I was upset. I got up. I grabbed my bag of clothes and went to the bathroom. I put on my black girdle and rolled my stockings up legs, pausing to feel my smooth of my thighs. I decided my tight black slut dress would be most appropriate for today. I was out of Rene's house as fast as I could considering how upset I became. Back on the street with tears running from my eyes, I felt abandoned. It was late afternoon and I needed to figure out my next move.
My shoes were 4 inch heels. I loved the cum fuck me look of them, but I hated the idea of blisters from a long walk. I leaned over to take them off when I heard my name.
"Sara, get in my car." said a male voice.
I turned to see Daddy leaning out his window, waving me to come with him. I crossed the street and climbed in. Daddy leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and a soft caress to my cheek.
"Are you okay Sara?" Daddy asked.
I looked at him, wondering what he knew and why he had obviously come to pick me up.
"Why do you ask Daddy?"
"Well. Rene called and said you had left his house very upset and he was worried about you," Daddy explained.
"Yeah, I'm sure he was worried, maybe more like feeling guilty and afraid I'd never speak to him again." I told Daddy in an angry tone.
"Sara, you need to get a grip on yourself."
Sarcastically I reached down and pulled my dress up, exposing my soft clitty.
"Daddy, I'd rather you get a grip on me," I teased.
Daddy smiled and gave me a back handed slap on my thigh.
"Sara, you know what I'm referring to." Daddy said softly.
I nodded and pulled my dress down. I loved exposing myself as I did. My dress pulled up and my clit laying exposed from under my girdle, laying in the valley of my thighs. It was such a sexy sight, I was sad Daddy didn't reach out to touch it. I needed to cum so bad. I turned slightly and leaned against the door, and then put one leg on the seat, parting my thighs wide so Daddy could easily see my clitty.
Daddy looked down and up my dress. I stared at him. "You like what you see Daddy?"
Daddy nodded and slid his hand up my thigh.
"Daddy, Mmmmmm. I wanna cum so bad, Daddy?"
I felt Daddy's finger teasing the head of my clit. I was leaking and wet. Daddy pulled his hand back and sucked his finger.
"Mmmmmm, Sara. I know what you want, but we need to talk," Daddy instructed.
I nodded.
"Can you explain what's bothering you Sara?" Daddy asked.
"What'd Rene tell you." I countered his question.
"Doesn't matter, I'm only interested in what's bothering you, and how I can help."
"Daddy, I'm pissed at Rene, I'm pissed at Mommy and my father!" I told him.
"We already discussed your mother. I can help you with her. Why are you upset with Rene?'
"He sucked my fathers cock Daddy. He didn't tell me when it happened, which hurt me, and my father...I have tried all my life to get is attention and he picks Rene." I said
I was talking in a shaky voice as more tears began running down my face.
"I understand Sara, but Your Father is gonna do what he wants. I never really got along with him because your mom and me...well you know we had a sexual relationship. He would never listen to me about you, so that's why you have always been a favorite of mine."
"Awwwww, Daddy, I love you so much," I said as I leaned into him.
"Now, even though he left your mother, he's still living in town. You can go see him if you want, but don't have high expectations or you might feel worse. As far as Rene's concerned, I think you should cut him some slack. He's as confused about life as you are. You've made a lot of changes and I'm sure he's having as many issues dealing with you too," Daddy said.
I nodded in between my sobs. We had been sitting in Daddy's car for a long time and he suggested we should take a drive and continue talking. I looked over to him and then down to his crotch. His jeans were worn thin where his cock caused a bulge. The thought of rubbing him, fondling his cock was making me crazy.
As we headed across town I stared out the window. It felt nice being with Daddy, he's always been a voice of reason and calm for me. Daddy laid his hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently. It wasn't the sexual kind of touching, it was one of comfort and caring.
"Where we going Daddy? I asked
"Oh I think you deserve something special, maybe a few new clothing items, so there's a small shop a few miles from here that's open for a while yet. The owner is a friend of mine and she'll love helping you find some special things," Daddy said.
"Ooooooooh Daddy, you know how to make a girl feel special."
I leaned over and kissed his cheek as I laid my hand on his cock, "Daddy it's been too long since you fucked me with this."
Daddy smiled, and asked, "Didn't Rene give you a good fucking?"
I nodded, "He did, but he didn't let me cum. I need a good cummy so bad Daddy."
As I said that we pulled into a parking lot next to a clothes store. The sign said "Attire by Jane."
"We're here Sara, Let's go and meet Jane."
I was of course nervous so I followed behind Daddy until he turned and looked at me, grabbing my hand pulling me along side him.
"Sara, don't be shy, Jane is lovely and you will lover her. Just be yourself, and relax."
Daddy opened the door for me like a gentleman, his arm around my waist.
A bell rang as we entered and a voice came from the back of the store, "Oh my! Bernie it's been ages, and who is this lovely girl you have on your arm?"
Jane was tall, or maybe it was her five inch heels that made her almost as tall as me. She was what appeared to be a natural redhead and possibly in her fifties. She was wearing a tight white and black pencil dress with a slit that came up mid thigh, her shoulders were bare. Jane was a very sexy woman with lovely breasts.
I was jealous. I've been so envious of women and their breasts. I wished I had cleavage to show off when I wore dresses, and breasts for Daddy and other men to touch and tease, and suckle.
Jane was showing us around the store, pointing out new items and making suggestions as I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but her body was drawing my attention. Jane then showed us the dressing rooms and the fitting area which looked like a place to relax as much as having a seamstress measure you. There was a chaise on one side on the room and a few other chairs scattered about. The platform for modeling and fitting was in the center, with mirrors all around the room.
I heard Jane and Daddy speaking in whispers, before Jane said, "Now I have this handled Bernie dear, why don't you go have my assistant make you a cappuccino and you can relax up front."
Just then a cute girl appeared in the doorway grabbing Daddy's arm.