"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 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, 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.

Rachel came out of the changing room in a super tight-fitting long dress. It was bright orange and hugged her fantastic body like a second skin.

"Tell me, daddy. Is this one better? I can't wear underwear under it, though, because it would show. But you know that already, don't you," she said, smirking. Indicating she saw me watching her change.

Rachel walked to me and turned around, almost putting her juicy arse in my face, "Go ahead, touch it; daddy, feel how smooth it feels without panties. But just know if you buy this for Selina, she will go out without underwear. But I don't think that would bother you, would it?"

I reached out almost as if on autopilot and ran my hand over Rachel's smooth, firm arse. The silky material felt amazing, my hand gliding over the fabric. she turned to face me, "Go ahead, daddy, touch my tits. See how nice it feels on all my curves."

I reached out and cupped her ample breast. Her nipples were rock hard and making obscene points in the dress. They got even harder after running my hands over them.  

"You two are disgusting. I should call security on you both. It makes me sick that you are touching your daughter like that."

Before I could even open my mouth to explain, Rachel let her have a mouthful.

"Mind your own business, you nosey bitch. I'm not his daughter, you weirdo. He's my sugar daddy."

The woman stormed off in a huff. I just wanted to get the fuck out of the shop. I was utterly embarrassed. But Rachel had other ideas. and took my hand, dragging me into the changing room with her.

"Ok, clearly, me coming out there to show you the dresses isn't working, so you might as well sit there," she said, pointing to a seat in the corner of the changing room. 

"Rachel, I don't think being in here is in any form appropriate. Why don't we just leave now before that woman actually calls security."   

"Rubbish, fuck her and her narrow-minded ideals. It's not like you haven't seen me naked already. You know what you see in the mirror, I can see as well. And you never looked away when I was taking off my panties before. So I guess you like what you saw, and daddy, I liked showing it to you."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked. It's just it's been a while, you know, since Selina's mother left." 

Rachel slid the dress down her body and stepped out of it. She took my hand and pressed it between her legs, "Do you really think I gave you a choice? No more bullshit, daddy. I want you inside me. I have wanted to ride your big hard cock since the first time I saw it accidentally when I was seventeen. Can you feel how wet you have made me, daddy? I left the curtain open on purpose. I wanted you to see my naked hot young body. But more importantly, I want to suck your beautiful hard cock." 

"Rachel, are you fucking insane? What the hell are you doing? You are my daughter's best friend. I shouldn't be seeing you naked, and I certainly can't be touching your vagina."

"It's no vagina, daddy. Right now, it's a very hot wet cunt, that you are fingering all on your own. I'm no longer holding your hand."

I looked down, and she was right. I had two fingers inside her, and she was no longer holding it there. I went to pull them out, but she grabbed my hand and said, "Don't you fucking dare move your fingers. You made me this wet. Now finish the job you started."

I looked at her and saw something had changed in her eyes. She was no longer cute sweet Rachel. She had lust and desire like I had never seen in a woman. Rachel spread her legs a little wider for me, and my fingers slid deep inside her.

"Taste me, daddy," she almost growled, pushing my head towards her smooth long pussy lips.

I knew I should have stopped this nonsense got up and walked away. She is my daughter's best friend, for fuck sake. What was I thinking? The truth was my head was no longer thinking. My cock head had taken over, and my mouth engulfed her long beefy meat curtains, and I sucked on them, devouring her sweet young nectar.

"Oh, fuck, daddy, I knew your tongue would feel amazing in my cunt. You have no idea how long I have wanted you to taste me. To take me! To make me your personal whore or baby girl."

Holy shit, if Rachel kept talking like that, I was going to bust a nut in my shorts. I had no idea pussy could taste this damn sweet. I'm going to hell for sure, but fuck, I'll be going knowing I have tasted the sweetest thing God has ever created, Rachel, little cunt.

Rachel pushed my face hard against her pussy as I took her hard clit in my mouth and began sucking on it and flicking my tongue across it. She was holding my head tight, almost suffocating me. Then her whole body went rigid, and she started shaking. 

"Oh fuck daddy, I'm cumming ohhh fuuuck yesss, fuuuck meee. Oh God, yesss."

Suddenly my mouth was flooded with thick creamy liquid. I had no option but to swallow as copious amounts flowed from Rachel's quivering cunt.

As her orgasm subsided and she released my head, I slumped back in the chair. It had all happened so fast, in a matter of minutes. But the guilt kicked in even quicker. I felt like shit, having defiled my daughter's best friend. But there was no denying the raging hard-on trying to poke out the top of my shorts.  

"Rachel, I'm sorry I should never have taken advantage of you like that. It was wrong. Please forgive me and never mention this to Selina, please."

Rachel leaned down, took my face in her hands, and began licking it clean, tasting her juices from my face and mouth. Then she kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in a very long time. Rachel's tongue swirled around in my mouth. Her lips were plump and soft, and my heart began to melt as the twenty-year-old girl turned me into jello.

"Daddy, how long are you going to deny the fact I want you? This isn't something I'm doing to make fun of you. I have wanted you for the last three years. I want to be yours! I want you to fuck every day. I want you to take me, however, whenever you want. I want to be your submissive little fucktoy, your slutty little cum dump, daddy."

I was genuinely speechless. I didn't know how to respond. I had never been in this situation before, someone throwing themselves at me. But my shock was short-lived and replaced by pure desire as Rachel knelt before me and undid my shorts. My raging hard cock burst into view, almost slapping her in the face. 

"There you are, you glorious piece of fuck meat. I will never understand why that fucking bitch whore of a wife left you when you have this fucking beautiful monster between your legs. God, I'm going to worship your cock, daddy. It's so thick, so fucking gorgeous," Rachel said before wrapping her pretty pink lips around my cock and sending me to heaven.

"Oh fuck me, Rachel, where did you learn that? Oh fuck, that's amazing. Good God, if you keep that up, I'm going to explode in your mouth."

Rachel looked into my eyes, letting my cock slip from her mouth, "Daddy, don't call me Rachel anymore. I think we are past that. Call me baby girl or slut because that's what I am now, daddy. I'm your little cum slut, so please, daddy, give me your big load. I want to swallow it all." 

Rachel popped my cock back in her mouth, and with two hands wrapped around the shaft, she started stroking it and sucking the head, her tongue pushing into the...