I squirmed with excitement all through breakfast, and not just because my panties were a sodden mess. I couldn’t wait. So I was thrilled when we finished breakfast and we could get going. Only we weren’t leaving right away. Daddy had work at the church. He told me to be there after lunch.
Which left me helping Mother with the spring cleaning around the house. We polished the silverware while I stared at her and shook my head. She didn’t like sex. And poor Daddy had to find it from other women to satisfy the desires awoken by sinful harlots. If she would just be a whore, like me, then Daddy never would have cheated on her.
But then I never would have learned all about sex and how wonderful Daddy’s cock was.
So maybe it was for the best that she was a tight ass, as Deacon Bill put it.
Finally, lunch past, I was at the church and climbing into Daddy’s Buick. It was an older car my parents bought in the early Fifties when I was a kid, but Daddy took great care of it. I sat on the passenger seat. There were no seat belts like on the newer car, and I sat perched with excitement as we drove into Los Angeles.
And to a seedy part of town. I had heard of the Sunset Strip before. Boys whispered about going down there and buying nudie magazines. And I could see why. Between the bars, there were shops advertising XXX magazines and burlesque clubs promising “Live Nude Go Go Dancers.” It was all so sinful.
“Daddy, what type of outreach are we doing here?” I asked. “Are we trying to stop all the sinful fornication?”
Daddy glanced at me, his face stern. “This is where whores go, and you want to be one.”
“I do, Daddy,” I grinned. “Do you want me to dance at a burlesque show and reveal my naked body to all the horny men?”
“Does that make that sinful hole between your thighs wet?”
“So much, Daddy. Want to feel? I cleaned up from earlier. So all the juices are mine.”
“You are a wicked temptress.”
I reached over, rubbing his bulging cock straining his dark-brown slacks. “So wicked, Daddy.” If the gear shifter wasn’t in the way, I would lean over and suck on him as he drove. But it was, so I just rubbed him until he parallel parked before a movie theater called the Sunset Playhouse. An arrow lined in blinking, yellow bulbs flashed around a sign promising “Adult Movies.”
I blinked. “What is this place, Daddy? I didn’t think we were going to the movies.”
“They show stag films here,” he answered.
“Stag films?” My eyebrows furrowed.
“Blue films.”
I shook my head. “I have a lot to learn, Daddy.” I swallowed. “Are they … pornographic?”
He smiled.
A wicked, hot thrill shot through me. I shuddered and squeezed his hard cock. Pornographic films. I didn’t know what made them stag or blue, but I was eager to see other people fucking. It was so hot when I watched Daddy fuck Donna Paxtor. I licked my lips and hopped out of the car. A hot shudder ran through my body as I stepped into the warm day.
I moved to Daddy, hooking my arm in his as we headed into the seedy theater. A bored man in a rumpled, red uniform, manned the desk. His eyes flicked to me and something stirred in them. He straightened, eyeing my youthful, schoolgirl looks.
I bet not too many girls looking like me came in here. What did the man think my relationship to Daddy was? I bet he thought I was his escort. His prostitute.
I was Daddy’s whore.
“Silver dollar for you,” the clerk said to Daddy. “She can get in for free. Matinee special for the ladies.”
The way he spoke made me shiver. My nipples ached in my bra. He stared at me like I was meat. Hot, hungry, succulent meat he wanted to feast on. I wiggled in my skirt, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I wondered what his cock was like. Was it hard and thick like Daddy’s? Would he love to feel my lips wrapped about his dick?
I gave him a smile, full of all my innocent and wanton lust. He groaned, hand clenching tight on the counter’s edge. Daddy slapped down a silver dollar coin then swept me past the man into the theater. There was a disreputable lobby. Everything looked worn down, far past its prime. In the thirties, this must have been a beautiful place with velvet curtains and gold walls, but now it looked so sad.
From the door leading to the theater, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a woman’s passionate, throaty moan. A muffled, “Yes, yes, yes,” came through the door. My excitement peaked. The movie had already started and there was fucking going on in there.
Daddy put his arm around my shoulder and led me in, pushing open the door. There, on the screen, was a woman being fucked from behind, her face twisted with passion, her breasts jiggling beneath her. The man’s body thrust hard, his hands gripping her waist.
“Take it, whore. Take it all!” the man growled.
“Oh, yes! Oh, fuck!”
The theater was dark, but I noticed scattered men throughout it, watching the screen. Many wore suits like Daddy, businessmen on their lunches enjoying a cheap thrill, and others had the look of beatniks and even one with long hair like a hippie. They were focused on the screen. A few men’s arms moved, and as I walked past a row, I could see a man jerking his cock, eyes locked on the screen.
A hot thrill shot through me as I studied his cock.
Daddy led me into the middle of the theater. We moved down the aisle then shuffled down the row to find our seats, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The screen was so large, the sex filling my vision as I sank down onto the seat beside Daddy. The woman’s face twisted.
She was cumming.
“Wow, Daddy,” I gasped, my eyes drinking in the filthy sight. My thighs pressed together, rubbing, trying to take the pressure off my aching clit.