He watches his friend take his daughter.
The following story has themes of incest, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. This is purely for entertainment only.
Enjoy reading..
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“Steph!” my dad called. “I’m going to the shops. Your mom says you need to get new underwear, are you ready to go?”
I froze. Underwear shopping with dad? How embarrassing! It was bad enough to go with mom. She always made me buy such chaste and sensible things when all I wanted was lace and slutty underwear.
“Can’t I just have your credit card and go with Tori?” I asked him.
“You’ve got to be kidding? After the prom dress incident?” he looked at me as though I was insane. I’d been given dad’s credit card to go shopping for a prom dress and I’d spent three times as much as I was allowed and my mom had almost had a heart attack when she saw how revealing it was. She’d taken out her needle and thread to make it more decent before she let me out of the house that night.
I sulked, but went with dad. I was going off to college in a couple of weeks’ time and I needed to get more of everything. This week it was underwear. We drove in silence, but didn’t stop at the discount store where mom always got our underwear. Instead he drove on, into the slightly seedy part of town and pulled up outside a shop with blackened windows. He motioned for me to come with him. When we entered the shop I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was sexy lingerie heaven. There was not a cotton panty in sight. I looked at dad.
“Mom said to get you 5 bras and 10 panties,” he said. “Start picking.”
I started wandering around, feeling the lacy and silky material between my fingers and getting that familiar wet tingly sensation between my legs. Only display models were out so I picked up a few that I liked and took them to the counter where a man was reading a magazine.
“Do you, uhm, have these in, uhm, other sizes?” I asked him tentatively, feeling embarrassed and wanting to talk to a female assistant.
“I have any size you want,” he said.
“I’d, uhm, like, uhm…” I couldn’t say it out loud with my dad next to me, looking intently at the bras I’d picked up.
“She wants 36D,” my dad said and I blushed. I didn’t realise my dad knew my bra size.
The guy disappeared with the display models and came back with my size. Dad matter-of-factly pulled them out of the boxes and held them up against me. I just wanted to die. When he was satisfied they’d fit me he ordered two matching panties for each bra. I couldn’t speak. I just stood there and watched as the man brought a g-string and a full panty version for each bra and my dad nodded in agreement.
Just as I thought the ordeal was over my dad picked up a black silk push-up teddy and held it against me. Normally I would’ve loved the idea of owning this garment, but today I just wanted to get out. Dad ordered it in my size and it was placed in the bag with the rest of the underwear. He paid and we left. I didn’t speak during the drive home.
“I know you’re not a virgin,” dad said. “Your mom has seen the semen stains in your panties. I just thought you should go off to college with clothes fit for an 18-year old, not a 12-year old.”
“Thanks daddy,” I said. It had been an embarrassing outing, but I was so happy that my dad understood what it is like to be 18 in the 21st century.
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A week later my mom had gone away on a weekend conference. Dad and I had had pizza for dinner and we were stretching out in front of the TV.
“Have you tried any of your new underwear, Steph?” he asked me out of the blue.
“No daddy,” I replied. “I thought I’d better save them for when I go away. I don’t want mom confiscating them.”
“Good thinking, baby,” he replied and smiled at me. He glanced at his watch, it was almost 8. “But mom isn’t here right now. Why don’t you let me see what I paid for? Put on that black teddy I bought you and model it for your old dad.”
I was about to protest, but I’d been dying to try it on. What harm could it do? I went to my room, grateful that I’d shaved in the shower that morning. I took the teddy out of the bag and put my legs in it. I pulled it up like a swimsuit. It was so firm around my body that it didn’t need the shoulder straps to hold my breasts up. They were squeezed up from below and served on a tray of black lace that only just covered my nipples. The whole garment was semi-transparent and it was obvious that I shaved my pussy. I wondered if I should show myself like this to my daddy, but he’d picked it so he obviously knew what to expect.
“Ready or not, here I come!” I called out and re-entered the living room. I was shocked to see a man on the couch next to my dad.
“You look beautiful, Steph,” my dad said and walked up to me. “Turn around and let us see all of you.”
My dad took hold of my shoulders and spun me around, the smile on the stranger’s face grew wider.
“Excellent tits and ass, Eric,” the stranger said.
“So we’ve got a deal?” dad asked, still holding me by the shoulders, stopping me from moving.
“Oh yes,” the stranger said and nodded.
“Steph, honey,” my dad turned to me. “This is Dave. I want you to go over and greet him.”
He gave me a mild push and I walked over to the couch where Dave was sitting. I extended my hand. “Hi Dave.”
“Greet him properly, baby,” dad told me. “With a kiss.”
I leaned forward and felt as though my tits were going to fall out of the teddy. I kissed Dave’s cheek.
Dad came up behind me and grabbed hold of my waist; I could feel his growing bulge against my ass. “A proper kiss, baby, with tongue.”
My dad held me tight so I couldn’t turn around and run out of the room. I shook as I leaned forward again, placing my lips against Dave’s. He didn’t do anything so I parted my lips slightly and pressed my tongue against his lips. He parted his lips and sucked me in, letting his tongue play with mine. My dad’s grip on my waist disappeared and Dave reached up and pulled me onto his lap. He kept kissing me and one of his hands started caressing my tit through the lace. I couldn’t help feeling aroused.
In the corner of my eye I could see my dad getting comfortable in a recliner that faced the couch. He was stroking his bulge as he watched Dave and me kissing. Then Dave pulled one of my tits out of the lace and both popped out. My nipples were big and hard and he immediately closed his lips around one, sucking and biting it.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked in surprise, not wanting to let on that his actions sent more and more tingles to my pussy.
Dave didn’t stop other than to take my other breast in his mouth.
“Just go with it Steph,” my dad urged me. “You know you like it.”
He was right; I loved the feelings that went through the pit of my stomach to my pussy and back. I loved how Dave was now massaging my ass while sucking on my tits. I loved the feeling of his hardening erection against my thigh.