Call Me Daddy Ch. 02

"No, she can change into them out here."

Both women froze.

"Here?" Both women yelped in unison.

"Here. Just close the store so no one interrupts us if you are worried about offending other customers."

"In FRONT of you?" Hope's outraged voice continued even as Mrs. Elsie hurried off to close the store. James Macken was a frequent lucrative customer, though usually more of a lingerie customer. Mrs. Elsie was not one to argue with a customer who was about to drop thousands in one day, nor was she going to offend the ambassador of such a longtime customer.

"In front of me. And this is your only warning - address me properly." Sam's bored voice rolled through the store. Mrs. Elsie was fascinated by the interplay. If the girl was Macken's daughter, why was she to be dressed in such a risqué fashion? And why was Sam taking such liberties with her? Mrs. Elsie was certain of one thing, Sam would not do anything Macken did not permit him to do.

Hope was horrified, glaring down at Sam who utterly ignored her, sliding his finger lazily around his tablet.

"I am NOT stripping down in front of you."

THAT got a reaction. Sam lunged out of his seat, tossing the tablet onto the couch. Hope hardly had time to shriek, and Mrs. Elsie hardly had time to tense before Sam tore Hope's blouse right off her with one swift jerk at the thin material. Hope's scream merged with the sound of shredding cloth. Sam didn't stop there. With one hand grasping Hope's arms with bruising force he spun her around on trembling legs, unsnapping her bra effortlessly, and unfastening her skirt. She recovered and started to lunge away, he simply grabbed her hair and jerked her back. The bra was then easily plucked off her body and tossed aside, and he forced the skirt down her suddenly violently twisting body as she tried to escape him.

The crack of his hand on her ass echoed in the store along with her startled squawk. Another slapping sound shattered the store as his other hand smacked into her left breast. Hope stared down at the reddened tit and swiftly moved to cover it protectively with her hands as Sam glared down at her. She was no longer struggling, simply standing in shock. Completely naked except for her heels.

"Don't push me, bitch. You will do what I tell you to and you will address me with respect. Understand?"

Big brown eyes stared up into his, filling with hot tears as she mutely nodded.

"No, I don't think you do." His hand flashed, another crack on her ass echoing in the store along with a pained, humiliated squeal. Hope abandoned her breast to reach back and rub her sore asscheeks.

"Do you understand now?"

"Yes, Sir." Her response was whispered and sullen, and he eyed her for a few seconds before nodding in satisfaction. He released her and went and sat back down on the couch, once again ignoring her as he picked up his tablet.

"Well then." Mrs. Elsie was now beside the trembling, naked Hope.

"Slip out of those heels, my dear, and let's get to work."

Was that a note of sympathy in Mrs. Elsie's voice?

The first round consisted of jeans, and tops. The jeans fit perfectly but were skin tight, lifting up her already round bubbly ass as if for presentation. The first top was a cropped t-shirt, and Hope quickly found out Sam intended to be an active participant. He motioned her closer, and when she reluctantly came to him his hands went straight under her cropped tee, cupping her naked breasts as his eyes met hers boldly. When she looked away but didn't protest, he smirked and turned her around, studying her ass and squeezing it before pronouncing his approval. Mrs. Elsie cleared her throat, having looked politely away while the girl was fondled so openly.

Hope tried on three more pairs of jeans and a few other tops. Sam's main interest seemed to be in making sure that he had easy access to her tits, and that the jeans framed her ass properly. Hope had to admit that Mrs. Elsie picked out colors perfect for her coloring. Two tops were passed over, but he approved the rest. Mrs. Elsie hurried away to gather more clothes, leaving Hope in a pair of jeans and a tiny red halter-top.

"From now on when she goes to get more clothes I want you naked. Start now."

Hope's face burned scarlet, and she heard Mrs. Elsie gasp. When Hope hesitated, Sam looked up at her warningly. Sullenly, silently she stripped, folding her new clothes and setting them to the side in the pile of approved clothing.

"Now suck my dick till she gets back."

Hope heard another gasp even as she bit her bottom lip. Hot tears of humiliation filled her eyes. It was bad enough that Mrs. Elsie thought she was little more than trash, but now she got to bear witness to Hope being treated as little more than a cheap whore.

With her vision watery through her tears, she dropped to her knees in front of Sam, who spread his legs. The insufferable man had went back to playing on his tablet, ignoring her as she fumbled with the opening of his pants.

Christ he was big! Her eyes widened as she brought him out of his pants. Were the rumors she had seen online about black men and big dicks true? She was supposed to get this in her freaking mouth? He was already half hard, probably from groping her as she had changed from outfit to outfit. Holding the thick root with her slender fingers, she wrapped her lips around him, engulfing him in the soft wet heat of her mouth. He gave her no direction, simply allowing her to do as she wished. So she suckled half-heartedly, licking him when her jaw began to ache. Fortunately Mrs. Elsie was back soon with another armful of clothing, and Hope could step away. Sam never even bothered to tuck his cock away.

The next few hours passed in alternating bliss and humiliation. She loved trying on all the sexy new clothes, despite being groped and fondled with each new outfit. Tiny short skirts and dresses, sexy tight revealing tops, a few long flowing elegant evening gowns. Shorts that were so short they showed the soft underside of her asscheeks. They took a break for lunch then - Mrs. Elsie had ordered lunch, chicken salad with fresh croissants, tea, and an assortment of dainty pastries that made Hope feel like she was having tea with the Queen of England. But after lunch the delightful work resumed. An unholy amount of lingerie was tried on and bought. Panties, bras, garters, stockings, teddys, corsets, and more. Five pairs of new heels, and 15 more ordered. A pair of sleek thigh high leather boots. A pair of knee-high boots ordered. A raincoat, a warmer winter coat - Hope was pleased that she ended up with the incredibly soft pink feathery coat she had been admiring earlier. It was dizzying, and she did not want to contemplate how much money was being spent on her new wardrobe.

But she paid for it in other ways, and she was beginning to realize she always would. In between rounds of trying clothes, she spent her time on her knees nursing Sam's cock with her mouth. He never got completely hard, and always seemed to ignore her. It was humiliating beyond endurance. The least he could do was show he was enjoying it! A gasp here, a nod of approval there...any kind of acknowledgement really. Even LOOKING at her would have been an improvement. But it was like he did not even have a pretty naked girl on her knees sucking his dick - he simply ignored her.

Finally they were done. He selected her outfit for the rest of the day - a pair of shorts so short they were nearly illegal, a new pair of bright red spiky heels, and a matching red bandana top that wrapped around her young breasts from the back, knotting in the front. Any man who saw her would be tempted to reach out and tug that beckoning knot loose, letting the slash of cloth fall open and expose her breasts. She wore no bra, no panties. She looked like a whore, and her flushed cheeks as she walked to the door beside him proved she knew it.

He opened the door, blocking her exit and looking up and down the street before permitting her outside. Again he held the SUV door open till she got in, then shut it. She noticed it locked automatically. She nearly swooned when they stopped at the next store ten minutes later. Sephora. The Holy Grail of women everywhere.

In this store he turned her loose, giving her no limit and merely waiting impatiently by the register. She figured she would get at least the $400 her father stole out of him. It was the first time she was ever given free rein in a store without an established limit. By the time they got out of the store an hour later she had proven herself to be high maintenance to the tune of $2284.17. She had about $150.00 in eye shadow alone.

"Need anything else?" He hadn't even blinked at the total the beaming clerk had chanted at him. Her humiliation earlier was forgotten. She was high on retail, her eyes gleaming with sheer delight, a wide smile lighting up her face.

"Umm..." She thought hard, and he rolled his eyes as he started up the SUV and headed home. They were almost there before she decided she couldn't think of anything else. They arrived at home to find a pile of boxes in the entryway - deliveries of the clothes she had bought earlier with Mrs. Elsie. She squealed in delight and dashed towards them, squatting and gathering up an armload of boxes.

"Leave them." Sam dropped the bags from Sephora by the boxes of clothes. She blinked up at him.

"Pick out some red lipstick."

She frowned in confusion, but did so. After a few minutes of plundering Sephora bags she chose a bright red lipstick that kind of matched her shoes and top.

"Put it on."

She found a compact and did so, his shoe tapping impatiently on the floor next to her.

"Alright, leave them and come with me."

She followed him to a linen closet near a guest bathroom where he retrieved a plush brown towel, then trailed after him to the living room right near the front door.

"You can't suck dick for shit, sweetheart. It's time you learned."

She stiffened as folded the towel in half, laying it on the couch so it lapped over the bottom. Then he sat down, opening his pants.

"Come here, slut. Let's get some dick sucking lessons in. You can show Daddy how grateful you are for your new shit when he gets home by giving him a blowjob that will curl his hair."

Her cheeks burned scarlet, but she knew better than to protest. She started to walk towards him, and he held up a hand to stop her.

"No, slut. Crawl."

Her eyes flashed rebelliously, his eyes looked coldly back and silently dared her to defy him. A few seconds of the standoff and she submitted, kneeling down and crawling over to him, her barely covered ass wiggling the whole way. He eyed it with admiration. Hopefully once her Daddy had taken that ass a few times he would share it with his boys. It was a fine juicy ass, her best feature in his opinion.

He felt her mouth slipping around him again, and this time gave her no chance to start her monotonous blowjob. His fingers twisted in her hair, and he pushed down on her head. She tried to jerk back, screeching and gagging violently around his dick.

Fuck yeah. THIS was more like it.

He wasn't about to allow her back up for air, not yet. She didn't need it yet.

"THIS is how you suck cock, sweetheart."

She spluttered angrily around his hardening length, but he just kept pressing down inexorably, forcing her to take more of him. More...more...past the back of her throat. He watched her slender body convulse between his spread thighs.

"Yeah, just like that. You don't just suckle on a man's tip like it's a nipple, you dumb cunt. You suck him down to where you're kissing his fucking balls."

Alright, she needed air now. He let her up, grinning down as she gasped in a heaving breath of air, her breasts lifting delightfully. Slobber coated her lips. She opened her mouth to say something rude, so he slammed her mouth back down onto his cock again, cutting her of into a gurgling screech. If she could talk, she could suck dick. He forced her down further, groaning in pleasure as he felt himself slide into her tight throat. She was heaving now.

"Don't you puke on my dick, slut. Don't do it. I will beat the hell out of you if you puke. Fight it back."

She fought it back.

"Good girl." He gave her praise even as he jerked her head up and down on his cock, fucking her mouth. Another breath of air or two, he licked his lips as she gasped for air, thick strings of drool dripping from her lips to his cock. Connecting her to his dick like a fucking leash. Hell yeah.

"More, slut. You're doing a good job now."

Again he fisted her hair and forced her to fuck her own mouth on his dick, moving her up and down. All the way down now, till her cute nose was nestled in his pubic hair.

"Fuck yeah...that's the spirit."

She was short on breath, instinctively trying to breath around his cock. It was fucking heaven.

He let her have another couple breaths.

"You enjoying earning those pretty clothes? Did you think you were getting them for free? Y" He grinned down at her. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face, all over his cock. He liked it, made her look even rougher than she would have otherwise. Tears and slobber wet her entire face. She couldn't answer, was too busy breathing. Taking in great gasping breaths, strands of saliva fluttering around her lips with each breath of air.

"Again, slut." He stuffed her mouth full again just as his phone rang. With one hand still fisting her hair, he answered the phone with his other hand.

"Afternoon, Sir."

"Yes, Sir, it's going well. Her shopping is finished and we are home."

"She is choking on my dick, and is getting remarkably better though I am not certain she will be ready to show off for you if you are already heading back."

"Of course, Sir."

He hung up, bringing her up for another breath. He was fully hard now, his massive tool gleaming beautifully with her spit. A shiny weapon ready for combat.

"You ready to suck Daddy's dick, slut? You're such a fucking whore, fucking her own father. Suck, bitch."

He thrust her back down on his cock. Leaned his head back as he pushed her all the way back down again, rubbing her nose in his crotch as she blubbered and cried and gurgled and gagged around his dick. This was pure fucking heaven. The bitch's tight throat squeezed and rippled around him as she fought for breath, massaging his cock with tight wet heat.

It went on forever. Hope thought for sure she was going to die. Die by being suffocated by a fat black cock that the bastard insisted on ramming down her throat every second. Her throat hurt so bad she thought for sure it was permanently damaged. Her stomach protested violently, threatening to empty itself. She barely managed to keep it contained, believing his threat to beat her. She hated every second of this, unlike her time with Daddy which, even if she hadn't cum, she had enjoyed despite her soreness.

And then suddenly she was free, thrown down onto the carpet by his arm. She lay there, coughing and crying, sucking in great heaving breaths. She felt a sudden coolness on her breasts as the knot holding her top closed was unlaced. Then warm hands on her spit-dampened breasts.

"I like the top. And the shorts. She is very fuckable looking."

It was her father, and she whimpered with relief when she saw him kneeling down by her in his pristine navy blue suit. He smiled at the little sound she made, leaning down and kissing her forehead. In a nearby chair the other bodyguard now sat. Just as big as Sam, and just as black. He was smirking at her as well, and she flushed with anger and shame.

"Hello, love. Did you have a good day?"

She nodded, then pointed accusingly at the grinning Sam through her tears.

"He was a jerk all day! He made me strip right there in the store, and he hit me, and then when we got here he hurt my throat by shoving himself down it!" Her voice was raspy from the ill-use of her throat.

Her father tsked beside her, shaking his head at the clearly amused Sam.

"It's true, Sam is a bit of an asshole. Why did he hit you, baby?"

"Cause I didn't want to strip or call him Sir like he made me!"

"Where did he hit you?"

She furiously rubbed the tears from her face, glowing up at Sam. Maybe he would get in trouble. He SHOULD get in trouble!

"On my butt and my boob."

"Appropriate places to spank you for discipline for not obeying like I told you too, my dear."

She blinked up at her father, widening her eyes. He wasn't going to defend her at all?

"As far as fucking your throat, you are inexperienced. A lot of women deep throat, and you will be expected to do so for me. Sam was simply teaching you. You had best learn quickly. There is little I enjoy more than my cock in a woman's throat while her chin rests on my balls."

She gaped up at him.

"Back to it, my dear. Take care of Sam's dick."

Her father pushed her back towards Sam, who once again twisted his fingers in her hair, dragging her back between his legs. She grimaced, preparing for now discomfort and humiliation.

But this time it was different.

This time while Sam all but raped her throat, her father played with her pussy. First he unfastened her shorts and tugged them down to her knees. Then gentle, teasing strokes first along the plump pussy-lips. A feather-light circling of her clit. The tip of his thumb barely pressed inside her pussy before being removed. As her attention began to focus on her own crotch, she didn't pay as much attention to the cock buried in her mouth. Without her mind getting in the way, her body began to learn to adjust. Ten minutes later her jaw ached horribly but her pussy was dripping wet. And she actually moaned around Sam's cock when she felt her father's cock slide into her wet heat.

It was fortunate her cocksucking skills were improving, because pleasure was beginning to distract Sam. He still guided her head, but he was no longer as forceful. She still gagged, but no longer had to fight back her own bile. Now it was her father guiding her blowjob the most. His hips would slam her forward, sinking her mouth deep onto Sam's engorged flesh. She would pull back, sucking hard as she did so.

Sam groaned, his hips lifting up towards her retreating mouth, his grip now gentle in her hair.

"Fuck yeah, you can suck the shit out of some dick now, baby. Fuck her pussy, Jim. Fuck your daughter's cunt!"

Hope shivered. It was so delightfully dirty and lewd. If her mother saw her now she would probably faint with the horror of it. Her grandfather would bellow on about the wages of sin and hell. But Hope LIKED it. She was glad in a way Sam had made her learn. She liked the compliments he gave her. Liked his grunts of pleasure. Each little sound of his enjoyment felt like it was actually earned by her growing skill. Yes, her throat her. Yes, she still didn't really like Sam, and resented his roughness. But perhaps that was just how she had to learn. She moaned in pleasure, the sound vibrating against Sam's hot pulsing flesh in her mouth. She rather liked him in her mouth. Rather liked ANY cock in her mouth. It felt so...alive. Throbbing and pulsing against her tongue. It made her feel...connected. Intimate.

Behind her, Jim gripped the gentle curves of his daughter's hips, slamming himself into her. She was still tight, still perfect for him.

"Hope, when Sam cums in your mouth, you swallow every goddamn drop. You hear me? Don't spill a single drop..."

She nodded on Sam's dick, letting out an agreeable little murmur that had Sam gasping in pleasure.

"Fuck...this is some nasty shit, Jim. I mean we have team tagged some bitches before, but this is your fucking daughter. That's some nasty shit." Sam growled out the words, looking over her sweaty naked back to her father.

Jim grunted in agreement, his hips a wet staccato of flesh on flesh as he hammered into the girl. He could feel her wiggling, squirming on his cock. One hand slipped off her hip and delved underneath her body, flicking over her clit.