Chapter 54: The Sluts Are Eager to Shop at the New Clothing Store

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A new idea has possessed Kristen: a clothing store opened by the profits from her mother’s porn studio.

What if there’s a clothing store that has naughty lines of clothes for the sluts she writes about in her diary. She brainstorm three lines of clothes. She’s eager to write about them. To pour more of herself into the diary.

She comes closer and closer to pouring all of herself into those pages, too.

Pink Spice is ready to open with its three lines of clothes.

The Maiden Line is for all the good girls in the world. While the outfits are outwardly demure with blouses, skirts, dresses, corsets, and maternity clothes, they are sewn with pockets that can allow your man to reach in and fondle you at will. The cum-resistant fabric is perfect for your man to enjoy you while leaving you modestly clothed.

The Whore-Queen Line are for those sluts who need to be shown off. Sheer, diaphanous, and transparent fabrics are used for the line of form-fitting and skimpy clothes. From skirts so short they might as well be belts to halter tops that leave nothing to the imagination. If a slut can’t show herself off to boys, what is she even good for?

The Slave Line is the final one, featuring all manner of corsets, collars, and accessories. Everything a Master or Mistress will need to outfit his or her slave. Whether the slave is a precocious teen or a busty MILF, she will be shown off to the world as the submissive whore she is.

The Grand Opening of my mother’s store begun!

The first lucky girl to try out the Maiden Line is shopping with her father.

Barbie Teller
I was strolling through the mall with my Dad. I hated shopping with him. He insisted on going fast. He didn’t let me try anything on, and if it was even a tad bit risque, he would shut it down. He didn’t want to believe his fourteen-year-old daughter was becoming a woman.

Even if my boobs were only B-cups. They could still grow.

“Fine, fine, we’re done, Dad,” I huffed. “We’re...” I blinked at a new clothing store that appeared. Pink Spice.

I blinked and ... Why was I surprised by Pink Spice? Daddy and I were here to shop for their new Maiden Line. Daddy loved that I was his little slut, but he wanted me to be a demure girl. He didn’t want other men to see how sexy I was.

Supposedly the Maiden Line of Pink Spice had the solution he was looking for.

I clung to his arm as we headed to the shop. I gasped at the sight of the slave wear on the mannequin in the window. It was a corset that had chrome strips on the sides and spiked bracelets. It left her boobs bare. The mannequin even had nipple rings connected by a chain.

I shuddered as we headed inside. The store was divided into three parts. The Slave Line was all blacks and leather and scary devices. I whimpered as I glanced at the Whore Queen. Sheer tops. Revealing skirts. Bold colors.

The Maiden Line had pinks and pastels and such modest clothing. They were cute stuff. Childish dresses but designed for teenage or adult women. Frilly stuff with lots of lace. It was cuteness personified. I shuddered as we headed for it.

There was a mannequin that was dressed in a pink dress. It covered her fully. She looked so cute in it. I shuddered as there was several little signs that read, “Daddy, slip your hand inside here.” It was on her side. Another read, “Big brother, slide your hand in my pocket.”

I went up to it and frowned, touching the side of the dress beneath the armpits. There was a cunningly hidden slit. I slid my hand in and found myself able to grope the mannequin’s boob. I glanced at Daddy.

He pushed his hand into the pocket and groaned. “I can touch her pussy.”

I shivered at it.

“Yes, yes,” purred a woman in a transparent blouse that molded to her breasts. She had big boobs and red hair. “That’s the joy of our Maiden Line. Your little girl can appear virginal, but you have access to her body at any time. And, of course, cum won’t stain this fabric. Not like the Whore Queen line. The skirt’s even easy to hike. See.” She pulled up the skirt. It only rose in the back. “You can discretely enjoy her.”

“Damn,” Daddy said.

“Please, please, let me get this one, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“Yeah,” he said.

“We’ll give you a discount if you wear it out of the store, too,” cooed the woman.

“Definitely,” Daddy said.

I shivered in delight, so eager to wear it. The clerk grabbed me one off the rack. She also snagged a few other outfits, but it was the pink one I wanted to wear. I trembled as I went to the changing room. I tried on the outfits. They were all cute and all had those discrete pockets. I couldn’t ever wear a bra or panties with them, but that just made me even hotter.

I was so glad that Daddy was my lover. That he had taken my virginity.

I tried on the pink dress last. I looked so girly in it. My blonde hair, gathered in pigtails, made me seem even younger than fourteen. I trembled there, preening. I swirled the skirt around and giggled at how adorable I was. My blue eyes flashed.

I stepped out. Daddy groaned at the sight of me.

“Well?” I asked and twirled around for him.

“That’s perfect, honey,” he groaned. “You’re such a beautiful cutie, Barbie. Just like your mother.”

I beamed at him. He took the other dresses and we headed up front. We reached the register, setting them all down. The woman carefully removed the tag from my dress and started ringing them up. I stood next to my daddy.

His hand slid up my side. I shivered as he found the slit. He pressed into my dress. His hand touched my bare skin. It was so warm to have him sliding over my torso to my small breast. He cupped my little mound, discretely molesting me.

The clerk smiled, her big boobs jiggling in her transparent blouse.

“Yes, yes, isn’t that convenient, sir?” she asked as Daddy pulled his wallet out with his other hand. “You’re able to play with your daughter and pay at the same time.”

“Yes,” Daddy groaned. He was such a handsome man. His hand rubbed my boob, my nipple tingling. He opened his wallet and pulled out his card. It was awkward, but he managed.

The clerk ran his card. She boxed up the purchases and put them into a bag. I trembled, Daddy pinching my nipple. It felt so good. Then he took the bag from the clerk and pulled his hand out of my blouse. I shivered as he withdrew his hand.

I grabbed his right arm as we headed out the clothing store, passing others browsing the more risque parts of the shop. I snuggled up to him as his hand rubbed at my hip. He found the pocket. I shuddered as he slid in through the hole to rub at my skin.

“Daddy,” I whimpered as he slid his hand along my waist and down to my pussy. He found the trimmed curls of my bush. “Mmm, yes, Daddy.”

As we walked out of the store, he cupped my pussy.

I whimpered and clung to him as he rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy. He was fingering me in public, and no one could tell. They would just see a cute girl clinging to her father. An adorable and innocent pair. They couldn’t’ know his fingers slid up and down my cunt.

My juices flowed. I knew I was soaking his digits. I whimpered as he caressed my pussy lips. It was just such a wonderful moment. I loved this so much. I shuddered as his fingers rubbed at my clit. I gasped at the bursting sparks.

Then his fingers slid into my cunt.

“Daddy,” I whimpered as he worked his digits in and out of my cunt. The incestuous rush of his thick digits swept through me. I loved him sliding those wonderful fingers in and out of my juicy twat while everyone around us was oblivious. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said.

We window shopped as Daddy fingered me. I groaned as his fingers churned up my pussy. He worked them in and out of me. I trembled, my eyes closing at how great it felt. He drove me wild. I would have a huge cum.

His fingers worked in and out of my pussy lips as I walked. I trembled as he did that. I shuddered as he ground the heel of his hand on my clit. I shuddered as I clung to his arms. I whimpered as we paused to stare at some Lego sets on display.

Those fingers were thick and loving. They teased me. People walked all around us, thinking I was a good girl when I was really a daughter-slut. Only Daddy could do this to me. I was his personal whore. His living fucktoy.

“Daddy,” I whimpered.

He smiled at me and thrust a third finger into my pussy.

It was so much. So wonderful. My eyes rolled back into my head as he did that. He drove me wild. I would explode on him. Just have a huge climax. There was no stopping it. I whimpered as he churned me up. He drove into me again and again.

It was so wonderful to have him doing that. I clung to him. I whimpered as he buried his fingers into my cunt. That was it. I was going to burst. There was no stopping it now. He rubbed my clit. I clung to him.

“Daddy!” I hissed and buried my face into his arm.

My pussy spasmed around his fingers. The waves of my incestuous passion swept through me. I shuddered, savoring every second of that delight. It was just so wonderful. I trembled, loving the way my pussy rippled around Daddy’s fingers. It was just a perfect moment.

This was the best part about being a good girl. I was so happy right now. Just so thrilled. My pleasure swept through me. It was so awesome. I quivered through so much ecstasy. He churned me up with all that he had.

“Daddy, Daddy!” I groaned into his sleeve. “Oh, oh, Daddy!”

I trembled, my cunt writhing around his fingers. The heat swept through me. It was just a beautiful thing. Stars flashed across his vision. I loved everything that washed out of me. The pleasure drowned my mind. I savored every bit of it. This heat drove me wild. It was beautiful.