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  "Did she give you this sponge to clean with? This will never get the job done. You have to put some elbow grease into it and you're not strong enough." He pinched my arms in jest.

  "Hey! Sorry, we can't all be secret super heroes like you Mr. Hours in the Gym After Work. Look at you, you look like you're trying to get in shape for the big lifeguard test at the pool or something!"

  That was an understatement, but I didn't want him to get a big head or anything.

  "Yep, yep, I am a super hero, you found my secret Sweetpea. I tell you what, let me put on some clothes and I'll show you my secret bathroom cleaning magic powers. Maybe we can get your out of here before too long."

  "That'd be great Ken, thank you sooooo much!!"

  "No problem. In the future though, you should just get a housecleaner or something with all the money you make from your cam business."

  My heart sank. Ken wasn't supposed to know about that. Nobody was supposed to know about that. I was grown but I lived in their house while they paid for school, so I still felt like their little girl.

  "I, I, I..."

  "Its okay, I won't tell Karen, you know how she gets. I think she'd cut you off if she knew what you charged for the VIP."

  I was blushing uncontrollably now. Oh my God, he didn't just know, he was a client.

  "How did he know? How much had he seen?"

  "Everything" he said, my face giving away my thoughts. "I saw everything in the free section and everything in the VIP. I've been a fan for a while now. Your mother umm... let's just say I get lonely sometimes. So, no, I won't tell Karen your little secret."

  "Thank you Ken, thank you so much."

  I wanted to hug him, but he was still in a towel and I thought I saw a rise in the fabric around where an erection would be.

  "Anything for you Sweetpea" and he hugged me. I felt his erection through the towel and I tried to back away. I felt so comfortable wrapped in his strong arms, I wasn't going to be the one to stop it and I wasn't going to pull away an inch.

  "I just need you to do something for me in return."

  I leaned backwards from our hug so I could look him in the eye, but our waists stayed connected and I felt his erection grow as I looked at him.

  "Do something for you?"

  He finally let me out of his grasp, but only to take a step back so he could tap the door shut with his foot. When he lifted his leg to do it, the towel came apart for a brief moment and I got a look at the end of his penis, straight and hard. It was the biggest I'd ever seen and my mouth watered at thinking about the ways I could handle it for him.

  "Yes, something for me. I want you to dance for me like you do in the VIP, I want a super exclusive private show from Sweetpea69."

  I swallowed hard as I realized exactly what he was asking of me. Was this the same man who treated me like a princess since he met my mom and I when I was a kid? What happened that man? There was the usual humor and compassion in his eyes, but also lust and hunger. I began to see him as something more than just Ken, I began to see him like a client. While he leered at my body, my mind raced to come up with something. At the same time, I could tell there as only one thing on his mind.

  His request didn't seem that bad and the use of my stage name relaxed me a little. This would be just like on of my shows, not a problem at all.

  "I don't suppose I could get some gold for the show, umm, what's your username?"

  "Your gold will be my silence and maybe something extra if I really like the show. And username? Call me... Daddy."

  "Do you want me to dance in anything special, Daddy?" I asked in my cutest as I could make myself pixie voice. "I could run and get something special?"

  "Anything you wear is special Sweetpea. Besides, you look pretty hot in those shorts and that tank top already."

  I looked at my outfit and saw it in a whole new light. I had on my fave workout shorts that I rolled up at the waist so I could move freely in Spin or Yoga class. I had on a tank top that I stole from Ken that was too big so I tied it in a knot behind me. I had on a headband so I could keep my hair back while I cleaned the bathroom and that's it. I couldn't believe he thought this was cute but the customer is always right.

  "Okay, do you want me to give you a moment while you get dressed or anything?"

  "Nope" he said as he stroked the towel smooth on his leg. "I like my outfit too."

  I reached for my iPhone and turned to my workout playlist. I wanted something fun so I would be sure to enjoy this. I put the phone on the speaker Ken had in his bedroom and found something fun to listen to that I planned to play for my next VIP show.

  The music started to blare and I stood still for a few moments just trying to catch the beat and decide what routine I would actually do. I got my game plan down and I started nodding my head and moving my hips to the beat of the music.

  I had my back to him and I was just starting to do one of the little moves that my viewers always seemed to love when I felt his rough hands on my waist. I melted where he touched me, but I kept moving to the music. His hands didn't miss a beat either, and they began to wander. Those hands left a tingling sensation anywhere they'd been, leaving the parts of me they hadn't touched warm with anticipation.

  I thought I would do my little routine like I always did to start my shows at first, and that his hands were just an extra treat for himself in exchange for my silence. I found out how wrong I was when he spun me around so hard that I lost my balance and fell into him. My hands landed on his chest and his biceps flexed and hardened under my touch. I almost drooled.

  My nipples were hard, aroused from the thought of me doing my naughty little dance for Daddy. When I twisted in his grasp my breast came out of the side of my tank top and a bare nipple glanced across his bare chest. My breast was on fire with pleasure and I wriggled some more to recreate the sensation. I felt a tingle between my legs. Every moment that I stood there with my hand on his chest felt like a thousand new tingles were erupting all over me.

  As if he was reading my mind, Daddy reached behind my back and made quick work of the knot that was holding the tank top tightly against my body. Now free to hang loose, my modest workout top became indecent. Before I got my hands on it, Ken's muscular frame had stretched it out to accommodate a broader more muscular chest than my own. The plunging neckline and the large armholes did nothing to protect the skin on my small frame. Soon I found all the naughty bits of my upper half exposed to his eyes.

  "Nice," was all he said, almost to himself, as he studied me in a way that I had never seen him study Mom before. His rough hands were moving around my body at will now. His hands started at my back where the knot in my shirt was, then he ran his hands up and down my back and smiled as he savored every inch. He felt along my stomach and brought his hands up to cup my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples between his fingers as he did so.

  I bit my lip and stood there, letting him have his way with me. For my part, I kept both of my hands on his chest but my eyes were cast down to that six pack. Below that lickable stomach was the towel that hung beneath and that monster cock that I got a sneak peak of just a few short moments ago. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes because I didn't want him to know how much I was enjoying this, how much I wanted this for so long. I couldn't let him know I dreamt about this and would of been on punishment ages ago if he would of promised to treat me like the bad girl I was.

  Blood and warmth surged through my body. Everywhere his hands went, my skin came alive and begged for another grace of his large hands. Soon, one of those hands was at my chin, the finger almost comically large against my small face. He lifted my chin until my eyes he tore them away from that towel. We made eye contact for just a moment before he kissed me. His tongue took liberties with my mouth just as his hands had with my body, exploring every inch and moving like he owned the place.

  His lips separated from mine just long enough to say "take off your shorts and get on your knees." Then, they curled into the lusty
smile I had never seen on him before. It was the kind that I liked to imagine all my clients had when they jerked off to my show.

  Ken's voice was different too. He spoke in a tough mean voice that scared me a little. He never spoke like that to me or around me and it frightened me more to keep standing and looking at him than it did to kneel. I peeled off my shorts, afraid to make eye contact with this powerful man who looked like Ken. Part of my fear was because I didn't want to seem disrespectful and the rest was because I was afraid he would see how turned on I was by it all.

  I couldn't avoid staring at his cock when I got down onto the soft bedroom carpet. His towel was coming loose and the tip was coming through the gap. I reached for it, knowing what he wanted me to do and excited that I was finally going to get the chance.

  I gasped when he undid his towel and I saw his complete package. The absolute size of it surprised me. Not just length, but width around his member was more than I had seen in person and more than I was sure I could handle. His cock has hard and pointed downwards, towards my eager mouth.

  I reached out for it and stopped just a centimeter short; looking up to make sure I had his approval.

  "Is it okay Daddy?"

  "Perfect" and he grabbed my head and inched me forward.

  I put each hand around his shaft and plunged his cock into my mouth. I wanted to impress him, so I took it as far in as I could. He hit the back of my throat before I even had to let go with my other hand. I gagged and tried to enjoy the foreign warmth that engulfed my mouth. I calmed a bit, surprised at my own ability to fit my mouth around it. I couldn't get it all the way down my throat but Daddy was making noises like he was perfectly happy with what my pretty little mouth could handle.

  His grip eased up from my head as I took control of the pace. He trusted me to keep pumping my head up and down along the shaft of his member. I made sure to pout my lips when get got to the top to make sure that the tip of his penis didn't feel left out. His arms hung limp and then behind his head as he moved his hips back and forth to make the most out of my warm, wet and willing mouth.

  After I was sure that I was doing a good job and pleasing him, I found it in me to look up at his face. His skin had gotten flushed with a deep shade of red and his forehead was wrinkled in an effort not to cum right then and there. A small part of me was proud that just a few minutes of my oral devotion to his cock was driving him this close to the edge.

  "Oh God, I dreamt about this forever Sweetpea. I knew that pretty little mouth of yours would be good."

  I couldn't believe it. Had he dreamt about me the way I fantasized about him? Did he want this as long as I wanted it too?

  With all the questions swimming through my head, all I could manage to get out was "Do you like it Daddy?" I pulled my mouth away from his cock just long enough to ask him, and then I forced myself back on his shaft. I drove him deeper into my mouth than he had been and I held him there, letting my warmth engulf him. His compliment gave me new energy and it showed the way I devoured his cock like the grateful slut that I was. He had no idea how desperately I wanted this too.

  Daddy let out a moan at my new enthusiasm, his cock treated to new delights by my hungry mouth and welcoming throat. His face looked even more strained and after only a few moments, he pushed my head back and his cock slipped, reluctantly, from my mouth.

  "Get up."

  I made a motion to wipe the drool from my mouth as I stood but he stopped me, grabbing my wrist to prevent the motion. His hand was so big, he more than engulfed my wrist. Even though I wasn't resisting, I knew he was way stronger than me and I wouldn't be able to do anything with that arm until he let me.

  He turned around and reached for the towel he disguarded before I sucked him off. He bent at the waist and I could see his muscles dance beneath his skin as he reached and grabbed the towel. Standing up straight again, he gently patted my face with the soft towel.

  "There you go Sweatpea."

  "Thank you, Daddy."

  His rough hands were at my waist and he spun me around in an instant. One hand still on my waist and the other on my shoulder, he bent me over until my elbows were holding me up over his bed. The frame was high enough that I could bend over it with ease. Daddy slid his foot between my feet and slid them apart with gentle kicks.

  "Get on your tippy toes."

  My heart was beating a million times a second. I did as he said and my ass rose in the air by a few inches. My legs still spread, I was completely open to him. He could do anything he wanted to do to me now. I was his now and I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be gentle or be rough. Unsure which I really wanted, all I could say was "please, be nice Daddy."

  The hand that was on my shoulder slid down my back to align with the one that stayed on my hip and then Daddy slid them both down to cup my ass. I felt small in his hands, barely enough to fill them. He cupped my ass and moved his hands around me, getting the measure of me with the palms of his hands. His grip was firm and rough. I certain that this wasn't a boy was giddy to finally have his firsts squeeze of a girl. This was a man who had known women and who wanted to know me before he went and had his way with me.

  After a few moments of that, he steadied his hands with one on my stomach and one on my back. Then, each hand wandered downward and I was almost shaking with anticipation as I knew where each would meet the other. I let out a gasp when he finally reached my pussy and a sigh as he knowingly massaged me down there.

  "You're wet."

  "I am Daddy, for you."

  I closed my eyes as he caressed the entirety of my wetness. His right hand was reaching around me and playing with my clit while his left stroked my folds, spreading my juices all over my already wet pussy. His left began to stroke me less and less before he let his finger loiter at the opening of my canal. Increasing the pressure he used to rub my clit made me gasp again. When his finger plunged inside of me I couldn't think straight enough to say something sex because it felt so good. All I could do was bite my lip, concentrate on his finger play inside of me and say "Thank you, Daddy."

  With his large arms wrapped around me, there wasn't much I could do

  "Do you like that angel?" He whispered.

  "I love it Daddy" I managed to moan.

  If wasn't long before I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I started to lift myself higher on my tippy toes so I could rock myself better on his fingers. His hands were working me from both sides and he trapped me by pleasure from all angles. Whenever I moved forward, the pleasure lessened in one spot and got more intense in another.

  "I think I'm going to cum Daddy. I think I'm going to cum, Daddy I..."

  "Daddy wants you to cum baby, go ahead."

  I knew I would cum in just a few more delicious minutes but Daddy had other plans.

  His hands stayed on me but he bent down and started licking my pussy from the back. The hand that was fingering me was grabbing me by my hips and pinning me in place. Daddy had his face in the crack of my ass and his tongue was slurping me.

  His stubble was scratching me but I liked it. It reminded me that a man, a real man, that I've masturbated dreaming about for years, was right here eating my pussy. His hand was brutally strong and his grip on me told me I was powerless to move unless he wanted me to.

  Nobody had ever done that to me before, not like that. I couldn't take it. The orgasm that was minutes away was moments away now.

  "Oh shit, I'm cumming Daddy I'm cumming, I'm cunning Daddy don't stop. Please don't stop Daddy."

  I felt the explosion start at my clit and the I felt the blast in every corner of my body. I shuddered, weak from all my muscles tightening up at once. If not for Daddy's strong grip on my hip propping me up, I would've gladly fallen to my knees.

  Daddy had other plans for me though.

  Keeping his hand on my hip, he took his other hand off of my clit and put it on the hip opposite the one he already controlled. As he stood up, he let the tip of his tongue run up my slit one last time and it even
graced my ass for just a moment. Nobody had ever licked me there and that sent shocks through my body and woke up right back up.

  My eyes were wider than they'd been since I'd gotten that sneak peak at his cock. My hands had fistfuls of the comforter in them. I stretched my legs to their longest, my toes at their pointiest to lift me off the ground. Daddy met my arched back with a hand that seemed to almost wrap around me and I knew Daddy wanted me to lower it again.

  "What did he have planned for me now? Was he going to fuck me with that giant dick?" I thought to myself.

  God, I wanted him to fuck me so bad.

  Daddy stood up and his cock brushed against me as he did. It felt hard and heavy when it rubbed against my leg and then suddenly, it went away. Daddy took a step backwards and took his hands off of me.

  "Are you sure you're ready for this Sweetpea?"