Note: Pure Fiction

David pulled his truck into the parking lot of the strip club just off the highway exit ramp. He was spending more and more time stopping at these road side joints, paying for a moment of pleasure as some young girl danced naked in his lap. A father of seven children, Dave had always considered himself a family man with strong moral values. Five years ago he had never been in a strip club and had no desires to go to one. Losing the family farm, however, had forced him into the seat of an eighteen wheeler hauling freight over twelve state lines. After two years on the road he was lonely, and facing eighteen hours behind the wheel each day, he had run out of ways to occupy his mind. 

The stories the other truck drivers told over cups of coffee about dancing girls seemed sad and pathetic to him at first, but as it became clear that he was stuck behind the wheel of that truck for years to come, he found the stories harder to forget. Temptation, loneliness and an aching hard-on got the better of him one night and he went into his first club. 

Dave was in a state of shock that first night. Shaved pussies, tattoos, girls spreading their legs and opening their cunts wide, inches from his face. And at 46, they all seemed so young to his tired, hungry eyes. Then there was the lap dances. It varied from state to state, club to club. In some places the girls just stood in front of you displaying the most intimate parts of their young bodies. In other clubs the girls crawled right into your lap, pressing your face into their naked breasts, throwing a leg over your shoulder until their hairless cunts were just inches from your lips. You could smell their musky scents and it drove Dave wild. 

His imagination improved during those long trips and his fantasies intensified and became more vivid. His thoughts continually returned to the stories several drivers told of the girls who would come out to your truck for the right price. He fought those urges as long as he could but the trips seemed longer now and with each new girl in each new club his resistance shrank as his cock grew. 

He had asked several girls with no success, until he met Jill. She barely looked 18, her body was petite and curvy with a butterfly tattooed at the small of her back. He passed her $200, she crawled into his cab, and as her lips slid softly down his shaft he realized that he was cheating on his wife for the first time. He bent her over the back of the passenger seat, pushing his cock deep inside her until her firm round ass pressed into his hips. Her moans were like sugar on a young girls lips. He concentrated on them as his cock slid faster, harder between her thighs. “I’m fucking a girl younger than my oldest daughter,” crossed his mind and his cum gushed out into the condom. 

Dave was racked with guilt when he returned home to his wife. He could barely look her in the eye. But even that gave way as he headed back out on his long trips. Over the next year he would fuck Jill two more times and take three other dancers out to his truck. He realized he had developed a preference for petite brunettes and sought them out to proposition.

Tonight as he crawled out of his cab, he felt as nervous as he had the first night he entered a club. The Star Club was close to home. He had never been in any of the clubs near his own town out of fear of being seen and recognized. But this had been a long trip and the club he normally stopped at was closed for reasons he did not understand. He pulled his collar high against the cold and wore his cap lower on his head. 

The club was no different in appearance than any other clubs he had been in. It was dark and loud with rhythmic music. It was a slow night with maybe ten other men in the club. A beautiful cocktail waitress got him a beer and he took a seat toward the back of the room and began to relax. He took in more details as a dark Asian girl called Jade twirled around the poll on stage. The lap dances were in a room off to the side and he could see one in progress. If it weren’t for the thin denim of the man’s jeans the voluptuous blond in his lap would be fucking him. The rules looked pretty relaxed at The Star. 

Dave turned his attention back to the stage as the DJ called for the next dancer, Sweetness. Dave admired the supple curves of the petite young body moving onto the stage, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders. Then his heart froze as she spun around facing the men at her feet. It was his daughter, Kali. He couldn’t move, he could hardly breathe as he watched her hips gyrating to the beat of the music, her lace bra falling from her shoulders revealing her small, delicate breasts. 

The waitress appeared with his beer and his hand shook uncontrollably as he tried to give her the five dollar bill. He downed nearly half the beer in one gulp turning away from the stage. But he could not keep his eyes hidden. He looked to see her on her hands and knees, her ass pushed high in the air as she bucked her hips against an imaginary cock behind her. She slid out of her thong and Dave watched as his little girl slung her leg over a college boy’s shoulder and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face between her thighs. He took in the full sight as she spread her legs to the crowd. Her pussy shaved bald, her delicate fingers pulling apart her labia, pink and shining with wetness. There was a tattoo just to the right of her hairless mound, but he could not make out what it was from where he sat, back from the stage. For a moment he thought he was going to be sick and considered running for the door, but he held to his seat.

Kali was 19, a sophomore in college. She had told him she was working as a private home care provider for elderly and crippled people to pay for college. He was on the road too much to know anything different. She was the third of his seven children. She had always been his angel. 

The song ended and Sweetness left the stage and made her way to the side room with the college boy in tow. He watched from his table as his daughter straddled the boys lap and fucked her naked pussy against his denim covered cock. She was far more aggressive than the other girls, rubbing the full length of her body against him, then dropping to her knees and pushing her face into his crotch. Dave blushed with shame when he realized his cock was hard. He nearly began to cry when the dancer who had been on stage when he entered approached his table. 

“Wanna dance?” she cooed.

Dave looked over to see the college boy heading back to his friends. An older man, a trucker, Dave could tell from his dress, was in line for his daughter who took him by the hand and led him to a sofa beyond his sight. Dave stood on shaky legs and let Jade lead him into the side room. Sweetness had led the trucker, in his early fifties Dave guessed, to a sofa at the back of the room. Her back was to him. The music started and Dave watched as his little girl held the man’s face to her cunt and rocked her hips into him. Jade dropped into his lap but Dave was hardly conscious of her. Sweetness was grinding her pussy hard down on the man’s cock, holding his face to her tits. For the first time Dave found himself taking in the sight of her naked young body. His cock filled his boxers with sticky cum as Jade ground down on his lap. With the climax came a wave of shame and guilt that nearly made Dave cry. Then he saw a scene that he was all too familiar with. 

As the song ended the man held his lips to Sweetness’ ear. Dave could see the man’s lips moving, and though he couldn’t hear, he knew what he was asking. He watched as his daughter blushed coyly then turned to the man with a smile and returned his whisper. She was straddling his lap and her arm pushed between them, disappearing from sight at his crotch. Dave watched the older man arch his back and saw his grin widen as Sweetness whispered into his ear. 

Dave returned to his table. He sat numb as he watched Kali disappear into the locker room. The man went to his table, swallowed the last of his beer and made his way outside. Dave rose slowly, aware of the wet cum covering his boxers as he stepped out into the cold air. From the seat of his cab he watched as his daughter left the back of the building and crawled into the cab of a Peterbuilt parked across the lot. He pulled away with tears running down his face. Sweetness, it suddenly occurred to him, was the name he called her as a child.

The next night Dave was leaving for a two week trip south. He vowed not to but on the way out of town he turned his rig into The Star’s parking lot. Kali’s car was parked in back. He watched from his same table as she slid across the stage, men at her feet. It was another slow night. She gave a few lap dances but spent much of the night at the bar reading a book. James Joyce, Dave noticed, she was an English major. 

It was getting late and Dave was about to leave when two truckers came in that he knew. They recognized him, despite his cap pulled low and sat at his table. Damon was about 28, muscular and good looking but quiet. Jack was older, in his thirties, good looking and loud. He made his presence known at the stage as Sweetness started her routine. He called Dave to join him and Damon as they tucked bills into his daughter’s thong. Dave kept his seat. At the end of the song Jack grabbed Sweetness for a lap dance. The bouncer had to warn him to keep his hands off her but she did not seem too upset. 

Dave nearly panicked as Jack led her back to the table, but she quickly grabbed Damon for a dance. Dave could see the way she looked at Damon, it was the way all women looked at him, with lust. He watched her as she danced with him, not hard and aggressive as usual, but soft and sensual. Damon returned to the table while Sweetness went into the locker room. Several minutes later, she came out wearing a black lace bra and a g-string with garters and fish net stockings. She took her spot at the bar and started reading. 

Jack was at her side in an instant, talking her up. After a few moments his loud flirting turned quiet and Dave watched from under the bill of his cap as Sweetness kept glancing at the table, at Damon, while Jack leaned in close and whispered in her ear. Sweetness whispered into Jack’s ear, lighting his face up, before she stood and made her way back to the locker room. Jack leaned in over the table. 

“I am in love!” he burst out. “This girl is un-fucking-real! She’s gonna fuck all three of us for $200 each. All of us at the same fucking time!”

Damon stood, composed and confident, but ready to fuck this young girl. 

“You two go on ahead,” Dave managed to spit out through his dry lips. He took some shots from Jack, but sat in his seat and watched the two men head for the door. After a few minutes he walked out and got in his truck. He saw Kali drive out of the parking lot across the street to the motel where the guys waited for her. He walked over and watched from the shadows as she went into the room with both men. He stood there, motionless for nearly a half hour. Then before he knew what was what he found himself standing at the motel door. He could hear his daughter inside, loud and passionate. He saw light through the window from between a the parted curtain. Through the small opening he could clearly see the bed. Damon was on his back, Kali’s naked body hovering over him as he kissed her and squeezed her breasts. Dave moved closer and could now see his daughter’s young cunt bucking up and down on Damon’s cock. Jack was on his knees behind her fucking his prick into her petite little ass. She bucked and rocked and moaned as the cocks moved in and out of her. Her hips danced in a jerking rhythmic extasy, her face twisted with pleasure. 

They stood, Kali led Damon to a chair by his cock. She sat him back in it, knelt between his muscular thighs and took him deep into her mouth. Dave watched her tongue working over the length of his thick shaft as Jack slid into her dripping cunt from behind. She let the rhythm of Jack’s strokes rock her lips over Damon’s cock until Jack pulled free and covered her firm ass cheeks with his spunk. He rubbed the white cream into the crack of her ass and down over her bald little cunt.

Kali stood and turned. Jack reached between her legs and took hold of Damon’s cock, pulling it forward as she lay her back against Damon’s chest. Jack moved between the two pairs of spread thighs and sucked the cock into his mouth. He let it slip from his lips, stroking it as he sucked at Kali’s wet pussy. He covered the cock once more with his mouth before guiding it into her young slit. As Dave watched his daughter grinding her cunt over Damon’s cock, Jack leaned in and sucked and licked at the two, clamping his lips onto Kali’s clit until she shook with climax. Damon slipped free of her dripping snatch and Jack pumped his cock until he spayed Kali’s belly with his cum.

Dave spent the next two weeks in a haze of lust, confusion, shame and desire. When he pulled into The Star at the end of the trip he was exhausted and operating on nothing but the lust of his inescapable fantasies. He watched his daughter from his usual table, watched her dance. Then she and another dancer took a man to the side room for a dance. He watched her licking the other girl’s tits. They rubbed their cunts together and kissed each other deeply. As the girls finished, Dave stood and moved across the room to his daughter. Her back was to him as she hooked her bra over her breasts.

“Can I buy a dance, Sweetness?” he asked in a calm even voice. She turned and her face went white. She stared at him, unable to move. He felt calm and looked deep into her eyes. For a moment it seemed she was going to cry, when suddenly she straightened up and a look of composure crossed her face, determination, perhaps, not to fall apart at this confrontation. She looked hard into his eyes for what seemed like forever. Then her hand reached forward and took his. She led him to the sofa at the back of the room. The music started and she straddled his lap pushing her soft young body against his. She took his hands and held them to her breasts, guiding his fingers to unhook her bra. It fell to the floor and she pushed her tits into her father’s face feeling his tongue circle her nipple. 

“Ohhh, Daddy,” she breathed into his ear. She had to hold his hands down to keep the bouncer away but she stood and lifted her leg to the back of the sofa and pressed her cunny to his face. She could feel his lips brushing lightly at the top of her hairless mound. She dropped down between his thighs and with her eyes looking up into his, pressed her lips to the bulge in his pants. She straddled his thighs and pressed her naked slit down hard against his hard prick. She rode his cock until the end of the song, leaving a patch of darkness where her lips had met him. He put his lips to her ear and whispered softly. She rose and made her way to the locker room.

Dave sat silently in the cab of his truck. He heard a click and the door to the cab opened. His daughter crawled up into the cab.