Bad Father But Good Daddy

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“Hi Rachel, I was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time?””Aahmm, who is this? I don’t have your number in my phone. If you are a telemarketer, you can fuck right off. I’m not interested.””Oh, wow, I’m sorry, Rachel. No, it’s Selina’s father, James. James Todd.””Oh, hi, Mr. T. Sorry I was rude, but I’m really getting tired of all the spam messages lately. What can I do for you?””Well, I was hoping you would be able to help me out. As you know, it’s Selina’s twenty-first birthday next month, and I want to get her something she really wants. I was hoping you could help me. As her best friend, I thought you know her better than anyone and would have an idea of what I could get her.””That’s easy, Mr. T. She wants a Lamborgini LOL.””Well, she won’t be getting that. I was thinking more along the lines of some clothes or jewelry etc.””Well, they are both excellent choices. A girl can never have too many clothes, and who doesn’t like pretty jewelry? Did you want me to make a suggestion, or did you want me to go shopping with you to pick something out?” “I hadn’t really thought about that, dear. Is that something you would be interested in doing? Going shopping with me, I mean.””Yeah, of course, I would love a day out at the mall clothes shopping for my bestie. As long as you don’t mind people thinking you’re my sugar daddy.””You’re what? What the hell is a sugar daddy.””Oh, come on, Mr.T, you must have heard of a sugar daddy. You know, an older guy buying stuff or giving a younger girl money in return for sexual favors.” “That sounds a lot like prostitution, Rachel. Do you really think people will think you’re a prostitute if you are out with me?””Mr. T, you are such a laugh. I was kidding. I think people will just think I’m your daughter. But I wouldn’t mind you being my sugar daddy. You are a bit of a hottie, Mr. T. All Selina’s friends think so, lol.””Well, I’m not sure if you are still joking or not. But I would be happy to buy you a nice dress or something for helping me out if you like.””Ok, deal. But if anyone asks, I’m telling them you’re my sugar daddy. Besides, it might be fun trying on clothes and modeling them for you. When were you thinking of going?””I’m şişli escort not sure about the sugar daddy thing, but what about I pick you up Saturday morning and go from there.””Ok, Mr. T, it’s a date. “It’s not a date, Rachel. And please call me James. I’ll pick you up next Saturday.”        Saturday Morning, outside Rachel’s house”You look really lovely, Rachel. That’s a very pretty dress.””Thank you, daddy. I wore it just for you. I wanted to make sure I looked hot for you on our date,” Rachel said, climbing into the passenger seat of my car.”Rachel, enough with the jokes. I’m not your daddy or sugar daddy or whatever else you have come up with. I’m your best friend’s father. I could be your father, for goodness sake.” “I doubt that, Mr. T. My mother, is a wrinkly, frigid old bitch. I have no idea how anyone even got close enough to get her knocked up in the first place.””That’s not a very polite thing to say about your mother, Rachel. I’m sure she was attractive back in the day.”Rachel shot me a questioning glare at my comment.”You have met my mother, right? Would you fuck her?””Well, no, but I’m just saying that maybe… No, you’re right. Your mother is a bitter twist, old lady. And call me James, please.””How about a compromise? Can I please call you daddy today? As you know, I grew up without a father. I would just like you to be my daddy today. Is that ok, daddy?””Fine, if you must, then ok, but just for today, though.””You’re the best daddy, thank you. I promise I will be a good girl. You won’t regret it.””I think I already am!”We arrived outside the mall and walked across the street to the entrance when Rachel stopped and sat on a low retaining wall.”Hold up, daddy. I just need to fix my sandal.”I nearly had a heart attack as Rachel blatantly opened her legs to fix her sandal. She had tiny pink lace panties on, but I could see through them, which left nothing to the imagination.”Rachel, for God’s sake, girl, close your damn legs. I’m your friend’s father. There are things I’m not meant to see, and your vagina is one of them.””Oh, daddy, stop being such an old fart. Firstly who calls it a vagina? It’s a pussy, gash, minge, axe wound, beaver, mecidiyeköy escort or, to be bold, and my favorite name for it: cunt. But I don’t think anyone has ever called my pretty little cunt a vagina before. And besides, you can see more than that at the beach on any given day. I can’t believe you don’t like my panties. I think they’re pretty. I wore them, especially for you.”   “Rachel, I’m not sure this is a good idea. Maybe we should just go home. You promised you would be good. So please, no more flashing me, and no more profanities, ok? It’s really inappropriate.”  “Sorry, daddy, I will try to be good, I promise.”Rachel hooked her arm into mine, and we hit the mall. She was walking around, grabbing dresses left, right, and center. Then she walked over to the changing rooms and waited for me to follow her.”Come on, daddy, I need your opinion, and you aren’t going to be able to see from right over there. Come and sit on the seat and I will try them on and model them for you.” Begrudgingly I walked over to the changing rooms, which had a padded bench seat in front of all the curtains. The place was pretty busy, and to be honest, I felt like a bit of a pervert sitting outside the lady’s changing rooms.Rachel entered the room right in front of me and pulled the curtain across. I was sitting there twiddling my thumbs, feeling like a pervert, as the woman walked past and glared at me. I was the only man in the shop. But looking up, I nearly shit. Rachel hadn’t closed the curtain properly, and I could see her reflection as clear as day in the full-sized wall mirror as she undressed to try on the clothes.Fuck, she didn’t have a bra on, and her tits were incredible. Fuck, it had been a long time since I had seen nice, firm young tits with perky nipples like that. I quickly turned away, instantly feeling guilty that I had seen or had those thoughts about my daughter’s friend. Rachel threw the curtain back and presented herself in the first dress. she did a twirl, and the bottom of the dress came up and showed off those pink lace panties again. They were a thong style, and I couldn’t help but notice her round firm arse cheeks.”Well, what do you think, daddy?” she said loud enough to tell the entire shop.”It’s very nice, dear. It looks lovely on you.””I was expecting something a little more enthusiastic, daddy. Like, I look hot or sexy?” I realized she was trying to make me feel uncomfortable by asking me that with the other woman around. And to be honest, she did look very fucking hot and sexy in that dress, so I thought I would beat her at her own game and embarrass her. And maybe she would stop with all the daddy bullshit. You know, the whole reverse phycology tack. “If you meant, do you look totally fuckable in that dress, then the answer is yes. If your wore that on a date with me, I would bend you over, flip that dress over your back, rip those little pink panties you have on off, and I would fuck you senseless. Is that what you were getting at by sexy and hot?”The look on her face and the other woman lined up waiting for a changing room was priceless.”You should be ashamed of yourself, you filthy old man. That young girl is young enough to be your daughter. Have some restraint, for God’s sake,” a woman said, coming out of the changing room next to Rachel’s.Rachel burst out laughing, then said, “Well, if you want to fuck me in this one, I hate to think what you would do to me in the next one, daddy. Emphasizing the word daddy.”I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, the death stares I was now receiving from the older woman around me. Rachel returned to the changing room, again leaving the curtain open slightly. I watched her as she removed the dress. This time I didn’t turn away. Rachel stepped out of the dress, her perfectly firm large breast bouncing around as she did. She was facing me, so the reflection I saw next in the mirror was her bending at the waist and peeling her pink panties down her legs.Fucking save me, God. I was about to get arrested for having a raging hard-on in the lady’s changing room. Rachel’s pussy lips were hairless and bulging out between her closed legs. They were obscenely thick and long. Us boys in the 70s used to call girls that had a pussy like Rachel’s beef curtains or beef flaps. And Rachel had the longest thickest labia I had ever seen. I was mesmerized, unable to look away. I hadn’t had a partner in my life for the last two years after my wife had left me for her fucking tool of a boss. So seeing Rachel this way made my cock harder than a goalpost.

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