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(Everybody Wants You, continued by KLOL...)

You smile and wriggle yourself free from the saleswoman’s embrace, taking the underwear from her. “Well, thanks,” you say. “You’ve been very helpful.”

She looks embarrassed and confused as you grab your dad’s hand and walk away from her as quickly as you can. When you reach the change room, you quickly check to see if anyone is around and slip inside with your dad.

“Emma, what are you doing?” he asks you excitedly.

“Daddy, I really want to make sure this is the right purchase. So I have to try these on,” you say as you take off your clothes. As your dad sits there, you can feel his hungry eyes on you as you put on the red bra and panties, pulling it over your curves and making sure it fits. He seems to be fidgeting with the front of his trousers.

“Is something wrong, Daddy?” you ask him sweetly.

“N-No, honey. You look beautiful,” he says softly.

“Really?” you ask while sauntering over to him. You keep your hands on his shoulders and lean forward until your chest is inches from his face. “Is this working for you, Daddy? Is your baby girl looking sexy?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” he whimpers, ogling helplessly at your breasts.

“What about this?” you say as you turn around and present him your ass.

“It’s — It’s very good, baby.”

“Yeah?” you ask as you sit on his lap. You can clearly feel his erection on your butt, so you decide to make him squeal a little bit. You rub your butt on his lap a bit and ask him, “Does Daddy think I’m beautiful?”

“Oh honey, of course I do. Daddy loves you.”

You feel his hand on your chin as he turns your head around for a kiss. You feel his tongue on your lips and push your own in his mouth. His hands are now exploring your body as you dry hump him on his lap, moaning into his mouth.

You turn around on his lap and continue grinding him. You’re kissing him deeply with your hands on his face. His hands are on your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer to him. His long, warm erection feels amazing against your pussy.

His kisses move to your neck, making you moan in delight. His hands gradually slip under the fabric of your underwear, grabbing your bare ass.

“Oh, Daddy, we should stop…” you protest, weakly.

He keeps kissing and sucking on your neck, while his hands undo your bra strap.

“Daddy, please…”

One of his hands pulls your panties aside while you feel his thick finger trying to invade your anus.

“DAD, STOP!” you shout as you jump off him. He’s frozen in his place — obvious erection, pathetic expression, and hands in the air.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you ask him angrily.

“I-I don’t know. I just thought we were —”

“We were what? We were having a sweet, intimate moment and you thought that was me giving you permission to finger my ass?”

After a long pause, he breathes, “No.”


“No, what?” you ask him sternly. He gulps.

“No, Mistress,” he corrects himself.

“Has Daddy forgotten our arrangement?” you ask him. “Does Daddy want any of this?” You reach a finger into your pussy and pull it out — it’s glistening with pussy juice. You put it to his lips and he sucks it off hungrily.

“I-I do, swee-Mistress.”

“Stand up and take your dick out,” you command.

When his erection is out in the open, you sit down in his place with his erection in front of you.

“Now, I’m going to jerk this pathetic dick off for you and ruin your orgasm. This should teach you some lessons, slave.”

He nods as you spit on his dick and start jerking it off with one hand.

“You’re a loser, you know that? A pathetic fucking loser,” you say looking into his eyes. When he doesn’t answer, you take your hand off and slap his cock hard.

“Fuck! Sorry, Mistress. Yes, I know that.”

“Good,” you start jerking him off again, “just a creep who wants to fuck his daughter. Imagine if people were to find out about that. You’re sick.”

You notice his dick is growing harder.

“You enjoy this, don’t you, you sick fuck? Being humiliated by your own daughter. It’s amazing I’m your daughter, really, because — let’s face it — I’m super hot and you look like trash. ”

His wet dick is pulsating in your hand. You spit on it some more.

“And your dick is a fucking joke. I swear, my ex-boyfriend Dan had a bigger cock than you do. You’re just a horny loser, bitch.”

You see his close to crying, but his cock is harder than ever. You start playing with your tits while stroking him.

“You like that, ha? Looking at your hot piece-of-ass daughter? Go on, look at me.”

“Mistress, I’m about to — ”

You take your hand off his cock, leaving it bouncing in the air. He looks at you with such a pitiable expression it makes you giggle.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as some cum leaks out of his cock and on to your thighs.

“That’s what you get for forgetting your limits, slave. Ruined orgasms. Now lick it off my thighs, but keep your hands off me,” you tell him.

He kneels in front of you and happily sucks his own cum off your body.

“When you’re done, swallow it and open your mouth.”

He gulps the cum down and opens wide to let you inspect.

“Good girl,” you laugh as you pat him on his head and get back into your clothes.

You ignore all the strange looks people give you as you walk out of that store with your Dad and the sexy lingerie. While you’re about to walk out of the mall, a security guard stops the two of you.

“Sir, and Miss, would you please come with us for a moment?”

“Is there a problem, officer?” you ask him, genuinely concerned.

“Ma’am, I just received a call from a saleswoman at La Lingerie telling me that you and your father walked into a changing room together with some of their clothes. Obviously, we have a few questions.”

“Sir, that’s a complete lie-” your father begins, before he’s cut short.

“We have cameras,” the guard says, “Now, follow me quietly or I will have to restrain you two.”

As you two make your way to the security room, you quietly contemplate your options. You could admit your fault and face possible jail time, or maybe blame your dad for everything. Tell them he’s forcing you to have sex with him. On the other hand, based on the way the security guard is looking at you, there might be another way out of this whole mess.