Gender: Male Age: 30 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Jason and Kellie go shopping.|
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Sunday dawned with the realization that I was my fourteen year old daughter’s sex slave and today she was going to have me take her on a shopping spree.
Yesterdays events were too vivid to be a dream… I don’t dream that good. I masturbated while sucking Kellie’s nipple. After hearing about all the things she’s done with her girlfriends all the things her girlfriends have done with boys and their own fathers and most memorable she told me about all the things she and I would do together.
The shopping trip puzzled me. I suppose if she has a full dominatrix attitude her clothes should match.
I went down and breakfasted with my family. It was a slow Sunday morning and Kellie announced to the others, “Daddy and I are gonna go to the mall for a while.”
I think I even held my breath but no one seemed to read anything devious about this. I suppose I thought the word “Lecher” would be burning across my forehead. But my family was unfazed by her statement. Samantha, Kellie’s little sister, said she was going to a friend’s house and her friends parents would look after them. My wife Karen said she would drop her off before coming home to relax with a book.
After Kellie said she was ready and we said goodbye to Karen and Sam, I went to the car with Kellie following. Kellie was wearing a tight fitting white polo shirt that hugged her breasts and stomach and a short but not slutty blue skirt, mid thigh length. I watched as the fabric crept up her thigh as she got into the car. We had the radio going and she was in no hurry to explain her desires, I finally had to turn the radio off and ask.
“Mistress what are we going to do today?”
“Daddy, you’re taking me shopping. I want a more grown up look. Like miss junior executive with a lot of sex appeal. I’ll know it when I see it. You’re going to help me look so look for business-like clothes that are going to be revealing and tight.
“Like a corporate dominatrix or something.” I sort of got the image in my head, Kellie looking older ready to lead a meeting in a boardroom with a riding crop in one hand and a short skirt, tight fitting, business suit.
Kellie smiled, “Good word for it Daddy.” She looked me over in that odd-beautiful-appraising way that I was quickly coming to think of as her ‘mistress’ face, “It’ll work. You are going to help me pick out things, carry the bags, pay obviously… and if you’re a good slave you’ll get a treat.”
We drove on in silence for a minute; I was lost in lustful anticipation. She spoke up again. “I need clothes, shoes and I’ll need to go to the salon for a makeover too.”
I smiled. The distant ‘Dad’ part of my brain thought that this hit to the wallet was way too much, but the ‘Slave’ part of my brain knew this wasn’t typical teenager shopping, this was my mistress’s shopping for sexy things.
We got to the mall and went into the main department store. I wasn’t sure where to begin, but it was my role to follow not lead and Kellie went off to the junior business-wear area.
She picks up and examines blouses that remind me of men’s dress shirts. I quickly imagine her in one of my dress shirts and the thought causes my cock to stiffen. She sorts through various colors and styles picking out a number handing them to me to hold till she goes to the changing room. All her choices seem a size too small. This would make them very tight fitting on her athletic frame.
We went through skirts, all business-like all shorter than they should be. She found dress pants with the thin tight material that I imagined will hug her hips and tightly wrap her thighs.
She then found a good tight looking business jacket and went to get stockings and bras. She found only two pairs of stockings that interested her, but found about four bras to go with her blouses.
She looks over toward the dressing room. We walk toward it on her way she stops. She picks up a pair of suspenders and put the on the now bulging stack of clothes in my arms. The thought of Diane Keaton in Annie Hall comes to mind then I imagine Kellie dressed that way and my penis now hard twitches, her stack of clothes cover it.
We go into the changing area and the young employee there stops me. “No men are allowed in the ladies changing area sir. Sorry.”
I started to explain that it was my daughter but was ready to give up.
Kellie marched over to her. “There isn’t anyone in there. We’re the only customers. And we have over 200 dollars of merchandise here if you want to lose that sale we’ll go somewhere else, but my Daddy is coming in with me.”
The clerk looked at her speechless.
I said, “If there’s no one else in there I’ll go in one fitting room she’ll change in another and come and show me how she looks.”
The young lady looks at me and mutters that she will make an exception and walks off.
I lay the stack of clothes in Kellie’s room then go sit in the one next to it after closing the door.
I waited a minute or two and Kellie came in with her first outfit
She walked in unbuttoning the top few buttons of a champagne colored blouse so that I could see flashes of a tan bra underneath. This was the first glimpse of Kellie in a bra. She wore beige suit pants that hug her thighs. She gave me a turn to model the clothes and I can see a cute panty line from her tight pants and thought she’d need a thong. The momentary flash of imagining her in a g-string made me light headed. Facing me again Kellie leans over and puts her hand firmly on the crotch of my khakis. She squeezes my cock and strokes it. I grabbed her ass cheeks and molded them in my hands while looking at her breasts encased in her bra. I ran one hand down her thigh squeezing her young firm leg through her pants.
Kellie looks me in the eye and kisses me hard, grabbing my lower lip between her teeth then releasing it. “Do you like outfit number one?” She squeezes my cock hard again as she asks. I can only nod. “Take your cock out for outfit number two.” With that order she releases my cock turns and walks out of my dressing room and into hers.
I unzipped my pants and slipped my cock through the front of my briefs and untucked my shirt to hide it. Then I waited for Kellie to return in her second outfit. How many outfits would she have? How far would she go with me having my prick out?
Kellie’s dressing room door opened then mine did and she again slipped in. This outfit consisted of a black skirt about knee length, black stockings a white dress shirt under the good looking black business jacket. Kellie again did a model’s twirl to let me see the back then unbuttoned the jacket showing the white blouse with a very visible black bra underneath.
She bent toward me grabbing my penis from under my shirt and started stroking it in long full strokes. She had told me she’d never touched a boy or man before but her technique made that hard to believe. I stifled a groan and thrust my hips toward her hand.
She must have read my thoughts, because she whispered, “I had the twins teach me the right way to jack a man off so I’d do it right for you. It feels better than I imagined it would feel. Its soft and hard I thought it be solid, or not like skin at all. I like it a lot.”
While she stroked me I slid my hands up her stockings and up under her skirt to her thighs. My hands cupped the inside of her thighs until my fingers made contact with her panties. I had finally touched my daughter’s fourteen year old pussy through her little cotton underwear. I stroked my fingertips over the indentation of her lips, making tiny circles, then rubbing her mound. She moaned softly at this, but to my surprise didn’t allow me to continue. She stepped away from me and continued to stroke my cock firmly.
After a moment she looked into my eyes, then dropped her head down to take me into her mouth. Any other girl would do this on her knees, but Kellie wouldn’t submit so she bent from the waste till her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and her tongue made a bold first taste of its little hole. She sucked the head gently and drew about half of me into her mouth. She released me and licked her way back to the tip. Then she sucked me in again. I was in ecstasy and had to stop from thrusting into her no longer virgin mouth. She took me almost another inch, as I said before I’m not porn star length, she was down four and a half of my seven inches but she combined suction and tongue like a professional.
She released me again this time with a loud smacking sound. She nervously looked around and listened for activity to see if that had been heard. Satisfied that we hadn’t, she licked the tip and continued. Her third suck made her elicit a wonderful “mmm” sound vibrating my shaft in her mouth. She sucked down taking 3/4 of me this time; her tongue swirling around teasing the seam along the bottom of my cock. When she withdrew my cock from her mouth she gently dragged my teeth along the shaft bringing a new sensation. This was something my wife never did, but she is as submissive as I am. I was in heaven from my cock-sucking little daughter.
“One more outfit to go daddy… I assume you liked this one too?”
Again all I could do was nod.
“Slide your underwear down so I can play with your balls too. Oh and jerk off while I change, but don’t cum. Milk some pre-cum out so I can lick it off.”
I could only nod again. She left once more and went to her own cubicle I was left with my own cock, which was so recently in her mouth. I slid my underwear down inside my khakis so my balls were free. My hand gripped the base and drew up and a dollop of pre-cum oozed out. I stroked my self till a little rivulet began to run down the underside of my prick.
Soon I heard footsteps outside the fitting room door my cock was out and I thought I’d be in the deepest shit of my life if it isn’t Kellie coming in. But luckily it was and my jaw dropped. Kellie stood with her hair in a ponytail; she wore another tight white blouse, a gray wool skirt much tighter than the last one and the black suspenders. I knew instantly that there was no bra under the shirt and the straps of the suspenders went right across her nipples which poked through erect.
“My God,” I said. She smiled and did her model turn for me to see. Then facing me again she undid the buttons of her shirt and climbed into my lap to kiss me. As our lips met, one of my hands went straight to her breasts cupping one while running my thumb over the nipple. My other hand slid up her legs, which were stocking-less but smooth and young, and up her thigh till I felt…nothing. She had taken her panties off as well. I made my first contact with my daughter’s wet nether lips: So soft, shaven and perfect. I moaned into her mouth as we kissed and she bit into my lower lip, sucking hard. My fingers, after teasing the lips and stroking once or twice up and down, went to the hole and slid my middle finger in to the first knuckle. She gasped and clenched around the intrusive digit locking it in place. I took my thumb and teased at her clit and she began to ride the tip of my finger. She broke away from the kiss and put her mouth by my ear to whisper “Good slave you get a treat,” followed by her nibbling on my ear.
She showed more self control than I have ever had and got off of my lap and away from my fingers and looked down at my penis. She bent down once more and took the slippery head in her mouth.
I could hear and feel her moan her approval at the taste of my pre-cum. And felt her lick my cock up and down like a Popsicle. Her mouth sucked in one of my balls and I saw another drop of juice bubble out of the top. She took the other testicle in her mouth and hummed as she gently sucked. She licked back up to the tip and sucked the pre-cum off while licking the head.
Then she sucked me into her mouth she went beyond three quarters of my cock as she dove onto it. She stopped at the entrance to her throat and the tip of my cock slowly went further. There was only about two inches not in her mouth. I was shocked she raised her head and dropped down again leaving only an inch and a half left. Her fingers curled around the remainder and she jerked me while sucking and licking. It was too much for me. “Kellie I’m coming” I spoke barely above a whisper (I must have had some part of my brain aware that screaming these words would’ve been a very bad idea). She hummed a positive “mm-hmm,” and sucked harder and I came.
She swallowed it all and I came more then than I had in years. She was still smiling around my squirting cock and that made me twitch even more. Finally my cum stopped and she licked the tip, savored the last mouthful, rolling it around for her first good taste, smiled and swallowed it.
Standing up again she said “Good, So you like these three outfits I need some heels and need twenty bucks for a present for you meet me outside the changing room in five minutes.” I gave her the twenty and she kissed me hard, swirling her tongue in my mouth, then left.
I sat resting, catching my breath and trying to regain my composure. I pulled my underwear and pants up and went to meet my now normally dressed teenage daughter outside the changing room. She handed me the three outfits that were the “Keep” pile. Leaving a bit of the rest and we went to the shoe section.
“I bought you a present too.” She said as we looked at high heels to go with her new look and persona.
I was puzzled but whatever my little girl/Mistress wanted was fine by me.
She decided to try on four styles of high heels: an ankle high stiletto boot, a strappy sandal high heels, and two styles of pumps. She asked the sales clerk for her size and told me under her breath “your job is to put them on me.”
I was confused but didn’t mind the task I’ve never been a fan of feet and I knew my mistress wouldn’t tell me to kiss, lick, or suck them in public. So when the sales person came back with the sizes (all of which were miraculously in stock) Kellie told her that her back hurt and I would help her put them on and the salesperson left. I got to my knees and began the task.
I unlaced her tennis shoes and removed the socks. She started with one of the pairs of pumps, cream colored with a three and a half inch heel. I raised her leg and slip the shoe onto her foot, then looked up at her to see her reaction and saw up her skirt to a tiny thong she must have ran to purchase after we left the fitting room. My eyes glued to the tiny tight red cloth covering her pretty pussy, until I was finally able to look up to her eyes.
Kellie smiled at my expression and kicked me lightly so I would put the other shoe on. With both shoes on Kellie stood up and walked around me in a slow circle. Then she sat down again lifting her foot to my hands and flashing the thong covered cunt again. “The second pair, Slave.” I quickly looked around but no one was in earshot.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said as removed that pair and put on the strappy high heels. These were much more revealing and allowed me to admire her toes and legs. They also involved buckles so I was able to caress her feet while strapping her up. “I’d love to lick these if we were alone,” I thought to myself and almost said out loud if the salesperson didn’t come back to check on us.
Kellie dismissed her again and I strapped up her other shoe, my eyes running from her feet to her thong that had a small but visible wet spot soaked through the satin. Kellie stood and walked another circle. I thought these shoes made her ass look amazing and I whispered that to her when she sat again.
She only smiled in response, “next pair Daddy.” I unstrapped her and put on the other pair of pumps, tan with a four and a quarter inch heel. I held her leg higher than needed so that I could manipulate the view of her panties, causing the fabric to stretch tight over her wet, slightly parted lips. I did the same with the other shoe and let her walk around again.
Kellie looked magnificent in these her legs looked amazing, and her walk was sexy enough to turn anyone’s head. “Kellie if those are comfortable for you, we should get them. They are the best looking ones yet.” She stopped in front of the mirror and looked.
“Yeah, these and the sandal ones, we’ll get but I want to try the boots too,” she said sitting down again. I removed the pumps and put on the boots holding her calves and alternatively looking up to her eyes and up her skirt to her panties.
The boots came to her ankles and had a zip up the side in black patent leather. I was almost massaging her soles in between removing shoes and putting on the next pair. I was entranced by her feet and did admit to her that I’d love to kiss them when not in public. She said that she noticed I was hard again and we looked at each other with lust in our eyes. Kellie after a moment kicked me again telling me to put her other boot on and leaned back exposing her thong covered pussy again, of which the front was quite wet.
After both boots were on she stood and walked the circle again. She looked good in these in a less eye-popping way. I thought she could get away wearing these to high school without getting into too much trouble. The tan pumps would be less noticeable with her tan pants that she tried on today but they’d turn heads in any skirt.
She looked thoughtful. I asked “they look good. Do they fit?”
“Yeah. They fit fine. Its just they aren’t as sexy as I was hoping. I wanted longer ones you know?”
“Sure honey, but these you can wear out and we can always look in sex shops for sexy knee high boots or something like that.”
She smiled and said she liked that idea and we went off to make our purchases. “I need to cool off for a bit I’m ready for my makeover why don’t you drop me off at the salon then go get some takeout food for us.”
I consented and went to her salon, she got out and he went to the sandwich shop. She was in the chair when I returned her back length dirty blond hair in the hands of the stylist. I overheard the words “short,” “bob,” and as they looked through magazines “flapper” and “pixie” seemed to come up they made a mutual decision. I just got that it was going to be short. I’m a ‘typical guy,’ I suppose.
I flipped through the magazines trying not to intrude on the girl time that my daughter was having with the stylist. The tone of the conversation appeared to have them both pleased with the progress.
She got up and so did I, ready to see my mistress in her new persona. She looked amazing… very short hair compared to how I’ve been used to her for most of her life. She looked both severe and youthful and sexy. Hair curled behind her ears but not far down her neck. It reminded me of Renee Zelwegger crossed with Victoria (the new look for Posh Spice… for those who remember that far back) Beckham.
“Wow!” I said “you look great Sweetie… that look will take some getting used to.”
“I’m growing up Daddy”
“I see that Hon. Or should I say Ma’am.” The stylist giggled a bit and Kellie slapped my arm. I paid and we left to have our sandwiches in the car.
We drove around till I found a decent place to park away from the road. We ate our sandwiches and chatted about the day and her new look. We finished eating but sat continuing our conversation, and enjoying each others company.
“Daddy my back is itchy from my haircut, I’m going to take my shirt off for a while.”
“Sure, sweetie, I’m not gonna mind. Hey, turn around and I’ll brush any stray hairs off your back and neck.”
She turned and I swept at her neck and shoulders with my finger tips. I blew at her neck and started brushing the top of her back. My hands moved lower and I was blowing any itchiness off her right then left shoulder.
“Thank you Daddy.” Kellie shifted back toward me. Her voice was getting sultry.
My lips came down on her neck. I kissed up to her ear, where I nibbled, taking the lobe between my lips and teeth and sucking softly. I trailed my lips down to her shoulder.
Kellie leaned forward letting me have access to her back. I kissed down her shoulders and began softly scraping my teeth against her skin. My hands went around her to play with her chest.
I quickly unhooked her bra and took her breasts in my hands stroking the nipples while kissing further down her spine.
Kellie leaned back quickly forcing me to stop. She spun around till she was sitting forward in the seat. “Get on the floor, Slave. You get to suck my pussy.”
She shucked off her skirt leaving her in the still damp thong.
“Start at my knees and work your way up.”
I took my place on the floor and looked up at the teenage goddess. “Yes, Mistress, Thank you Mistress.”
I kissed the inside of her left knee spreading her legs just a tad, and ran my lips and tongue over her thigh. I inched my way up from the inside to the front of the thigh back to the inside of her leg then switching to the other leg and up to the front of that thigh. Each time I got to the front I would slide up an increment, each time I switched legs I’d spread them apart a tiny bit more.
As I got to the upper thigh her flesh was so soft and buttery. A texture only in the thighs of young women, my lips pinched at her leg trying to suck the flesh into my mouth, trying to lick tiny circles over her thighs.
Kellie’s hands gripped into my hair forcing my up to just below her lips. She removed her panties now wringing with her wetness. At her crotch I couldn’t resist I bit into the muscle between her pussy and beginning of her thigh and then gave sucking kisses to her skin surrounding my daughter’s tiny wet cunt.
Kellie wouldn’t let me tease. She pulled my hair back and looked me in the eye. “Bad…Slave…Lick…Me” through gritted teeth.
I couldn’t disobey I dove in and took her pussy-lip between mine gently sucking as my nose parted her. My tongue trailed up and circled her clit and slid down my mistress’s cleft to dance at her little hole. My thumbs held her open as I kissed and licked up to the clit and down the lips to the opening. I sucked at her clit and she had a small spasm. The same when I shoved my tongue into her little twat. I sucked my daughter’s juices and licked her till she shoved my head to her crotch and screamed her orgasm.
I didn’t stop though. This was the youngest most succulent cunny I’ve ever tasted I kept at it and Kellie came again. I kept licking and drinking and my mistress came and came.
Finally she pulled my face away and told me to get up.
“Thank you for that Mistress it was wonderful.” I remembered last time and knew not to forget thanking her for the treat.
“You’re a good Daddy,” She said a little dreamily.
I had to alcohol swab the seat to remove the pussy juice from the upholstery and then dressed my little girl and took her home. She recovered enough by the time we arrived that she just told her Mom she was tired from shopping and went to take a shower.
My wife kissed me and I was breifly scared I’d be busted with teenage pussy on my tongue. But it was a tiny peck and she was more concerned about how much I spent and how short her daughter’s hair was.
I was in the doghouse for spending so much on three pairs of shoes, three outfits and a hairstyling. I convinced my wife that Kellie wanted me to go because I wouldn’t try to talk her out of it. The money was an issue and I knew that in the future I’d pay cash for all Kellie’s expenses, no need for a paper trail.
Tomorrow I had to take Kellie to the OBGYN, and I still had her command about getting her a fake ID, I’d have to ask the young, out-of-college kids at work.
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