Daddy's Girl

Daddy's Girl

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, my spine snapping straight. Then I turned, putting a little sway into my hips to really make the skirt swirl. “Do you ... like it, Daddy?”

“The skirt’s a little long,” he said, “but your top is great. We’ll need to get you a strapless bra. Unless you already own one?”

“I don’t, Daddy.”

“We’ll fix that.”

I swallowed then reached for the door and opened it. I slipped in. Only the door didn’t close behind me right away. I turned and gasped as Daddy stood in there with me, his arms folded, his eyes on me as I clutched the next top.

“Well, this will be faster,” he nodded, his eyes rolling up and down my body. “You won’t have to keep coming and going.”

“I ... I don’t think it’s allowed for you to be in here, Daddy,” I trembled.

“I don’t care.” His eyes were so dark and commanding. “Now change. Show me your next lovely outfit.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I hastened to obey him. I pulled off the halter top. I felt so naked in just my bra, cupping my round breasts. My nipples were so hard, poking at the front. I don’t know why. I had worn my bikini around Daddy before and it showed just as much flesh. I wiggled out of my skirt, bending over to step out of it and pointing my panty-clad rear at Daddy.

“Cute pair,” he said. “Black. I like them.”

“Black? What...” My panties. My cheeks burned even more and the hot itch between my thighs swelled. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re growing up so fast.”

I straightened and pulled on a red, V necked blouse and turned to face him.

His cock bulged the front of his jeans. I froze, half-pulling on the top, my right arm through the sleeve, my left arm searching for the armhole. I sucked in a deep breath. Daddy was turned on right now.

I turned him on.

“Keep changing,” he ordered. “Don’t stop. I need to approve all your outfits.”

“D-do you approve all of Mom’s?”

“Why do you think I take her shopping? Your mother dresses to please me. She’s a good girl. And I know you want to be just like her, another good girl for Daddy.”

“I do,” I whispered. I pulled the top over my head and pulled my braid out the back. Then I grabbed a jean skirt I thought would be quite cute with this top. I stepped into the skirt, pulling it up my hips. It was tight. I sucked in a breath to get it up over me and then zipped up the side. It fell to my mid-thigh, a few artfully worn through spots showing off my pale thighs beneath.

Daddy nodded his head as I turned. “Now bend over,” he ordered. “Touch your toes.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I knew I had to do it with my ass facing him. I bent over, the skirt sliding up my thighs, revealing more and more of my flesh. I almost wished it was short enough to flash my panties at Daddy. The hot itch between my legs grew even hotter. I had to be wet, my panties soaking up my excitement.

I wanted to escape to a bathroom and masturbate.

“D-do you like them?” A tremble ran through me.

“They are perfect. You have great taste in clothing.” His hand stroked my bare thigh right beneath the hem of my skirt. I shuddered and moaned, the blood rushing to my head as I stayed bent over. What was he doing. “Just perfect. Okay, try on the next.”

My virgin body trembled as I turned. I could still feel his hand on my thigh even though he stopped touching me. It was the most intimate contact I had ever had with another person. I didn’t date much—Daddy didn’t approve and, unlike Alice, I was a good girl. I had barely kissed a boy let alone let one really touch me.

It was amazing to feel his hand on me. As I stripped down to my underwear, I wanted Daddy to touch me again.

I grabbed the one very short skirt I selected. I had never worn a miniskirt before. It was made of a stretchy, black material that hugged my ass when I pulled it on. It felt so exposed. It ended right below my butt-cheek. As I pulled on a purple belly skirt with dangling, golden fringes around the hem, I felt like at any moment the skirt would slide up my flesh and expose my panties.

“Now that is a skirt,” Daddy said, as I faced him, the tasseled fringes caressing my belly and back as they swayed. “Yes, it is. Turn around. Let me see your ass.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I turned, so aware that I was turning him on. He groaned. His hands reached out, touching me. It was so wrong. No father should touch his daughter like that, especially not when she was underage, but I didn’t care. It was so wonderful. His hands so strong as they squeezed me.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered as his hands kneaded me. “Mmm, you’re making Daddy so happy. Now bend over. Let’s see how this skirt moves.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My pussy clenched as I bent over. He let go of my ass as I did. I gasped when I pressed back into his cock bulging his jeans. I felt it along the top of my ass as I bent over, my braid falling to the floor. I fought the urge to grind back against him. My pussy was so itchy. I wanted to be touched.

Needed to be touched.

I didn’t care if it was my Daddy doing the touching.

That would just make it hotter.

“What a gorgeous skirt,” he groaned, gripping my hips. He moved, sliding his bulge up and down against my ass, moving it lower. It pressed against my pussy. I felt him through all our clothing. So big. So thick. Was he bigger than a normal guy? What would he feel like in me?

Incestuous passions gripped me. I wanted my father to fuck me right here, right now.

“Melody, kneel,” he ordered, grinding harder against me.”

“Kneel?”

His hand smacked on my ass. I yelped as the burning pain shot through me. I didn’t understand why that made my pussy even warmer. “I gave you an order. What happens when girls are bad.”

“We’re spanked, Daddy.”

He rubbed my ass where his hand landed. “Well?”

I spun around and knelt before him, the thin carpet of the changing room rough on my knees. I stared up at him. He seemed even taller than usual. The changing room’s light shone above his head, making him a dark shadow.

“You’ve made me hard,” he continued. “You’ve excited me. Good girls take care of the problems they create.”

I stared at his cock, my eyes widening. “I ... What are you wanting me to do, Daddy?” This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t. We were in the changing room. I know I was horny and wanted my Daddy, but they were just fantasies.

Incestuous, forbidden fantasies.