“Dad?”

“Huh?” I said, looking up from my plate at my daughter Sarah.

“What’s wrong, you haven’t said anything in a while.”

She was right. We were having dinner together, which was usually the time we caught up and talked about our days, how work and school were, and so on. But tonight I was totally in my head.

“Oh nothing sweetie. Just work stuff.” This was sort of true. I was dreading going to work tomorrow as I knew what was coming. I knew they would be pushing the issue.

I tried to engage. “Anyway, how is your senior year going?”

Sarah chatted away about finishing up high school. At 18, she was excited to be putting away things she associated with being young: High school; living at home; having a curfew; etc. She would soon be heading off to college a few hours north of where we lived.

It was tough letting her go. She was my little girl. I had memories of her entire life that told me she needed my protection and guidance. Scraped knees, recital nerves, mean boyfriends. How could I just send her off to the hardships of the world? And the boys...

I tried to snap back and pay attention to what she was saying, but in my head I was lost in worry about her and about tomorrow.

After dinner, we settled on the couch to hang out and watch a movie. Sarah cuddled close, and put her head on my shoulder. She had always been a daddy’s girl, and since her mother stepped out on us years ago, we had grown incredibly close.

She looked up at me. “I can tell you’re still thinking about work.” She made a little mock frown. “Why don’t we put on one of your favorites.”

“Sure,” I replied. She was so attentive and caring and I guess I should be proud of instilling that in her. “Thanks for looking out for me honey.” I gave her a weak smile back and tried to commit to myself to be more present.

She smiled and got off the couch to search for the DVD. Looking her over, I was reluctant to appreciate what a woman she was turning in to. She was kind, smart, and as much as I hated to admit it, very beautiful. She stood at about 5’6’’, with long, blonde, straight hair, light hazel eyes, a slender waist that met a perfectly plump ass. Her breasts stood out as a proud C cup. Through years of high school sports she developed a fit physique but still kept the curves in the right places. Anywhere we went, she attracted a ton of attention from the boys ... and the men. She was a lot like her mother in that way.

Her mother ... what a horror. I had always shielded Sarah from my anger towards her mother, but when my mind went to her it was sometimes hard to hide. She was a whirlwind in my early life. Sexy, impulsive, brash and ego boosting. She was a beautiful woman who I fell in love with but that just could not be tied down. I guess I am a bit to blame. It’s not like she hid who she was. Eventually, she gave me a beautiful daughter, then vanished to go live her life unencumbered.

“Got it!” Sarah exclaimed, once again pulling me back to the present. I looked over to see her ass high up in the air as she had been searching around the TV console for the old DVD. My dick twitched a bit at the sight of such a delectable ass, but fear and shame quickly flooded me.

“You’re such a nerd,” she said holding up my copy of the Fifth Element. I don’t know what it is, but that movie always brings me joy.

“Oh, come on,” I said in retort, “you know you love it too.”

She snuggled up close to me on the coach. “I know. I’m just giving you a hard time.”

As she slid close, I felt the softness of her breast against me and felt the jolt of arousal. I had to get myself under control. My guilt was not only because I shouldn’t be having these kind of thoughts about my daughter, but because of what I feared at the office.

The movie successfully got my mind off things, and with the help of a few xanax I was able to sleep through the night.

The next morning I woke up late and was in a frenzied rush getting to work. I had a meeting at 9 and wanted to get in some prep work before. The morning went by in a blur and by 12:00 I was back in my private office, exhausted, but pleased with how the meeting went.

My intercom buzzed and my secretary’s voice filled my office. “Mr. Brandt, I just want to remind you of your meeting upstairs with the other board members in ten minutes.”

Fuck. I had got through a full morning of work before I had to think about that again. I made my way to the elevator and took it upstairs to the penthouse conference room. This floor served to impress our clients by housing nothing but a luxurious waiting room that abuts a glass conference room with impressive views. The shades were drawn, but I knew John and Frank would be inside waiting. We had started this company together forever ago and were as close as friends could be while still making a business relationship work.

As I opened the door I could see that the only source of light came from the large conference room TV. To my horror, there I was completely nude on the screen, dick deep in Frank’s daughter, Stephanie.

“Hey Stan. Just playing some highlights,” Frank called. “You know, my little girl had trouble walking the next day, and she blames you.” The men all shared a laugh, but I couldn’t bring myself to join in.

I had no need for the video as I had already gone back in my mind to that night a month ago, replaying what went down. Frank’s daughter had given us all such a thrill.

She was a small girl, no more than 5 feet tall, but took us on like a champ. I remember enjoying the sight of my dick disappearing into her small frame as I fucked her from behind. Her amble ass shook with every thrust as Frank moaned encouraging phrases to his daughter as she sucked his dick. Another scene flashed in my mind of her riding John and watching her B cup tits bounce.

“You raised her right, Frank,” John offered with genuine admiration. “She was incredible.”

Frank smiled. “I appreciate that. But it was a complete surprise to me. I had no idea how she would react, but it has really brought us closer.” He looked like a proud father talking about his daughter’s piano recital performance. “And I have to add, the month since has been great. She’s joined the wife and I in the bedroom on more than a few occasions. She can’t get enough.”

John smiled admiringly. My stomach could only turn. Frank turned off the video, and they both turned to me. “OK, should we get on with the planning?,” John said.

This was no ordinary business meeting. Although it was listed in the ledger as a meeting of the board of directors, the real purpose of this meeting was to talk about fulfilling a promise made amongst friends many years ago.

In the early days of our business we had been meeting at John’s cabin as a way to escape the pressures of the city while we planned our futures. We were young and full of ambition and vigor.

One fateful evening, after rounds of heavy drinking, we found ourselves in the hot tub with John’s daughter, Becca. Like my own, Becca was a beautiful girl. Tall, slender, with pale skin and bright red hair. We had often teased John about her, talking about how all the boys must be after her. Secretly, these were all just projections of our desires to be with her.

Becca was not a shy girl at all, and very much enjoyed our attention. She would call us all “uncle” as she had known use for years, and had never shied away from running around in skimpy outfits or bikinis when we would come by. Frank and I had joked separately about what we would do with her if the opportunity came up. All in slight jest, but fun nonetheless.

That night in the hot tub, Becca took charge and sat on Frank’s lap. Feeling his obvious erection, Becca started to give him a mock lap dance. Well, what started as a joke didn’t remain one for long. As Becca moved her hips over Frank’s crotch, his face turned from laughing to serious. He slid his hands over her hips and guided her body. Becca too had turned serious in her work and moved in seductive ways.

I looked over to John, worried about his reaction, but to my surprise John only stared intently at his daughter’s display.

Becca too, looked at her father. She moaned and said “Is this Okay Daddy?” John, clearly drunk but not enough to not know what he was doing, only replied, “Yes baby.”

Those two words were the catalyst we all needed. Frank let his hands roam and unleashed Becca breasts from her bikini. Her two pale mounds were topped by perfectly pink and hard nipples. Frank took her nipples in his mouth and enjoyed her young body as she rode him.

John was transfixed and clearly stroking himself. Becca turned her body and continued to gyrate on Frank, but to allow her father a better view of her breasts. She then looked over at me. “Don’t be shy, Uncle Stan.”

Hearing her use my name like that enhanced how sexy her beckoning me was by ten fold. I stood up and made my way to her, not bothering to hide my massive erection from my colleagues. Becca wordlessly got off Frank and bent herself over the side of the hot tub. I needed no instruction and was past the point of feeling the need to check with John. I pulled off my swim trunks, slid Becca’s bikini to the side and entered her with a grunt. We all took our turns with the young slut, giving her as hard a fucking as she asked for. She was experienced and knew what she wanted, demanding we all fill her to the brim with our cum.

John was the last of us. By that time the alcohol had clearly worn off, but we were instead all disinhibited by lust. Watching John fuck his daughter was beyond erotic. They looked to be made to fit together as Becca’s pussy hungrily took in her father’s generous dick. Becca finished her father off in her mouth, seeming to want to savor every drop.

In the morning, after the guilt and fear had subsided, Frank and I agreed to also share our daughters, close after their 18th birthdays, with the group as a way to bring them into the fold. Our girls were still so young and classmates of each other at that time. We agreed that the experience had brought us all, including Becca, closer. Indeed, we all continued to have on and off trysts with her over the years, but also took a greater interest in her life and success. She was many years older now, married and with a daughter of her own. She still introduces us as “uncle” and enjoys us doting on her and her family.

Frank started the planning.” So should we talk about a date?”

John laughed,” Frank, you sound so eager, you old perv.”

Frank reacted in mock surprise, “Perv? Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t been looking forward to Sarah turning 18 for years. I’m tired of stealing glances at that body of hers. Plus, I really just want Stan to finally have what we have.” I couldn’t tell if his thinking of me was a cover for his own lust or real.

“Alright, I’ll buy it. I know my Becca’s life has been much better because of our arrangement and I know Stephanie’s will be too,” John relented.

I had to put aside my internal struggle. They were right. Giving up my only daughter to them would be hard, but if she consented, her life will be made easier by ten fold. Plus, I owed them.

We spent the rest of the meeting time discussing the plan of easing Sarah into our arrangement. We set the date for two weeks from that night.

I started to prepare Sarah in the week after my meeting with John and Frank.

“Sarah honey?”

“Yes daddy?” she replied sweetly.

“Honey, make sure to not make any plans for next weekend? John invited us up to his cabin for the weekend. We are going to do some business, but I thought it would be fun for you to enjoy the lake and take some time away to de-stress from finals.”

Sarah jumped for joy, causing her chest to noticeably heave. “Yay! That sounds so fun. I promise I won’t make any plans. Is Stephanie going to be there?” Sarah and Stephanie had been friends for years.

“No sweetie. If you are OK with it, it’ll just be you for the weekend. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I haven’t been swimming for ages! I’ll have to go shopping.”

She jumped up and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I blushed and felt a mix of arousal and guilt as I knew what lay in store for her. “Here take this.” I gave her my credit card, knowing instantly that I was using money to assuage my guilt.

Sarah loved to shop, so she grabbed my card, thanked me and sped out the door.

The days leading up to the weekend away were excruciating. I knew I had to go through with it, for the sake of my colleagues and the sake of Sarah, but one could not blame me for not wanting to turn my daughter over to be fucked. At the same time I had a twist of guilt as I also had to admit that I was looking a bit forward to the experience with Sarah. With each passing day, my mind seemed to be opening more and more to seeing her in a sexual light. Each hug and kiss seemed to linger longer than usual. Her bra suddenly seemed to disappear when she was walking around the house in her t-shirts. We had always been very casual with our bodies in the house, but this seemed extra. I put it off as my imagination though.

The drive up to the cabin was mostly uneventful. We passed the time with dumb car games and talking about the future. I was occasionally distracted by the sight of Sarah’s long legs when she stretched herself out to put her feet on the dashboard. She was dressed in cut-off jean shorts, as if she jumped straight out of a teen road trip movie.

Eventually we pulled off the highway and made our way up into the mountains on a winding road. With each minute that passed we saw less stores and more trees. By noon, the road had turned from asphalt to dirt, and we finally made it to John’s lakeside cabin. John’s Range Rover and Frank’s X5 were already parked in front.

We unloaded the car and headed inside to start our weekend. Despite the cars in front, when we opened the door we were greeted with an empty house. Splashing sounds and the smell of BBQ showed us the way, and we headed to the back.

John’s cabin was situated on a very private and idyllic lake. We were met with inviting clear blue waters that were perfectly still, a clear sky and lush green trees. John looked over from the grill and shot us a huge grin. “Welcome!” he bellowed. “Come grab some grub.”

“Perfect, I’m starved,” exclaimed Sarah, as she bounded past me and gave John a big hug. From over her shoulder, John shot me a smile. He fixed her a plate as Frank came up from the water soaking wet.

“Hey guys. Glad you made it. Is that you Sarah!? You’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you. When was it, a year ago?”

“Hey Frank,” Sarah said, blushing at the attention. “How’s the water?”

Frank gave a broad smile. “The water is great, you should head down and put your feet in while you eat.”

“I just might,” Sarah said sheepishly. It was hard not to notice that Sarah enjoyed the attention from the older man. It didn’t hurt that Frank was a pretty good-looking guy, even for middle age. I shot him a look that said “Really? Right in front of me you’re going to flirt?”

Frank gave me a defiant smile, then turned to Sarah. “Here, take this down with you.” He stretched out his hand to give Sarah a beer. She took it then froze and looked directly at me like a deer in headlights.

“Is it OK, Daddy?”

Ugh, so it starts. “Yes, dear. While we are here safe at the cabin you are allowed to drink ... within reason!”

Sarah let out a squeal. “Oh thank you, thank you.” And with that, she bounded off to enjoy her meal and beer at the water.

When she was out of earshot, I glared at both men. “You guys don’t even give a guy a chance to put his bag down before you are all over her.”

“Lighten up, Stan. If you can’t handle a little flirty banter, how are you going to handle later tonight?” John questioned. “You good?”

I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Just slow down.”

Despite my plea, the boys didn’t slow down. The afternoon was filled with moments where they had their fun. Soon after eating, Sarah stripped down to her

bikini and jumped into the water to join Frank. She was such a sight in her little red two piece. This must have been a new suit she bought with my credit card as I hadn’t seen it before. The suit hugged all the right places and accentuated her prominent ass.

In the water, John had fun mock wrestling with Sarah, and she seemed all too game. Several times he would lift her and throw her in the water, and she would scream in delight. On shore, John and I would get flashes of skin every time this happened.

John looked over to me. “Look who decided to join the party,” he said smiling and gesturing to my shorts which had tented considerably at the scene.

“Fuck, I...”

“Stan, relax. Frank and I have been through it too. It’s ok. Your daughter is a wonderful girl, and she’s incredibly sexy. Just let go. And remember, nothing happens that she doesn’t agree to.”

I decided to let my guard down a bit. I gave a small smile. “She does look pretty hot, doesn’t she.”

“There we go!” John exclaimed. This got Sarah’s attention who waved to us from atop Frank’s shoulders in the water. Her legs were dropped down his muscular chest and Frank gave use a face that told us he was enjoying himself thoroughly.

Later inside, John took his turn while playing pool with Sarah. He seemed very interested in giving her very close “guidance” on certain shots that seemed like poor excuses to rub up on her and steal some feels. For her part, Sarah was enjoying herself and the attention. She backed herself up into John’s crotch as she asked for extra guidance on an especially difficult shot.

We had dinner and as often happened when staying in the secluded cabin, we each helped ourselves to generous portions of wine and beer. Sarah was clearly enjoying the privilege and was looking rosy cheeked, but not drunk. I had to say I was proud of her for knowing her limits and a little less reluctant to see her off to college where drinking will be the norm.

As we finished up, John cleared his throat. “Shit. We are out of beers. I think there might be some in the club room downstairs. Should we head there?”

“Downstairs?” Sarah asked.

Fuck. She took the bait. Just like I told them she would. Sarah had no idea that this was a set up to push her to make a decision about the night.

John looked at Frank, “Dude, we can’t. Not with kids here.”

Again, this was part of the set up. I told them Sarah hated being left out, and was always curious. She also was at the perfect age where she didn’t feel like any part of life should be withheld from her on account of her age. She liked to challenge boundaries.

“What the fuck, what are you guys talking about?” Sarah exclaimed predictably.

“Language Sarah.”

“Sorry dad. But I’ve been hanging out with you guys all day and even having beers. Suddenly I’m not allowed to go somewhere in the cabin like I’m a five-year old?”

“I dunno Sarah. Your dad’s in charge of you. And if he says you can’t go downstairs, then you can’t. It’s fine. We’ll find something else to drink. I’m sure there is juice or something...”

In a huff, Sarah stood up. “Like hell. Sorry dad but I’m 18 and perfectly capable of making decisions for myself.” She bounded toward the door that led to the basement in the cabin.

Frank and John smiled at me, feeling satisfied that their ruse had worked. We all followed Sarah downstairs to the finished basement John had put in years ago.

Sarah stood still and took in the room. “What ... how long has it been like this.”

For many years we had used the cabin for business trips and planning sessions. Ultimately, we needed an area to have a little fun. We called the basement a club area since it was kitted out with a fully stocked bar, another pool table, but most importantly and very prominently displayed, a stripper pole.

“It’s been like this for years. We obviously never let any of the kids down here. But it’s where we like to ... unwind,” Frank said casually.

“I bet,” Sarah said, one eyebrow raised as she smirked in my direction. All I could do was look at the floor.

Frank spoke next. “Come on, let’s get the drinks and head back upstairs. This is no place for a little lady whose not on the clock.” Frank was pushing the goading a little too far there.

Sarah shot back. “No way. This place seems cool. Stop treating me like a kid.”

And then she did something that I think none of us expected. Sarah hopped up onto the stage, and in an act of defiance, expertly gave a twirl around the pole with her legs pushed far out. There was not a bit of clumsiness to her and her legs looked sexy in her cut-offs. As she arched her back, her t-shirt clung to her generous chest and showed off her curves.

I yelled, “Sarah!” but my cry was drowned out by the encouraging hollering and applause by my colleagues.

“Oh wow. Maybe you’re not a kid after all. Where did you learn moves like that?,” Frank said in astonishment.

Slightly winded, Sarah laughed. “You like that? Every gym offers some ‘Pole exercise’ class now. Let’s just say my girlfriends and I put in a lot of practice. It takes a lot to wow the boys nowadays.”

My friends-- no, we-- had successfully pushed Sarah to feel like she could let loose to prove herself. I felt a mix of shame and anticipation.

“OK, OK. That’s enough. This isn’t a way to act,” I chided, knowing I would only provoke her further, but also hoping she would listen.

“Oh come on Stan. I know you most of all will miss our usual girls for entertainment. Let us have fun,” John said.

“Oh? Dad, do you have regular girls you hire here?” Sarah said, still holding on to the stripper pole.

“I...” I started, but was interrupted by Frank.

“Your dad is well-known in every champagne room in the area.”

Sarah hopped off the stage and grabbed her beer. She was making such a show of being able to “hang” with the boys. “Oh yea? There seems to be a lot to learn in this club. Good for you dad.”

I continued to play my role as a restricting father, knowing that I was about to push her over the edge. “Sweetie. What I do in my free-time is none of your business. Frank and John both have daughter’s too, and I am sure they don’t approve of a young girl like you flaunting her stuff on stage.”

“Sweetie! Honey! Babe! You still see me as a little girl. You have no idea how many men I might have given shows to. How many men have enjoyed what I have to ‘flaunt.’”

Sarah downed the rest of her beer and jumped back on stage. “Turn some music on. Frank and John, you tell me how you feel about this.” Without hesitation, John lowered lights and turned on some rhythmic music. Both men took seats close to the stage, feeling satisfied that their goading had worked to get Sarah to volunteer herself.

Sarah wasted no time in starting her sexy dance. She gyrated and moved to the music, making good eye contact with the men. I held myself back, not wanting to interfere. I watched as she moved her hands over her body, caressing her legs and bringing them up to graze the sides of her tits covering by her shirt. She knew what she was doing.

“Hey Stan, your little girl is not so little,” Frank hollered, for my and Sarah’s benefit. Sarah smiled in response and kept up her movements. As planned, Frank upped the ante by taking out some money.

“Wouldn’t be a proper dance without some cash,” he said as he began showering her with singles.

This encouragement pushed Sarah even further. She enjoyed how the men were reacting to her. With no further prompting, Sarah seductively lifted her shirt to reveal her bikini clad breasts. They shook with every motion she made, causing blood to rush down to my dick.

John kept up the pressure. He whistled and hollered up, “Nice body. But I saw more of that in the lake earlier. Come on, give us a show!”

These comments were make or break moments. They would push Sarah to want to please us or would also give her an out to say it’s gone far enough. Thankfully (I guess I was all in at this point), she went further. Without a word, Sarah turned her body to face away from the boys, spread her legs, and stripped off her cut-off jeans, giving us a wonderful view of her ass. The bikini hugged her nicely, gathering in-between her ass cheeks and showing off her amble curves.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Frank yelled, throwing even more money on the stage.

The song changed but Sarah kept dancing. I played my part once again. “OK, you proved your point. You can do big girl things. Song’s over. How about we do something else?”

Working like a charm, Sarah shot back. “I’m not done dad. You still think of me like a little girl. But we can change it up. Frank, get up here. I need a new pole.”

Frank dutifully shot up and stood on stage. I watched as my daughter moved her beautiful body against one of my closest friends. A mix of arousal and jealous rage swam inside of me. Sarah rubbed herself on him and pushed her ass into his crotch. A change registered in them both. Frank had to be hard, and Sarah had to have just felt it. Hesitant, she backed off a bit.

OK, I thought Maybe she’s had enough. But I was wrong.

“You like the show?,” Sarah purred. Frank could only nod. “Good. I’d like some eye candy too. I can’t be the only one half-naked. Shirts, now!” Sarah demanded.

Wasting no time, both men gave her their shirts. Being half-naked only made their stiff cocks that much more obvious. “There we go,” Sarah said satisfied. She looked over at me, but made no demand for my shirt. I was apparently just going to be a witness to her rebellion.

Sarah continued to give the boys a show, with the added sensuality of rubbing her hands on Frank’s muscular form. She made several passes around his dick and down his legs, at times face to face with his contained raging hard-on.

I noticed that John had begun to stroke himself through his pants, and it was only a matter of time before Sarah noticed too. Little did I know, Frank was about to really push the envelope.

“Mmmm. You certainly aren’t Stan’s little girl anymore. You remind me of a girl your father and I had taken to the champagne room a few months ago.”

Sarah continued her dancing with her arms around Frank’s neck as she shook her ass out to John. “Oh yea? Dad what happens in the champagne room exactly?”

“Nothing honey. It’s just a more private dance.” I lied. Our area was pretty liberal with their rules when you paid enough.

“Oh no. You don’t get off that easy,” John interfered. “Let’s just say, the guys and girls get a lot more comfortable in those backrooms.”

Sarah shoots me a look. In her eyes are a mix of anger, defiance and mischief. She is drunk now more on my discomfort than on the booze. “Dad? Is this true? Is that what you do with someone else’s baby girl?”

“Sarah, I just ... it’s part of...” I stammered. I began moving closer to the stage.

She looked at Frank and John. “How much?”

They looked back at her confused.

She started again. “How much do you guys pay to play around in the back rooms?”

“$400,” Frank offers.

“Frank, what the fuck?” I yell.

“I’ve got $500,” John counters.

Sarah smiles. She seems to be enjoying the control she had. “That might be the price for these backwoods girls you get here. I’m young and fresh. $1500, and I’ll let you both show me a champagne room experience.” I shower this girl with money and make sure all her needs are met. Plus she has been working odd jobs since he was 14. I know she had no need for extra cash. This girl who has no need for extra money was selling herself off. She loved the control, but also had no idea how much nudging and goading we had done to get her here.

“Deal, but you better make it worth the money.” Frank says, and John nods.

“I’ll decide how far your money will go. Now show me exactly what ‘comfortable’ means in the back room of some dingy club.” Sarah demanded.

“Frank. John. Don’t you dare...” I warned. I was beginning to blur the line between being a mock authority to push Sarah along and my real instinct to protect my daughter.

“Your’e daughter is 18, Stan. She’s making her own choices here. And she’s being handsomely rewarded. So just sit back and let her show us she isn’t a child anymore,” John replied.

“Well, Sarah. There’s no backroom here. So we’ll have to forgo some privacy. Are you sure you want this?” Frank said as he hitched his hands at the waist of his shorts. Sarah nodded silently.

And with that Frank and John stripped out of the rest of their clothes. John was still seated near the stage, completely naked, giving absentminded strokes to his hard cock. Frank was on stage with Sarah, his raging hard on inches away from Sarah’s bikini clad body. Sarah stared at both the men and took in their naked forms. I saw some hesitancy in her eyes, as she was weighing just how far she was willing to take this. I knew I could stop this or push her further to fulfill the agreement my friends and I had made.

No. It wasn’t just the agreement. This would be to fulfill what I actually wanted. I wanted to see her getting fucked. I wanted to fuck her. I made my choice.