The Outlaw and the Innkeeper s Daughter
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Holly Black was an only child and quite spoiled. Megan Black, her mother made sure that Holly wore the nicest clothes and was the best dressed in school. She had all the latest fashions. She also took her to a top stylist who maintained her hair.
It was very important to Megan that her daughter be popular. Megan was quite attractive and had many boyfriends in high school. She also had lots of girlfriends. Megan worked hard during high school and was able to get herself into a good college.
She was on summer vacation from college. Holly was very busy in the evening hours. She said she was out with friends. She never missed a night out.
George her father wondered where his daughter was. She was always in a hurry and not her friendly self as of late. Holly was the apple of George’s eye and wondered what his daughter was doing.
She seemed very secretive with whatever she was doing. One night, George left before Holly and parked down the street. He had every intention of following his daughter to see where she was going.
George patiently waited in his car waiting for his daughter to come. Like clockwork, Holly sped down the street. George let her have a lead and followed her two car lengths.
It seemed Holly was going into the city. George continued to follow her. He wondered where she was going. She wasn’t with a boyfriend like she said she was. George’s mind was all over the place. Where could she be going?
After a while, she pulled into a parking lot. George had to also park and follow her. George did bring a disguise with him. He put on a hat and dark glasses. It was all he had in his car.
He couldn’t believe that his daughter was going into a strip joint. It seemed an upscale one. He too went in. He sat at a table near the back and ordered a drink. It was an all-nude establishment. He didn’t see his daughter anywhere.
He continued to sip his drink and waited to see if she was a dancer. He couldn’t believe his beautiful daughter was in an establishment like this. First, she came from a good home. Her parents made a good living and didn’t understand why his daughter needed money. Why would she need to dance? Did she like to strip? He had no answers and continued to wait.
Time was moving very slowly. George now had several drinks. He even ordered some food. His daughter never danced, and he wondered where the hell she was. She didn’t leave and wasn’t anywhere in the room. He’d ask the bouncer if there was lap dances or other services that the women did.
George saw the bouncer and walked up to him nonchalantly.
‘Hey man! Does this place offer lap dances or any other services?”
“We do. What are you looking for?”
“What do you do?”
“We offer private dances. We also offer sex for payment. Are you interested in something?”
“I saw a beautiful woman walk in. She’s blond and very tall. She has quite a curvy body.”
“You mean Holly? Yea, she does all that. To have her that will cost you a grand. She’s worth it. She’s so fucking good at what she does. She’s a star here.”
George couldn’t believe his daughter was a tramp. Why would she be doing this?
“I’d like a private dance with Holly.”
George handed him his credit card and the bouncer rang the sale.
“I’ll have Mary take you to the VIP area. Holly will be inside shortly. Enjoy!”
George was horrified and had no idea what to expect. In a way, he wanted to drag his daughter out by her hair, but in another way, he wanted to see what the fuck she did every night. He wondered if she was a sexy kitten that loved sex. All he knew is she might be a nymphomaniac. He was really turned on by the thoughts running through his mind.
He’d just have his daughter give him the dance and he’d approach her at the house. If he was going to fuck his daughter, it wasn’t going to be where every Tom, Dick or Harry fucked her. He was going to lay her in her bed and show her how tender and loving sex with her father would be.
Luckily, his wife was on a business trip. He could have mind-blowing sex with his daughter. He couldn’t believe she was a professional. How could he have missed all the signs? She did have a lot of boyfriends in high school. She was the most popular girl. She was probably fucking all those boys.
Eventually, Holly came into the room. She wore a jeweled thong and high heels. She had on sparkly tassels that covered her nipples. She wiggled her ass and did a very sexy dance. She took off the tassels and her enormous breasts were in full view. She slid her hand down her thong and masturbated while she danced.
To say that George wasn’t turned on would be a lie. His pants were tented up while his sexy tramp of a daughter danced for him. She fucked herself with her fingers and at the end of her whorish dance, she let out a loud moan and squirted across the room. It was the sexiest thing that George had ever had the pleasure to watch.
His daughter didn’t recognize her father.
“If you want to have sex it would be another grand. Credit cards are fine.”
George was so horny and handed her his credit card. Holly took the card and ran it through the system. She hadn’t noticed that it was her father.
“Why don’t you undress! We can have sex right in your chair.”
George stood up and got undressed. He couldn’t believe he was going to have sex with his daughter. He had an enormous hard on and couldn’t wait to fuck his hot and whorish daughter.
George sat back down on the chair. Holly climbed onto his lap. She pushed his cock into her wet pussy and rocked back and forth. She put his hands on her melons and fucked him hard on the chair. They never kissed while she fucked him.
She knew how to fuck and moved her curvy body up and down over George’s hard dick. Her boobs were amazing! George squeezed them together while he sucked on her erect nipples.
Holly made all kinds of moaning noises while she rode George hard. She was screaming and when it was time for the finale, she got off and sat on a folding chair in front of George and masturbated until she had another huge squirt.
It was then when George removed his sunglasses and sat there looking at his daughter.
“Dad! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Fucking my hot daughter! That was incredible! I can see why you do this. I’ll pay you for a blow job. Suck my cock! Take another grand off. I want to see my slutty daughter drink my cum. Come on whore!”
Holly was stunned. But she liked the money. She knelt in front of her father and jacked him off. She moved his hands up and down his thick shaft. When he was hard, she opened her mouth and accepted his big dick down her throat.
She used her hands at the base of his cock. She stroked him up and down while she made the usual sucking noises while she gave him head. He held her head down so she’d accept more of his cock.
“Suck it, baby! I’m going to come. You’re going to drink my hot spunk!”
George moaned and blew a load down his daughter’s throat. SheTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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Hannah was on her knees underneath a large desk and sucking an Outlaw’s large, smelly penis. Her hands were still tied behind her back and she was completely naked except for the black stripper heels on her feet. The Asian was crying softly as she serviced the biker’s disgusting cock while he did some sort of work on a computer. She’d been blowing the hairy man for more than ten minutes and he still did not appear close to cumming. Hannah was just grateful to be back in the lounge and...
Hannah did not come close to making her $3000 quota. By the time she got back out to the bar, it was past midnight and more than half of the patrons she’d seen when Wayne and Carl had bought her were long gone. Moreover, after the horrendous nightmare the two men had put her through, she had little strength or willpower to continue her duties as a whore. The Asian was almost like a zombie as she transported various johns back and forth from her room. The only times she showed any kind...
Just as Hannah thought, the bikers headed straight back to the bar. They’d been gone for only about an hour, but when they entered the parking lot Hannah noticed that there were at least 10 more motorcycles sitting there. Her heart was pounding in terror as she was hauled back into the large tavern, with the other Outlaws right behind her. There were several bikers hanging out in the lounge and drinking beers, but as soon as they saw Hannah they got up and followed her into the...
The story continues from two different points of view. Didi carries on his narrative, but we also hear from Gerald. DIDI: You probably won't be surprised to learn that I haven't worn trousers in the office for a few weeks now. In fact, I spend much of my time in girl mode. The rest of the time (that is, when I'm with Alice) she keeps me aware that I'm not a girl, but that I'm her sissy boyfriend wearing girls' clothes. She often wears trousers when we go out and she likes to look...
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It was a beautiful sunny summer morning and I got up early, even though it was a Sunday. I spent about 15 minutes (as I did every morning) with a pair of tweezers, searching for and removing pubic hairs that had started to emerge since the previous day's plucking. Even though I'd been doing this for a few years, there were still about 20 hairs to remove each day. While my bath was running, I shaved my face and my underarms. Then, in the bath, I used the razor to shave my bottom and the...
The Whist DriveBy DummersPrologueMrs Diana Fortescue-Slagg was very pleased. She was chairing the Annual General Meeting of the Middle England Whist Club, and there had been a highly satisfactory agenda item. It was the Treasurer’s Report.The Treasurer, Marjorie Snatch, wasn’t a very exciting speaker. (She was a Chartered Accountant, you see.) And the Whist Club was skint. But Marjorie was a great planner and forecaster. Which is a kind of ‘creative accounting’ term for fantasist. And...