Daddy's Girl

Daddy’s Girl

“Oh, hello,” the teenage worker greeted when we walked into the shop. She was a few years older than me. “Out with Daddy, huh?”

“Yes,” I blushed, squirming, embarrassed. I was old enough that I shouldn’t have my father with me shopping for bra and panties.

“Come on,” Dad said, putting his hand on my lower back and subtly pushing me, guiding me to the racier bras and panties.

“Wow, you have a cool Dad,” the girl laughed as Dad pulled out a lacy, almost completely see through pair of soft-purple panties.

“Thanks,” I blushed as Daddy grabbed a red thong with a lacy, black bow in the tiny triangle of material that would appear above my butt.

I didn’t choose a single pair. Daddy chose them all. I was dressing to please him now. He found me several bras without straps, and others that matched my underwear and were equally racy. I blushed to my roots when he grabbed one bra that had holes cut out for my nipples to poke through.

He grabbed a pair of crotchless panties to go with it.

“Very cool dad,” laughed the girl when she noticed.

“Now lets go try these on,” Daddy said, guiding me through the store as I held an armful of lacy, beautiful things.

“Yes, Daddy.”

When we reached the stall and my dad opened it and went to follow me in, the girl objected. “Sir, you’re not going in there.”

“I’m her father,” he said. “And I will not be questioned by a girl half my age. Show some respect or I will bend you over my knee and spank you the way your father should have.”

She blinked and swallowed. “I ... I ... Sorry sir.”

“Now I need to make sure everything is perfect for my little girl.”

The salesgirl blushed and shifted her shoulders, not sure what to say. Dad closed the door behind us. She did not object. I grinned at Daddy. He was such a stud.

Another bulge tented Daddy’s jeans as I pulled off my belly shirt and reached behind me to remove my bra. He had already seen my pussy, but he hadn’t seen my breasts. I took a deep breath. They were so small compared to Mom’s. Sure they were bigger than Alice’s, and they were nice and firm while my nipples made impressive nubs, but would he like them?

But Mom had large tits. Even in her conservative blouses, it was obvious she was packing.

I unhooked my bra and shifted my shoulders. The straps fell down them. I took a deep breath and pulled the cups away from my breasts. Daddy’s eyes fell on my round, firm breasts. His hands seized them. I gasped, my nipples aching as his palms rubbed them.

“Daddy,” I moaned, trembling I stared up at him. “D-do you like them?”

“They’re gorgeous,” Daddy growled, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.

I gasped. It was amazing. My eyes widened. Pleasure shot straight down to my pussy like there was an express elevator through my nerves connecting them. My pussy clenched as he rubbed harder, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“I-I’m glad you like them, Daddy.”

His right hand slid up from my breast, caressed my neck, and then lifted my head. Daddy leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes as his strong lips moved against mine. His fingers pinched my right nipple as I sighed into the kiss. He claimed me. I was his good girl.

I was breathless when he broke the kiss. Then I gasped when I realized my hands were on his side, rubbing his muscles through his shirt. I couldn’t help it. He as so strong. I slipped down the front, rubbing his abs.

“You’re hard again, Daddy. Do you need me to blow you?”

“I need you to turn around, lean against the wall, and get ready to have your cherry popped.”

“I-in the store?” I gasped. “With the girl out there? What if she hears us?”

His smile grinned. “Your mother always loves it when I fuck her in the changing room. I bet you will, too. You love the danger. You were dripping wet on the walk over here, afraid someone would notice you weren’t wearing panties while not understanding why it made you so wet.”

“I didn’t understand, Daddy. I was scared but ... thrilled. Exhilarated.”

“Now turn around,” he growled as he popped the fastener of his jeans. “And be quiet. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“No, Daddy.” I turned and leaned against the wall, bracing myself as I trembled.

I was about to lose my virginity. And not in a bed with romantic music playing on my honeymoon. Not even with a boy I snuck into the house who I was crazy in love with. I even thought I might lose in the backseat of a car on a date.

But I never thought I would lose it to my father in the dressing room. This wasn’t romantic.

It was something better. Something more exhilarating, more existing. It was sexier.

My pussy clenched as his zipper rasped. I looked over my shoulder as Daddy pulled out his dick. He stroked it. He was hard again, the tip throbbing with pleasure. I remembered how wide he was. Could he fit back there?

His hands seized my slim hips, pulling me back a bit and forcing me to bend over more to keep leaning. His dick prodded the cheeks of my ass, smearing precum as he moved. It traced a pattern of burning bliss on my ass.

And then he grabbed it. He guided it between my legs. My eyes widened as he rubbed it on my virgin flesh. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode out of me. He rubbed his cock up and down my cunt and found my hymen.

“Daddy,” I moaned, still looking over my shoulder at him.

“I think you need a gag,” he grinned and pulled my dirty panties out of his pocket. He shoved it into my mouth.

I tasted my tart juices and his salty cum.

Daddy thrust his cock.