“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 exciting. 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.
I moaned into the panties, my head snapping back while his dick reamed my pussy. My hymen hardly stopped him. In moments he was in me, stretching my hole wider and wider. I groaned louder through the panties, pain burning in my depths as his cock buried into me. His groin pressed into my ass as his hands hugged me.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just relax and take Daddy’s cock. Don’t be afraid. I always make sure good girls are rewarded.”
His left hand wandered up and seized my left breast. He pinched the nipple while his right hand went south. It shoved between my legs and rubbed at my soft curls before he found my favorite place on my body.
My clitoris.
I moaned “Daddy” into my panties as he rubbed it. My pussy clenched on his cock. Pleasure replaced pain. His diddling washed it away. I shifted my hips, his cock moving inside of me. My eyes widened. More pleasure rippled out of my pussy.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “You’re becoming Daddy’s good girl.”
His hips drew back. My pussy clung to his flesh. My back arched and my hips shifted. I moaned again, loving every inch of his flesh. He rubbed harder at my clit. Duel delights washed through my body.
Daddy thrust in.
My head snapped up again. I bucked and moaned. It was so amazing. His cock slid through my folds. His groin slapped into my butt. I moaned into the panties, loving every moment of our incestuous union of flesh. The very cock that fucked my mother and spurted the cum that conceived me now hammered my own pussy.
I was Daddy’s good girl.
The thought, combined with my day’s worth of excitement. The salesgirl was just outside the door, unaware we were committing such an incestuous act. My pussy clenched down on Daddy’s cock while my clit throbbed beneath his strumming fingers.
I came.
It was the best orgasm ever. All my masturbation paled to the delight of Daddy’s cock fucking my pussy.
The pleasure shot through me in powerful waves. My body undulated with each one. They reached my mind, smothering my thoughts in delight. The small changing room spun about me as my body drank in every blast of Daddy’s taboo seed while I moaned into my panties.
Stars danced in my eyes.
My Daddy’s cock fucked me faster.
The pleasure kept building. Swelling. I moaned again and again. His dick thrust harder and harder. My orgasm didn’t stop. It kept going, drowning me in bliss. I bit down on my panties as the ecstasy consumed me.
“My good girl,” he groaned as he buried his cock into me.
His dick erupted.
His cum flooded my pussy.
I felt so close with Daddy. I was his woman, his good girl. His hands stroked me as he gasped for his breath. His incestuous seed was in me. I wasn’t on birth control. I didn’t care if we conceived a child. I never wanted him to let me go.
“Is everything all right in there?” the salesgirl asked.
“Perfect,” Daddy answered and pulled his dick out of my pussy. “Right, sweetheart?”
I pulled my panties out of my mouth. “It’s wonderful,” I sighed. “So many beautiful panties and bras. I’m such a lucky girl.”
“Sounds like it,” laughed the salesgirl. “My Dad would never buy me such… daring panties and bras.”
“I guess you weren’t a good girl.” I was. And I earned my reward. It dripped out of me.
I stepped into my dirty panties to contain it. I couldn’t wait for the rest of our three weeks alone.
To be continued…