Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... about the money I gave you last week? Where did that go? I thought that was going towards this little overhaul."

I giggle and explain, "What, the fifty dollars? I appreciate it Daddy, but that only got me like... one top and a skirt. If I really want to bring in the new, I'll definitely need some more."

He looks confused again as he asks, "You need to get rid of everything? I can't believe that. There's gotta be some things you can keep."

I fold my arms over one another and smile as I respond, "If I want to look ragged, maybe. Seriously, it's time. I already went through all of them!"

As he dries off his hands, he walks over to the kitchen table and takes a seat and has a sip of his coffee. He then looks up and says, "Okay, maybe I'm just out of touch on prices for these things these days. What are you typically paying for all your clothes? How much are tops, jeans, shorts...?"

I walk over and have a seat across from him, folding my hands together as I explain, "Well... a pair of shorts is like thirty dollars. Tops are about twenty. A skirt... about thirty. Dresses are around forty to sixty. Jeans are like fifty..."

He interrupts me and exclaims, "Sixty dollars for a dress?! That's insane!"

I laugh and say, "That's not even everything! Even my underwear are expensive! Panties are like five to ten dollars per pair, and bras are fifteen to twenty."

He stops me again and says, "Okay, okay, I think I got it. Why don't we do this: You show me an ...

... article of clothing that, in your mind, needs to go, and I'll give you the money for a replacement. When we're done, we can tally it up and you can run off and get what you need. Fair enough?"

I smile and nod my head in agreement. "That sounds fair enough! You'll see. I'm in major need of some funds to replace all of this stuff."

He chuckles again and says, "Yeah, yeah. We'll see. Here, how about you go figure everything out and we meet in the living room?"

I stand up from my seat and say, "Okay, see you in there!"

I hurry down the hall into my room and walk over to my large walk-in closet. Thankfully, I had already done the hard work of going through everything and taking the stuff down that I didn't want anymore. I would just need to convince Dad that they needed to go, too.

I grab two pairs of jeans from the pile and walk back out into the living room where I find him sitting. I hold them up as I say, "See, remember these? They are so old. So it would be one hundred for these two..."

He laughs and says, "Nice try, Raya. You have to try them on! Then we can see if they really need to go."

I roll my eyes as I sigh and grumble, "Fiiiine," in a bratty tone. I walk back down the hall into my room and quickly strip out of the red shorts, down to a pair of full black panties. I pull up the light-colored jeans first, and struggle as I try my best to squeeze into them. My midriff is still exposed in the little top. I walk down the hall and round the corner as I ...