Foreword: I'd like to thank all of you for the wonderful emails and feedback I've received. I'm glad I could relate my fantasy (mixed with a little truth β which is up to you to decide which one) and find folks that enjoy it as much as I do. If you haven't read my previous submission, while it may help solidify how my father and I interact, it's not a required read in order to forge ahead with this submission.
Just a quick word of advice for you girls out there, if you want a car, but are short on the means, and your sex drive allows you to overwrite what society considers taboo... well, let's just say I really love my new car, and I have my Daddy to thank for it (once again, fantasy and truth β you decide).
It was the last Friday of the month and I was donning my almost transparently white, thigh high stocking. The soft material slipped its way up my calf to complete my ensemble.
I knew he'd like this, after all he did tell me precisely what he wanted for this month's contribution to my new Jetta. And when my father tells his little girl what she's going to wear to make good on her car loan, then that's what Daddy gets.
I left the room, feeling the AC chill my bare stomach and thighs (it's always so cold in this house), as I hurried down the stairs towards the garage. With each step, I could feel myself grow moist, causing my panties to stick to my little pussy. I was dripping with desire by the time I came to door.
I knew he could hear the door creak a bit, from where he stood at the front of my car, arms folded across that manly chest. He turned and faced me, with that usual stern look of demanding he had for these days when I came to the garage to fulfill our agreement. His grimace broke a bit with that comforting smile of his. I could see the corners of his mouth touch his eyes, as he breathed in his baby girl.
Stockings, cotton panties, one of his white, button up shirts opened down the middle, and his favorite tie that I got him last Father's Day. This is what Daddy wanted, and this is what he'll get.
As I stepped into the humid air, I instantly began to sweat. I hate the tropics, but today I planned on working up a sweat with my father's hard cock anyway, so why bitch about things. I threw my hair to one side and bit my lip with a smile, which I know drives him crazy. With my brother, Mike at practice and my mom at work, I wanted to get my Daddy all worked up, because I knew we had at least enough time for him to work my little body over good and rough.
"Hi Daddy." I said in my best little girl voice.
And sticking to the roles we love playing, 'Shut up you little slut. Daddy doesn't pay your bills to hear you talk, does he?"
"No Daddy." Placing his hand on the back on my neck, I looked him in eyes and smiled even more, as I felt the soft fibers of his shirt drag across my hardening nipples, while I stood up on my tippy toes. "You pay me to fuck, like a good little whore."
"That's right, sweetie, but what else does Daddy pay you to do."
I looked down and saw my hands already at work on his belt and jeans zipper. I glanced back up at him, as I slid down to my knees, "You pay me to suck cock, right Daddy?"
"That's right baby girl. Now put that mouth to use." Taking in a breath and that thick man meat at the same time, my salivating mouth was well lubricated for the face fuck I was about to receive. I could feel my scalp start to burn with pain, as my father jerked my head and throat off his rod before slamming it back home...
When he first took me car shopping, telling Mom that I was too old to be driven around, I knew I could work out a nice deal to avoid paying for the car. Mom agreed to pay the insurance each month, if I paid for the loan itself (I think she felt guilty for denying me a car when I turned 16 a few years ago). I readily agreed and since Mom and Dad both keep separate checking accounts for their own personal spending, I knew it wouldn't take much for Daddy to make the car payments for me, without Mom ever finding out. Now now... It's not like that. I never had to black mail my father, and I wouldn't have anyway. I simply fucked his brains out in every car we test drove.
We took four cars out that day for a drive. Dad, being ever so cool, made sure the salesmen had what they needed so the two of us could be left alone. The Miata was tricky, so we pulled into the empty lot of the local schoolyard and parked in the back. Being broad daylight on a Saturday, it was perfectly safe from prying eyes. I remember the car's color absorbed the heat from the sun and practically set fire to my hands, as Dad bent me over the hood and pumped my little cunt full of cream within about five minutes. Usually he lasts quite a bit longer, but I had been teasing him the whole time and I guess the thrill of getting caught plowing his own daughter over the hood of some car in the back of the elementary school she used to attend years and years ago was just too much.
The Rav4 and the Bug went the same way. Each time he obviously managed to hold that magnificent load a little longer, ensuring I would never want for an orgasm, and making good with that great dick of his. The Jetta was different.
When we got back with the Bug, the salesman must have thought we'd stolen it, as he was a little hesitant to let us take the Jetta out, but I had another idea, and one that might help with the price a bit. Before Daddy could object to Greg, the salesman, coming out with us, I stepped in front of him and told Greg, 'That would be awesome. Nice day out for a girl to be with two handsome men in her new car." I backed my ass up enough to rub against my father's crotch, as kind of a re-assurance. Greg unwittingly sized me up in front of my father, and must have liked what he saw since I watched his trousers lose a bit of their wrinkle when he turned to walk away.
I turned to see that quizzical look in Daddy's eye. "Don't worry Dad. He'll be cool."
"I dunno toots. If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, this is a really big risk you're putting us both up for. You may only get therapy, but I'll get jail time."
"Oh, don't be such a puss Dad. Besides, I bet you ten bucks I get him to come off at least five grand on the car."
"OK. You're on.
A bit of acceleration and a few quick turns later saw the three of us on a secluded road behind the dealership. To our right, a high fence to protect all those cars from would be thieves, while to our left nothing but woods, and a nice long stretch of road in the front and rear to see if anyone was coming. It couldn't have been better if I had planned it, so I slid the car to the side of the road and came to a stop.