It began when I was very, very young. My family used to go to the same beach cottage for holidays every year and, after we’d been on the beach, my dad and I would often rinse off in the enclosed outdoor shower they had there. We’d take our costumes off so we could wash the sand out of them, and it was the only time I ever saw him nude.

It wasn’t a sex thing, at least not at the time, it just made me feel incredibly close to him and I was obviously very, very interested to see what he had down there. It probably went on a bit longer than it should, until I was ten or eleven I think.

It was only later, when I was fourteen or so, that I would remember back to those times and my young body would react in thrilling ways as I recalled how lovely his penis had looked.

Almost as exciting as my remembrances of his body was the thought of his eyes on me, seeing all of my body. The very idea of him looking at me made me tremble and I would tease him, deliberately giving him glimpses up my skirts and down my blouses.

Even though he never reacted I would get so turned on by exposing myself to him that I would go to bed and masturbate, dreaming of him kissing me, touching me, and, when I got more knowledgeable, of him fucking me.

I wanted so much to touch the penis that I remembered, to stroke it until it was hard, and then to take it into my mouth and suck and lick it until he came, and I could discover what his cum tasted like.

None of that happened of course, but my teenage years were filled with my fantasies about him and rarely a week went by that I wouldn’t cum with my fingers sticky with my juices as I dreamed of him.

I lost my virginity to a nice boy call Rob. It was ... well disappointing I suppose. My head was full of imaginings of what my father would do do me, driving me to the peaks of ecstasy, and with Rob it was quite awkward, very quick, and not really very special at all.

Over the intervening years I had quite a few boyfriends, some better than others, all failing completely to match up to Dad though.

I’d been on a website that published stories, often of a sexual nature, for a couple of years. I’d search for ones with a Daddy/Daughter incestuous theme and masturbate to the good ones while imagining it was me and my dad that they were describing.

One in particular I found very arousing and I reached out to the author, confessing my own special interest. We exchanged many emails over the following months and I explained how it all started. She was very understanding and I loved the way she just seemed to accept me as I am.

I told her some of my most intimate fantasies and she wove them into a whole story just for me, which I loved and it made me feel very special.

Then, one day she suggested a possible way to satisfy my urges without risking breaking up my family.

I think she may have been joking but the idea struck a chord with me. I hit the gym hard, started pole dancing lessons and went on a diet. After two months I looked and felt fitter than I had done when I was in my early twenties, and I could do a pretty good routine around a pole.

Then I bought a blonde wig, some deep blue contacts, fake tan and a tiny set of red silk underwear. I shaved all over, applied the fake tan and put on the lingerie, the wig and the contact lenses.

I looked in the mirror and it was hard to accept that the person was me. With a little, slightly slutty makeup and false eyelashes I thought that nobody would ever recognize me. The panties were truly tiny and so tight: they just covered my pussy lips while their outline was still visible through them, and the tiny push up bra bra barely covered my nipples.

I called my Dad and asked him if it was OK to spend a week with them catching up with some old school friends. They were fine with it and I went down the following Thursday.

I spent that first night with my parents but told them I was going to visit Kathy the next night.

I put all my kit in a big handbag and drove to town. There were two clubs there and I went into the first and asked to speak to the manager. He was a thoroughly nasty man and I moved swiftly on to the second.

This was much more hopeful: it was run by a lovely lady called Denise. We went into her office and basically I spilled my guts out to her and threw myself on her mercy.

“I’d love to help you darling,” she said sympathetically. “but you don’t look much like a stripper.” I opened the bag and showed her the wig and stuff.

“I clean up quite nice.” I said, looking hopefully at her.

“I’ll need to see you perform though sweetheart. You do a turn out there and, if you’re OK, we’ll see what we can do.” she said.

“Do I ... you know, have to take it all off?” I asked her, I’d never been to this kind of club before and didn’t know the score.

“Do what you’re comfortable with.” she told me. “With regular girls generally the more they take off the more money they get.”

I knew I was willing to do whatever it took to be with my Dad, but getting naked in front of strangers was another matter entirely.

“Of course.” I said, lightly, as if it was nothing.

She showed me to the changing room and there were a couple of girls in there chatting. I tried to catch their eye and smile at them but they didn’t seem interested: I guess I was just more competition to them.

I was very, very nervous. I wasn’t sure beforehand how I was going to feel about stripping in front of strangers. When it came right down to it I wasn’t looking forward to it at all, and I certainly wasn’t at all turned on by it. Just think of Dad, I kept saying to myself over and over.

When I went out onto the little stage in that tiny outfit I was shaking like a leaf. It was early and there weren’t many guys in, maybe six. The music started and I went into my routine.

I wasn’t up to the standard of some girls who can spin round a pole upside down or while doing the splits. but I had some OK moves.

When I took the top off it got a few more interested looks but I was worried that if I didn’t do enough Denise might not let me perform for Dad. I slid up and down with the pole between my butt cheeks and then did a move where I climbed up the pole and then span slowly down with my pussy rubbing against it. That got a few whoops and whistles and a lot of leers. and I finished up by slipping my hand down the front of my panties and pretending to masturbate.

Incredibly that got a few bills thrown onto the stage and I gave those guys a big smile. A brute of a man that I could smell from up on the stage waved a note at me. I cringed but went over and allowed him to slip it into my panties; just think of Daddy.

When I came off stage, hugely relieved that it was over, Denise was waiting for me in the dressing room. She looked me up and down and smiled and then gave me a little round of applause.

“If I didn’t know it was you I wouldn’t have believed it.” she said. “You were actually pretty good out there.”

“Thanks, so are we on? If I can get him here that is?”

“Sure honey, you just give me a call and let me know when.” she replied, and started to walk away. Then she turned back. “Oh, and you need a stage name.”

“Tasha.” I replied, and I had no idea where it came from.

I scanned one of Denise’s own fliers at a bureau and modified it on my laptop until I had a pretty convincing free lap dance voucher for her club. I waited ‘till Mom was out and then stuck it in the letter box as if it had been delivered. When I next checked it was gone! I looked in the trash, just in case Dad had thrown it away, but there was no sign.

At lunch on Saturday Dad told us that he was going out for a few drinks with an old buddy of his.

“But you haven’t done that for years.” Mom said, looking amazed.

“It hasn’t been that long.” Dad replied, a bit defensively I thought. “Besides, all the more reason to do it now.” Mom looked unconvinced but said nothing more. I rang Denise.

I left before him and showed Denise his photo so that she would know when he arrived, then I got changed and waited.

It was the longest forty minutes of my life but eventually Denise stuck her head around the door and winked at me.

“He’s here sweetheart, break a leg!”

Coming out onto the stage knowing he was there was completely different to before; my pussy was tingling madly just at the thought of it. I found him in the crowd and headed to the pole nearest him.

Dancing in front of him in that skimpy outfit was so exciting that I almost blew my routine. I kept looking at his face, dreading seeing some recognition there, but all I saw was lovely, lovely desire and lust.

At the finale to my set I knelt in front of him with my legs spread wide and swayed back and forth fondling my breasts and then ran a single finger along my pussy lips while looking him right in the eyes and smiling.

I’d teased my dad in the past but being nearly naked and touching myself while he watched turned me on like nothing else.

When my routine was over I retrieved the bra and slipped it back on and then moved among the customers, letting them slip bills into my panties. Some of them tried to grab at me but I managed to dodge them while still getting the money. I saved Dad until last and, when he put a ten down the front of my panties I let him take all the time he wanted. His fingers were so close to touching my pussy it made me quiver and I was incredibly wet!

He leaned forward, as if he wanted to whisper something to me. I bent over too, my breasts mere inches from his face. I could smell the distinctive fragrance of his aftershave mixed with the wonderful Daddy smell that I’d known so well since I was a child. I wanted to hug him to my breasts so much it almost hurt.

“Is this valid for you?” he said, and pulled the voucher out of his pocket.

“It sure is honey,” I told him with a smile. “aren’t you a lucky boy!” I’d practiced speaking in a more pronounced southern accent and a deeper tone in case he recognized my voice.

He looked me into my eyes from inches away and I held my breath. If he was ever going to recognize me it would be now, but there was nothing. I hopped down off the stage and held my hand out to him. “Do you want to play with Tasha?” He nodded and I led him by the hand to the room that Denise had shown me earlier.