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After two years of bad financial decisions, including gonna an expensive school instead of a local state college and renting an apartment alone, I was broke and needed money fast. My landlord let me fuck him once to cover the rent, but he couldn’t afford to keep doing that. I went down to the local strip club to apply, but the place smelled like cigarette smoke and stale booze, and all the guys looked depressed and creepy so I left. I went home and used the last bit of my credit card limit to buy some cheap lights on Amazon, and I made an Onlyfans profile.

Soon I found out Onlyfans is fucking hard. You can put up all the sexy pics you can take and show your butthole, but you need to actually market it like mad, and the good NSFW subreddits are already flooded by OF sluts. And customers are damn cheap, they beg for content like it’s my duty to show them my boobs for free. Cunts. Rent was coming due, and I had nothing, so I bit the bullet and went back to the strip club. The manager hired me when I showed him my tits, but he told me he could schedule me in two weeks. I begged to him to let me begin right away, I said I’d let him fuck me. He told me to never offer that again, and said I could begin if I stopped crying. Tears work.

He had me strip down to my panties and took pictures of me nearly-naked so he could see if I was gaining weight after starting. I was given a locker, and I went out to dance. Fuck, I had forgotten to practice. I awkwardly wiggled around the pole a bit and shook my boobs and ass, it mut have looked terrible. I was obviously new. Turns out that is good, some guys have a new girl kink, it’s the stripper version of fucking a virgin. I actually made decent money that day.

On my second shift I found out I had to pay a house fee of $100 a shift. I got that waived on my first day because the manager felt bad for me, the crying school girl who tried to fuck him for a job. I also had to sign a bunch of paperwork, it’s still a workplace. I made $20 after paying the house fee. My third shift was better, I gave a guy a lap dance in a spot where bouncer couldn’t see me give him a blowjob so I made extra.

When rent came due I was able to pay 80%, with my stripping money and pitiful Onlyfans income. I kept the Onlyfans going even though it didn’t do much, I hoped it would take off. My landlord was pissed, but he accepted my asshole as payment for the remaining 20%. I had never been fucked in the ass before, it hurt, but I managed to pretend to enjoy it. I originally offered him a blowjob because last time I had paid the full rent with my pussy, but he told me I had to renegotiate every month, I couldn’t use the same prices each month.

Next month I was able to pay rent in full, plus actually buy food. I had gone almost five weeks having one meal a day. It was keeping me slim, which is nominally good for a sex worker, but my ribs were starting to show, and I was on the verge of losing my ass and tits. I need those.

When the term ended I had more time to focus on work, and the money started picking up. I think my landlord was disappointed, but I was paying him cash every month. My Onlyfans started growing to the point where I started skipping some stripping shifts because content production was worth more. I can’t believe there are so many simps paying $14.99 a month to see the same set of tits in a different bra or to get fake dick ratings. Nobody is under 8/10 and I want to fuck them all.

When college started up in September I was doing well. Sometimes I’d wear a slutty shirt to class, sit in the back row, and take down the shirt pics with my laptop camera. Some guys had a fetish for classroom pictures. One of my professors definitely noticed but didn’t say anything. On the last day of class I sat in the front row with no bra or panties in a skirt. He had difficulty not looking but finished. I mean finished the lecture.

Then one day a new subscriber called expectamore-58 tipped me $50 and asked for a picture of me studying. I got out my Gorillapod tripod, pulled out my desk to get the angle right, and took a picture of me reading a textbook topless, wearing fake glasses. Soon the subscriber tipped another $20 and asked for a picture of what I was working on. Ok, weird. I took a screenshot of my worksheet and sent it. Ten minutes later he sent back a picture of it, with another tip and three corrections. Great, he got off on helping me.

This became a regular thing. Every Tuesday and Thursday we did schoolwork together. I’d begin off with a sexy picture of me studying, then send him what I was working on, and he’d help. He gave me an email and I made a new one just for this so we could communicate better. Once we were done he’d tip me again and I’d sent him a short video of me doing something. He was the first person to get a video of me putting a butt-plug in. I kept asking him for a dick pic but he refused. I also asked if he had specific ideas for the thank-you videos, but he told me that I was gorgeous and he enjoyed everything I sent. Aw.

At the end of the term I got my grades, and it was my best term ever. I messaged him the screenshot, and he almost immediately sent me $500 as a congratulations, and told me he’d bought me the most expensive dildo on my Amazon wish-list because I earned it. When it arrived I sent him a long thank-you video. I thought if this was the professor I had flashed, maybe he had a helping hot students kink. I was tempted to go to his office hours in a sheer top.

A few weekends later I went back home, and visited my grandparents. My father’s parents. I didn’t see them so much since my parents divorced, but I still liked them even if my dad was a lousy dad who was barely around. When I got there I found out that dad was there. Great. Another setup by Grandma, who was convinced that he’d suddenly become a good father if he spent enough time with me.

After having an awkward pre-dinner tea we had dinner, which was also awkward. Grandpa kept asking me questions about college, and when I tried to answer Grandma interrupted to ask me the same question in different words. Ordinary. dad sat there and didn’t say much. Then Grandma asked if my marks were doing better, she knew I had been struggling. I told her my marks and she didn’t believe me, she asked what I really got. dad cut in and told her I was telling the truth. I looked at him confused, I asked him how he knew. His eyes narrowed very slightly, and he cautiously told me that he was just backing me up, he believed me.

Later while we were having dessert (Grandma’s a great cook) Grandpa asked me if I was working. When I hesitated, dad stepped in and told Grandpa he should leave me alone. I told dad I didn’t mind sharing, and told Grandpa I was waitressing. That was kind of correct, I did serve something. Big servings of tittie and pussy and ass.

When we were done and I went to leave dad went in to hug me, and I stepped back to avoid it. That man hadn’t touched me in four years, not since basically disappearing from my life. More or less, seeing me every two months or so is nothing when it’s your daughter. dad looked disappointed, tough luck.

That Tuesday expectamore-58 messaged me and asked me how my weekend was. This was the first time in a long time he asked about something other than schoolwork. I told him a vague description of what happened, and he started asking me questions about my dad. Did I like him? How did we get along? Was he a good dad in childhood? Oh, your parents are divorced? Do you think it’s your mom’s fault? Surely you know that woman tend to leave their husbands then turn their children against him. Do I hug my dad when I see him? Each question came with a tip of $20 so I had to answer. I think. Are OF girls allowed to ignore questions with tips? The answer is obviously yes, or I could have lied, but by now I was sure this was my dad sexting me, so I felt like I had to be partially honest.

Fuck that asshole. He spends years ignoring me, and then once I show my tits online he pays money to see them, instead of just trying to be a father. I was mad at him for not trying. If he had called me up and tried I might have thawed. Now he really fucked up, buying sex services from me was not the way to reconciliation.

For weeks I was pissed. My absentee dad was sexting me twice a week. Yes, he was my biggest customer, maybe he liked spoiling his daughter. And he was helping me get good marks, like a good father. But a father need to do that without having to see her tits. And he bought me a dildo for getting good marks. That is not ordinary. Is it? How many school girls got a dildo for marks? I guess getting As means you get Ass-plugs, Bs means you get Boob-clips, Cs means Cunt-wands, Ds means you get Dick, and if you get an F you get Fucked. Maybe I failed dad would fuck me.

Finally I had enough. I bought two Gopros, and texted dad, using my real number and his real number. I told him I enjoyed the dinner we had, and asked him if he wanted to come over to my apartment for dinner sometime. He eagerly accepted.

When he came I showed up to the door in a sheer mesh top, black bra and leather miniskirt. He looked a bit surprised at my appearance but came in. I was desperately hoping I was right that he was my Onlyfans customer, if I was wrong this could permanently wreck our relationship. At the same time I didn’t want him to be expectamore-58, I didn’t want to know my dad had incest fantasies.

We had a good supper, I made a chicken Caesar salad, bought fresh buns, and had raspberry tarts. Afterwards he asked if he could see the full apartment. I showed him the bathroom, the balcony, and then my bedroom. I had left my lights up around my bed. He looked at them and pretended to look confused and asked what they were. I told him they were for creating content. He asked what type of content in a neutral voice.

“can’t you guess? Don’t you know what kind of stuff a good-looking girl like me can do on the internet?” I said in a fake cheery voice. He looked at me with a controlled expression, and said “you mean like….Onlyfans or Chaturbate or something?” Great, he knows the names of two sex sites, that’s one more than most men who don’t buy sex online. I said yes. I told him that it wasn’t so bad. Some customers were creeps, but some were really nice. I told him about expectamore-58, I said he had helped me do well with his good help. My dad’s expression changed a bit when I said that, he looked a bit proud. Yup, it was him.

We went back to the living room, and sat down. I wondered it was time to drive home the knife. I told him that expectamore-58 had been a better father to me than my real dad had been. My real dad barely contacted me, but random men online who liked my tits would put me through school and help me with schoolwork. My dad got a pained expression on his face when I said that, and looked like he would cry.

I felt bad, but I was also mad. I had sent my father a five minute video of me using the dildo he bought me. I sent him multiple topless pictures at my desk. I sent him a video of me putting a butt plug in. I told him I wanted to suck his cock and take his cum down my throat. I told him I was soaking wet and needed his cock in me right away. I told him I couldn’t sleep until someone gave me an orgasm, please tip $10 now to make me cum. You know, ordinary Onlyfans stuff.

And then dad cracked. He started to tear up a bit, and he asked me what would I do if I found out he’d been trying to re-establish a relationship with me. He told me that for the past few months he’d been helping me and supporting me, without me knowing. I asked him what he meant. He hesitantly told me that he was expectamore-58. He paused and flinched, as if he knew I’d be mad.

I sat there and stared at him for probably two minutes. I was furious, but I couldn’t think of what to say. Finally I sat up straight, removed the mesh shirt, and took off my bra. I glared at him and shook my boobs at him. He stared at me in shock, I don’t think he expected this. I got up and approached him, and leaned over him with my boobs in his face. Most guys at the club had to pay for this, my motherfucking father got it for free.

“is this what you want? You want to fuck your daughter? One day you fuck your wife’s pussy, and 22 years later fuck the girl that came out her? You a perv? Is this why you buy nudes from me? Am I your whore? Are you my daddy? Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!” I started to motorboat him. My tits aren’t big enough for a real motorboat, but they still are pretty hot.

By now my dad was breathing hard, either from fear, distress or horniness. He tried to push me away by grabbing my waist, so I dropped down so that his hands would grab my breasts. It didn’t work, they just made contact with my underboobs, and when he pulled them back I fell forward and slipped so my face fell into his crotch. That was not intentional, but I could work with it. I started to pretend to give him a blowjob through his jeans. When he pushed me away I stood back up, straddled his waist and tried to make out with him.

“Jess! Please stop! What are you doing? I’m your father!” I stopped trying to make out with him and looked into his eyes, he looked genuinely scared. Good. I stopped. I wasn’t trying to rape him, just make a point. I asked him what the hell he’d been thinking. He told me if I got off him and put a shirt on he would tell me. I said he’d seen me naked plenty of time and talked to me when I was wearing less than this. And I didn’t have a butt plug in me this time.

So my dad let his topless Onlyfans daughter sit on his lap, and he told me that he regretted a lot. He wished that he had divorced that bitch (my mom) years before he did, instead of living in a toxic marriage that made a bad home for me. He wished that he had stayed in my life more. He wished that he’d tried harder at his career so he could have paid more for my school. When he saw that I was on Onlyfans (I didn’t dare ask what he was doing there, but I suspect a lot of my customers are lonely divorced men) he felt like the worst father in the world. He left me alone, and I ended up baring my body for asssholes online.

At first he only subscribed to me so he could follow along with me, he said it had been so long since he saw me he almost didn’t recognize me. But then in one of my generic, mass-messages I mentioned that I needed to see 10 cocks so I could get back to studying, and he remembered that I was also a student. So he tipped me and asked to see what I was working on, in case he could help me. He didn’t expect a sexy pic of me studying. But soon enough he was helping me, plus giving me money, like he should have been doing all along.

He said he was proud of how he helped me, he really was. He wasn’t full comfortable with how I kept sending him sexual material as well, but he figured he had to deal with it to keep helping me. I asked why the dildo and he went red, he said that was to make up for the four years of no Christmas presents. Great.

I heard enough. I was pissed. Ok, he felt like a hero for helping out his estranged daughter. But all he had to do was pick up the phone and call me. Not subscribe to my online sex work user account and see my tits. So I put step two of my plan together. I gave him a big smile and thanked him, he looked visibly relieved. I got off him, and took his hand. I led him into my bedroom.

Once I was in there I closed the door, looked at him and smiled, and removed my skirt. I smiled and did a little pirourette, I had no panties on so I was naked. “do you think I’m beautiful Daddy? Do you like your daughter? Do you think I’m the sexiest girl on the internet?” he looked uncomfortable and told me that every father wondered his daughter was gorgeous. So I acted excited and jumped at him for a hug, “accidentally” knocking him back onto the bed. When he landed back with me on top I went in for a kiss. We kissed for five seconds, until he slid his face away and told me we couldn’t do this.

“But why, Daddy? I know you want to fuck me. You told me you did. You said you wanted to suck my nipples and pound my little pussy. Every guy online wants to fuck me. Were you lying to me?” I gave him a little pouty face. He looked at me with a look of resignation and told me that any straight guy would of course want to fuck me, but he couldn’t because he was my father. “No, your my Daddy! Please Daddy? Fuck your little whore daughter? Please? I haven’t had a good fuck for so long, I’m too busy sexting with guys who don’t care about me. I need a man who cares about me to make me cum. I want that to be you!” I looked at him with a pleading look.

For several seconds he looked at me, I could see his brain working. Then he exhaled and said “ok. I’ll fuck my little Onlyfans daughter whore. But only because I love you and want you to be happy. That’s what a…” he didn’t finish the sentence, I was sticking my tongue down his throat.

The sex was gorgeous. We made out for a bit, then he rolled me over and ate me out. He was good, Mom was lucky. When he was ready he undressed, and asked for a condom. I told him I had a copper IUD and was clean, I wasn’t joking when I said I hadn’t been fucked for a long time. So he climbed over me and penetrated me raw. He slowly increased the tempo while managing to hit my G-spot. Damn, I was actually enjoying the sensation. I was holding back the urge to puke and trying to not think that the sperm that created me came out from the balls that were slapping into my taint, but every time I looked at his eyes he smiled at me and I got confused. He was trying to make me happy in the most disgusting way efficient.

After a bit I felt the orgasm come on, and I began to whimper. Once I started that he held his pace steady, and soon I felt the waves coming on. I moaned and panted “oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! Yeah! yeah!” almost as soon as I finished he came, he drove in deep and I felt him deposit my siblings deep in my vagina. Then he pulled out, got off the bed, and asked for something to clean himself with. I told him to take an undershirt from my drawer. He cleaned his cock and wiped my pussy, then got dressed. I was hoping to cuddle a bit, but he told me had to go, he had a long drive home. I sat on the edge of the bed with my gorgeous tits dangling and thanked him. He smiled, gave my boob a little squeeze, kissed me on the forehead and left. I would usually have walked him to his car, but I was naked and my legs were quivering.

Now for Step 3! I went to the corner of the room and got the Gopro that was there, and then got the Gorpo from the bedside table. I took them to my computer and began editing. The corner gopro captured most of the sex, you could me tackle him, hear us talking, hear him agree, and then see his butt thrusting up and down while his balls bounced. The bedside table camera got a perfect angle, better than expected. You could both of our faces as we fucked, and get little glimpse of his pubes smashing in to my shaved pubic region. When we came you could see our orgasm faces and see how excited he was to hear me call him Daddy when cumming. The corner camera even got a decent angle of him cleaning cum off his cock and out of my labia, you could tell we did it raw.

By 5am or so I had a good, 20 minute personal daddy/daughter porno put together. Video editing takes a while, especially when trying to use two cameras but one audio track. Don’t opinion and tell me it’s easy, I know I’m a noob. I uploaded it to Google Drive and shared it to the email address we’d been using for schoolwork. I then texted dad and thanked him for the great evening and told him I’d sent him a little memento of our reconciliation.

By then it was too late to sleep and I had class at 8:30, so I got my kitty knuckles and pepperspray and went for a walk. I sell my body to random men, but I still don’t like getting raped. At about 7 dad called me. He was furious. He accused me of lying to him, and demanded to know what I was actually doing. At first I played dumb, I told him I just wanted to remember our time. He called bullshit on that, he wanted to know why I had cameras in my room. I told him I was an Onlyfans girl, bedroom imagery was my job. He called bullshit again, he had seen all my Onlyfans content and never seen those angles. I told him he hadn’t seen all the customs I did. He called bull again.

So I told him the truth. I told him I was blackmailing him to give him a second chance. Yes, that is efficient. I was still mad that he used my online sex work to get back into my life instead of doing the right thing and being a real father. So I gave him a choice. He could keep being expectamore-58 and never talk to me again. If he chose that, I would delete all records of our video, and I would cease to have a father.

But if he wanted to be my father, he had to never again message me as expectamore-58. He could keep the profile and keep being subscribed to me, it was weird but by now I didn’t care. He’d seen enough. dad’s like to see what their kids are up to, if he wanted to be a proud dad seeing his daughter’s nudes he could. But he had to be my dad in real life. If he wanted to give me money he would transfer me money like a ordinary father. Same with schoolwork, most fathers don’t tip their naked daughters to help them with schoolwork.

And finally, he would never again see me naked or fuck me. He would get one hug per visit. And we would alternate visits so that he wouldn’t be the only one paying for gas. If he did this long enough and proved he wanted to be in my life, then I would delete my copies of the video and we would forget about it. But if he wanted me to delete them right away I would, but I wouldn’t see him. That was my revenge for how he violated my trust in him. What little I had left.

He wondered about it for a while. I almost wondered he had hung up, but I heard traffic in the background. Then he spoke. “You’re crazy. You are plain crazy. I try to be in your life, and you repay me by tricking me into sex and blackmailing me into being a good father AFTER I already proved I wanted a second chance? What the hell is wrong with the female mind? Your mother was just the same, she had these crazy thoughts that she insisted were rational. Are you really going to do this to a good father?”

I reminded him that we lived in a one-party consent state, I could record whatever I wanted. And I hadn’t published the video, so it wasn’t revenge porn. Yet. He asked what I would do with it. I said that if he tried to tell anyone I was doing Onlyfans I’d show them the video. I accepted that people might figure out, just like he did, but I would not have my biological father spreading the word. And I told him that he had already lost his wife because he kept calling her crazy, he was on the verge of losing his daughter. I was punishing him, I didn’t need to be logical. I was giving him a chance to pay penance, and telling him what he had to do to get full restitution.

After a long pause he agreed. I thanked him. He asked me if I loved him. I said that I needed time to understand how to respond to that. He said he understood, and then told me that he all the time loved me, I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I said I had to get ready for class.

I hate to disappoint all of you who were hoping for more incest, but the next year was brutally ordinary. As ordinary as efficient for a stripper/online whore. I went to class and studied. I shook my tits in guys’ faces and posted nudes online for money. I told guys with ugly dicks that they so hot and that I just had to swallow them. Any time I was having trouble with schoolwork I texted dad. He was surprisingly clever, it brought back good memories of homework time from childhood. Evey two weeks he transferred me what he could afford to. I felt bad for how much he gave, but not bad enough to refuse. Every two weeks we spent an afternoon together. Within about six months I was remembering how awesome of a man he was when he wasn’t drinking, ignoring us to watch TV or fighting with Mom. Every so often I’d send him a random fully-clothed selfie. dad’s think their daughters are gorgeous, they need to see them smiling.

When I graduated he came to graduation. I talked to the ceremony organizers so that he could sit in a separate section than Mom. He yelled like an idiot when I got my diploma. After the ceremony I handed him a thumb drive, I told him it had the last remaining copy I had of the video. He smiled and genuinely thanked me. It was symbolic, he already had it, and I had to delete the copies on my computer, but it was cool. I don’t know if he deleted his copies, maybe he kept it and still jacks off to it.

About six months later I got a full-time job that paid enough to stop stripping. I considered keeping the Onlyfans going, but I was sick of it. I felt gross sticking things in me for the pleasure of random guys. I didn’t want to know the volume of semen that had been ejaculated because of me. Maybe I wrecked marriages because husbands followed me. And I was at the point where I didn’t feel sexy anymore I was so used to being naked, I wanted to get back to that innocent feeling of feeling sexy showing skin. Maybe someday I’d discover a guy in real life.

I texted dad and told him I was gonna remove all my Onlyfans content, so if there was anything he liked he should screenshot it now. It was my joking way of telling him I was ending Onlyfans. He texted back and said go ahead, he already had his favourites saved. Gross. I hope he was joking.

That’s how I got my dad back. All I had to do was fuck my landlord, become a stripper, show my asshole and pussy to 15,000 subscribers, get creeped on by the man who conceived me, fuck my dad and blackmail him. I should write a Huffington Post article about reducing parental elimination. I could have just called my dad, or he could have called me, but this worked to. And I didn’t have to break any laws.

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