DADDY'S FAVORITE STRIPPER 2

Neither of us moved even after a few seconds passed.

“Daddy?” I whispered.

“Holy shit!! Penny?” he breathed.

Marcel grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it over my naked body.

He looked angry. Mad angry.

“What are you doing here, Penny?” he demanded.

My fists curled on the thick edges of the blanket.

“I work here, Daddy–

His words sliced in.

“As what? As a stripper? My own daughter is a stripper” A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

“Yes. I work as a stripper, and so what? I had to survive ever since your wife cut my allowance”

He shook his head. “She did what?”

I stared at him, and he looked genuinely confused. He didn't know what my mum did.

“Either way, the deed is done, and now I'm here, doing what I love”

He looked like he was going to hit me, but then I remembered he was also here.

“And what are you doing here anyway? It's not like you're innocent”

“Penny–

“What?” I snapped angrily. “Don't play innocent here, Daddy. You sat there hoping to get your cock teased and probably plunged deep into a pussy afterwards” My unfiltered words came out a bit more rude

“ You won't understand”

I chuckled darkly. “Does Mum even know?”

“We're going home. Put something on”

“I'm not going anywhere with you. I have a job.”, I refused firmly.

His gaze darkened.

“I'll transfer the money; I'll even triple it. Let's just go home”

“I don't need your money, Daddy. We agreed on fifty, so transfer that and let me do my job”

He stuttered. “Not happening, Penny.”

“Walk out that door, and I'm calling mum right now, and I'll tell her about your little VIP position at strip clubs”

“Penny –” His voice was raspy.

I looked him straight in the eyes, letting go of the blanket.

The thick clothing fell into a puddle on the marble tiles.

“Daddy, sit down and let's sin”. I bit my lower lip.

“Don't call me Daddy!” he growled, his gaze fixed on the shining rings around my nipples.

“Why? Is it because your big fat cock jolts in excitement when you hear the word?” I asked in a taunting whisper.

“Daddy, you know you want me to satisfy your needs tonight; just say it.”

“Fuck, Penny”, he let out an exasperated growl and got to me in three long strides.

His big palms slammed my body against his as his lips captured mine.

His tongue carefully traced the outline of my mouth as if he couldn't believe he was finally kissing me.

He took my bottom lip into his lips and sucked on it till it hurt.

I whimpered, my nails digging deep into his back.

“You're a bad girl, pushing Daddy's buttons”

I smiled against his lips before speaking.

“Yes, I'm a bad girl; teach me to be good, Daddy”

He swallowed my lips once more, sucking and swirling his tongue on mine.

His rough hands roamed over my body till they reached my breasts.

“When did you get these pierced?” he smacked them hard, and I cried out.

“You would've found out earlier if you didn't pay so much attention to your undeserving wife”

His mouth left mine, and in nothing faster than a second, it latched onto my nipples.

His second palm found my other nipple, and he pulled at the ring softly.

My head went back in pleasure as I didn't know a man could do so much with his tongue on my hard nipples.

“Daddy, I want your cock now!” I grunted, pushing his head off my chest.

I fell to my knees, and my hands moved swiftly to undo his belt.

He fisted my hair roughly and rammed his entire shaft into my mouth.

My throat felt constricted, and I let out a mumbled cry.

“Yes, baby. That's right…choke on Daddy's cock cause you've been a bad girl”, he grunted, thrusting deeper till saliva dripped all over me.

“Shit, Penny. Your mouth was made for this”

Wet, sloppy choking sounds filled the chamber, and when Marcel finally pulled out, his cap leaked pre-cum over my face.

“You're so delicious, Daddy”, I cooed, licking off the liquid on my face.

“My little slut”, he said sickly, slapping my face with his cock.

I lurched forward, wanting to take it in my mouth for the second time, when Marcel pushed me back.

“If you want another taste, give me a private dance”, he requested.

“There's no music”

“Just clap those ass cheeks for me, Penny. I watched you do it earlier for those men”

“You're so naughty, but anyways I'll do it. Anything to taste you again” I got up on my feet in haste.

I buckled my knees and arched my back, my ass up in the air, and then I started twerking.

“Clap those nasty cheeks on my cock, baby”. Marcel grabbed my hips and pressed his length on my ass.

My core tightened when his cap brushed over my clitoris, and it suddenly felt like I was floating.

I just couldn't wait for what it would feel like inside of me.

I stopped twerking and took his hand, leading him to the bed.

“You've had your fun, Daddy. Now please just fuck me already”

My back met the bed, and my legs parted widely in anticipation.

He stared down at my pussy before stroking my clit with his long fingers.

My body broke from his touch, and I let out a shameless cry.

“You're so wet for Daddy's cock”. His voice was husky. Then he plunged two fingers in and curved them. They slid in without resistance.

“Please, Daddy”, I cried.

“Oh baby, I will fuck you…, he paused, his gaze landing on my face.

I was a mess, and I knew it.

“... but I don't fuck naughty girls like you in missionary”

“Girls like you deserve something hard. Something real”

Then, both his hands gripped my thighs and with one flip,

I landed on my stomach.