Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... size. But it's just too tight. Whenever I put them on, I just want to rip them off!"

He laughs and says, "Okay, okay. Well a deal is a deal. Twenty for the undies and thirty for the bra."

I correct him and say, "And fifty for the dress?"

He smiles and agrees, "Yes, and fifty for the dress. You're really cleaning me out, Raya," he says jokingly. "Pretty soon, I'll be dipping into the ol' retirement fund."

I pick up the dress and say, "Yeah right, I know you're good for it. I've seen you and mom's closets!"

He smiles fonly at me as I walk back over to my room, a little nervous about running into mom, so moving quicker to return unseen. It would have been a little awkward to explain. I quickly snap off the bra and throw it in the discard pile.

I can't believe I just stripped down in front of him like that. I mean, he suggested it, but it was still a strange feeling. It didn't feel bad. Just a little odd, and maybe a little wrong. This was a very bizarre game we were playing, but I was going to get so much money from it. I had no intentions of stopping now.

I decide to keep the same black thong on for the next outfit. Maybe I can pass it off as a different one and get an extra twenty dollars.

I pull up a little black tennis skirt - definitely the shortest of the skirts and dresses thus far, and then I pull over a hot pink sports bra. I then return to the living toom where Dad sits and waits.

As I walk in, he smirks and says, "Let me guess, too tight, ...

... too small, or too short, and need money?"

This activity is definitely getting repetitive, but he suggested it. He wanted this to be a fashion show after all, so I'm just giving him one.

I smile and answer, "Bingo. This sports bra is too small, and the skirt is too short. I can barely move in it without showing everything underneath. Oh, and another pair of panties that are too small too."

He folds his arms over one another, seated on the couch, and requests, "Oh yeah? Let's see. I'm going to guess... red this time?" My face is the only red thing in the room as he asks for the evidence. After all he's been willing to give to me, I don't know what made me want to lie. But I turned around and quickly flapped the skirt up, exposing the black thong for half a second before covering it up again.

I look back at him and his eyes meet mine with a suspicious look.

"Black, eh? Is that not just the same thong from before?"

Blushing a liitle more now, I try to confidently explain, "No, it looks very similar, but it's different. Different brand even."

He chuckles and says, "Oh really? Come over here, Raya."

I walk over to him as he grabs my waist and quickly spins me around where I stand and lifts up the skirt. I feel his finger slide between the smooth skin on my lower back and the black fabric to look at the tag. His hands only a few inches from my butt.

"So what brand are these ones, young lady?"

I peak back at him over my shoulder and sheepishly guess, ...