DADDY'S FAVORITE STRIPPER 1

Penny.

I knew I wanted my mum's husband the day I peeped into his room and caught a glimpse of his fat cock.

I scurried off that day before he could see me, mind you, that was seven years ago, yet the image was still fresh in my head.

Now, I was half his age, and I still wanted him.

Needed him.

Marcel Ruiz was the one man I couldn't get.

Forbidden in every sense.

He's fifty years old and my mum's husband, which makes him my stepfather, or my daddy,y as I loved to call him.

Even at fifty, Marcel looked better than most men half his age; maybe that's why I'm so fascinated by him.

“Penny, how is the new job at the office going?” Marcel’s question jolted me from my thoughts.

I sat at the end of the dining table, with my mum beside him.

They looked so happy and in love that I even called myself a devil for dreaming of fucking her husband.

“It's pretty nice, Daddy”, I replied with a smile, and he nodded.

My mum placed her fork down, and the clink made me face her.

“Stop with this ‘daddy’ bullshit, Penny. You're not eighteen anymore”, she chimed in rudely.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Marcel beat me to it.

“Darling, it's okay. I'm not complaining, and besides, Penny would always be my little girl”

“It's fine, Dad- - - I mean Marcel. If Mum doesn't want me to refer to you as my Daddy, I won't.”, I said.

I won't, except your cock is shoved between my cunt!

My mum smiled mischievously before leaning into Marcel.

“You better stop it. God knows what girls her age are thinking”, she added.

It was obvious Marcel didn't want to argue because he ignored her and faced me, giving me an apologetic look.

Making sure my eyes were still on them, my mum captured Marcel's lips in hers and kissed them deeply.

Did I mention my mother was jealous of me?

Well, she is.

Right from when I turned eighteen and hit a reasonable puberty stage, she started hating me for no reason.

Mostly because I was her carbon copy in every sense of the word–we had the same shade of red hair, the same body and face shape.

Her hatred got worse when my hips and breasts grew wider and larger than hers, and all attention shifted to me.

I received more male attention, and she hated that so much I got grounded for nothing back then.

She rubbed it in my face so much when she finally married Marcel, one of the country’s top billionaires and obviously a beauty.

She saw him as the one thing I couldn't have.

“I think I'm done here. See you both at dinner” I stood up, wiped my mouth and turned to leave.

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard Marcel's voice.

“Aww, you chased my little girl away”

“I'm your only little girl”, she said, pulling him back into the kiss.

Little girl at 42? Lol.

I ran up the stairs, not able to stand the sloppy noise coming from the dining.

*****

I adjusted the mask on my face before putting on the new lacy set I got.

I swayed my hips slowly at the muffled sounds coming from the VIP section.

“Penny, you're up!” the owner of the club reminded me, and I nodded.

I was the billionaire's perfect daughter by day but a stripper and cock pleaser by night.

The moment I stepped on the stage, the screaming started, and fresh dollar notes were thrown at me.

I did this for the money, and you might wonder why, since my stepfather is a billionaire.

My mum cancelled all the allowance I had been receiving, and now I couldn't afford to go broke.

“Who's ready for a sinful experience?” I spoke into the microphone hanging from my chin.

The crowd erupted in cheers, throwing more cash at the stage.

I bounced my boobs, making them roar in excitement. Then the song came on, and I started twerking.

I lifted a leg and placed it on the pole and twerked in that position.

“That's what we want to see!!” one of the men yelled, and the others backed him off.

I grabbed the pole and swung over it the way I knew how to, with my ass cheeks jiggling like jelly.

Then slowly, my bra went off, and my breasts dropped free.

I never went further than that.

“Now who wants a private cock tease?” I said again, and they all screamed, ‘ me …me’

“I might die tonight if I don't fuck that pussy of yours”, one of the men said, and I smiled.

“Then get your tablet and better stake high”

I continued dancing seductively with the numbers on the screen rising steadily until a particular chamber staked fifty thousand.

It was the private chamber everyone always looked forward to impressing.

It's the highest anyone has ever staked in a single night.

“Do we have a winner, or does anyone want to stake higher?”

Silence.

“Already then, see you some other time, boys; I have a cock to tease”. I winked after the sentence.

I picked up my bra and started going off the raised platform.

They started grumbling and murmuring until I left the stage.

Some bouncers led me inside the private chamber that belonged to tonight's winner.

I was to enter naked; that's what my job entails, so I stripped completely, placing my lacy set inside the appropriate box outside.

I took off the mask and knocked twice.

“Come in.”, a deep voice sounded from behind the door.

I twisted the knob and stepped into the freezing room.

A dark figure sat in the corner, his lap spread wide open.

“Heyy, heard you ordered a little plaything tonight”. I used an even sexier voice and then proceeded to strut towards where he sat.

All my assets bounced as I moved, and when I finally got close enough, my legs froze.

Because the person sitting in the corner was no other than my stepfather.

Marcel Ruiz.

And the worst part is he looked equally as shocked as I was.