My daughter came home from her first year of college and confided that she might like girls more than guys.
My daughter asked me to take her to a strip club.
This story is hard for me to tell, so I am writing it down as therapy. I was supposed to be the adult in the room, but I failed. Here is the story.
My 19-year-old daughter, Rachel and I have a wonderful relationship. Since her mother is estranged from the family, Rachel relies on me to be both mom and dad to her. This has been the case since before she was a teenager. I was the parent who took her shopping for training bras, tampons, and eventually birth control pills. I dealt with every one of her physical and sexual maturity changes as she grew up. I taught her every dating trick I knew to fend the boys off to avoid getting into compromising situations.
I figured she would get hit on by every boy at school due to her fantastic beauty. She was about 5’8”, and probably 120 lbs. She had a generous chest and boyish hips. Rachel played on the varsity volleyball team all thru high school which kept her very fit and well-coordinated. She has now finished her first year of college and is home for the summer. I missed having her here and was very happy for her to be back home for a few months until classes began again in the Fall.
She and I sat on the back deck of my house one evening a day after she returned for the summer. We were sharing a bottle of wine, and reminiscing about her high school years and the funny things that go on in a student’s life at that age. In high school she and I discussed her dates quite often, so I asked her if she had met any guy on campus that seemed special. What she said to me really threw me for a loop.
Rachel looked at me seriously and said, “Dad, I think I might like girls more than guys”. She cocked her head to study my reaction to her statement. I was speechless. I did not know what to say or if I should even react to her statement. The quietness between us was measurable.
I knew I had to say something, since I had commented on every detail of her young life, pretty much, since I became both her mom and dad. So, I sat up straight and asked her when she changed her mind about men. She was always in demand for dates in high school, so I naturally assumed she liked being with guys. She told me that she just went thru the motions of dating high school boys and never let any guy get too close to her. “All that most of them wanted was to get in my pants, and I was never interested in anyone enough to go that far”, she said matter of factly.
I tried to keep the uncomfortable subject alive, as a good parent would, so I asked if she had started dating women while in college. That seemed like an innocent question.
Rachel just looked back at me and sighed quietly, but loud enough to make her point that I was clueless.
“No, Dad. That is part of my problem. I don’t know what I like. I just know that I have desires that no guy or girl has come close to filling. I am very disappointed in my love life and don’t know how to get what I need.
Rachel looked deeply in my eyes with a longing and loneliness that I had been oblivious to up until that moment. I really felt helpless in giving any advice.
Rachel continued. “You met Mom in college, got married, then had me. But she bailed on us after I started middle school. She told me she was not getting anything out of the marriage and did not like being held back by it. She abandoned us, Dad!’
“I know she did, sweetie, but she was struggling with inner demons that I did not understand. She is still struggling with some inner torment,” I said as an explanation. I know she loves you but is not doing a good job letting you know it.”
We sat quietly together, neither saying a word, until Rachel quietly told me she wanted something special from me. “Since I really don’t know where my head is at in the dating scene, I want you and I to do something risqué together”. She looked at me sideways and continued. “Dad, I want to go to a strip club. And I want you to take me”.
I gulped. What did she just say? My daughter wants to go see naked women dance and I am supposed to take her? My innocent, lovely daughter, who until tonight I thought was a healthy heterosexual girl, wants to see naked women, and worse yet, wants me to be there?
“Dad, did you hear me? Say something”, she said pleadingly.
“Rachel, honey, that does not seem like something a dad should expose his daughter to, to me. Don’t you think it would be really odd for us to go to a place like that together”?
She reached over to me, an squeezed my arm, and said there was no one else in the world she wanted to explore her sexual interests with more than me.
“It will only be weird if you make it weird. Can we go? Soon? I really want to go to one and need you with me. OK?”
I thought about it, and looked into her eyes, and said “Rachel, I have been with you for every part of your development and maturity. I taught you about getting your period, and what to expect about the changes in your body. I told you about boys and how not to be seduced by any horny guy in the backseat of a car. I guess you learned how to handle yourself in that regard”, I said with a grin. “I will take you to a strip club and be happy to expose you to what goes on in places like that, if you want me to.”
Rachel had a huge expression of relief come over her face and broke out with a giant smile. “When can we do it? Tomorrow night is Friday. How about then?”
“OK, it’s a date”, I said quietly. She screamed and quickly stood up. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips. She broke off the kiss and said, “Don’t make it weird”, and kissed me again. She trotted off to get ready for bed as I just stood there. Her kiss still lingered on my lips. That was a new one. She always kissed me innocently on the cheek. I loved feeling her lips against mine. What was wrong with me?
Friday night came rapidly and since there was no way for me to avoid it, we drove over to a high-class strip joint that was just off the highway from our community. She was so excited that I could barely keep her still in the car. She had worn a very sexy one-piece dress, that was very short and showed off her lovely legs. It was cut too low in the front for her to wear a bra with. The material was sheer, and I could see her prominent nipples right thru the material. I got a twinge in my crotch. It was as if she was dressed to seduce one of the dancers. I guess if she liked women this was a great place to go trolling for a date. I felt proud to walk in with her in my arm, even though I really did not want to go in the place.
I let Rachel pick out where to sit, and so we sat one table back from the edge of the stage. She and I would have a perfect view of each dancer. We both ordered drinks. They did not card Rachel, since she was with “an old guy”, I suppose, and we clinked our glasses after the first round arrived.
The music was loud and there was a heavy layer of perfume mixed with cigarette and pot smoke filling the air. The announcer introduced the next dancer, who was a beautiful creature, who was wearing a tiny bikini. She did the usual strutting around and used the pole to squirm in front of the men. She snapped off the top of her bikini and her gorgeous tits were suddenly on display. I stole a quick glance at Rachel and her eyes were fixed directly on the dancer’s breasts. I could not help but smile as I watched Rachel’s reaction to the stage.
The dancer continued and seemed to focus on Rachel from the stage. She squatted down at the edge and pulled her G-string bottom to the side, beckoning Rachel to come give her a tip. I gave Rachel a few singles and nudged her forward. She smiled and timidly approached the girl on stage. As the dancer squirmed around on the floor of the platform, Rachel just stood there as if hypnotized by the stripper.
The dancer squatted down in front of Rachel and pulled her G-string open from the middle this time. Doing this must have exposed her bare cunt to my daughter. Rachel seemed frozen in place, staring at the dancer’s vagina. Eventually the dancer delicately took Rachel’s hand, that was clutching the bills and shoved it into her crotch. Then she let go of the elastic and Rachel’s fingers were snapped into contact with the cunt she was so enraptured by. It took Rachel several seconds to realize where her hand was, then she slowly pulled it from the dancer’s crotch, leaving the tip behind. She turned to me with a glorious smile on her face and quickly sat down.
Rachel leaned into me and gave me a kiss on the lips, and said “Thank you, Daddy, for bringing me here. This is so exciting!”. Then she quietly sniffed the fingers that had touched the dancer’s twat. I patted her bare thigh, in a loving, fatherly manner, to show her I was glad she was enjoying the evening. She covered my hand with hers to keep me from pulling it back. She then casually traced the outline of my fingers that were in contact with her skin. I was trying not to react to her attention, but serious throbbing in my penis began while she caressed my hand. This evening was making me admit that if Rachel was not my daughter, I would instantly sweep her off her feet and take her home to fuck. I could not believe that horrid thought entered my mind, but I could not let it go.
We had another drink and watched more strippers do their act. Rachel was blushing with innocent sexuality as I studied her face in the dim light. She noticed me looking at her, so she bent towards me again and asked if she could have a private dance with one of the girls. I could tell she was begging for it, so I cleared my throat and said "Sure, and the first one is on me”. I handed her several $20s. I had no idea what it cost.
She waited until the dancer who Rachel had tipped earlier in the evening came by our table. Rachel asked for a private dance. The dancer’s face lit up with a huge grin and she instantly trotted away holding Rachel’s hand. She told me later what happened.
She said that the dancer introduced herself as Nina before the song started and asked Rachel if she was into girls. Rachel told her she said she “thought” she was, and Nina said that by the end of this private dance she would know for sure. Nina then removed her top and began to dance and rub her naked tits all over Rachel’s face and neck. The dancer kissed her and worked her lips down Rachel’s front. She grabbed my daughter’s braless breasts thru her sheer dress material and squeezed them. Nina tweaked her nipples and passionately kissed Rachel on the lips.
She did a second song for my daughter and removed her G-string then sat down on her lap, face to face. The dancer’s bare cunt was nudged against Rachel’s tummy as they kissed on the lips. The dancer took one of Rachel’s hands and placed it on her bare ass, then took Rachel’s other hand and guided it to her cunt. Rachel told me later that this was the first time she had ever touched another female like that.
Rachel got caught up in the passion and began fingering and rubbing the dancer’s cunt. It was slick with juices which oozed all over Rachel’s lap. The dancer continued kissing my daughter who delicately fingered her, until the song ended. Rachel was speechless after the private dance. She had no idea it would have been that intimate.
My daughter came back to the table and excitedly pulled me up to a standing position. She looked into my eyes and put both hands on my cheeks. I could see in her eyes that she was really stirred up, so I assumed she really liked being with a girl. I could smell the luscious aroma of a woman’s cunt on her fingers. It was a smell I dearly missed. Rachel kissed me deeply. Not a daughter’s kiss. A lover’s kiss. She pulled back and told me to take her home. She wanted me. She had to have me, NOW!
I was speechless and immobilized. I was not sure I heard correctly what she said, or what she meant. I had been sitting there fantasying about having sex with Rachel, but knew it was forbidden and impossible. It could end up ruining both of our lives. But my dick had not stopped throbbing since before Rachel went to have her private dance.
I looked at Rachel carefully and said, “Are you sure?” This was open ended, since I could claim I understood that she just wanted to leave, and I could ignore the rest of her comment. She nodded her head quietly, but with a determination not to let this moment escape her. We left immediately.
The short drive home was in silence, except for the noisy pounding of both our hearts. I was convinced that Rachel had to have been able to hear the blood rushing into my pecker ever since the moment when she clamped her hand on mine while we were at the titty bar. If she couldn’t hear the pulse, I would think she HAD to have seen the bulge in my pants trying to tear an escape hole in my pant leg. What the hell was wrong with me? I suddenly was overcome with lust for my daughter after 19 years of being a normal human? What caused this perversion to wash over me? Was it triggered by Rachel saying she might like chicks more than men? Was that some kind of primordial challenge that I, as a male, was compelled to prove her wrong? Or was it simply that she was too beautiful, too innocent, but suddenly too slutty for me to ignore? I was wracked with guilt, but not enough guilt to stop speeding home with the crazy hope that I was going to fuck my daughter.
The calmness of the car ride was too much to bear. I turned to Rachel in the dim light as I drove home. I told her how beautiful she was and that she meant more to me than anything else in life. She looked at me and said “I know you do, Dad. You have done everything for me. You gave up dating. You gave up career advancements that might cause us to move. You have been my rock and my hero. And ever since I reached puberty, I have wanted to be your wife and your lover. I’ve wanted to show you my love by being the best partner you could ever imagine. I know you better than any other woman you might start to date. I can learn what your sexual desires are, and I will do anything you want. I will provide you all the physical pleasure you’ve ever thought of.”
She continued. “When I left for college, I assumed my feelings for you would fade and I would find a guy my age to take your place in my heart. That did not happen. When I got home from school this Spring, my feelings for you came flooding back to me. Now I feel even stronger about wanting to be your mate. I want to fully service you and be your sex partner. I have dreamed about this for years. Please don’t deny me.”
Just then, we pulled into our driveway, and I shut the engine off. She looked at me and said, “Now get in the house and get those clothes off, Mister!” I did not need to be told twice.
I will admit that I was not thinking clearly as I followed her into my bedroom. She adjusted the lights lower and turned toward me. Rachel pulled me to her and said, “Make me a woman, Daddy”.
I gulped. She was still a virgin? I was to be her first? I tore at my clothes and tossed them to the floor. She stood there waiting for me to be naked, then motioned me to sit on the bed. She then slowly unzipped the back of her dress and let the flimsy garment fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and I saw that she had been completely naked underneath it. Her smoothly shaved pussy was glossy with moisture. Her nipples radiated warmth and stood out from her perfectly sized breasts like beacons of lust.
She stepped to me. I wrapped my arms around her back and buried my face between her breasts. She smelled slightly of her own perfume and the strip club. I kissed between her breasts and worked my way to each of them. My lips teased each of her nipples and I played and suckled them with my mouth. She held the back of my head and caressed my hair with both hands while she moaned.
She pulled away, then sunk to her knees. She pushed my legs apart and found my hard cock. She stroked it briefly with her fingers, then looked at me and smiled. “I have dreamed of this moment for half of my life, Daddy.” Then she proceeded to swallow my prick deeply in her mouth. She buried me as deep in her throat as a young, inexperienced woman could do. It felt incredible. Her lips surrounded my stiff penis, and her tongue lapped the underside of it. I could not remember having a more delightful blowjob. And since it was my own daughter with my prick buried in her mouth, it made the experience ten times better than anything ever before.
“My gawd! This feels so good, Rachel. How do you know how to suck a cock if you are still a virgin?” She took her mouth from my organ and winked at me. “How do you think I have stayed a virgin all this time? I have sucked lots of dicks.” Then she returned to her business at hand. Just a few moments later I was on the verge of an orgasm. I mumbled to Rachel that I was about to cum. She did not remove me from her mouth but spoke “Feed me, Daddy. Give me your cum!” That triggered a massive explosion of jizz that boiled out of my dick. I felt several blasts of cum shoot out of me, filling her sexy mouth. She struggled to swallow it all, but some trickled out and dripped off her chin. She made sure I was done shooting, then pulled off and began licking the length of my shaft, capturing any drips that might have escaped her talented mouth. She then took my tool and rubbed it on her face and cheeks as if to mark herself as my new lover.
As soon as I was able to compose myself, I had her switch places with me on the bed. I pushed her back and dove between her slim thighs. I found her wet snatch, already dripping with her juices and began lapping at the folds of her cunt. I used my fingers to carefully stroke her pussy lips and found her clit, all engorged and hot. I delicately sucked the bud in between my lips and caressed it lovingly. Her juices continually flooded my face as I tasted her womanly essence. In no time, she grabbed my head and held me steady and gushed a huge squirt of cum on my nose”, lips and chin. She gasped and cried out “Yes, yes, oh gawd, yes!” and collapsed back on the bed. I left my lips planted on her and felt her cunt pulsing and contracting as her orgasm swept over her.
We crawled on to the bed and spooned, with me behind her. The heat radiating from our bodies warmed up the room. She held me tightly against her and told me that was the best orgasm of her life.
My erection began to harden again, and she reached behind and played with it. Then she rolled me on to my back and began carefully stroking me tenderly with her hand. She kept saying this was a dream come true for her. She went down on me again to make sure I was fully erect then swung her leg over my thighs. Rachel looked into my eyes as my cock was pointed at her wet cunt. She said, “I hope this is OK, Daddy” and scooted up and shoved my cock into her virgin pussy. She eased down on me, wincing with pain as her hymen was broken. Then she began slowly edging up and down on my shaft.
I just looked into her eyes to reassure her that I understood her desires, and I was definitely OK with her actions. Her young cunt held me with a grip that I never recall experiencing before. I do not think I had ever been with a virgin before, so this was new territory for me.
Rachel leaned forward and kissed me deeply. Our mouths were in perfect sync as she pulled off and plunged back down on my engorged cock. She raised up and put her palms on my chest and closed her eyes as she fucked herself with my cock. I was in heaven.
We were joined together as one and she pushed herself down on me, embedding my shaft deep inside her. She paused then had a huge climax. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting against my cock as it seemed to milk me. In no time, I was ready to cum again and told her so, in case she did not want me to spurt my jizz inside her. She just smiled and said “I have been waiting to have your cum inside me for years. Give me your cum, Daddy.” I grabbed her hips and forcefully pumped into her, releasing another huge load of saved up spunk. As soon as she felt the jets of cum filling her vagina, she had another massive orgasm. Then she went limp and collapsed on to my chest.
Both of our hearts were pounding as our post orgasm spasms began to wane. She stayed on top of me until my erection softened and edged out from her folds. She flooded my face with kisses and told me again how much she wanted this and loved me. This was the best moment of my life up until that point in time.
We cuddled together for the rest of the night. It was a magical night for both of us. And by morning we were still entwined together. She woke first and began giving me a morning blow job, which I had never experience either. Rachel was filling all my sexual desires and did not even know it. She coaxed out another orgasm from my body, even though I did not think it possible. Then she hopped off the bed and simply said “Coffee?”
Rachel and I spent the rest of the day naked. We fucked several more times and cuddled continually. It was as if she was trying to make up for the time lost where she was not brave enough to tell me her secret desires. I was happy to accommodate her youthful exuberance.
Since that day, Rachel and I have shared my bed. She told me she was now my secret wife and she would take care of any of my sexual desires. Nothing was off limits. I told her the same and said she made me happier than I had ever been in my life. She is my daughter, and I am her father, but to her, I am Daddy, her lover. And to me, she is everything.