Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... dramatically say, "See? They're so tight. I can hardly breathe."

He laughs as he responds, "Okay, fine. Maybe those have gotten a little snug on you. I think I can help you there. What is that... fifty?"

I smile as I nod my head and turn back around to return to my room. Next, I remove the light colored jeans and pull up the darker jeans. Similar problems occur with how tight they are. They are so short they nearly fit like capris. I quickly move back into the living room.

As soon as I walk in, he says, "Oh, no way! It feels like we bought those for you a year ago. They already don't fit?"

I giggle and say, "It's been over a year now! And no, they don't fit at all. Squats are the culprit."

He laughs and says, "Are they snug in the back too?"

I roll my eyes again and turn around, showcasing the way I nearly break through the seams in the back of the jeans. After a few more moments, he finally concedes.

"Fine, I guess that's another fifty then. What else, Raya?"

I walk back down the hall and into my room. It's almost easier than I thought it would be. He has already agreed to give me one hundred dollars and we still have so many garments to go.

I look through the pile and sort it all out. A few pairs of shorts, some tops, a few skirts, and a few dresses. There is a little pile of bras and panties too, but I figure I can just give him a count on those. Walking around the house in my underwear isn't really the norm these days. I remember when I went to ...

... the kitchen a few weeks ago in just a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Mom gave me a very dirty look. I don't want to think this way, but it might be jealousy?

I strip out of the jeans and the red pajama top, standing in just the black panties. I pull up a little pair of cut-off jean shorts and fasten them. They are very little on me, and my cheeks have very little coverage in the back. I then pull over a tight, black tank top. It presses against my cleavage and shows half of my stomach. I make my way back down the hall. I had a feeling I already knew how the shorts would be received.

As I walk in, his eyes widen.

"Raya, what the hell are those? Are those shorts or underwear? I can barely tell. Have I been letting you leave here in those? Turn around."

I laugh and add, "I told you! I wasn't lying."

I do as he asks and I turn around to show off the back. He pauses for a moment and then finally speaks up.

"Well you definitely won't go out in those again. We'll need to get you new ones. What's that -- thirty more? For shorts that don't show the world your whole ass, that's a small price to pay. And that top is way too small on you. Another fifteen?"

I giggle and say, "I have another like these, so probably sixty. The other pair is even worse. And tops are twenty, remember?"

He folds his arms over one another and insists, "I find it hard to believe you have anything smaller than these ones, honey."

I confidently look back at him and say, "I definitely do. ...