Daddy Daughter Date
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My Dad raised me to be a good girl. I got good grades in school, minded my manners, didn’t swear, and always wore modest outfits that covered my body. Boys did notice me, but honestly, I’ve only ever had one crush guy. My Dad. But he’s SUCH a good father that he’d never, ever consider sleeping with me, even though he hasn’t slept with anyone since my mom died all those years ago. He can only see me as his perfect princess. But shortly after turning 18, I discovered I was a bodyhopper. It’s so exciting to be able to hop someone that doesn’t match the image I’ve maintained my whole life, like this body I’m wearing now. I’ve got tattoos and fishnet stockings. Definitely not something Daddy would want me wearing out of the house. But when I used it to visit him at his shop, he looked me up and down in a way that made my knees weak and my panties wet. Guess this outfit is okay when it’s not worn by his daughter. I asked for his number, he gave it, I texted him, and now we’re going on a date tonight! He thinks I’m at a friend’s for the night, but I’m not! I’m gonna be out with him on a daddy daughter date! One that doesn’t have to end the same way they used to with him tucking me into bed. I’ll flirt. I’ll laugh at his jokes, even if they are corny. I’ll convince him to take me back to our house. I’ll kiss him in the way I’ve always wanted to, and then let him use this body in the way he deserves. Tonight, Daddy’s gonna see how bad his good girl can be.