No. It wasn’t just the agreement. This would be to fulfill what I actually wanted. I wanted to see her getting fucked. I wanted to fuck her. I made my choice.
“Sarah. You’ve made your point. Now listen to your father and don’t you dare touch my friends.”
The hesitancy in Sarah’s face disappeared. She started to walk toward me, lowering herself from the stage. “Dad,” she said, in a softer tone. “I am a big girl now. I am leaving for college. I am going to make 1000 decisions everyday for myself.” She was now directly in front of me.
I could see the lightness of her eyes. The small freckles that splashed across her cheeks. Her perfect lips.
“So if I want to touch…” as she said this she reached out her hand, and with a flat palm, rested it on my crotch where she could clearly feel the hardness of my cock “… I will touch.” She moved her hand away and walked back to be near John who was enjoying the whole scene.
It was clear Sarah had touched me just as a way to show me she was in control. A big power move meant to make me back off. All it did was make me want to strip my clothes off and fuck her hard. Watching her sexy body walk slowly away from me, with the bikini riding up her ass, all I could think of is how fast I could bend her over and enter her. My own power move. I was all in now. I moved closer, but was still going to just watch the scene play out for now.
“Come Frank. Sit by your friend,” Sarah said as she moved a chair next to John, who was basically salivating watching my daughter play with her control. Frank dutifully sat down, legs almost touching, with John. Sarah stood before them, surveying their hard cocks. “Not bad.” She looked over to Frank, who was holding the base of his massive dick. Her eyes grew a bit, as if to be impressed. “So, once you two have become comfortable, what happens next?”
John spoke up, hand still gripping his hard cock. “Usually, the girls give us a dance. Full contact.” He emphasized these last words.
“$800,” Sarah said. As she did, she she gently ran her fingers over her skin, making her already irresistible body even that much more so.
“Whoa, what did we just pay $1500 for?,” Frank said in shock.
“The privilege of having a girl like me see your filthy cocks, but…” and as she said this she bent her knees bringing her face closer to their straining cocks, “If you don’t want ‘contact,’ we can end it here and call it a night.”
Frank and John smiled. In answer, John simply picked up his phone and cued up the song “Pour some sugar on me,” to blare through the speakers. A classic strip club anthem.
Sarah nodded and I watched as she moved her body in front of them men, working her hips and running her hands along her breasts. She turned herself and placed her hands on the stage and slowly bent herself to give them a shot of her ass. Sarah expertly reached down to her toes, which made her ass stick up and a hint of fabric covered pussy appeared. She then slowly spread her legs out and gave us all a view of her puffy lips underneath the bikini, making slow movements over her pussy with her fingers. It could have been my imagination, but it looked like there was a little wet spot forming. Putting her legs together, she turned back around, and put one flexible leg stretched out to reach the lip of the low stage, spreading herself before the men.
I burned a hole through the fabric of her bikini with my mind, willing it to disappear and to let me see her sex. She teased us by running a finger up and down her slit, though it wasn’t clear from where I was if she was actually making contact. She moaned with pleasure – real or for show, I didn’t care.
She moved her body closer to John, placing her one leg between his legs, and her arms around his neck as she bent her body to move her breasts over his face. I watched as one of my close friends got to savor her young body.
John instinctively raised his hands to placed it on her sides. Sarah let it happen, probably not knowing that she could have charged extra. She bent further, stopping right before her tits got to his waiting penis and instead turned herself so her ass faced him. She waved her ass over his dick and ran her hands over, pushing her bikini together so it appeared to be no more than a string between her ass cheeks. John had his hands still on her hips and seemed to be willing her to press her ass against his waiting cock. Sarah held herself back and looked over to Frank, who was watching while slowly stroking his dick. Pre-cum glistened at the head of his waiting cock. “Someone is getting a little messy,” Sarah teased.
“I’m getting impatient too,” Frank chided.
Sarah, showing herself to be more of a tease with every passing moment, smiled more broadly. “You’ll wait your turn or you’ll get none of this.” She knelt in front of John, with her eyes on Frank.
My daughter was on her knees. I couldn’t help but touch myself, hard with arousal and somehow even harder with envy. I watched as Sarah teased the boys, bringing her face close to John’s cock, and rubbing his legs and thighs with her body. She was so careful not to make contact with his dick, and John twitched with every move she made. His handsome dick stood out proudly and begged for attention.
“Touch it, baby girl,” Frank urged her from his seat. Sarah only stood up and wagged her finger at him. “John is being so patient and deserves a reward. You still need to learn”. And with that she lowered herself slowly and allowed her ass to make contact with John’s waiting dick. He let out a moan, and she slowly moved her ass on him, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks.
My own cock raged in my pants and begged for release. The time wasn’t right, so I satisfied myself by stroking from outside my pants. I made my way to sit closer to the action, but was quiet so as not to shake my daughter from her determined trance.
Sarah gyrated her hips on John’s cock over and over. How he did not cum I’ll never know. For his part, he held firm on her hips and pushed her down onto his lap. His moans grew loader as she worked her hips, until she placed both her hands on his knees and raised herself up again.
“Your turn,” she said, turning to Frank. She side stepped to face him, but as she did so her eyes caught mine, and she realized I had moved closer. She looked puzzled but smiled and turned her attention to Frank.
“Let me reward you for finally learning patience”. She slowly reached behind her and untied her bikini top. All three of us stood up more straight, yearning for a site of her young breasts. Sarah took note of this and just before her top slipped off, she caught it by placing one hand on her chest, but still moving her hips in a sexy dance to the music.
“How much?”
Frank, who somehow became the master of ceremonies here, spoke first, “$500.”
Sarah thought for a moment. “$500 for something you have been trying to see for years? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you leering at me since I started to get a pair. Show me how much you want it.”
“Let’s make it an even $1000. You are already raking it in here. You’ll be richer than us by the end of the night,” Frank said with a laugh.