Surprises for both Dad and Daughter

I’ve been blessed with two wonderful daughters. Sandra works for a bank and is earning a large salary. She’s single but she parties hard and get the feeling she gets what she needs when she needs it. Then there’s my slightly younger daughter, Kimmy. Kimmy is very different from her older sister. Whereas Sandra is tall and slim, Kimmy is more curvy, cuddly and homely. She’s not fat, by any means, but she has a large set of boobs and is less slim than her bee-sting endowed sister. Kimmy worked in a bar until she got the push for some end of night accounting irregularities. She was never great with figures, and someone took advantage of that without her knowledge, and Kimmy was the one to pay.

My wife moved away to Spain with her lover, now husband, a few years ago and at home it was just Kimmy and I. We’d take turns of cooking for each other, but we basically lived separate lives in the same house.

One evening, I went to the social club for some drinks. There was some sniggering and pointing when I arrived, but I paid little attention. Lads, my best friend, arrived a little later and I remarked about the sniggering, but6he stayed strangely silent. Knowing him for so long, that wasn’t normal so I asked him what was up. He took a little coaxing but, eventually, he told me what was going on.

“You know that Thomas, the grounds man, retired last month? Well the committee threw him a stag party and laid on a stripper.”

“I remember, I couldn’t go”

“Probably for the best, as it is! Well the stripper took the guys on as a gangbang. I got told that everyone had the stripper at least once that night and she was insatiable.”

“Sounds like she was fun”

“She was, but it was your Kimmy.”

For a moment, I kept thinking about this stripper, being fucked by a group of older guys, before my friends last message registered with me. I didn’t know how to react and I went through feeling after feeling - shock and horror, anger, then resignation, back to indignation and finally both acceptance and even pleasure. The thing was that I wasn’t really surprised. Where Sandra had worked hard, studied and gone to university before getting her job, Kimmy struggled academically. She tried hard, but always seemed to miss the mark. She preferred partying, boys drinking and having fun. Her Mum and I often thought that boys took advantage of Kimmy, but Kimmy always seemed happy.

“So that’s what the sniggers were about? Let them! She’s 19 and entitled to do what she wants!”

“Well right now, she’s supposed to be at a stag party with some of the guys in a hotel room by the goods yard!*

“What? How do you know?”

“‘cos I was asked if I wanted to go again!,”

And then the penny truly and finally dropped.

“You were at the groundskeeper’s party. You fucked my daughter!”

“Look, don’t get angry...”

“ ... don’t worry, it’s OK. Like I said, it’s her life”

There are moments in life where you make momentous decisions. Sometimes they turn out to be the right ones, sometimes they lead you down paths to poorer conclusions. Right then, I had no idea which way things would go but I heard myself saying:

“Let’s go to this stag party. I think I need to see this”

Lars drove to the hotel out by the goods marshalling yards. It was popular with commercial travellers during the week, but was always much quieter at weekends. Not having much of a scenic outlook didn’t help, but it felt clean as we walked into reception.

“Here for the party?,” the receptionist asked, “it’s in suite A”

Lars and I followed the signs to the right room. At the door, Lars turned and looked at me as if to suggest “are you sure? “ I nodded and we knocked the door. It was opened by a guy I knew only very slightly from work.

“Welcome!”. I knew he had no idea of my connection with Kimmy and he gave us both carnival masks to wear to protect our privacy. Lars and I put them on and went into the main room. It had a large circular bed in the middle, with a couple of sofas against two walls. There was a crate of beer and the other guys were drinking. All were naked, except for the masks and Lars and I followed suit.

The guy who had met us at the door cleared his throat and made a little introduction.

“We’ll, there’s a couple more people than I expected here, but that’s OK. Our girl is in the bathroom about to make her grand entrance. She’s charging us 250 for the evening and the room is an additional 50. There are 10 of us so that’s 30 per person. Everyone happy with that?”

Lots of nods.

“Oh yes, a big box of condoms are next to the beer, but she isn’t requiring us to use any, so it’s your call”

Nobody budged. I was thinking that my daughter was whoring herself out for 30 per person. And that it was likely she’d be filled with those guys cum by the end of the night. My cock twitched and started to get hard. “One last thing, our order of arrival is the order you get access to the goodies, but don’t be afraid to touch or wank”. He pointed to Lars and I and told us that we’d be the last first time round!

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and there was Kimmy. Fully naked, big boobs, shaved pussy. I expected her to look at me and run a6mike but, of course, with the mask on, I was just another anonymous client.

She got on her knees and we all encircled her.

“Are you sure you want to do this? “ whispered Lars, but I just nodded with a grim look on my face.

Kimmy grabbed a couple of cocks and started masturbating a few, before leaning in and blowing the nearest. All the guys were in their fifties or sixties, and all were extremely hard, cocks pointing out from under their bellies. Including me! Suddenly I felt her grab mine and masturbate me, before leaning on over and putting it in her mouth. All those times that I’d fed her when she was much younger and now she was enjoying my cock. What a world! I looked down to see if there was any recognition on her part, but all she saw was a guy in a mask, and all I saw was my extremely horny daughter.