Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  Untouched Fertile Brats

  ABBEY PERRY

  Table of Content

  Taboo Step-Daddy’s Indecent Friend Bought Tight Daughter

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

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  Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

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  My life has never been a fairytale. When I was six years old my mother married Sean – a man I couldn't stand then, and still can't now. He had a best friend, Jack who was a man of his kind. I hated Jack just as much as I hated Sean. They obviously hated children, and clearly hated me. I never understood what Sean wanted with a woman who had a young daughter, but he claimed to love my mom and married into our family anyways, and with that, Jack was by our house quite often.

  Jack was much more successful than my deadbeat stepdad. Jack would always pitch in to make sure he took good care of us, and I appreciated that. As I grew older Jack seemed to loathe me less, which was good.

  Things between my mom and dad weren’t really great, well it was terrible really, he treated my mother like absolute shit. Always talking down to her, controlling everything about her from the way she dressed to her ambitions. She had hopes and dreams once but he squashed them all, insisting she be nothing more than a doting wife, even though he could barely afford to put food on our table. And for some reason, whether it be for me or herself, she stayed with him.

  As soon as I turned 19, I was fully blossomed – boys never paid attention to me in high school, but after it I got boobs, curvy hips and a shapely body. I grew my hair out long and dyed it jet black, which brings out my pale blue eyes. But with it came unwanted attention. I no longer felt comfortable in my home with Jack's casual glances. Those glances eventually turned into even longer stares and in all the wrong places. I had to get out, because even though Jack did help out our family financially and he didn’t hate me as much anymore, I hated his guts.

  I applied to every college that was far enough away from home to give me an excuse not to commute. Being a good student paid off, as I was accepted to most of them, and eventually chose one two states over. In just a couple of years I'll have my degree in engineering and I'll make enough money to get my mother out of that house and away from Sean and Jack both.

  I was lucky enough to get a scholarships, but it's not enough to cover all of my tuition and living expenses. My stepdad was broke as usual and the last thing I would ever do is hit up Jack for money – I have too much pride for that. So I work a part time job during the week and on weekends, I strip.

  I'm not proud of it, and it's not exactly fun, but it is easy money, especially after two shots of vodka. I'm new but becoming quite popular at the Gilded Gopher, a shady little topless club on the wrong side of town. After a while I plan on moving up to one of the classier clubs and that's when the real money will pour in, but for now, this will have to do.

  Tonight I'm coming off the pole, about to finish my shift, when Jaurez, the club manager, pulls me aside.

  “Jeanette, sweetheart, before you go there is a gentleman here to see you,” he says.

  “What does he want?”

  “He wants a private dance from you.”

  I shake my head. “Can't one of the other girls fill in? I'm off in less than 10 minutes and those clients always want longer than that.” Sure I could use the extra money, but finals start tomorrow and I'm due for a major cram session.

  “He asked for you and only you.”

  I begin to look concerned. “Me? Really?”

  “Yes, and he's paying double. This one looks like he has deep pockets. You know what that means,” Jaurez says, rubbing his fingers together greedily. “Big tips. Offer him a little something extra,” he adds with a wink.

  I roll my eyes. Like I said, this place is shady. It's a topless club, but it's not unlikely for the girls to get totally nude and even let the clients touch them during private dances. And several of them offer “additional services”, if you know what I mean. That's not what I'm here for though, and Jaurez already knows that.

  “I've told you before, I'm not down with that kind of stuff.”

  “Fine, have it your way. Just do the dance, make it amazing for him so he comes back. Can you do at least that?”

  I sigh and slump my shoulders. “Alright, fine,” I say. If the man is paying double he's sure to leave double the tip, right?

  “Great. He's in booth 2. Put something really sexy on. Layers are good. He said he likes red.”

  I go back stage to get dressed again. I have this amazing red sheer bra that looks great with my black cutout panties. I throw on a very sheer red mini dress over top, along with my garter and a pair of black fish net thigh highs-- those drove the men crazy for some reason.

  I glance in the mirror, prepping my hair and spraying it with some extra hair spray. I kind of look like a sexy little devil.

  I head out of the dressing room and find booth 2, stopping right outside to compose myself. I really should have taken another shot of vodka – the earlier two wore off a while ago.

  Oh well. Here we go.

  I step inside and close the curtain behind me. It's a small space with a black leather couch and tacky red and purple decor. The man inside is rather tall with ashy brown hair – he's standing facing the wall when I get there. I wait for him to react but he says nothing – surely he heard me come in?

  “Hi, you asked for me?” I say to him.

  “You must be Raven,” he says.

  I freeze when I hear him say my stage name – I would know that voice anywhere.

  CHAPTER 2

  Jack turns around to face me with a smug smile and taunting brown eyes.

  “How are you doing honey?” he asks.

  My mouth drops open in horror, and soon after, shame. Here I am half naked and just a few feet away from my step father’s best friend! The man who basically financed our family. And in a strip club, none the less!

  “What the hell are you doing here!?” I shout, my voice sounding surprisingly shrill.

  Jack sinks into the couch behind him. “That's not really a respectful tone to use on your sugar-daddy, now is it?”

  “You're not my fucking sugar-daddy,” I say to him. It's so nice to finally get that out there and off my chest – now that I don't live under Sean’s roof or have to depend on Jack, I no longer have to respect any of them.

  “Sweetie you really should be nicer to me. I've come to rescue you.”

  I fold my arms in front of my chest and laugh. “I don't need your money. I have plenty of my own, thank you very much.”

  He cocks his head to the side, his closely cropped brown hair staying perfectly in place. “I'm sure you make a few dollars here and there, getting groped by a bunch of fat, sweaty pervs.”

  “Funnily enough, those fat sweaty pervs have a lot more class than you do, Jack.”

  “You know what, I'm in a generous mood today, so I'm going to ignore that. If you apologize now we can forget this happened, I'll pay your tuition, and you'll never have to work a day until you graduate.”

  “No thank you. I'd rather work here until I die,” I say with the utmost conviction. “So just go. I'm never taking anything from you.”

  His smile fades. “Fine. Then I'm ready for my dance.”

  Dance? He's really lost his mind now if he thinks I'm going to dance for him. My eyes narrow and I say, “like hell you're getting any dance from me.”

  “I paid for it, so I'm getting it,” he tells me darkly.

  I shake my head, refusing him. “No big deal, I'll just tell them to refund you,” I say before I turn away. This is only going to cause trouble with Jau
rez, but there's no way I'm going through with it.

  “Well your mother and father are going to be awfully disappointed when they finds out what you're doing.”

  I pause before I get a chance to exit the room. Shit! He wouldn't? Would he? No, he totally would. This is Jack, after all, and I just dug myself into a hole.

  “Your parents, and all of your relatives and friends back home, of course. And let's just hope your school doesn't take away your scholarship when they find out what you really do.”

  I slowly turn to face him – even his smug face makes me absolutely hot with anger. And worst of all, I don't even care about those other things – I could deal with my friends knowing, I somehow could manage without scholarship, I couldn’t care less about Sean, but my mother knowing? It would absolutely kill her.

  “Ah so it looks like you do need me for something after all.”

  “What is it that you want, Jack.”

  He chuckles, smile lines encasing his mouth. “I told you what I want. It's simple. I want my private dance that I paid for,” he retorts.

  “Are you out of your mind? I'm your best friend’s daughter, you financed me for years.” I remind him.

  He raises a thick eyebrow at me. “Oh so now I’m your sugardaddy again? Because a few seconds ago I seem to remember you telling me I wasn't your sugardaddy. Did you not?”

  I seethe and want to slap the satisfied smirk on his rugged face. Jack was way too smart and quick for anyone's good.

  “You can't do this. It's sick!”

  “I agree. The fact that you take your clothes off for money is sick, and I offered you a way out and you refused it.”

  “Quit the games! You know what I mean. It's sick that you want me to dance for you!”

  He leans forward, voice low and growling. “You're damn straight I want you to dance. You're going to dance for me, Jeanette. And you're going to strip for me, until you're naked. Then you're going to grind on me. And you're going to make it hot and sexy. Because if I don't leave here hard as a rock, all bets are off.”

  My mouth opens wide, I want to cry and I want to die all at the same time. How can anyone be this sadistic and sick? What did I do to deserve someone like this in my life?

  He leans back casually against the black leather. “Don't blame me for your poor decisions. Remember, you chose this, more than once,” he says and I feel the pangs of guilt wash over me. He wasn't entirely wrong, after all. “Now I highly suggest you get started.”

  His eyes are dark and intense, like a predator that only has eyes for me. I drop my head in shame upon the realization of what is about to happen – he's given me no choice.

  Just get it over and done with, then he'll be gone, I tell myself. I bring my head up, meeting his lustful dark eyes again, and I begin to dance.

  CHAPTER 3

  His eyes follow my hips as they sway sensually, back and forth to the music. He watches my hands carefully, licking his lips as my hands travel over my neck, down my breasts and over my taut stomach, and into my crotch. I touch myself as I round my hips backwards in a rhythmic motion.

  Make it hot and sexy.

  It feels dirty and taboo and for unexplainable reasons, my body is reacting to the dark thoughts of it all. I try to hide the fact that I’m a bit turn on by his wishes and need for me. Full lips parted, I roll my head back as my hands graze over my thighs, opening my legs and swerving my hips downwards. As I come back up I grip the hem of my sheer dress, rolling my body as I pull it up over my head, teasingly throwing it on the ground beside me.

  His hand slides into his lap and I turn away from him. Evading his eyes and hiding my pleasure of it all from him.

  I arch my back and grab my ass. I begin to move my hips in a circular motion, listening to his needy groans as he takes in the curve of my ass.

  “Why don't you come over here and do that?” He asks.

  I stop and let out a low moan, mentally preparing myself for how wet I’ll be giving my step dad’s best friend a lap dance.

  My face is concealing nothing, my need for him evident. I try to fight the need, I shouldn’t want Jack. This is wrong. I turn towards him and look him in the eye with sensuality – even he seems surprised. In my bra and underwear I saunter over to him. Dangerously close to him now, I straddle his legs and begin to twist my hips in his direction. His hand travels up over my leg and he grabs my thigh – I cringe pretending not to be getting wet by his touch on my naked skin. I know he can see straight through my act, he knows I want him and he looks all too satisfied at that.

  He puts his other hand on my other leg, stroking it's length with his fingertips.

  “Do you not like it when I touch you?” he asks playfully, already sensing the answer to that.

  “Customers aren't supposed to touch,” I say huskily with weak resistance, still trying to mask my pleasure.

  He laughs and says, “Honey, when you pay double, you can do anything you want in this joint.”

  Luckily, he wasn't wrong because I need a reason to have his hands on me. With a tug he brings me down into his lap and holds me there tight. He shifts his hips against me with a smirk, taking pleasure in my disgrace. I can feel his cock getting hard against me through his slacks.

  “You're halfway there already,” he tells me. Oh how I would love to kiss this wickedly handsome man full on, but I can’t, I shouldn’t, it’s wrong. Isn’t it?

  He traces his finger up my stomach and to my bra. “Maybe you'll get me all the way there if you remove this,” he says, snapping the front of my bra.

  With a pretend huff I reach behind me.

  “No,” he stops me, “make it sexy.”

  One day, I swear, I will fuck this man’s brain out.

  I grind my hips against him slowly. His lip gets lost between his teeth and I feel him twitch beneath me almost instantly. As sick and twisted as it is, it means that ‘one day’ could be tonight.

  CHAPTER 4

  I unhook my bra and remove it completely, baring my breasts to him. His eyes wander down to them just as I feel my nipples harden from the need to have him clamp his mouth around them. He grabs my ass hard with both of his hands, pushing my hips even tighter against him. Please, God don’t let him see how much I want this!

  “Grind, more,” he commands me, squeezing and groping my ass even tighter. “I want to feel you.”

  I roll my body, bucking my hips against him like I'm riding him. He looks positively hungry as his eyes devour every curve of my physique. I run my hands down over the soft skin of my breasts, giving them a good squeeze and feeling my erect nipples rough between my fingers. His cock fidgets again beneath me.

  “You're hard. Mission accomplished.” I say, hoping his need for me will not let me go.

  “I'm half hard, honey. That's not good enough,” he responds. His eyes drop back down to my chest. “Your tits are nice, but you know what I like,” he says as he gropes my ass with his hands.

  All I want is his rough hands inside my cunt. I climb off of his lap and turn around. I lean my back against his body, snaking myself between his legs seductively. When I come back I straddle one of his legs and begin to round my hips towards him with my thumbs hooked inside my thong. I slowly lower them down my hip and over the curve of my ass as I continue to move my hips in a circular motion, praying this is enough tease to have him to the point he can’t resist the need to fuck me. I lean all the way forward, tantalizing him as I slide my panties down my legs, and finish it by kicking them off over my heels.

  I feel his finger graze over my cheek before he cups it in his hand, moaning and feeling me. His hands travel up to my waist, and then back on my hips where he proceeds to pull me into his lap again. Wearing nothing but my thigh highs, I roll my body against his, feeling his palms travel up me until he finds my breasts. He cups them both with his strong hands and pulls me back even tighter against him. He gropes me as I grind against his erection, feeling his hot breath on my neck and his muscled chest against me.

>   His hands are strong and dominant against me, feeling and groping me, tweaking my nipples between his fingers. I don't understand why but his touch makes me feel strange things. I hate this man – he's dangerous, sadistic and cruel, yet he knows how to work a woman's body right. And I hate myself for letting him turn me on.

  He wraps one arm around me, holding me in place, as his other hand drops between my legs. I jump at sensation of feeling him against my most private place. He plants his mouth in the crook of my neck as his fingers slip between my folds. My chest heaves as he begins to stroke me.

  “Don't move,” he says to me.

  “Oh Jack,” I fidget against him but he just holds me tighter. He strokes me harder and drags his hot, wet tongue over my neck.

  “Yes,” he breathes against me, nipping at my skin and suckling it into his mouth. My back arches against him as he continues to make me wet with nothing more than his fingers.

  “Mmm, you feel amazing,” he says as he nips at my skin. His hand reaches lower between my thighs, feeling my wetness and I cringe. “Don't be ashamed, it's supposed to feel good,” he says – his finger sliding inside me feels a hell of a lot better than just “good”, but I still hate myself for it.

  I melt against him as he fucks me with his fingers. With his fingers on my chin he tilts my head backwards until his lips find mine. He prompts me to open with his tongue – my mouth accepts it gladly, suckling it.

  He pulls out of me, leaving me breathless and ashamed in his arms.

  “You got what you wanted,” I say weakly, “can I go now please?”

  His lips land on my shoulder and his hands travel over my sides. “I want so much more of you,” he says.

  I tear my body away from him and throw my arms over my private parts. Looking back at his face reminds me of just how much I hate him with a passion.

  “You said we had a deal!” I shout.

  “Looks like those terms just changed.”