1 comments/ 44032 views/ 30 favorites My Daughter the Dancer By: Sean Renaud Rena hadn't been home to see her father in what felt like forever. She'd called to tell him her plane would be arriving and he'd quickly volunteered to pick her up despite her protests. She just wanted him to leave a key under the mat but he'd made it clear that his daughter would not be taking a taxi at three in the morning. It wasn't like they lived in a bad neighborhood, they lived in a place where people always joked that most dangerous gang in were the Girl Scouts and the worst thing you could do was be late with your cookie payments. So much to her dismay instead of being halfway home already Rena was standing front of the airport in a pair of flip flops, blue pajama bottoms, a tank top and a black leather jacket. She'd been asleep on the plane. "Hurry up." She only ended up waiting about five minutes for her father to pull up in his brand new Mid Life Crisis car, an electric blue sports car. She wasn't much of a car person but her only complaint was it didn't look like it had much of a back seat. "That's my Dad. I can't believe I even thought that." Rena chided herself. "I mean seriously, it must just be jetlag." Her father pulled up and she quickly tossed her bag in tiny trunk and her second bag into the almost nonexistent backseat. "Hello Daddy." She leaned across the car giving her father a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for coming to get me." Even though what she really meant was you didn't have to and really shouldn't have. "Hey there Baby Girl." He returned the hug. "You couldn't think of anything more appropriate to wear out?" "What?" Rena looked down at herself. The pajama bottoms did a decent job of showing off her bottom but there weren't a whole lot of outfits that didn't flatter her hips and she'd specifically chosen the leather jacket to keep herself covered up from prying eyes. "You look like you're ready for bed." Her father replied. "It's just that. . .never mind tell me about your trip." He'd never found it appropriate when people, women in particular, sat at the airport like it was their private bedroom. He didn't really understand why it bugged him so much but it was the kind of pet peeve that he couldn't just remain silent about. It took a lot of will power to keep from saying more about it. Rena spent the next thirty minutes telling her father all about college, her classes, her part time job at the library. She very intentionally left out parts that she either hoped he didn't know or that simply weren't the kinds of things a daughter spoke about to her father. Rena knew of course to keep the details about her new boyfriend to the barest details. He existed, he loved her, he treated her right and he definitely didn't drive a sexy sports car that bore a startling resemblance to the car her father currently owned. The rumble of the engine certainly didn't get her a little excited in a purely Pavlovian sort of way. She didn't know that he'd heard from a friend, who had in turn heard from a jealous bastard of an ex, that his baby girl was the a dancer at Arachne's Web. He wasn't exactly in a rush to breach that conversation either though he wasn't going to be able to let it pass. Not when he knew that she was partially in town to perform at the Kandy Kat and not just to see her dear old father. That wasn't the sort of thing that he knew how to talk to his daughter about. He wished Sarah, his wife, wasn't away on business at the moment. That wasn't the kind subject one broke over the phone though so she couldn't help. His son lived close enough to call up but he was even less certain how he'd go about asking his son for advice about his sister being a dancer and God only knew what else. They'd always been close, he probably knew all along and never quite figured out how to break that it of information to his father. "Well I need to get some sleep Daddy." Rena walked into the house with just one of her bags, the other could wait until morning. She stripped off her leather jacket and tossed it on the coat rack. Her father had to admit the leather jacket had been doing an incredible job of concealing her young supple flesh, it had even been hiding just how narrow her waist actually was. "Night." It was a little to easy to see how she could be a dancer, she certainly moved with the right kind of confidence and presence. "Night." Jake replied. He didn't mean to watch his youngest daughter's hips swivel as she walked up the stairs but she had the same hypnotic sway as a serpent, something you just couldn't turn away from and thank God she didn't seem to notice. She just disappeared upstairs to what had been her room and now doubled as a guest room. As soon as she was out of sight Jake poured himself a glass of scotch, took one look at it and then doubled it up and walked up to his bedroom. It had to have been an accident but Rena had left the door cracked open and he could just make out the silhouette of her body stripping against in the darkness. He didn't dare stay long, instead he just scurried back to his room and sat down. He gulped down his drink quickly and tried to clear his mind but he couldn't quite manage it. He spent the rest of the night thinking about his daughter while he drifted in and out of sleep. Rena could hardly believe it. She felt his eyes when she walked up the stairs, like little hot lights on her buttocks. Just like any other man, she knew she'd been mistaken though. Her father would never look at her that way, even if she did bear a fairly striking resemblance to her mother. She'd immediately decided to test it by leaving the door open, just enough that if he wanted to catch a glimpse of his Baby Girl he could but only if he tried and she'd seen him, he's snuck his look and then ran off. He reminded Rena of her brother in that way. He'd always 'accidently' walk into the bathroom right as she was taking a shower, found an excuse to come out to the pool when her friends were around and forgot to knock at oddly strategic times. The confusing part was she'd always been a little attracted to her father. It wasn't difficult for her to see what her mother had seen in him, even at fifty he still looked like someone who could kick ass. Sure his former six pack was now a gut, but a gut like those big boxer types or wrestlers. His hair had been receding when she was a child and he'd been bald for as long as she could remember. That might have been why she found the look as attractive as she did. Rena pushed the thoughts of her father away and instead focused on thought of her boyfriend and how deliciously he was going fuck her when they got together. She tried to keep herself quiet, she remembered how thin the walls were. She hoped that her father didn't hear her whimpering before she managed to fall off to sleep. Morning came and Jake was the first one up. He always claimed that between his football training and time in the military that he couldn't sleep past seven thirty if he tried. So it wasn't a shock to Rena when she found him already sitting at the island with a mug of coffee when she came down stairs. What did surprise her was that he was sitting there in pair of boxers with an open robe. He pretended not to notice her out of the corner of his eye at first, then as subtly as he could manage wrapped his robe shut, but it was a bit too late to conceal the massive hard on he was sporting. "Morning dear." Jake had to keep from choking on his coffee. He was caught immediately in the trap of not knowing if he should again chide his daughter for her outfit or pretend he didn't notice. It was hard not to notice that she was wearing thigh high socks that looked like beacons pointing at her pink micro shorts. The kind with the extra stitching down the crack of the ass to define the buttocks, and Rena's ass didn't need any help. She didn't really have the kind of bust to fill out a tube top properly making it more cute than sexy. It was unfortunately the kind of cute that matched well with the over all look of a woman who didn't realize how attractive she was and shouldn't have just been flouncing around like that. "There's coffee." "Yes Daddy, it smells wonderful." She didn't quite skip across the room, she pranced like a little girl who was too excited to control herself. The petite blonde had to raise up onto the tips of her toes to reach the coffee mugs, but she didn't have to stay on them as she made her way over to the fridge and pulled out the creamer or back to the coffee pot. Rena had to make a conscious effort not to look directly at her father. The closed robe did more to display his admittedly not too long but fat cock than it did to hide it. She couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him following her pert little rump just like any other man in the world. Once she noticed him watching it was next to impossible to keep from putting an extra bit of bounce in her step then lean over the island and sipping at her coffee. She'd known how to command before she'd become a dancer, a stripper, she had no problem with what she was. The pole was just a tool, the important things were keep on your toes, men love a toned calf and perky bottom. "So do you have anything planned for today?" Jake asked his daughter. He knew he was staring but she seemed to focused elsewhere. "Yeah, the girls are gonna come by and pick me up. We're gonna go shopping." Rena replied. "I was hoping that we'd have breakfast first though." She wondered briefly if guys actually thought women could just sense it when men or on occasion women were watching them. "Sure what did you have in mind?" Jake answered. "Well it looked like you have everything for me to whip up some omellettes." Rena suggested with a shrug. "Is that okay?" "Yeah, that sounds great. I'm gonna run upstairs and get ready for work. How long do you need?" Jake asked. "Oh, about fifteen twenty minutes." Rena answered her father perking slightly all the ingredients out of the fridge. Jake watched her for a few seconds before sliding out off his stool careful to keep the island between him and his daughter without looking too conspicuous. Once she turned her back he practically ran the rest of the way out of the kitchen. In his entire life Jake couldn't remember a time he'd been happier to be out of the room with an attractive scantily clad woman. "Oh fuck." He had to stop himself from running up the stairs holding it to a mere power walk until he was in his room with the door shut behind him. "Oh my God, what is wrong with me? I can't believe I'm checking out my own daughter like that, but what a peach of an ass! And those fucking legs, she has to be doing it on purpose." Jake pulled his robe off and tossed it onto the bed stripping out of his boxers at the same time. He was in the shower before the water even had a chance to warm up. Jake leaned back against the cool tiles and sudsing his cock up. "Oh fuck." Jacob tried to get his thoughts away from his daughter and back to his wife but they looked so similar it was impossible to envision anything Rena prancing around in her tiny pink shorts wriggling her shapely rump. His fist was wrapped tight around his cock pumping as slowly as he could force himself. He could imagine his daughter doing all manner of filthy acts, but the one he settled on had her bent over in front of him, face and breasts smooshed against the glass shower wall while he took her with long deep strokes. She was a short woman, each time he filled her completely it lifted her completely off her feet and the cutest little squeal forced its way out of her mouth. Rena would be pushing back against him, trying to get her fill, just like her mother always had. It only took a few minutes before Jake exploded. He came so hard his semen made it the full way across the shower to splatter against the wall and slowly start its descent to the floor as he slid down to sit on bench and stayed there for a few minutes staring at it as it oozed down the wall. As soon as his legs were ready to support him he grabbed his washrag and finished his shower climbing. Meanwhile Rena was dancing around the kitchen finishing cooking. She just couldn't believe how easily her father had been enamored with her little costume or worse how excited it had gotten her. There was an instantly recognizable heat between her thighs. She was about to run up stairs and change into something a little more appropriate when she ran out of time and Jake walked back into the room wearing a light blue suit. Rena couldn't check but she was pretty sure a dark spot had formed on her pink shorts. She had to sit next to her father, legs conspicuously crossed at the island that wasn't nearly high enough to make allow. She kept herself angled away the entire time they spoke. "Well that was a nice talk we had, I have to go to work. You have fun while you're out with your friends okay Baby Girl?" Jake said leaning over giving his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping out. Rena almost told him to hurry up and go, certain that he knew just how hot she'd was and was intentionally dragging out his steps. "Oh God." The moment he was out of the kitchen she splayed her legs open and when the door slammed she slipped her hand into her shorts. She waited a few seconds and then she had her shorts and panties down around one ankle. Rena had two fingers pushed into her dripping wet pussy. She could hardly believe that just being a naughty tease would have gotten her so excited. It was absurd, the last time just having a man looking at her had gotten her so worked up she'd been a nineteen year old virgin with her first real boyfriend. "Oh fuck!" Rena started slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt, pressing the palm of her hand up against her throbbing clit. Rena closed her eyes and tried to push every thought of her father away again but this time the image of her father was stubborn. She imagined him kneeling between her lapping at her pussy. He was looking up at her calling her 'Baby Girl'. At the same time he had one hand between his legs pumping his cock. He was telling her how sexy she was, how he couldn't keep his hands off her, how he was absolutely losing his mind. She brought her other hand down between her legs just lightly touching her asshole, just like her Daddy would. He'd flick his tongue against it, then he'd slip a finger in. Her Dad would keep licking and sucking and sliding his fingers into her twat. He wouldn't stop. He would not stop for anything until she'd had the biggest, the absolute biggest orgasm of her entire life! Rena hissed as her orgasm hit her like a wave. If she hadn't been balancing on a stool with one leg it would have ended better. As it stood when her orgasm hit she fell off the stool and landed on the tile floor. The sudden pain wasn't enough to stop the waves that curled her toes and her bent her back. "Ouch." Rena hissed. Slowly Rena got back to her feet kicking off her shorts. They were already too wet to keep on. She was only to the top of the stairs when the door bell rang. "In a minute! Rena pulled on the first skirt she found and came bounding down the stairs. "Hey girl, how you been?" Lara exclaimed bursting into the house and wrapping her arms around her best friend. "It's been too long." Rena returned the hug and took a step back. "Hey, it's been-" she had to stop when she noticed that Lara wasn't alone. She'd brought a half dozen people in what she assumed were two separate cars "-a while." She realized she wasn't going to get a chance to go take a shower right now, not without a damn good explanation so she just grabbed a pair of white tennis shoes. "Well lets get this going!" The other ladies all swarmed in exchanging their quick hugs with the returning party girl before half leading her, half dragging her out to the car. "You're riding with us." Lara exclaimed pushing her into the back. "So where do you want to start? Shoes or skirts?" My Daughter the Dancer Ch. 02 "Well another day, another dollar right?" Ken declared much too cheerily for someone opening a shoe store on a Monday morning. "Yeah. Now shut the fuck up and get out on the floor. I'll guard the cash register." Chris replied trying to sound less annoyed with his chipper coworker than he was. There weren't a lot of things in the world that annoyed him quite like people who could be bright eyed and bushy tailed before nine o'clock. Unfortunately for Ken one of the other things on his top ten list happened to have also occurred. He hadn't had time to stop by and pick up a cup of coffee along the way. Normally he'd be sipping it while walking the aisles making sure the people who closed the night before had done their job properly dressing everything down but right now the only thing he wanted was to be left alone and that meant getting rid of Ken in the most efficient way possible. "Sure, I'm on it. Make sure all the shoes look pretty for the people who won't be here probably until next shift but certainly for another three hours." Ken shot back, again far to happy. It was true though, in both of their experience the only reason you kept a shoe store open on a weekday before noon was to receive shipments, deal with the odd door to door salesmen who couldn't read the no solicitors sign and of course the dreaded inspection from management. The last one was especially frustrating since it usually involved trying to bulshit your way through a shouting boss who'd found some stray hair out of place that the closing crew should have taken care of but didn't in their haste to get home and you hadn't had time to take care of. Ken didn't mind in the least, he liked mornings. He did have his cup of coffee (not that he needed it) and his big breakfast. The only downside for him in working mornings was that he inevitably got stuck with someone who was a grouch until noon. In fairness to Chris he was far from the worst, as long as Ken stayed out of sight and out of mind Chris wouldn't so much as blink in his direction. The store had been open for a little over an hour and Ken had managed to get every display in tip top shape when the door chime went crazy going off at least seven times in rapid succession. "Goddamnit, Ken go turn off the alarm and if you think we need to lock the door. We don't want the wind whipping it open and breaking it. Again." Ken was halfway to the front of the store when he stopped in his tracks. He'd been expecting that Chris was right and the wind was just getting out of hand pushing the door open, the sight of six girls who looked like they'd stepped straight out of an MTv Spring Break video was not what he'd been expecting. "Wow." "Hey don't just stand there with your mouth open, ask if you can help us!" A red head in a short white skirt and a pink tube top called. "Of course, how can I help you." Ken stammered. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes on their faces. Judging by the way the red head had turned her hips slightly and just out her chest none of them particularly minded his ogling. "Well duh, we're here for shoes. I assume you can bring us some?" The redhead asked with a giggle. "By the way I'm Rena, this is Lara and since we're the only ones buying anything today you don't need to remember my friend's names." There was a collective rolling of eyes and groaning. "What, he's having a hard enough time telling our faces apart as it is. I bet if me and Lara switched tops he's be confused all over again." "Sorry." Ken felt his face flush. The ladies let the embarrassment sink in for a second then Rena spoke. "Don't worry about it. Just bring me two pairs of boots, one black, one red, thigh high and Lara?" "I'll go fetch my own heels thank you. I would never trust a man to pick out shoes. C'mon girls." Lara replied. "You really should. It's not like you want me to fuck you, so you know you've got it right when a man is excited about your shoes!" Rena called bouncing on her heels her miniskirt flaring as she did. "Oh, and take me to the dressing area, I'll wait." "Right this way." Ken said making a brief motion and then leading Rena towards the back of the store. He made a point of pausing at the register just long enough for Chris to get a good look at her. "I'll be helping a customer, there are a few more who may need some assistance." The two men exchanged glance and then Ken continued to the back guiding Rena to a bench. "Just wait a minute, let me get your measurements." He pulled out a small metal foot shaped device and sank down to one knee. "May I?" Rena gave the fakest, sweetest, smile she could muster and extended her foot toward him. "You may." She made certain she poured the sugar on thick enough. Ken hesitated only a moment before untying her tennis shoe and slipping it off, then reaching for the other. Rena kept from giggling as he delicately placed her foot on the metal device and measured her foot. God, she has such cute, sexy, little feet. Ken thought hoping she assumed he was staring so intently at the way her tiny toes wriggled in her socks because he was determined to do the best job possible. "I really should measure them both just to be absolutely certain." He extended his hand for the other foot only briefly looking up at Rena who lifted the other foot. Ken took his time gently unlacing the shoe and setting it next to the other repeating the measuring process. So sexy. "I'll be right back with a couple of pairs that I think you'll like." Rena giggled lightly at the sight of Ken disappearing down one of the aisles. He was practically skipping. It probably wasn't every day that a woman like her paid attention to him even in a playful way and she was dressed like some kind of teeny bopper. It was just adorable, college guys always tried to pretend like they didn't actually notice how attractive she was, it got old. It was refreshing to be back around guys who were a little easier to read. "Holy shit." Ken whispered to himself as he started quickly walking up and down the boot aisle. "I know they're around here somewhere. He smiled when he found the perfect two pair and then pulled up a third and a fourth set balancing all the boxes and returning to kneel at her perfectly petite feet. "Four boxes? But I only asked for two." Rena said with a smile. "I strive to please. That's what we do here is provide the best possible service. Now let's start with these if you'll excuse my French 'Fuck Me' boots that you requested." Rena smiled and allowed him to zip her into a pair of white boots. They were definitely hooker boots, laces from her ankle all the way up to her knee, thick platforms with an even higher heel (thankfully not stiletto since she didn't want to break an ankle) and glossy. After Ryan helped her to her feet Rena took a moment to try them out marching back and forth for her attentive crowd before letting him lace her into an identical black pair for a repeat performance. "Okay, now let's see these surprises." Rena offered wriggling her toes after they were freed of the tight confines of the boots. "Well, I understand if you don't like them. Not every woman thinks she'll make a great cowgirl, but there aren't a lot of things guys find sexier." He pulled a pair of ankle high cowgirl style boots with tassels. "Not really my style, but you've been such a sweetheart so I'll try 'em on." Rena conceded letting the clerk dress her again and then standing up. He really had already done a pretty good job so she walked back and forth putting on her best strut and almost sat down then stopped. These are fucking sexy. She stopped right there and did here very best impression of a quick square dance. The look on the clerk's face told her all she needed to know. "Okay, I guess I'm convinced if you can get me a discount I'll take these too, what's your other surprise for me?" "Okay, these are more a personal eh-" "Fetish?" Rena offered. "I guess that's a. . . term you could use." Ken said opening the box. "Anyway I'm not the only guy who like punk rock or Goth chicks." In the box were a pair of black leather military boots, only with shiny steel toed boots. "So?" "Sure. Why not." Rena watched him once again lace her into a pair of boots and this time noticed something she hadn't earlier. It was subtle but there a definitely a slight bulge in his pants. Oh crap. Rena had completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing anything beneath that tiny skirt of hers. The entire time she's been holding out of her feet and flashing him her intimate parts. He probably somehow noticed right when she walked in the door and that's why he brought extra boots. Clever boy. Ken finished lacing up her boots and helped her upright. "So how do those feel miss?" Rena took a quick stomp around in the boots. She wasn't big on the kind of leather outfits that she'd need for these but it was easy to see how a man who was into girls with green hair and pierced noses would find them sexy. "They feel fine, just not really my style." Ken unlaced the boots taking his time to enjoy her slender ankles, the arch of her in step. He really wanted to lean in and take a whiff of her delicate feet but resisted. "You can put my shoes back on if you like." Rena offered pushing her tennis shoes toward him with her other foot. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Best to pretend this was all according to plan. "Thank you." Ken responded genuinely. He looked up at Rena and for the first time noticed that the sexy girl with the adorable toes that he could easily imagine painted pink and he craved to suckle one by one wasn't wearing any panties. He felt his heart skip a beat and then he finished tying her shoes. "All done." "Good. I'll take the white, the black and the cowgirl. Thank you for all your help uh. . .what was your name again?" "Ken. My name is Ken." "Ken, please bring those to the register. I'll be there as soon as my girlfriends are finished. If I need any more help I'll be sure to come find you." She said. "Yes ma'am!" Ken replied a bit more enthusiastically than was professional. He picked up the boxes and quickly walked back to the register. "Well that made for a good morning. Give her my discount on the cowboy boots Chris." "She's not that hot." Chris grumbled. "You're just pissed you decided to work the register instead of the floor where you get to help the customers. You wouldn't believe how cute her feet were, little tiny things." Ken whispered. Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah you're such a fucking perv. I know you're all into feet and toes, you probably wish she'd give you a foot job. I'm not into all that kinky shit. Helping a woman try on shoes doesn't do anything for me, cus I'm not a freak." "Yeah, yeah. I saw you looking." Ken replied. "Looking of course, at those long legs and high firm ass. I could care less if she was walking around in clogs though. This is just my job, my day job at that." Chris replied. "Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind watching those girls strut around the store all day, I just don't have any desire to be down there with their funky ass feet." "You just don't appreciate the finer things in life." Ken shrugged. "I'm gonna go make sure they are all finding everything ok. After all I only got to help one of the six, maybe some one else isn't wearing panties." He hissed the last words so low that Chris didn't really hear them so much as read his lips and figure it out. "I think you should work the register for a while. After all custom service is what we live for around here." Chris replied. "Nope, they specifically asked for me after I did such an outstanding job. I just came to drop these off at the counter." Ken taunted and walked away from the register. "Oh my God. Ken, that clerk guy is such a pervert!" Rena gasped to her gaggle of friends who were currently trying on heels. "Oh? Do tell? Did he take your shoe size?" Lara replied sarcastically. "Of course he did. But he was staring up my skirt the entire time and got himself hard. I bet he's in the bathroom rubbing one out right now." Rena said. "Course it might be my fault a bit. "A bit? I saw you honey, do you even know how to walk any more or do you just strut?" Lara asked. "Oh, not that, I was putting on a show. I thought he deserved that for being so sweet. Half the time guys in these stores just ignore me and no offense but unless I'm going to a ball I don't trust a woman's opinion on clothes." Rena paused slightly. "But you kinda caught me a little off guard this morning." "I told you when I was coming." Lara replied. "I know, I was just not quite ready when you arrived." "You certainly looked ready to walk out the door." Lara said. Rena's replied by lifting her skirt just high enough to make her point. Lara gasped. "Oh my God. You were sitting there that entire time, with your legs up and spread while he pretended he was measuring your feet and helping you try on different shoes. That sly little bastard. Oh well, that sounds like you were begging for it, even if you did forget. Can't exactly blame a guy for taking a peak if it's right there can you?" "Oh I'm not mad at him. He's cute enough for a little peak and if he hadn't ehem gotten aroused I would never have known he was checking me out. He's either really good at looking out of the corner of his eye or he doesn't need to watch what he's doing at all with shoes cus he didn't miss a beat, even pulled up my socks when they were getting a bit slack." Rena replied with a shrug. "Like you said I can't be mad at a guy checking me out. Anyway pick me up a pair of those strappy heels you've been looking at and let's get out of here. I gotta get home and show and then we have to practice the routine before we hit the Kandy Kat tonight." "Oh right." Lara tilted her head slightly to look past her friend where Ken was just rounding the corner. "You're boyfriend's back." Rena rolled her eyes and turned around to face Ken. "Hey Ken, can you help us? We need all of this." "Of course." Ken took his time sinking to one knee. He wasn't in any rush to get up, not when Lara was wearing a pair of open toed high heels with her toes painted bright blue, and except for one girl in low cut hiking boots with sexy purple frilly socks peaking out over the top the others were all wearing common tennis shoes. Still the view was enough that he didn't mind gathering the boxes one by one into a pile before carrying them away. "You're right. If I didn't know he had to have been getting a peak up your skirt when he went by I'd have been certain he was just looking at your feet. Well all of our feet really. He seemed to think Kimmy's boots were kinda interesting too." Lara laughed. "Wouldn't that just be the funniest thing? If he was really just checking out your feet the whole time? Got himself a hard dick looking at your toes?" "It wouldn't be the first time I've met a guy who had some odd fetish he wanted to try out. Some guys are seriously twisted." Rena mused. "Honestly if a guy gets off on feet and can get his fill working at a shoe store that's fine by me. Did I ever tell you about my boyfriend Xavier?" The girls continued talking almost until they reached the register paid for their items. "Chris is it? Would you mind? We bought more than we can carry and Ken's been so helpful to us already. . ." "Fine, fine, he can help you ladies carry your stuff to the car. I can help as well, he might have to make two trips if he goes alone." Chris replied starting to step out from behind the counter. Lara stopped him with a gentle hand to the chest. "No thank you, we think he can handle it alone." Chris stopped and deflated almost visibly. "Okay, just don't keep him too long. I'll need him if any more customers arrive. He is my number one worker." Chris stepped back behind the counter as he spoke. "You heard her, figure it out Ken." Rena taunted leading her friends out. Ken shrugged at Chris then found a way to balance all the boxes and follow through a combination of familiarity, faith and watching what he could see around the edges of his pile of boxes to follow the ladies out of the store and into the parking lot. "Right here." Lara said bringing them all to a halt. One by one the boxes were taken away from Ken and as each block was taken away he was greeted to a vision. Rena was sitting in the backseat with her feet together, toes pointed skyward. The next blocks revealed her toned calves, followed by her thighs. When the last boxes were taken away he saw that she had one hand between her thighs prying her lips open for him. "Bye bye." Ken's jaw dropped. "You want to see her again?" Rena reached into her purse and gave him a post card. He was still standing there like a statue when the girls drove out. A few minutes later he managed to drag himself back into the store where he laid the post card on the counter. "Holy shit, those girls work at the Kandy Kat and gave you a free pass with a friend? I hate to ask but. . ." "Yes Chris, you can come with me if you cover for the next couple of minutes, I need an alone minute if you catch my drift." My Daughter the Dancer Ch. 03 The half an hour drive felt like it was an eternity with thoughts of his daughter continually dancing around in his head. She wouldn't stop and each time he closed his eyes he could see her swaying backside or long slender legs. The cute way she smiled so innocently kept his cock stirring. He didn't get another erection but it was a constant threat making it difficult to focus. "Hello Mr. Carson I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you today!" Jake tried to pretend he didn't hear him. "Mr. Carson!" Jake sighed and stopped waiting for Craig to catch up. "Mr. Carson, good morning." "Good morning to you to Craig. What did you want to talk to me about?" Ken tried not to sound bored. Craig was always going on about one thing or another and it was always something that Craig didn't actually need or want to understand. Sometimes he wanted to tell the young IT geek that the entire reason he had a job was because nobody else really understood all that bits and bytes shit that floated around in the computers. It was all Greek to him and listening to it made his ears want to bleed. Today was no exception, the only parts of the entire conversation that Ken actually understood were out of date, possible fire hazard and additional offsite back up. "Okay, well write a cost estimate both with and without and have it on my desk by noon, can you do that?" Craig nodded and Jake escaped into elevator. "Oh thank God." "Rough weekend?" Jake had no idea who was speaking but he entertained them with the usual banter until it was his turn to get off the elevator and into his office. It wasn't a corner office or anything particularly impressive but it was his. "God, I can't believe I'm standing here fantasizing about my own daughter. It's sick. I'm sick." Jake walked over to his chair and collapsed into it. "I mean no matter how much she looks like her mother she's not. I shouldn't be thinking about her at all." Jake spun around to his computer and went through the early morning motions. Checked his mail, sent out a few memos to people he wanted to see and realized he had absolutely nothing constructive to do for nearly an hour when his first meeting took place. He tried to keep his mind focused for a few moments. It didn't work. He was immediately typing away furiously doing a search on Hazel Love Rockswell, the stage name of Rena Carson. He was immediately given a flood of hits. Pictures, videos, two websites one of them complete with a personal blog. "Oh God. This isn't something my little girl does on the side. This is what my Baby Girl does." Hazel wasn't just a stripper either, she was a soft core porn star. Jake tried to convince himself that he wanted to click out of the site entirely before he saw anything more. That it wasn't his fault when he entered her modeling site because he was compelled by the same force that won't let you turn away from a car crash. It wasn't true. It was his fault when he started scrolling through pictures of his daughter. She seemed to like cartoon characters, Disney in particular. He recognized some of them: Tinkerbelle, Snow White, and Cinderella. Most of them he had no clue who they were with their hair every color of the rainbow. She seemed to have started off as something called a cosplayer. The later pictures had her in bikinis, lingerie, sometimes oversized shirts or with her hair done up in pig tails. "Why Baby Girl? Why? If you needed money you could have just asked." He knew it was more complicated than that. He made too much money to get any financial aid but not enough that sending his daughter off to an Ivy League college was easy and he'd always stressed how important being self reliant was. "God, when I said stand on your own and make your own way. . ." He trailed off letting the thought linger for a while. What did you think an attractive young woman was going to do? Settle for flipping burgers? She probably makes more money in a good weekend doing this than she would in a month as waitress. It was naïve of you not to think she was doing this. I should be thanking God, Jesus, Zeus, Ra, and Superman that the only thing she seems to have gotten into is pictures and stripping. He continued navigating the site. After the bikini and lingerie there were lots of semi nudes and nudes, mostly topless but one series caught his eye and would not let go. It was his daughter, Rena (no Hazel), and she started out in his mockery of a little girl's dress. The baby blue skirt was far too short and the top was several sizes too small and he'd never seen a real school girl with pig tails quite like that. Certainly none that wore white lacy thongs. It started with her coming home from school on a pink bike with streamers and training wheels. Hazel parked the bike in the garage and walked into the house and for some reason there was a cake in her seat. She looked at it, then at the camera then she sat down on it with the most astonished look on her face. The last few frames were pictures of her standing up and looking back at her frosting coated rump as if she couldn't fathom how the hell something like that could have happened. Jake had never considered little girls or anything involving food sexy before. Well maybe a girl in a whip cream bikini but that was different than seeing his daughter's buttocks coated in frosting. "That's fucking sexy." The only thought in his mind was just how much he wished he'd been there to get down on his knees and lick the frosting from his daughter's amazing ass. "Oh my." Jake whispered to himself continuing to click through a few more of the albums. He was so engrossed in the pictures of his daughter that he didn't notice Annie until she dumped a pile of folders on his desk. "Whatcha lookin' at. It must be pretty interesting to have you so caught up in it." Jake moved as deliberately as he could manage to close down the window of his daughter and replace it with an email. "Oh nothing Annie, just reading the emails for the day and I got a little distracted." His eyes flickered away from the computer to Annie. Annie quirked a brow and smirked. "What kind of email has you saying 'oh my'?" Jake stammered for a moment searching for an answer but nothing came to mind. "That's what I thought. So what were you looking at?" "Okay, you caught me, I was checking out a local strip joint." Jake whispered. "Mr. Carson!" Annie exclaimed in mock shock. "I had no idea you enjoyed looking at young women in their underwear." She smiled. "So what inspired this?" Annie slid onto his desk shoving the folders out of the way. "Just need to unwind a bit and. . .it just did okay?" Jake replied. Annie tilted her head slightly and stood up straightening out her skirt. "Okay, no need to get testy. I was just wondering if this was a group outing or not. You know you promised me a lap dance if I ever let you take me to a strip club." Jake immediately blushed and tried to look away from her but there wasn't any place to look. "It's okay I know you were just kidding. And so was I, would never let you take me out for drinks let alone to a strip club! And if I did I certainly wouldn't be getting any lap dances. You're a married man and I have a fiancée." Both of those things were true, it had never stopped either of them from doing a little harmless flirting around the office. Jake had occasionally wondered how much she was joking but never had the courage to test it. The entire rest of the day was maddening. Jake hadn't had an analog clock in the office for years but he swore he could hear one clicking the seconds away. He'd already made up his mind that he would see his daughter dance. It was the worst idea he'd ever committed to and he wasn't even certain when he'd committed. He just knew that he was going and that was that. When the day finished he drove straight to the club where his daughter would be performing. "The cover's ten bucks." Jake had been so busy staring at the floor that he hadn't noticed the bounce until he nearly ran straight into him. Jake handed the man a twenty and slipped in to the club without waiting for his change. It had been years, decades actually, since the last time Jake had gone to a strip club. They'd changed a lot since the last time he'd been. This wasn't a seedy smoke filled dive, it was almost classy. To Jakes' surprise there were even a few women sitting in the front row tossing dollars up to the stage. Jake made his way to the table farthest from the stage. "Can I get you a drink?" Jake turned slowly turned towards the young woman standing beside him. "Sure, I'll take a Long Island Ice Tea." Jake replied. The girl smiled and turned skipping through the club. Jake couldn't tear his eyes away from the perky Latina. The perfectly rounded globes of her ass were on full display in the black shorts she was wearing and the knee high white socks were almost like search lamps pointed toward them. She came back a few minutes later with his drink a smile. "Hey miss. . ." "Candi, with an 'I'" Candi answered with flirtatious smile. "Candi, I came here tonight because I heard there is going to be a special attraction." Jake started. Candi slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You mean Hazel? She'll be up next." She ground her hips against his for a moment. The words had only just left her mouth when the lights dimmed in the club. "Well, actually I guess she's on right now. You don't mind if I stay here for the show do ya?" "Not at all." Jake replied wrapping his arms gently around her middle and pulling her back against him. A spotlight hit the stage and the room went completely silent. A moment later a Japanese rock song started playing. "In the name of the moon I'll punish you!" Hazel cried and a single leg emerged from behind the curtain wrapped in a knee high bright red boot. The years she'd spent in ballet and gymnastics had certainly paid off, she made it look effortless when she lifted her leg almost straight up and then came prancing out from the curtain. Hazel was wearing a sailor styled get up with a blue skirt that just covered her butt, a white blouse with a blue handkerchief tied around her neck like miniature cape. The knot was hidden beneath a big red bow with a red colored gem at its center. Hazel was wearing a pair of white gloves that came a few inches past her elbows and to top it off she was wearing a yellow wig. Not blond but sunburst yellow done in a pair of pig tails stopped just shy of her knees. Hazel strutted out to the pole at the center of the stage and struck a dramatic pose with her fingers in the shape of a 'V' in front of her face. "That means you evil doer!" Hazel spun on the tips of her toes and tossed a plastic crown out into the crowd where a man snatched it up and howled something lewd at Hazel. "Wow, she's good." Candi whispered. "And I see you agree." She pushed against Jake's hardening cock. "Yes she is." Jake replied. On stage Hazel marched to the edge of the stage and dropped to her knees shaking her breasts then leaning forward to retrieve a dollar bill with her teeth. Stepped off the stage and onto the table allowing two men to help her to the floor and tuck a few bills into the waist band of her skirt. "I fight for truth and justice!" She shouted strutting through the crowd pulling. Jake couldn't take his eyes away from his daughter. She looked like a hero as she marched around the room collecting money from the patrons. She came within a few feet of the table where Jake was sitting but thank fully she just kept strutting past finally returning to the stage. That time she went to the pole and jumped up to the top wrapping her legs around it and hanging upside down. She was still hanging, spinning around it slowly when she untied the handkerchief and tossed it to the crowd shortly followed by the blouse. When Hazel reached the ground she spun around and stood back up with her back to the crowd and slowly unzipped the skirt while rocking her hips to the music. Hazel kept her hips rocking as she inched the skirt all the way to the floor. She balanced easily on one foot while her skirt hung from the other foot stopping briefly over each of the men in the front row. Jake couldn't quite hear what was being said but he could see the increasingly large wads of cash being waved at his daughter. They were bidding on her skirt. The shouts grew louder and louder until finally Hazel chose a winner and dumped the skirt on his head before striding to the other side. This time she sat down on the edge of the stage and inched her blue with yellow moon print panties down and once again there were men bidding on his daughter's clothing. This time didn't last nearly as long as the bidding for her skirt had, even in the back Jake could clearly hear that his daughter's panties had gone for two hundred bucks. "Do you guys want to see how the princess of the moon vanquishes evil?" Hazel cried while strutting up and down the stage. The crowd roared in response. "I can't hear you! I asked you want to see me vanquish some evil!" The response was even louder this time. "Good. I'm gonna need a little help though, won't someone help me?" Now nude save for boots and gloves Hazel squatted, legs spread wide open. She brought one hand up to her face tugging at the corner of her mouth while the other stretched out pointing to the crowd. From there she sank to her knees leaning back until the back of her head nearly touched the stage before erecting herself again. Jake found himself nearly hypnotized by the way Hazel rolled her slim stomach like a belly dancer. It certainly wasn't the result of ballet or gymnastics. "You, you can help me!" The spot light raced across the crowd to another woman, she was dressed similarly to Hazel except her skirt was red, her boots were replaced with slutty heels and her hair was straight and black. "Help me with the crystal moon scepter!" The woman picked up what looked like a spear with a dildo on the end and approached the stage. "MOON SCEPTER POWER!" Both women shouted at once. Jake felt his breath catch in his lungs. The moon scepter lit up like an obscene Christmas Tree with lights in several colors and they looked to be rotating. Even in the back where Jake was seated he could hear it buzzing. "Oh wow, you're in for a treat mr. We don't normally let girls do stuff like this but Hazel wanted to do something special while she's in town." Candi whispered. She seemed every bit as enthralled with Hazel as everybody else in the club. The girl in the red skirt moved up behind Hazel who sank down onto all fours and let the other woman push the dildo into her from behind. Jake was fairly certain his daughter didn't actually see him through the crowd even though she was looking directly at him. He could see the expression on her face. Her eyes eventually screwed shut and her mouth feel open mewling obscenities while the other girl continued pumping the dildo into her. Jake watched his daughter come on stage while nearly one hundred people were staring at her. The show finally ended with both girls on stage licking the glowing rod. "Thank you all!" Hazel struck a final pose thrusting the dildo staff high into the air like a weapon then turned and strode off stage. Jake didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't really notice Candi slide out of his lap and return to her job waiting tables. He did notice that somehow his drink had emptied itself during his daughter's performance and a fresh one was waiting beside it. Jake didn't even touch the second drink. Before he did Hazel came out and started walking through the club offering lap dances. Jake left a twenty on the table, lowered his head and escaped from the club as quickly as he could manage. The drive home for Jake was something of a haze. He didn't really remember stopping by the supermarket for a bottle of Jack Daniels, he didn't remember getting home and turning on his Xbox. He was so focused on it that he didn't notice his daughter until she was right behind him. "Hey there Daddy, whatcha playin?" She leaned over the back of the couch gently pressing her lips to the side of his head. She smelled like strawberries and liquor. "Oh Just getting in a bit of Street Fighter." He used to play the game nearly nonstop when he was a kid, not he barely even recognized the characters but he kept picking up the newest copy regardless. "What about you, what were you up to?" "Oh me? Nothing particularly interesting. I just went out to the club, went dancing with a couple of friends. You know, girl stuff." "Did you have fun?" Jake asked. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that she was back in that sailor outfit the only difference being she had ditched the wig and gloves and her shirt actually covered her trimmed and toned tummy. It didn't really matter, Jake could easily imagine what lay just beneath. He still remembered how she moved like a serpent up on the stage. "Yeah, lots of fun." She replied. "Well Daddy I'm gonna go get some sleep. I'm gonna go to the beach tomorrow with the girls." "Okay." Jake took a moment to put the game on pause and watch Rena walk up the stairs with her perfectly formed ass peaking from beneath the sailor skirt. My Daughter the Dancer Ch. 04 "You know you're dad's a hottie right?" "Oh shut up!" Rena squealed into her phone. On the opposite end Lara giggled. "No really, he's got those big arms that every woman dreams of having wrapped around her. And he's got that smile and a tight cute butt!" "Seriously Lara shut up. That's my dad!" "I know who it is, why do you think we never use my pool. All I've got is a pervy little brother who likes to peek on me in the shower. You've got that delicious daddy who sometimes brings us drinks and snacks while we're in the pool. I just wish he looked at me the way he looks at you." Rena remained silent but she felt herself blushing. "Oh, so you have noticed how he looks at you. I guess it makes sense, you do you look a lot like your mom. I mean a lot, like she should totally come with us to the club sometimes. I bet she'd give up her day job after one night of seeing what people would pay a naught school teacher to strut around the stage." Rena could almost hear the smile through the telephone. Without really thinking about it she started bouncing a wooden ruler gently off her knuckles. "Yeah, well age has been extremely kind to my mother." "It's been kind to your parents. I like how you're being so quiet and pretending you don't notice your dad checking you out. I mean it wouldn't be so obvious if my feelings weren't hurt." "WHAT?" Rena gasped slamming the ruler down on her hand palm with a loud snap. "Nothing." "No not nothing, you tell me what you're talking about you little skank!" Rena shouted through the phone then immediately lowered her voice. "Tell me what you're talking about." "Why ya whisperin? Don't want Daddy to year us talking about how sexy he is or how he looks at his daughter?" Lara was practically singing now. "He's downstairs playing video games, he won't hear anything. He doesn't look at me, but I do want to know why you're jealous. I mean if you want my dad that bad I'll just call him." "Oh go ahead; I'll ride that man into the sunset. Wooo!" "Slut. Now why don't you tell me what you think you saw." "Oh I don't' think I saw, I know what I saw. You remember last week? That silver bikini I bought?" "The one with the butt floss?" Rena replied. "Yes the one with the butt floss." "What about it?" "Oh, well I didn't wear it for you silly. I was hoping your old man would finally notice that I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a grown ass woman, with a great ass." Rena rolled her eyes not that her friend could see the expression. "At first I thought he was just being polite when he wasn't looking at me. I tried everything. I mean I tried bending over in front of him, tried accidentally brushing up against him, I even tried the one thing no man has ever resisted. Ice Cream tits. I let that ice cream coat get nice and melty and then oops! It fell off the cone and between my tits, I fumbled it around for a moment smearing them and you know where you're dad's eyes were glued the entire time? On you lotioning up those legs of yours!" Rena could hear the pout in her friend's voice. "I would have been embarrassed except nobody saw me so it wasn't a big deal going to clean up real quick." "You're lying." Rena gasped. Of course she knew that she was the one who was lying to herself. She'd seen the way he looked at her ever since she'd come home. She'd been able to feel his eyes on her and she'd enjoyed it. "No I'm not, and you know it." "No you're lying, my dad doesn't think of me like that." Rena squeezed her thighs together tight. "I think you're the one who's lying. I think you like it. I think the reason you've been prancing around the house in those skirts and shorts all week is because you like the way he looks at you." Rena was pumping her legs back and forth trying, and failing to slake the fire between them. The only thing she accomplished was spreading a wetness. "C'mon, you can tell me. You like the way your daddy looks at you." "So what if I do?" Rena whispered. "What? I can't hear you." "What if I do?" Rena repeated a little louder this time. "What if I like the way my daddy looks at me." The words sounded so incredibly filthy coming out of her mouth. She actually felt her entire body warm as they passed her lips. "Then you're an even nastier slut than I am. Do you want to fuck him?" "NO!" Rena gasped. "You know that doesn't sound really convincing. You sure you don't want to fuck your daddy? You know you can tell me, you can tell me anything." Lara purred. "No I don't want to fuck my daddy." Rena felt her stomach twist with hunger at the idea of her father and sex. It was a depraved hunger, one she had to deny. He enjoyed looking at her, she'd made her peace with that, and she enjoyed being looked at by him but that was all it could ever be. She could never take it to the next level. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck him? I'd understand if you did. He is a sexy piece of beef cake. Maybe I should come over and see if I can't find away to take his mind off you." "Don't you dare he's mi-" Rena's eyes widened suddenly. "He's your what?" "Daddy." "I don't think that's what you were originally going to sa-ay!" Lara had always been like this. Rena had never figured it out but she always knew when Rena was lying to her or holding something back. It was often easier to lie to herself than it was to lie to Lara. "Fine. He's mine and you can't have him." "Who's he?" Rena dropped the ruler and scampered to the edge of her bed. She hadn't even noticed her father until he spoke. "He, uh he's nothing. Just talking to Lara. Ha ha." Rena hadn't really noticed how little her satin robe covered until she felt his eyes moving over her. "No big, can I help you with something Daddy?" "I know what you can help him with Rena. Ask him if he has a woody!" Had the phone always been on speaker? Hell was speaker ever that loud? "Quiet Lara, or do you want me telling your parents that you come over to my house so you can flaunt your body. Or that you smoke dope and drink and don't you strip at that one club? What's it called? The Kandy Kat?" Mr. Carson asked in a threatening tone. "Uh. . ." "Uh is right young lady. Now goodnight." "Yeah. . .goodnight. You won't tell my folks?" Lara asked sheepishly. "Goodnight." Jake Carson repeated and the phone clicked silent. Rena was silent. Her father knew about Lara and the club? Did he know she danced there as well? She strained to remember something Lara had said; something about thinking she'd seen a bright blue sports car at the club the other night. She'd described it as the kind of car that made a girl want to jump in and roll. It could have been her father's. He could have been at the club and seen her dance! "Now what were you two talking about?" The way Jake was looking at her, she knew he knew. "Nothing. We weren't talking about anything important." Rena was stammering trying to think of a believable lie but the only thing that was coming to mind was the truth. She wanted to mention that someone had seen his car at the strip club, that wouldn't mean that was in it. His car stood out, they could have been driving. . . crap. The Kandy Kat wasn't between anything and anything else; it has always puzzled Rena as a child because she'd thought it was a candy shot with the girls coming out dressed like M&Ms. There was no place she could have been driving that would have had her just casually driving past the club. Worst the parking lot was behind the building. "You know you're a really bad liar Rena, I could hear you guys through the door. So you think your old man is sexy?" Rena hadn't noticed before how ripped her father was, she certainly didn't remember him having a six pack. When had he taken his shirt off? Had he been wearing those silk boxers? Had there always been that bulge in the front of them? "If I say yes are you going to freak out?" Rena asked. She wasn't intentionally stretching her legs out and pushing her finely shaped bottom up into the air but she was intimately aware of how it must have looked from her father's perspective. She bit down on her bottom lip trying to look innocent as she waited for his answer. "Only if you freak out when I tell you I might have been looking at you." "Oh Daddy." Rena shivered. Rena could see the shame on her father's face and the effort he was making not to keep looking at her like that but he couldn't seem to help himself. What was even worse was she could feel his eyes like a pair of paintbrushes or feathers lightly grazing her skin. When they grazed over her toes they wriggled in response. Then they slipped over her calves they tightened, they beckoned her buttocks upward as she pretended to stretch. The now hot pinpricks paused on her bare shoulders. Her father only needed to use his eyes to turn her over onto her back, her hands moved as if on strings behind her head pushing her breasts up for his approval. Her Father made his approval obvious when he stayed focused on her smallish breasts for a moment before moving down to her stomach and paused. Rena didn't know when her robe had slipped open but it was and her father's gaze had stopped between her thighs staring straight at the narrow strip of blondish hair above her other wise smooth shaven pussy. "Do you like what you've been seeing?" Rena purred, she turned towards her father and spread her legs slowly. "Don't." Rena looked up matching her father's hungry gaze with her own ravenous stare. She'd was pretty certain she knew the international signs for stop and that wasn't it. "Why not, I think you're sexy you think I'm sexy." Rena could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. It was almost like she was disconnected watching herself say things she'd never have the actual courage to. "You're my daughter." "I know who I am, and I know who you are." Rena reached up and gripped his boxers and slowly inched them down. "Aren't you going to stop me Daddy?" When Jake didn't respond she kept lowering his boxers until his cock was finally freed from its silken confines and she gasped. The organ hanging from her father's waist was nearly as thick as her wrist and just a bit shy of being as long as her forearm. He wasn't even fully erect yet. Jake's massive cock strained beneath its own weight. "It's amazing." Rena's father was remained silent while she stared in absolute awe. "Can I suck it?" "Rena, baby." "Shhh." Rena leaned forward and kissed the head of Jake's cock then squealed when it lurched upward in response. The lewd serpent continued upward until it was pointed directly at her face bobbing threateningly. Rena's tongue slipped from her mouth to wet her lips and then she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in. She stayed like that for a moment swiping her tongue back and forth over his cock head. Rena took her time memorizing every bump, every vein and wrinkle. She wanted to remember this moment exactly when it was over. Rena brought both her hands up to cradle his scrotum. Cradling her father's enormous organ made Rena suddenly hyper aware of just how petite she was. His sack felt heavy and warm in her hands. She weighed them; one then the other then abandoned his cock to nuzzle them. She inhaled the distinctly masculine scent of her father's musk. "If you want me to stop you better do it now Daddy. I don't think I can stop." "Then I'll just have to stop you won't I?" Jake smiled down at his daughter and she shuddered. She knew that look; she'd gotten it from her boyfriend enough times to know they were already past the point of no return. "Stop me Daddy!" Rena gasped. Rena's gasp turned into a squeal when her dad reached down and picked her up and placed her across his lap. "Someone has been a very naughty girl." He lifted her robe up over her ass and then started running his hand up and down over her ass. Unlike her boyfriend who had soft hands her father's hands were rough and callused lightly scratching against her ass. "Very naughty. I think you need a spanking." Rena tried to wriggle and squirm away but her father held her in place with not obvious effort. She felt so small, so helpless, like an innocent about to be ravaged. Surely she couldn't be held responsible for anything that happened here. It was all his fault! Without another word Jake lifted his hand from Rena's rump and then came back down with a thunderous clap. "Ouch!" She squealed, her buttocks stung and her father reached back and swatted her several more times in rapid succession. "You're a bad girl for tempting me like this." He didn't sound angry to Rena. He sounded aroused. If she'd had any doubts about his feelings they would have been completely dispelled by the now angrily throbbing club pressed up against her belly. "You're a temptress! A hussy! A harlot! A Jezebel!" Each sentence was punctuated with an additional spanking and much to her surprise the hot sting of his palm on her ass made her wetter and wetter until she her greased thighs were gliding against each other. "Daddy!" "Look at you. You're like a bitch in heat." Her father growled. Rena had forgotten just how strong her father was but he pulled her arms up behind her back with ease holding her tiny wrists in one of his massive mitt like hands. The other pulled the belt from her robe and wrapped it tight around her wrists several times before tying it in place. "What are you doing Daddy?" Rena gasped. She'd already known she was powerless to stop her father's savage lust but being bound like a prisoner sent her heart into palpitations. That would be the end of the fight, anything her father wanted to do to her he'd do and she would have no choice but to endure it. She was helpless to stop the animal. Though the throbbing almost painful feeling between her hips made it questionable how much exactly she wanted to stop him. "I'm teaching you a lesson about why young ladies shouldn't prance around the house teasing men. Sooner or later we always lose control and take what we want. That's what makes us men." Rena's father easily hefted her off his lap and dumped her on the bed face buried in her lacey pillows and stuffed animals. He yanked one of them, a large pink stuffed unicorn he'd won for her a few years back at Magic Mountain and stuffed it under her hips. "Daddy?" Rena whispered struggling to look back at her father. She opened her mouth to speak again but instead of words a pleasured sigh erupted from her lips in response to her father's tongue sliding into her slit. She couldn't form words anymore, just sighs, squeals and screams. She'd never had a man who was so expert with his tongue, he was like an artist and every single stroke of his brush was made by a master and painted pleasure over the canvas of his daughter. Rena was just on the cusp of an orgasm when her father removed his tongue from her and instead brushed the tip of his cock against her clit. "Yes Daddy." She purred before he asked her. She pushed back toward him. He immediately reminded her just who was in charge when he pushed her arms up slightly driving her back into her pillows. "Maybe you don't deserve this." "Please don't deny me Daddy. I'll be good!" Rena couldn't believe she was pleading to be fucked. She'd never been this aroused in her entire life and to make things just a little worse it was her father! "Maybe." He teased for a moment then pushed his cock into her. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Rena shot up right in her twin bed gasping. She apparently been tossing and turning her sleep, her blanket was in a heap on the floor and the rest of the sheets were tangled around her legs. There was a huge embarrassing wet spot around her crotch. "Oh God." Rena whimpered in disbelief. "That was a rather intense dream." Rena muttered. And it was just getting to the good part goddammit! She already knew that going back to sleep wasn't an option and even if it had been there was no way she was going to get back into that right dream anyway. Rena sighed in frustration grabbed her bikini and a pair of shorts, peaked her head out of her room glancing around to make sure her father wasn't out and scampered quickly to the bathroom. As soon as the water was hot enough for her to get in Rena was leaned up against the cold tiles with her fingers pumping in and out of her slick cunt. She hoped her father was asleep, or down stairs or out of the house all together because despite her best efforts she cried out for him when she came.