Daddy-Daughter Nightclub Page 2

By Leslie Schmidt

She looked surprised, then a little embarrassed.

"That was the note I gave the waitress."

At almost the same time, Martha, still as naked except for the boots, came up. "Do you really want to dance for us?"

Julia looked scared, "Well, ahh...."

"You'll be great," Don said.

Julia looked around, then said, "Ok."

"Come with me, I'll tell you all you have to do." The naked teen led the ten year old off, holding her hand. They disappeared behind a curtain at stage right. Don finished his scotch and water and surveyed the others. Every girl who had danced was still naked-it seemed to be the custom. The Hispanic girl was sitting in the corner and looked to be astride her father's lap, slowly raising and lowering. Obviously her show on stage had only been a warm up for her daddy. Heather was also sitting on her daddy's lap, but she was sideways and talking to the girl at the next table. Don wondered if he'd get to see that lovely black child naked before the night was out.

The lights dimmed again and the voices of the audience died down. Don found that his drink had been replaced.

"Ok daddies and daughters, now we have a treat. Ten year old Julia is a newbie, but that isn't stopping her from dancing. Come on out here Julia."

Don's stomach was tied in a knot as he watched his daughter, still dressed as she was, come out on stage.

"Now, Julia, your 10, right?"

"Yes sir."

"That means you're in the fourth grade, huh? Where do you go to school?"

"Mc Campbell."

"Oh, cool. The principal there is Mr. Alverez, right?"

"Yes."

"He comes here with his daughter, Casy."

"I know Casy!"

"She dances every time she comes," he paused. "Who's class are you in?"

"Mrs. Robins."

"Do you like school?"

"Well...." She looked around, trying to see the audience, "It's alright."

"I understand that you already know how to dance, you're in lessons, right?"

"Yes, at Cinderella School of Dance."

"What do you do there?"

"Tap and Jazz." The conversation was calming the nervous preteen.

"And you just had a recital."

"Yes, we did 'Girl's Just Wan'a Have Fun."

"Well, dear, we have that for you. So all you have to do is remember the dance. Do you think that will be good?"

"Yeah!" the girl brightened up.

"Except, dear, this time, ya know, there's a difference." He lowered his voice, leaning down and closer to her so they both could speak into the microphone at the same time.

"Yeah..."

"At the recital you were dressed differently, right?"

"Yeah, I had a red leotard."

"Well, this time, you're going to not have anything, right?"

Julia looked around nervously.

"This time, you're going to take your clothes off, right?"

"Yeah..." she kind of nervously giggled.

"You're going to take all of them off, right?" Julia giggled nervously. "Cause that's what we're about tonight, that's what your daddy and all the people here want, Ok?"

"I guess so." She sort of rocked back and forth, hugging her chest.

"Are you ready, dear?"

Julia looked around nervously, then she saw her father sitting at the end of the runway. He was smiling at her, then blew her a kiss and mouthed 'I love you.'

"Ah huh, I guess so."

"Ok dear, the stage is yours. I'm sure we'll all love your show." He stepped off the stage, leaving the child alone. The music started.

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"I come home in the morning light

My mother says 'when you gonna live your life right?'"

She fell right into the dance, the steps seemed to come naturally. First, she sashayed across the stage, hips swinging, hands on hips. Then she turned and marched out the runway, her hands behind her head, her head turned to the side, looking down.

"Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

And girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun"

At the end of the runway she looked down and saw Don smiling up at her. She looked around and saw all the faces of the audience, the men with enthralled expressions, admiring her and urging her on. The girls, dancing in their seats, smiling, wishing they were her, encouraging her on.

"The phone rings in the middle of the night,

My father yells 'what you gonna do with your life?'

Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

But girls they want to have fun.

Oh girls just want to have fun"

She started backwards, following her steps back, leaning forward and swaying with the song. She let the loose shoulder straps of the dress come over her arms. She worked her shoulders to help them and, when she straightened up, the front of the formal gown fell down, uncovering her front to below her navel.

A dozen men inhaled sharply at the sight of her smooth white skin, small pink nipples just beginning to stand out above a smooth flesh plain. Her small shoulders, well defined muscles and thin arms, her collar bones were sharp ridges below her throat. The ripples of her ribs extended across her chest, the triangle of her ribcage clearly ended at her sternum. Parallel ridges extended down her abdomen and were lost in her smooth belly below her oval navel.

She turned around and pointed her butt at the onlookers, swinging it back in their faces, then slowly pulled the dress down, uncovering the white twin orbs and smooth thighs. She stepped out of the dress, still in her heals.

"That's all they really want, some fun.

When the working day is done

Girls-- they want to have fun

Oh girls just want to have fun"

Again, she danced out the runway, just the small triangle of black satin covering her most private, and most desired, part.

Don was mesmerized. He had seen his little girl naked countless times, from the first time he changed her diaper to just two evenings ago when he sat and talked about school while she was in the tub. But, this was new. He many times had dreamed about her as a lover, even relieved himself with images of her in his mind, but here, she was transformed. No longer was she an innocent little fourth grader, his little girl, now she was the focus of his desire.

She stood in front of him, they were the only two in the room. Julia could see that she had her daddy totally, she was amused and a little awed that she was in control. She stood over him, her legs straight. His look was of complete attention, she knew he would do anything just for her, just for her to loose a scrap of fabric.

She moved her hips from side to side and hooked her thumbs through the strings over her hips, then, slowly, started to push them down.

"Some boys take a beautiful girl,

And hide her away from the rest of the world.

I want to be the one to walk in the sun.

Oh girls they want to have fun,

Oh girls just want to have"

She, fraction by fraction of an inch, pushed the thong down. First just slipping the waist band down a little. Then, at the very top of her slit, it hung as the sides moved down, below her hips, the string up her ass crack not wanting to slip free. She pushed down more, moving her hands in toward the middle, and the fabric slipped again.

The friction gave way and the black fabric slid down uncovering her preteen sex. There was a release of tension throughout the room. The men were elated at the realization of their desire, the girls relieved that there was no embarrassment, no reason to feel uncomfortable or sorry for the new member of their "club."

Julia leaned forward and pulled the panties down, then stepped one foot out of them and straightened up. She kicked the garment, hitting her daddy squarely in the face, it momentarily hung on his nose before following into his lap.

"That's all they really want, Some fun.

When the working day is done Girls--they want to have fun"

Julia remembered her dance and went back down the runway, feeling totally free. She felt she was flying in her dance. Never had she danced so well or enjoyed it so much. Every move was second nature, she didn't have to think, she just moved along, her body remembering the steps, her arms remembering the poses.

The audience was totally rapt. There was always a tension, an anxiety of anticipation the first time a newbie dances. Some girls had run off the stage, some girls went ahead but, obviously, didn't feel comfortable. But, that was not the case with Julia. She was having the time of her life. The feeling of all the eyes, surveying her uncovered chest, she could feel them rubbing against her butt, she felt them penetrating her smoothly rounded pussy lips. She saw the beads of sweat on the men's foreheads, a couple moved their tongue over their lips. The girls had looks of admiration as they compared there own image to this new child on stage. Some felt lacking, most felt happy that another could share in their own enjoyment of themselves, only a few were selfish enough to think they were better.

"Oh girls just want to have fun,

They want to have fun, They want to have fun..."

Too soon, the music faded and she ran out of steps. The room erupted into applause. She came back into the world, saw the happy faces of all those people. She felt great, appreciated, even loved as she walked halfway out the runway and picked up her discarded dress, then she went to the stairs and met the MC.

"Julia, that was a wonderful dance!"

She really didn't have anything to say but, "Thank you."

"Let's give this wonderful girl a big applause!"

Again, the clapping reached another crescendo as she went back to the table and met her father. She draped the dress over an empty chair, then sat down on her daddy's lap.

Don wrapped his arms around his naked daughter and felt the smooth, soft skin. What before had been a tightness now broke free in a rush. He felt his member stiffen along his leg and push up against his daughter. For a moment he was embarrassed, wondering if she felt it and if he should do anything. But then he thought, 'What the hell?' and gave in to his feelings.

Julia felt giddy and happy. Her daddy's arms around her were reassuring and loving. But then she became aware that his hands were on her flesh, one on her ribs and the other on her thigh. This stopped her and she became acutely aware of him. The feeling of his hard chest and stomach through his shirt against her back. Then, with a shock, she realized what the hard ridge on his thigh, pushing against the back of hers, and her butt, was. For a moment she wanted to lift up but, then, something else took over. She was amused, and she wanted to feel it more, she wanted to feel it against her skin, she wanted to see it, feel it with her fingers.... She felt another thing, both a familiar and a strange slickness in her crotch.

The MC had been called away from the stage steps. There was a lull in the noise. Then he walked back, through the crowd, leading Heather by the hand around the tables and back into the light.

"Ok, ladies and gentlemen, well, now, I guess we're going to have something really special for you." He paused and bent down to the naked nine year old. "Heather, you told me you had something very special to tell us. What did you till tell me?"

He held the mic down to the girl and she said something that was not picked up correctly.

"You have to say it louder, honey." He held the mic to the little girl again.

"I want to fuck my daddy!" Her voice boomed over the room.

"Allllright!" the MC said. "You've never fucked your daddy before."

"No."

"Have you fucked anyone before?"

"No I HAVEN'T!"

"And you want us all to watch you fuck your daddy tonight?"

"Yes!"

The MC looked up, across the room to where the judge was sitting. "Well Judge, what do you think?"

The grey haired man picked up his cowboy hat from the table and put it on his head, then he gave a slow nod.

"Well, come on up here, Judge," the MC called as he turned to the little girl and lifted her up, sitting her on the stage.

Once the judge had joined them, the MC started again. "Now, Heather, you say you've never fucked before."

"Uh hu."

"Judge, do you know if she's ever fucked before?"

"Not that I know of," he replied.

Turning to Heather, the MC said, "Julia, you know we have to check?"

"o----k" Her voice was small.

"Now you just lay back and lift your knees up," the MC said as he gently lay the child back. She, quite naturally, put her heels on the very edge of the stage, fully exposing her hairless beaver.

The MC leaned down and, with his free hand, spread her little girl cunt lips. "I definitely see a cherry in there," he said. "Judge, look here and confirm your little girl's cherry."

The judge leaned down, then had to take his hat off because it was blocking the spot light, and inspected his nine year old daughters sex.

"Yep, she's a virgin," he said.

The two men straightened up.

"And your little girl wants you to bust that tonight, right here."

"Well, Doc, I'm ready if she is."

The MC pulled the child back up sitting. "Are you ready to have your father break your cherry?"

"YESSS!"

The room burst into applause.

"Well, alright then, lets do it!" the MC yelled.

As people clapped and the Judge and Heather walked to the stairs, then up on stage, two of the waitresses, one of them Martha, carried a softly upholstered chair out the runway, placing it near the end. Heather and her father walked up to the chair. The judge said something to his daughter, then sat down in the chair. Again he said something to Heather that the audience couldn't hear. The little girl leaned down in front of him and started tugging on one of his boots. A few people laughed as the child tugged, working her daddy's boots off.

After she had them off, he stood up, then unbuttoned his shirt, let it fall to the floor, he placed his hat on top of it, then stood in front of his daughter. She looked up at him, an apprehensive look on her face, as he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her down into the chair. Next he sank down onto his knees and, gently, inserted his hands between hers, pushing them slowly apart. The spreading of her legs caused her to slide down slightly in the chair, her hands on the arms. Next, he pulled her by the knees, sliding her further down and spreading her legs even wider.

For Don, the scene was intoxicating. He knew what was happening, he knew that the Judge was getting his little girl positioned for him to go down on her. However, Julia knew nothing of this. She watched as the Judge leaned down and kissed Heather, and she giggled when he leaned further down and kissed her nipples, but it was a complete shock when he bent further down and ran his tongue along the nine year olds slit. Heather writhed with pleasure, her hands squeezing the arm rests of the chair, her hips pushing slightly up into her father's face. She was both surprised and, in a strange way, allured. The idea of having someone lick you like that had never occurred to her but she could also imagine how wonderful it would feel.

Heather was being elevated to a different world. She had seen pictures, and even one movie, of men and women doing this (she had watched through the railing of the stairway when her father thought she was asleep) but had never dreamed it would feel so good. A few times, here at the club, and once at home watching TV, her daddy had put his hand down there and rubbed her until she shuddered and shook with the little explosions in her tummy, but this was on a plain above and she was beyond control as she was rocked by her daddy's tongue to an exquisite orgasm.

The Judge had dreamed of this time often, imagining the feel and taste of his daughters cunt. Many times he had pumped wasted sperm into the sheets of his bed, dreaming of bringing his darling Heather off in a screaming climax. What he had not imagined was the venue-on stage with dozens of strangers and acquaintances watching. It was all too much, too much. But, being in front of all these friends made it even more exciting. He wanted to show off, he wanted the feeling of power to know that a dozen other men wished they were him. (He also knew that he was cementing himself in a very exclusive club of the richest and most influential men in the state. He would have no trouble raising campaign funds and would be part of the real elite power mongers. It struck him as strange how this mutual arrangement would guarantee him a seat on the State Supreme Court-all because he would be his daughter's first fuck).

Julia was mesmerized as she watched her little friend being rocked by a long rolling orgasm. Then she felt her father's hand moving up her inner thigh. She knew she had to feel his fingers against her. She unconsciously spread her knees slightly and almost exploded when she felt his finger push between her lips and touch her itching bump.

A different person had taken over Don. He was on automatic pilot, aware of his hand moving along the soft flesh of his daughter's inner thigh, and not able to do anything to stop it. Then he settled into the preteen's soft cunt, feeling the smooth lips, the lovely crease between. He moved his index finger along the slit and it parted, a moist slickness between, and then he felt the firm baby pea of her clit. Julia slid down further, spreading her legs more for her father. As she moved, she felt the hard ridge of his cock pushing up through his pants against her butt.

She reached up over her shoulder with one of her hands and felt the side of his face. She gently pulled it forward, feeling his cheek against her hair and ear, then her cheek. She put her other hand on his, encouraging and guiding him as he stroked her pussy.

Don looked down along his daughter's body. Her nipples were pushed up, little bumps above the light flesh. He could see the top of her pussy, just the start of the small peaks which were her pussy lips. He could see his hand, his middle finger extended, parting the lips and rubbing her most private parts. He felt the opening of her vagina with the end of his finger and gently pushed inside the hot moistness.

On stage, the Judge had brought Heather off to three crashing orgasms. As he had watched his third grade daughter rocking, he had undone his pants and pushed them down to his bent knees. His penis stood out, fully hard. It wasn't too big, maybe six inches long and it bent up in an arc to a flattened stirrup head. He stroked it a couple of times as his little girl humped into his face.

After she had calmed down, the Judge rocked back on his heals. Heather was sprawled out on the chair, panting and completely open. He struggled to his feet, standing over his child, his cock making a shadow across her. Heather opened her eyes and saw her daddy, standing above her, his erection pointing out over her. She reached up and wrapped her little hand around his cock. The Judge reached down and, taking her shoulder, pulled her back up, sitting. Now she was looking straight at his member. Almost instinctively, but also because of the pictures and movie she had seen, she knew what was needed. She leaned forward and was pleased with the soft musky smoothness of her fathers cock in her mouth. It seemed to fit perfectly, she didn't need to strain her jaw, the head nestled perfectly into the back of her throat.

She sucked him in and out in short strokes, feeling him grow even bigger as he started to hump into her face.

Don moved his finger from side to side, working between the soft lips into the moistness of his daughter's pussy. The inner lips parted and he pushed into the preteen vagina, burying into the first knuckle until he felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead.

Julia came again with the feeling of her daddy's finger inside her, even with the little pain of him pushing against her cherry. She was acutely aware of his cock against her and wanted to feel it, just as her friend Heather was feeling her daddy's cock in her mouth.

The judge pulled back. He was supposed to deflower his daughter, not fill here mouth with sperm. Heather looked up at her dad, wondering what was next. The audience couldn't hear what he said, but they saw the incredulous look on her face. He asked again and she looked straight at the penis in her hand. Then, with a smile she sucked at her lips, then spat on the head.

He said something again, and, again, she worked up the saliva and spat on her father's dick head. He knelt back down, pushing her back into the seat. Now, with his thumbs, he pulled her little girl pussy lips apart, opening the white outer lips, parting the pink inner ones to reveal the dark opening of her sex. He leaned down and let a big dollop of his own spit string out of his mouth, landing precisely on her inner pussy lips.

Next he straightened up and, using his thumbs, he spread the preteen pussy lips apart, then, working his hips, placed the head of his cock exactly against the opening to Heather's sex.

She looked up at her daddy with an expression of desire and fear when she felt his head against her. The Judge looked down, admiring the sight of his cock against a perfectly clean and hairless cunt. He moved his cockhead up and down, working slightly into his daughter. Heather felt a sharp pain as he stretched her cunt. She squeezed the arms of the chair more tightly and closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was to come.

The Judge pushed slightly and Heather pulled away a little, avoiding the pain of his cock pushing into her immature sex. He wrapped his hands around the child's hips, holding her, then pushed harder. Heather arched her back and squeezed her eyes closed as he pushed into her, straining her cherry. Then he pulled back slightly and, taking a firm grasp of the nine year olds hips, pushed again.

A high whimper escaped Heather as the audience saw her father's hips settle forward four inches. A sharp pain shook the child as her hymen was ruptured and her father's cock pushed deep inside her. The Judge held her hips firmly, keeping his cock buried inside his daughter as she moved to pull away from the pain. He couldn't believe the sight of his cock spreading the preteen pussy lips, over half of it disappearing inside the nine year old.

She calmed down as the pain passed, when he pulled back he could see his dick was stained red with his child's virgin blood. He pushed in again, now aware of the incredible tightness of the preteen cunt.

This time it did not hurt as much and, by his fourth stroke, the pleasure of feeling her daddy sliding in and out of her surpassed the sting of having her cherry popped.

He released her hips and put his hands on the child's shoulders as he started a regular pumping. Heather looked up at her father, moving with him. She grasped his upper arms as she watched him, feeling his manhood sliding in and out of her. Her orgasm started to build rapidly.

Julia wanted desperately to feel something up inside her. She guided her daddy's hand and finger, pushing it deeper and not letting it come out. Don didn't want to deflower his daughter, but, at her insistence, he pushed his finger deeper, stretching the membrane without breaking it, and pushing at least three inches inside his daughter.

As Heather's orgasm built, so did Julia's. Heather could feel only her daddy, sliding in and out of her. Julia was acutely aware of the new feelings her daddy was bringing to her. Don was blown away by the feeling of his daughter's smoothness while the Judge was about to loose control.

He was now doing a regular pistoning, pushing in and out of the child, the audience getting more and more tense with the coming orgasm. Heather was rocking with her father, accepting his dick deep inside her, the pressure and tingling building.

Watching his dick slide in an out of a tight, hairless cut was over powering the usually stayed Judge and, as he watched Heather nearing the top of her climb, he gave himself up to the feelings. Heather arched her back and writhed as her pussy shivered around her sires cock. With explosive force, the Judge blew sperm into his daughter, filling her cunt, more finding its way through into her preteen womb.

Heather felt the sudden hot flood deep inside her tiny snatch. Her father was filling her with his loving sperm and the idea totally overwhelmed the child and she was convulsed by the explosion within.

At the same moment, Julia was rocked by her own orgasm. She hugged her father's arm tight against her as she shivered with her father's finger. Don was awed by the force of his little girl's orgasm. He could barely hold her as she writhed and shuddered, groaning loudly at the same time that Heather, on stage, was being filled with her daddy's sperm.

They all relaxed and calmed down. The judge rocked back on his heels, his blood stained prick still bouncing as the last drops of semen oozed out. Heather sank into the chair, her virginity gone, a new life of pleasure opened up. Julia relaxed against her daddy, his finger still inside her, and wondered about the hard member she felt against her butt.

Julia and Don were lost in their own rivalry, too occupied to follow the actions on stage. Don brought his little girl off twice more as the MC and Judge helped the ravished third grader off stage, her legs unsteady, her senses jangled. Then, as Julia stood up and faced her dad, pulling on his belt and fly, the MC introduced the ten year old Japanese twins and they started their dance to a slow tune. As Julia sat down again, facing the stage, pulling her father's enraged cock up against her smooth slit, the girls on stage danced with each other, kissing and caressing, and slowly pulled their sister's red formal down, then the blue thongs.

Julia was holding her dad's cock tight against her slit, straddling his hips, her feet on the floor, lifting up, then sinking down. Don had never dreamed of any sensation like what he was experiencing. The softness of his daughters hands and belly, the hot, wet smoothness of her little girl cunt, the feeling of her laying back against his chest while still lifting and falling, lifting and falling.

One of the oriental beauties on stage was nestled between the other's knees, her sister on her back, knees up, humping into the other's face. Julia came at the same time that the child on stage did, they both let out high moans as the pleasure spread through them.

Don was thinking about the feelings his daughter was providing. The warm smoothness of her cunt and belly, her little hands holding him there. He was also rubbing his fingertips back and forth across Julia's just developing tits, feeling the hard nub of her nipples with the pad of his fingers.

The children on stage had shifted. Now the child who had brought her sister off had shuffled forward and was sitting on her sibling's face. She ground her pussy into her sister, her hands on the floor over her sister's head. Because of their placement, Don and Julia could see the one's tongue pushing deep into the other's slit

Julia was becoming more excited. She was lifting faster, pushing her father's cock harder against her sex. The child on stage was humping back and forth against her sister's face. Both of the children's nipples stood out, the one on the bottom was vigorously fingering herself.

As the tenth or twentieth orgasm of the evening built in Julia's belly, she lifted just a little too far, pushed against her daddy's dick just a little too hard and, as she dropped down on top of him, his cock blasted into her pussy, tearing through her cherry, and sunk deep inside her, up against the opening of her womb.

The child gasped with the unexpected pain and tried to lift up but Don had his hands on her hips and held her firmly, holding her with his dick buried deep. Neither of them had expected this. Don was shocked that he had just deflowered his little girl and Julia was equally amazed that her father was deep inside her and she was really "doing it."

After a moment, the pain started to pass and, with the guidance of her father, Julia started to rise and lower on his cock. The feeling of him sliding inside her was wonderful, the pain decreasing and being forgotten. As the child started to fuck in earnest, Don started to reciprocate, humping slowly up as Julia came down.

Soon they were building to a crashing climax as the girls on stage did the same, now in a ten year old sixty-nine. Don, not far from cumming when he entered his child, was feeling the pressure in his nuts, he was about to loose control as Julia shook and cried with orgasm. He started pumping his sperm into his daughter, shot after shot filling the little girl cunt. Julia rocked with the fullness of her father's jez being pumped inside her.

As their ardor sank, Julia leaned back against her dad, his cock still deep inside her. They were both panting, overcome by the intensity of their love making.

Not a few of the couples at other tables had noticed and watched as Don took his little girl's virginity. They nodded and smiled, a couple of girls whispering to their daddies that they wanted to go home and do the same, a couple of the men introducing their youngsters to the feelings of having their sex rubbed. The youngest girl there, a little slip of a six year old, for the first time tasted her daddy's sperm as he emptied his sack into her face.

Later, after a trip to the bathrooms to clean up and get dressed, Julia and her dad drove home in silence, her cuddled up to his side in the car. They slept together that night, and the night after that. Then, three day's later, after the soreness had healed, Don made love to his ten year old goddess again, this time in his bed, the lights dimmed. For the next eight years they shared his bed, passionately making love almost every night, until, as Julia looked foreword to a new life, they slowed. They had been members of the Daddy-Daughter's Nightclub for only three more years for, under house rules, once a girl becomes a woman they must go through a different door in the hallway, one for young women and their fathers.

Then, one day, Don helped his daughter move into the dorms at a state university many miles away. As he drove home he was both sad that his lover had grown up and happy to have shared such a special time with her.

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