It was a few weeks later when Hellie ran into the older man whose cock she'd taken up her ass at Karen's party. Because, as she'd suspected, he was Karen's father.
Hellie saw him while she was stocking shelves during a morning shift. He and Karen shared a few words, gave each other a hug. He seemed to be dropping off a lunch bag for her. But after that, he headed for the store aisles.
Hellie had turned around. She wasn't sure what to do, and so she did her job.
"Excuse me, miss?"
She turned to see him standing behind her.
"Hi sir," she said cheerfully as they locked eyes. "How can I help you?"
"You folks got any 4th of July decorations yet?"
Hellie shook her head. "Not just yet sir. You might find some balloons that work in our party aisle, though."
"Mm," he said, looking her up and down. "I ain't got time for all that now, maybe I'd better come back later."
"I understand, sir," Hellie said. "I'm about to finish my shift here myself and then I'll be running out, too."
The man nodded. "Thank you for your help, young lady." He turned and left.
Five minutes later, Hellie clocked out. She ducked into the bathroom to change into shorts and a tank top. She shoved her work clothes along with her bra and panties into her bag, threw on her sunglasses, and walked outside.
She found him a few stores down, sitting on a bench outside of the barber shop. She walked toward him without looking at him directly.
"I didn't know you worked in the store," he said as she approached.
Pretending she hadn't known he'd be there, Hellie turned with a jolt, making sure he saw her mostly-exposed breasts bounce.
Hellie lowered her sunglasses to look at him. "I didn't know you were Karen's dad."
He grinned. "Who'd you think I was?"
Hellie walked steadily toward him, got close and stood over him. "I thought you were my daddy, Daddy."
He spoke in a low voice. "Girl I been dreaming of that ass for weeks."
Hellie leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "That makes my pussy wet, Daddy."
"Let me show you my car." Daddy stood and led her away.
He'd parked in the back of the side lot, under trees. It was a Cadillac.
Hellie giggled. "This is fancy, Daddy."
"Would you like to get in, sweetheart?"
Hellie bit her lip and nodded. He opened the passenger door for her and she slid in, her bare thighs hot on the leather seat. He shut the door and came around to slide into the driver's seat.
"I like your car, Daddy," she said.
"I think it likes you too, baby." He rested a hand on her thigh.
Hellie pressed her hair back behind her shoulders so that her cleavage was fully visible. "Do you like my outfit?"
"Yes I do." He reached further down to squeeze the bare inside of her thigh. "And I really like these shorts on you, baby." He moved his seat all the way back. "Why don't you come up here on my lap?"
"Yes please, Daddy." Carefully, Hellie climbed over to straddle his lap, her breasts immediately against his chest and neck. She could feel his thickness pressing up against her pussy through her shorts and his pants. She leaned down to kiss him, and their tongues danced. His tongue slowly explored the length of her mouth, as though planning the route his dick would take later.
Hellie moaned, pressing herself into him, her warmth against his hardness. Her hips moved, her ass pressing against his thighs. Still kissing her, he reached down to feel her ass and thighs with long, greedy fingers, making her grind harder and press her ass back further for his hands. He tugged her shorts up, exposing more of her ass and pressing the denim against her clit and asshole. Hellie whimpered.
"This ass is so soft," he murmured, squeezing one cheek.
"Mmm, thank you Daddy."
He kissed her again, shoving his tongue in deep, and Hellie sucked it gently, bobbing her head as she would on his dick. He held her ass in both hands as their hips moved, dual warmth in motion.
"Baby," he said, "why don't you turn around and show this to me?" He patted her ass.
Hellie giggled and very carefully swiveled herself until she was finally straddling him backwards. She pressed her ass against his dick, her breasts against the steering wheel.
"Oh," he groaned, "that ass is fat." He slapped it to see it jiggle. He massaged her cheeks with both hands, his thumbs meeting and pressing up into her crack. Hellie moaned. "Girl," he said, "I've been praying to get up this ass again."
Hellie moaned again and giggled. "All you had to do was call me, Daddy. I'll always let you in."
