THE BOSSES CELEBRATION

THE BOSSES CELEBRATION

Daddy was still wearing the blindfold, so he didn’t know which one of the “full service” strippers

 that his boss had hired, was freeing his cock from his pants. He was about to though…

I’d wanted this for a long time, and I had every intention of taking off that blindfold right after I’d 

guided the head of his cock into the warm wet folds of my waiting cunt; and right before I rolled 

my hips down, and slid Daddy’s dick up into me. I wanted him to be caught between moaning at 

how incredible my pussy felt, teasing the head of his dick, and realizing that it was his own 

big-titted daughter straddling his lap, just before I thrust down and made him scream with 

pleasure, at the feeling of his dick slipping up inside of me. 

My only regret was that Dad’s first time with me was going to be so... crowded. His cheap-ass 

boss hadn’t gotten enough girls for the party, and his very impatient underlings were already tired 

of waiting their turns. So instead of getting to take control, and have a one-on-one session with 

my Dad that would make him masturbate to the memory of it for the rest of his life, as I’d hoped; 

it instead was going to be a very rude introduction to my life as a full-service-stripper. Or, to put it 

another way, a whore.

Not long after I’d taken the blindfold off and gotten to watch Daddy’s face go through a variety of 

confused, orgasmic, frightened, and thrilled expressions; his coworkers were already adding 

their weight to the bed. Just in case I let any wrong words slip, I had the idea to ask, loudly, if 

Daddy wanted me to, “play his daughter”. Bunch of middle age men hire a bunch of college girls 

to fuck, and I assure you, a daddy daughter fantasy was actually more common than anything 

else we did.

Dad caught on to what I was doing and nodded. To be fair, he couldn’t do much else. His big dick 

was buried in his sweet daughter’s tight little cunt, and his friend from work had laughed at my 

suggestion, and was already calling himself my Uncle as he worked his own dick into my ass. 

Then, right when Daddy was probably reeling from going from, not knowing I stripped, to feeling 

me riding him, to DPing me with a friend; it got even crazier!

Another guy appeared in front of me, waggling his dick in my face, and introduced himself as my 

Daddy’s underling. He apparently thought that, “my little game”, was a fantastic opportunity. He 

was going to get to “pretend” to face-fuck his bosses daughter, while actually making his boss 

watch. Good fun right? Poor Daddy.

Don’t feel too bad for him though, I’m damn good at my job; and I made sure those boys felt 

REAL good before it was all said and done. Dad may have had to watch his Daughter’s pretty 

face get stretched from the inside, as she moaned around a mouthful of his underlings dick; but I 

worked all three cocks like the professional I was. Daddy may have had to watch his Angel’s 

cheek get pushed, and her throat stuffed, and bulged out with intern dick, but not one of the three 

of them ever stopped telling me how good I felt. 

Even after all three had finished, the party wasn’t over, and I was booked until morning. So I 

made “playing his daughter” an all night thing. In between drinks, snacks, and dancing; I hung off 

Daddy’s arm. Over the course of the night, I made Daddy cum another 2 times. 

Of course... I was working. So, while I was doing that, a long line of “uncles”, work-friends, idiot 

interns, and underlings also wanted a turn.

Still though. Even though it may have been a rather crude introduction to me as an adult with an 

adult job, I think it all worked out. As my Daddy was cumming down my throat, just before dawn, 

while I was getting gangbanged with my face in his lap; I looked up into his eyes. And as he 

gripped my hair and screamed, “Oh Fuck! I’m gonna cum again Angel!”; I knew he was having a 

good time.

As for our relationship after that... Well. When Mom went over to a friends house early that 

Saturday morning, Daddy woke up to me straddling his lap, wearing the same outfit from that 

night. And judging by the way he bent me over, shoved me up against the back-yard-facing 

window, and fucked me like the whore I was; I’d say he’s adapting pretty well!