I've never had a better piece of ass than my 18 year old daughter Becca. Firm body, a set of d-cups to die for, a nice tight pussy and an oh so delicious ass. Just thinking about her makes my cock jump. I knew that if I could get her to agree to let my friends in on a little action that we could make a nice buck. It didn't take much to get her to agree. She's like a cat in perpetual heat. If my cock isn't in her pussy either her fingers or her toys are.
After I got her to agree to 'service' some of my friend's, I took two weeks to fuck the shit out of her and teach her everything that she needed to know about pleasing a real man. I've never enjoyed teaching as much. I finally felt she was ready to go into business. My pal, Steve had drooled over my baby girl on more than one occasion when he'd stop by the house to drop off papers or when she would turn up in my office so I figured I'd start there. When I first approached him on it he was flabbergasted, especially when I told him that I could vouch for her 'expertise'. I think that kind of turned him on, I swear his pants bulged, he swallowed hard and agreed right then and there, and for a mighty nice price too.
The night had finally came and I met Steve at the door. He looked a little nervous as he entered the house so I offered him a beer. "Becca will be ready in a minute, relax, I think you're really going to enjoy yourself. She's quite the little pleaser." I winked.
"OK, I'm dying to know how you ended bedding your own daughter." The beer was relaxing him.
I told him of how I caught her working at the strip club and decided if she was going to be anyone's slut, she was going to be mine. He nodded and smiled as he envisioned it in his head.
"And she's really that good?"
"Oh, hell yes, and don't think I haven't been riding that pussy hard teaching her what she didn't know. Amazing thing is, even though I've been fucking that cunt every night for three weeks now, she's still as tight as a virgin. The girl must exercise those pussy muscles a lot!" I laughed.
"Daddy?" The young feminine voice glided down the stairs.
"Yes darlin'?"
"I'm all set. Is Steve here?"
"Yes, baby."
"Bring him up."
I led Steve up the stairs and to my bedroom where we agreed all the action would take place. There was plenty of space and a king size bed. I stopped him outside the door. "Now, remember, all things are kept between us. I don't want to hear any 'locker room talk'. There are plenty of toys and accessories you can use. As long as Becca is okay with whatever you are doing it's fair game, but if she doesn't like something, though I can't image that, you back off. You'll get your money's worth, just remember, though she may be a little slut, she's my little slut. Agreed?"
"Oh yeah." He was ready. Just the anticipation of what was behind that door had him getting hard.
Turning the knob I pushed the door open for him and stood back. Becca was laying on the bed, propped against the headboard in a very clichéd schoolgirl uniform, minus the bra and panties. Her hair was pulled into two very childish looking pigtails. Long white socks came up almost to her knees and black shoes shined from her feet. She chewed a nail and looked just like a nervous schoolgirl. My baby should win an Oscar. Even though I'd been fucking her at will for weeks, it still made me hard seeing her posed like that. Her knees opened and closed to allow peeks of her smoothly shaved pussy.
As we walked farther into the room she pushed herself up onto her knees in a very slow choreographed move and almost purred as she spoke to Steve. "Principle Steve, my teacher said I was a bad girl and sent me to see you." One of Steve's fantasies was a schoolgirl/teacher thing. We had discussed three or four and let Becca pick the one she was most comfortable with.
I watched as Steve mentally relaxed into the role. "Oh really, little Becca? And just what were you doing that made your teacher send you to me?"
Becca sat back on the bed, her legs stretched in front of her. Her skirt pulled up revealing nicely her young slit. "I dunno." She shrugged.
"Becca!" Steve took a stern voice. "You'd better tell me or you'll be punished more severely. Now what made your teacher send you?"
"Well...class was really boring."
"And?"
