"Bambi - the shopping trip"

Daddy always told me that starting your morning right was the most important thing - it sets the tone for the rest of the day and all of that. I guess that's why he has me "meditate" every morning a half-hour before I go to school. A full half-hour. I have to admit that most mornings I'd rather be sleeping when I first start, but by the end I'm always grateful for his wisdom. It puts me at peace and centers me. You see, he recorded a tape for me shortly after I accepted that my purpose in life was to serve his happiness and pleasure, that I could have no higher calling. Since then, he's had me listen to it as I meditate, "engaging in active contemplation" as he calls it.

That's what I was doing this morning, like every other morning, letting myself fall into the words, until everything I was existed only to please him. "You are my daughter, created by me body and soul, and you exist only to please me. Your highest purpose is to please me. You have no other function in life and no other desires. Your body is mine. Your life is mine. Your heart, your soul, are mine. You are mine. My property. My slave. My slut. My whore. I love you, my little girl, as no one else ever could -" I had my eyes closed as I sat listening to the tape, so I didn't notice Daddy come in until the tape abruptly cut off.

My eyes opened and a grin instantly lit up my face. He went into work late today so I wasn't expecting to see him before I went to school. "Daddeeeee!" I jump up and hug him fiercely, "I wasn't expecting to see you this morning! Did you come to help me with my meditation this morning?" My voice turned hopeful. Last time he had interrupted me like this he had spent the whole half-hour fucking me while I listened to the tape and repeated back the words to him, i.e. "I'm your daughter, created by you...".

"No baby. You'll be skipping your meditation today. We're going to have a busy day." He smiled down at me indulgently, as if basking in the pleasure of having me there at his disposal - a naked, beautiful, eager-to-please little girl that was his, only his. I felt so totally proud from that perception, and from the fact that apparently we were going to spend the day together.

"Why Daddy? What's going on?" I plopped back down on the bed and bounced cutely, making sure my legs were spread nice and wide and back arched just right ... just being in his presence made my twat ache to serve him, and I hoped that I might be able to entice him into realizing he was never too busy to fuck a little whore in need ...

He looked down at my little display, not fooled by what I was trying to do. "Enough of that. I'll fuck you plenty later, but for now you have a slight wardrobe problem that needs fixing. Before we do anything, though, we need to go through your closet and see what's salvageable."

I was totally confused now. "What's going on, Daddy? Why do we have to go through my closet?"

He opened my closet doors and sifted through the racks of clothes briefly, throwing a small tank-top and a tiny pair of white jean shorts out that I'd outgrown about a year ago at me. A few seconds later, he found my white exercise tennis an some socks and told me to put it all on. "While you're getting dressed, I'm going to go through your closet. As soon as you're done, go get me a big black trash bag from the garage ... we'll donate everything you're not going to use to the Salvation Army or something." I sat there and stared at him for a moment. This was totally weird. "Well, get moving!"

I snapped into action, noticing that he hadn't seen fit to throw out a bra or panties. Well, no panties was unusual, but he normally liked me wearing a bra. He normally said that with breasts as large as mine, already a D-cup at thirteen, if I didn't take good care of them now they would end up being down to my knees before I was even thirty. Plus they drew enough attention without my nipples poking at the front of whatever top I'm wearing. Still, I looked really cute, especially with the way the shorts rode up the back of my ass, leaving the little dimples where my ass met my thighs clearly visible. Add to that a pair of fairly beat-up jogging sneakers and I looked like a very tempting piece of jailbait. I started to play with myself in the mirror, rubbing my fingers over the crotch of my shorts and reveling in my pussy's sensitivity, the way the warmth just washed over my whole body from even such a light touch ... I looked like such a dirty little whore, an immoral little slut. All anybody would be able to think about is fucking me or how bad their boyfriends would want to fuck me ... I was starting to moan when Daddy noticed what I was doing and slapped me on the hand. "NO! How many times to I have to tell you?"

"But you're here, Daddy." I tried to defend myself.

He grinned. "You're such an insatiable little fuckhole. It doesn't matter if I'm here or not. You have to ask, regardless. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy. All right ... I'll go get the bag you asked for real quick." With that, I ran out of the room before he had a chance to chastise me further. I heard his laughter still chasing me down the hall as I shut the garage door.

By the time I found the trash bags nestled behind Daddy's tool box and model cars and returned to my room, a good three quarters of my closet was on the floor, waiting for me to pick it up. The only things left were a couple formal outfits, PJ's, and a few pairs of jeans set aside to make cut-offs out of ... and that was all.

"You're going to take me shopping, huh Daddy?" I felt all clever, having figured it out.

"Yep. Now hurry it up or we'll never make it to the mall before it starts getting busy." I got to work, but I also go to thinking. When I'd packed all the clothes up, I looked up at Daddy questioningly.

"How are we going to explain this to Mom? Won't she think it's odd that all my clothes up and disappeared and were replaced by new ones?"

"Don't worry, baby. Melissa was more than happy to collaborate with me. I told her you were unhappy with your wardrobe and wanted new clothes, but that your mom wouldn't let you buy what you want. She said she'd be more than happy to say that she and her big sister took you out shopping and she used her allowance to do it. As far as mom knows, I'm at work right now."

My Daddy was so clever. I sighed in jealous of Melissa - her parents had so much money, her allowance was like a couple hundred a month. It wasn't fair. But still ... Daddy loved me enough to go out and buy a whole new set of clothes for me so I could look all pretty for him. I had nothing to be jealous of. Melissa's Daddy didn't even care how she looked. Melissa's Daddy definitely didn't care about taking care of her like Daddy takes care of me. Jealousy turned to pity - how sad Melissa must be, all that money that could buy her all the sexy clothes in the world, but nobody that would want to watch her take them off, not even her own Daddy. I could only imagine how bad that must hurt - your own father not thinking you're pretty enough to fuck. Poor Melissa - it was so bitchy for me to be jealous when I'm so much lucker than she is.

"Go brush your hair and all that while I take these out to the car and get it warmed up. Meet me outside when you're done."

Before I knew it, we were at the mall. Daddy seemed in a hurry to get there, so none of the usual stuff we'd do on the freeway - like last time when he'd taken me to out for movies and ice cream, he had me blow him the whole way there, with my pussy up in the passenger side window and my fingers buried in it. I didn't even realize anyone might be watching until Daddy pulled up next to a semi and the driver tooted the semi's horn. God, that was so great. The semi paced us, even when he started going fast, all the way til we had to get off the freeway. Even after Daddy shot his load down my throat, he made me keep sucking his cock with my pussy spread in the window for the truck driver, telling me what a good little girl I was, and how I must be in Heaven, being on display for some guy who's face I'd never even see, with my mouth full and my hand on my cunt. He was right, especially when he made me get on my knees in the pavement once we got to the mall parking lot and lick up the mess I'd made on the seat from all my pussy juice dripping down as I played with myself. Right there in the parking lot, he'd made me play with myself again as I licked it up, so it would be running down my thighs as we walked to the mall. The same mall we were at now.

"I love you Daddy. Thank you for taking such good care of your little whore." I said, out of the blue, as we stepped out of the car.

"You're welcome." I rushed to follow him into the mall. He always made me feel so tiny; it took two of my steps for every one of his and when I reached over to squeeze his hand as we crossed the street, his hand dwarfed mine. I loved feeling so small, so helpless, when I was with him because then it was all right - then all I ever had to worry about was doing what I wanted to do anyway and it didn't matter how incapable I was of controlling anything because I didn't have to.

Daddy led me along in the mall until we reached one of those ultra-cool boutiques that only slutty cheerleaders and older women who wished they were slutty cheerleaders shopped at. I always walked by there wishing I had the body to pull off the size zero outfits in the display window, wishing I wasn't a quiet little bookworm in the back of the classroom, and wishing that just putting on one of those outfits would make me pretty and interesting enough for a guy to actually notice me.

He walked me through the store until he noticed me stopping and staring at this one rack of filmy-looking camisole tops with little peek-a-boo slits in the front. He looked back at me and told me to grab one of them off the rack and anything else I liked. The shirt and short section of the store wasn't very large, though. Most of the store was mini-dresses and skirt sets. There was this bandana-pattern skirt and top set that looked like you'd cover more flesh with a real bandana ... folded in half. Daddy glanced at me, then at the outfit, and smiled really big. He didn't have to tell me to take one in my size. Next, there was a rack of summery, mostly floral-pattern and print, mini-dresses that looked like they'd only go down to my upper thigh.

"Get one of those ... to see if they fit. We'll come back for more in different colors after we make sure that's the right size."

I was starting to get into this. He was really gonna make me wear all these. I guess if it was because he made me, it wasn't my fault if I looked stupid, so I guess it was okay to enjoy it. I started pointing things out to him that he hadn't seen - a cute wraparound miniskirt with a slit up to the hip, a tank-top with laces down the center that could be pulled as tight or loose as you could want ...

"Daddy, there was this top display at the front of the store that I really liked ..." I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something but he was silent, "You know, the halter top one ... aren't they really cute?"

"Well, I haven't seen one on you yet... why don't you go find one you think will fit you so you can try it on?" My heart sank. He was going to think I looked disgusting in it, but I did as he said. He'd already gotten me a room to try the clothes on in. I don't know how he got the clerk to let him in the dressing room ... it amazes me how most people don't seem to realize we're related. I guess we don't look a ton alike and it's easier to believe the resemblance is just a coincidence rather than think there's a father brazenly parading his incestuous fucktoy around the mall in broad daylight.

We were in the big stall at the end of the row. When I got in there, I instantly began to strip, before Daddy even closed the door. The clerk looked like she was going to go further and say something to me, I don't know about what, but as soon as she saw my top lift over my head, she turned around so fast I bet she got whiplash. Daddy closed the door then, and looked over at me, bent over and topless, giggling helplessly. He shook his head like he was going to get annoyed, but he laughed too. "You're bad. Hurry up and take those off ... I want to see the halter top and that wraparound skirt on you first."

It was then that he pulled out his camera from the carrying bag he'd brought with him. My heart almost stopped. He wanted to take pictures of my here? Like this? My cunt finally caught up with my brain and started juicing down my thighs. I just kind of stared at the clothes in my hands for a moment, too turned on to do anything else. Jokingly, he snapped a picture of me standing like that and laughed. The flash snapped me out of it and I pulled on the outfit quickly, adjusting myself in the top and tying the skirt so it revealed a lot without being totally illegal.

"Go look in the mirror ... see how much of a whore you look like." I walked to stand in front of the mirror, examining myself from head to do. The top pulled my breasts up, without really hiding anything ... you could still see the darker flesh of my aureoles just slightly and the puffy outline of my nipple pressing against the fabric, begging to be touched. The top tied behind my neck and at my back, but consisted only of those ties and a scrap of cloth barely covering from the bottom of my breasts to about halfway up from my nipples to my chest. The skirt hugged my hips and clung desperately to my body. In back, it tented off the slope of my ass. The slit revealed my inner thigh, just barely hiding my pussy and continued up to tie just below the top of my hip bone, revealing and equally wide section of flesh in back. I reached under the skirt to feel how wet I was getting and even I was amazed at how wet I was.

My fingers slipped at first and the juices were coming out in a frothy stream running down my thighs once I started to play with myself. I rubbed my clit without disturbing the skirt and turned toward Daddy. "Do you like how your little fuckhole looks, Daddy?"

He just smiled at me and told me not to move. I obeyed, although I couldn't help but whimper as I had to still my hand on my pussy. "Good girl. Now turn around and bend over." I did as he told me and I felt the skirt slipping up all the way to the top of my butt ... my whole cunt had to be visible, peeking out from between my thighs. I looked back at him longingly. Seeing me like this had to inspire him ... he just had to fuck me now..

"Daddy, please ... please fuck your dirty whore, Daddy. Please, right here in the dressing room so I can see myself in the mirror ... right here while everyone in the store outside could here me ... please, Daddy, feel me up and let me get cum stains all over this skirt so I can put it back on the rack after so some other girl can put it on, never knowing ... pleeeease, Daddy. Your whore needs it ..."

He grinned really wide. I could see his cock bulging against his pants, and my hopes soared. "What do you need, whore? Is there something Daddy can help you with?"

"Oh yes, Daddy. Please take pity on your whore, Daddy. She needs your cock so bad. Her cunny's so empty, and it hurts so bad ... a hurt only your cock will help. Daddy, please, fill me. Fuck me right here like a cheap whore you picked up off the street, fast and hard ... God, Daddy, pleeeeeeeease!!!" My hips were waving in the air and my pussy juice had made it almost to my knees. I loved being dressed up like this. I loved that I was never going to be dressed up any other way again. Whether they loved it or hated it, everyone would know I was nothing but a hole to fuck and a pretty decoration. I loved knowing everyone would see my tits and pussy, my ass and thighs ... my whole slutty body, all day, every day. Most of all, I loved Daddy buying my clothes for me and the change from his innocent baby girl to his big girl whore, and now I'd be a whore all the time. I'd probably flash people all the time without even meaning too. Just thinking about it, about being nothing but a piece of meat for men to look at, for my Daddy to look at, now and forever, was making me juice up so bad that the streams were already inching down near my knees. Daddy didn't say anything, so I let out a couple more feeble "please Daddy"'s, but my brain was just about to shut off completely so I couldn't think of a whole lot else.

Daddy reached out and felt my wetness. "If I'd had any idea it would affect you this way, I would have arranged this little trip a LOT sooner." He took a couple pictures as I looked back at him, crying with the need to be fucked, doing my best to push my pussy toward him provocatively. No such luck. "You look like the perfect little bimbo, baby. Daddy's big-titted bimbo who thinks about nothing but sex. This is your fondest dream, isn't it? Not having to hide your true nature anymore, not having to even hide your body anymore."

I nodded vigorously, not even realizing what I was answering. I needed it so bad right then, I would have agreed with anything. "All right, if you're a good little girl, and give Daddy plenty of good, slutty poses with lots of enthusiasm and those empty-headed little smiles you're so good at then I might consider letting you ride me before we leave here."

I raced through the rest of the outfits as quickly as I could while still doing as Daddy asked. When I ran out of ideas or the ideas weren't so obvious, unlike with the peek-a-boo top or the zip-down skirt, flashing him seemed to work, or playing with myself. After I'd folded the clothes up, sorting them into the ones he liked and the ones he didn't (there weren't many in the didn't-like pile), I stood in front of him, fidgeting nervously with expectations in my eyes. "Did I do good, Daddy?"

"So good you can cum at will, Bambi." Then he just tapped his fly, a signal I was supposed to undo it for him. I fumbled with it in all due haste and pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang into view, so hard I could see the pulse throbbing I the tip ever so slightly. Hard for me. It was so beautiful. Erect and rock-solid, begging for my attention. Normally I would've licked his cock for a few minutes so as to worship it properly and thank it for the pleasure it was about to give me, but just then my cunt needed to be filled so badly it was throbbing in time with his cock's heartbeats. Instead, I just straddled him on the shoddy dressing room bench and impaled myself in one hurried motion. Immediately, I began bouncing up and down, spearing my pussy as fast and hard as I could, slamming it down. The bench squealed and the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud in the quiet room ... not as loud as my moaning was getting though.

I got quiet as soon as I realized that, but Daddy said, "Did I tell you that you could quiet down? I want everyone to hear what you're doing in here. Everyone in the store outside, just like you said. You're just a perverted little fuckhole here for my pleasure. Don't you want everyone to know that, baby? Don't you want everyone to know what a filthy, screaming whore you are, doing it right here in the changing room? You want them all to come in and see you, don't you? You want them all to know what you are. Don't you?"

I was riding him harder than ever now and moaning my little heart out. I felt so ashamed then, for just a minute, but that just turned me on more. I needed to feel him slamming into me, harder and harder. I cried in frustration because I couldn't get it hard enough or fast enough ... it wouldn't ever be enough. I couldn't ever cum enough, but I needed it. So I fucked myself up and down, until it started to hurt, and then I just did it even harder if that was possible. It felt so good, the constant bruising punishment, the rush of orgasm after orgasm, knowing that everyone could hear what a whore I was ...

"Answer me. Don't you want them to know, baby?" I felt so ashamed again, so scared. They would all know. They would all hear. This wasn't some fantasy. They would all know ... I couldn't answer, couldn't think of anything to say, because I didn't want to say how ashamed I was. That would ruin it. But I couldn't say that I actually wanted it either. My eyes met Daddy's and I tried to silently convey how lost I felt, how helpless and confused. But I never once slowed in humping myself on his cock like a bitch in heat humping the leg of a chair, not once.

"Aren't you proud of being my whore? Don't you want everyone to know how happy you make me? Everyone to see all the hard work I've put into creating a fucktoy like you?" I looked up to him again, and I had to answer that.

"Of course I'm proud to be your whore Daddy." He always did that, reduced everything to more and more basic levels until there was a point where I couldn't give any answer but the one he wanted.

"That's a good girl." He was stroking my hair as I bounced up and down as hard as I could. I just couldn't get enough, especially when he got that sweet, approving look in his eyes like I was the best little girl in the world. I would do anything to keep that look, even moan far louder than I knew I should.

"Ah God, Bambi, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop." Like I could anyways. His cock felt so good - so huge, stretching me to the point of tearing me, filling me ... I kept grinding my hips against him desperately, savoring every last cum I could possibly grab. His hand clenched up in my hair, grabbing onto my neck, and then his muscles went slack. Mmmm. I had Daddy's cum inside me. Uh-oh. What was I going to use to clean up? I couldn't just drip Daddy's own cum all over him.

As if he was reading my mind, he reached over and handed me that skirt I'd wanted to get dirty earlier. I held it under my cunt and used it to wipe off, cumming a few more times before I was all done. "Daddy, that was wonderful."

"I know, Baby. But we had better get out of here. Shortly before that last huge orgasm you had, the salesgirl peeked in here. As soon as she saw exactly what was going on, she shut the door really fast. You were totally oblivious." Master had this talent for stating the obvious.

"Okay, Daddy. Do you want me to put on the outfit I was wearing when we got here?"

"Yeah."

I got dressed real fast. Now that I'd cum, the thought of going back outside to face that room of people was almost unbearable. "I'm such a whore. Dirty, dirty, dirty whore." I kept muttering to myself underneath my breath. It comforted me.

"Hey Daddy? What are we going to do for my shoes? Unless you want me wearing tennis when I dress up and stuff." I said this as I was lacing up said tennis and staring fascinated at the dark wet-spot of near-transparent material that was forming at the crotch of the shorts as they got soaked with cum.

"Don't worry. They won't let you into the kinds of places where I wanted to get most of your shoes, so I ordered them online ... at least the ones you'll be wearing for me. The ones you have right now are still good enough for school and around Mommy." He took my hand and pulled me up, but left me to carry the clothes to the cashiers. God, I hoped the police weren't out there to arrest us or something.

When I walked out behind Daddy, who was determinedly marching toward the cashier's counter, all eyes turned to us. They acted like I couldn't hear them talking. "What a hot piece of jailbait." An older man who looked to be in his mid-thirties said. A group of girls gossiping near the mini-dress racks glared at me like I was the whore of Babylon, one of them saying "Fucking disgusting bimbo." They turned away as if I was too repulsive to look at. I almost started crying. The only thing that comforted me was that the other whispers were "whore" and "slut" and things like "I'd give both my legs to fuck a cunt like that" ... well that and the fact that Daddy was smiling at me in pride as I put the clothes down on the counter and looked the sales girl in the eye.

"Hey. Business seems to have picked up." Daddy said in a conversational tone, grinning all the while.

"Yeah."

I started blushing. "Sure got busy in the past half-hour." He continued.

"Yeah, they just starting coming in from outside." She looked at us reproachfully. I couldn't believe we were getting away with this. She wouldn't even stand up to us. There wasn't any security anywhere, and everybody was either disgusted or turned on, but nobody was going to report us or anything. I smiled. Then again, Daddy must have known it would turn out like that. He'd never let anything really bad happen to me.

She bagged the clothes for us and as we walked out the store went quiet. There were a few more groups of people waiting outside the store entrance that started giggling and babbling as soon as we walked past.

Once we were out of hearing distance, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Ohmigod, Daddy, that was great! Did you see the looks on their faces?" I gave him a big hug and snuggled up against his chest, so happy because I knew he was pleased. Just from the huge grin on his face and the way he was walking, I knew. "God Daddy, I'm such a whore. A dirty, filthy little whore."

"I know ... but do you like it? You weren't bothered by those girls?" His face looked worried as if he already knew.

"A little Daddy ... but ... I love being your whore. I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, Bambi."