-string and snuggled up next to Quentin on the couch. Quentin appreciated his beautiful daughter and hoped one day he could make her his wife. They relaxed and watched the Astros play the Rangers on TV.

Sam's mind kept going back to the stripper. She couldn't believe Quentin could get fired over something that had nothing to do with work. She had to help him find one.

She didn't know any strippers. Anyway, if there was a convention, all the best girls would be there. Even if she could find a stripper, she wasn't going to be the best one. If she knew what a stripper costs, maybe she could work on finding one.

"Quentin, dear?"

"Yes, love?"

"How much do you pay for a stripper anyway? Did you have a budget or something?" Sam asked.

"Well, I have $5K for a stripper and $5K in reserve I was going to use as cash for gambling. Why do you ask, dear?"

"So, you were going to pay the stripper who canceled $5k? That sounds like a lot just to take her clothes off."

Quentin said, "Well, they're entertainers, Sam, actual dancers. The girl who canceled was going to meet and greet, pole dance, and strip for the guys. She would give a lap dance to the groom and best man. The lap dances included a blow job for each of them. Any other 'extra' deals are made between her and the guys."

"Hmm. Interesting. It sounds like they make a nice living. I'll call around tomorrow and see if I can find a new girl."

Samantha finished the jars, pulling them out of the pots and setting them on the counter to cool. She could hear the "tink" of the jar's lids sealing as they cooled.

Quentin and Samantha watched the Astros win the game. They went to bed happy for the win and Samantha was delighted to perform her wifely duties for her father. She knew they weren't married, but in Samantha's mind, she was his wife. Quentin took her again and again satisfying her completely until they fell into a blissful sleep.

Samantha woke first as always. She used the bathroom and padded into the kitchen, letting Quentin sleep. She turned the kitchen TV on to listen to the news while she got the coffee started. The aroma was Quentin's alarm clock, rousing him for his morning shower.

Quentin got dressed and joined her in the kitchen, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek, "Good morning, darling." Samantha offered her cheek and smiled, plating his bacon & eggs as he sat at the table, "Good morning, dear."

Samantha served breakfast. They ate and watched the news, weather, and traffic on TV. The forecast was clear and traffic was light. She got Quentin off to work and cleaned up the kitchen. She put the jars of tomato sauce and meatballs in her walk-in pantry. Next, she washed the canners and turned them upside down in the sink to dry.

She sat on the island and looked up the different agencies providing strippers. She started calling around and quickly found the same thing as Quentin. There were no strippers available for the party no matter how much money she had.

Samantha watched a bunch of stripper videos online. The ladies were beautiful, talented, erotic, and athletic. She had no idea there were competitions and awards for stripping and pole dancing. She learned all about the Exotic Dancer ED awards convention in Dallas. Who knew strippers had their convention?

Samantha had to think of another way. She was seriously considering doing it herself. The job paid a lot of money for flirting with a bunch of guys and giving two blow jobs. Hell, she had done that in college for free. It was time for some research.

Samantha looked up strip clubs and found several high-end places that served lunch. One of them advertised Thursdays as amateur days where women were invited to try their hand at exotic dancing. Sam decided to go check it out and called to reserve a table. At the very least, she could have lunch and talk to some people in the trade.

She took a quick shower. She trimmed her hair to shoulder length and plucked her eyebrows. She trimmed her bush so it was just a narrow strip right down the middle. It was narrow enough that her thong would just cover it.

Samantha put on a lacy bra with a matching thong. The pretty lingerie would be perfect if she decided to dance. She checked the mirror to see her full firm breasts presented with ample cleavage by the lacy white bra.

The thong rose around her hips and down, disappearing between her perfect cheeks. It reappeared down below as the bulging cover of her blonde vulva, apparent through the gap between her thighs. She wore a tan vest and a short skirt with heels.

Samantha was confident she could get a job as a stripper easily with her body. She thought, "Thank you, God, for making me hot!"

She checked to make sure everything was prepped for dinner and called Uber.

She arrived at her table and a pretty girl was there to greet her. Sam told her she was here for lunch and amateur day. She told the girl she wanted to know all about stripping, maybe even try it herself. They chatted for a few minutes when a giant man came over to meet her, curious about the sexy female customer.

He was Milo, the doorman. Samantha chatted with him and learned how the place worked. Milo told her she could make a fortune dancing at this place. Samantha blushed and laughed. She told him she was married and hubby would never approve. She blushed because she secretly wanted the job.

Samantha had a light lunch and a sweet, iced tea. The club was very busy and several dancers worked the stage and the pole. They were very attractive women and Samantha picked up a few tricks by watching them. She thought she would fit right in here.

She had a double shot of tequila after lunch for a little bit of liquid courage. It took away the butterflies in her stomach and let her focus on dancing. It didn't help that she was turned on by the thought of dancing in a room full of strange men.

The tequila relaxed her, she spoke with the DJ to get a spot in the lineup. The song she chose was "Porn Star Dancing". She remembered the video and thought the song would be perfect for this audition.

The girl showed her to a changing room and gave her a locker key for her stuff. As it turned out, the DJ kept the lineup going and let the girls know when they were up.

Samantha undressed except for her lingerie and heels. She could hear the other girls' music and danced along, working on her sexiest dance moves. She had never pole danced before, so she would have to wing it. She had seen videos and watched the other girls. She was confident she could compete.

Someone said, "Samantha, you're up!" at the same time she heard the DJ introduce her, announcing, "Say hello to Sexy Sammy!"

Samantha put her hands on her hips and Sexy Sammy stomped onto the stage. She stood in front of the pole, facing the crowd with her feet spread and her arms above her head in a V. She stood straight up with her best posture to show everyone Sexy Sammy's smokin' hot body.

The petite blonde looked bigger than life as she stood before them in white lingerie and heels. She backed up to the stainless-steel pole, gripping it above her head with both hands and sliding slowly down to face the crowd, squatting, her open legs revealing her thin white thong struggling to cover her labia.

Her heaving breasts looked big on her, and the lace bra augmented her cleavage brilliantly. Her big areolas were partly visible at the edge of her pretty bra. She brought her hands down the pole to squeeze her boobs while she pushed herself up the pole with her legs so she was standing there feeling her breasts as the music jammed.

She left the pole and danced in a circle around it, just like a Pagan harvest girl around a fire. She stood behind the pole now, stretching her hands as far up the pole as she could. She was right up against it, with her boobs on both sides of the pole, her belly and pussy humping against it.

She slid her hands back down to her boobs, pressing them together around the pole and using them to jack it off. She grabbed the pole with both hands, knees apart straddling the pole, humping her panty-clad pussy up and down the pole. She slid herself down the pole to a squatting position, never leaving the pole, still humping it wildly.

She left the pole and crawled on the floor on all fours circling the pole with a slow, sensual crawl. She crawled to the front of the pole and squatted against it, once again facing the crowd, legs spread wide. She did a slow sexy somersault to the edge of the stage ending her dance with the splits, sitting with her crotch on the floor, her legs split along the edge of the stage.

"Let's hear it for Sexy Sammy!" said the DJ, ending Samantha's dance and bringing on the next girl. Sexy Sammy received a big applause as dozens of bills were tossed onto the stage. She never imagined she would earn tips as a stripper at the Gentlemen's Club.

She picked up her tips and went to get dressed, returning to her table. She ordered a drink and counted her tips. She loved the experience and chatted with the girls for an hour before she had to go. She decided to leave her tips to her sever to cover the tab and went home to start dinner. She could hardly wait to tell Quentin about her day.

Samantha got home just in time to have dinner ready for Quentin. They ate dinner in the kitchen, watching the news on TV and chatting about his day. Samantha cleared the table and cleaned up the dishes while Quentin went to change. She could barely contain her excitement; Sexy Samantha had her all worked up and ready to play.

She finished in the kitchen and went to the living room. Quentin was sitting back in his recliner watching TV. She went over to sit on his lap, lying across him in the recliner, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss. He was wearing the usual, a T-shirt and his gray sweatpants. Samantha's mouth was watering. "Whatcha watchin', Quentin?" she asked in a sexy voice.

It was a rhetorical question, something was obviously on her mind, "Oh, nothing dear. Just some stupid movie."

"Well, I know something you can watch that's way better than some dumb old movie," she said, giving him a little kiss on his ear.

"You're right Samantha, I bet the news is on now. That would be way better" he teased, kissing her on the forehead, switching the channel to the news.

She said, "No, silly. I know something you can watch that's way better than the news," she said and kissed him on the lips.

"Oh, that's right. There's a thing on the History Channel. Thanks for reminding me dear," he said and changed the TV to the History Channel. Now he would find out what she was up to.

Samantha stood up with her hands on her hips looking at him, giving him an eyebrow. She turned and walked away, swaying her hips a little more than usual hoping he would notice.

She walked into the bedroom and shut the door. She undressed, leaving on her heels and lingerie. Sexy Sammy stomped back into the living room to stand in front of Quentin.

He went to stand up immediately and Samantha grabbed the remote from his hand and pushed him back down in his chair.

Samantha said, "Introducing Sexy Sammy!" She changed it to the music channel where "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was playing and Sexy Sammy began her dance.

She repeated her performance from the Gentlemen's Club, replacing the pole dance with a floor show. She began by running her hands over her body and pulling off her bra, tossing it to him. She stood up as the song ended and took Quentin's hands pulling him out of his chair and dancing with him to the next song.

This time she did a pole dance using Quentin as her pole. They didn't make it through the second song. Quentin threw her over his shoulder and took her to bed.

Samantha was an eager and enthusiastic lover on a normal day, but tonight she was off the chain. It took him two solid hours of fucking to completely satisfy his insatiable daughter.

They lay beside each other in bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness and catching their breath, "Do you have anything you want to tell me, dear?"

They laughed hysterically and Samantha told him about her idea and the Gentlemen's Club and her dance. She loved it, she said and she wanted to be the stripper for his boss' party.

"I'm not sure about that Samantha, the stripper has to blow him and the best man."

"Like this?" she asked and ducked her head under the blanket. She sucked his thick cock back to life, coaxing one more load out of him before coming out from under the covers to give him a hot, wet kiss. "Did I pass the audition, Daddy?"

"Samantha, most of those guys are going to want "extras". You might have to suck or fuck them all." Quentin had to admit, he was getting hard again imagining her with other men.

"Well, tell the boss the stripper is $10K. It's company money, he won't care. We can always use the extra cash. That includes the lap dances and BJs. Tell them to get tested if they want to cum in me. I'll get myself tested tomorrow. When Sexy Sammy gets done with him, you'll have a job there for life."

Samantha remembered meeting the boss, Kody, and his best man, Robert at the company picnic. She was Ms. Sherman, Quentin's demure trophy wife. Everyone was polite and respectful but she saw them stealing lustful glances at her all day. She knew damn well they would lose their minds to see her as Sexy Sammy.

Quentin made the arrangements with Robert. The deal was for Sexy Sammy to entertain for four hours for ten guys. Kyle & Robert received lap dances and a BJ. Robert didn't bat an eye, handing Quentin an envelope full of cash.

Quentin set up a lottery to see who among the others would win a BJ. They charged a hundred-dollar door charge; half to cover Samantha for the BJ, and the other half paid Milo from the Gentlemen's Club to work the door. Samantha wouldn't do it without her private security guy.

The day of the party finally arrived. Quentin was harder than Chinese arithmetic all morning. Samantha blew him before they got out of bed, again in the shower, and once more on the way.

When they arrived at the venue, Milo was already there. Samantha introduced Milo to Quentin and they went inside to check it out. They were happy to see everything had gone to plan; they even had a stripper pole.

The guys were there having drinks and playing cards, waiting for Kyle and Robert. Samantha got a virgin cocktail and mingled with the guys. They were happy to see her, remembering her from the picnic, telling her they never thought they would see her strip. She laughed, saying she never thought they would either.