****** Looking Like That by Sally ****** =============================================================================== Looking Like That Author's Note: This story is the property of the author and was written EXCLUSIVELY for White Shadow's excellent story site. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author at 'sally34@hotmail.com' for permission. This story contains STRONG adult themes and you should read no further if you find that kind of thing offensive. Looking Like That Kerry and Anne were just sneaking through the hall when Kerry heard her father's voice calling. She gave a deep sigh. Fuck! Jim Harris called her back into the living room, demanding to know where she was going. When she finally, reluctantly, entered the room Jim was horrified. His own dear sweet daughter looked like a slut! She was only fourteen yet her face was caked with make-up. Worse was the fact that she was barely covered by a leather micro-skirt and clinging halter-top that exposed her midriff and accentuated her developing breasts. Jim could clearly see the definition of her nipples. Anne, her best friend, who had crept into the room behind Kerry, looked equally appalling. He imagined that the make-up must have come from his wife's dressing table. That was why the girls had been so quiet upstairs for the last hour. They must have taken advantage of the fact that Muriel, his wife, was staying at her sister's for the weekend. "You can't go out looking like that!" he fumed. "Oh Dad," moaned Kerry, turning the word 'Dad' into three syllables. "It's the 'look' - all the girls are dressing like this." "I don't care!" sputtered Jim. "You look like a tart!" Kerry was furious with her father. She knew he'd object if he saw her but calling her a tart (in front of Anne as well!) was unforgivable. She hated him. "Mum wouldn't mind." Jim just managed to prevent himself from swearing. "I don't CARE what Mom would or wouldn't mind. She's not here. I am. And I am telling you that you are NOT going out tonight until you put on something more suitable." "What - like boring old jeans?" shouted Kerry. "No way!" Anne felt very uncomfortable witnessing this scene and stared at her shoes. "Don't shout at me young lady. If you don't change - you don't go out. It's as simple as that!" "Never!" Kerry shrieked with tears brimming in her eyes. How could dad ruin things like this? Jim looked over Kerry's shoulder to Anne who was trying to do her best to sink into the wall. "I think you'd better go, Anne," said Jim firmly, hoping to show Kerry that he wasn't going to budge on this issue. Anne, relieved, started to slip away. "Anne! Don't!" called Kerry, furious with her betrayal, but Anne just gave her a sympathetic shrug, said, "Maybe see ya later," and let herself out. "Why did you do that?" shouted Kerry. "She'll never talk to me again!" Jim smiled grimly, "Well, she can't be much of a friend then can she?" Kerry looked at his mocking smile. "I HATE YOU!" she screamed. "STOP SHOUTING!" he retorted, shouting himself. "You're not too old to go over my knee young lady!" Kerry was astounded - her father had not laid a finger as far back as she could remember. "What?" she said, in her own mocking tone. "Are you going to spank me now?" Jim hadn't realised what sort of threat he'd made in the heat of the moment. He had no intention of some unseemly grappling to get Kerry over his knee but nevertheless said, "If I have to!" Kerry looked at him with unconcealed contempt. By now she was in a fine strop - her father had HUMILIATED her in front of her best friend and now he was determined to be as difficult as she could possibly be. To move on quickly from his empty threat Jim said, "Now - wipe off that make- up, take off those ridiculous clothes and you can go out. Any more nonsense and your grounded." "Alright then? You want me to take them off? Here!" Kerry fumbled with the halter-top, pulled it off and flung it at her father. She stood before him topless, her small breasts standing proud on her chest. Jim had not expected this. He had never been comfortable with the issue of his daughter's nudity and this open aggressive removal of her top took him by surprise. His eyes flicked to her breasts with instinctive male interest and then he looked away. Kerry caught the look of bewilderment in his eyes and sensed she had the upper hand. Kerry was no less shy of her body than any other girl her age but in the heat of the moment she unzipped the skirt, removed it and flung that at her father too. Now she stood virtually naked, just in her panties and the highest heels her mother owned. "I didn't mean take them off here!" said her father and Kerry noted with pleasure the rising panic in his voice. "I don't suppose you want me wearing these either do you?" she said, kicking off her heels and losing two inches of height in the process. Kerry was actually beginning to enjoy herself. Dare she take off her panties too? Jim Harris was in turmoil. His daughter was usually quite shy about her body, he hadn't seen her naked for a good few years, but here she was flaunting herself at him. He couldn't help but notice her lovely smooth slender body. The good-looking flesh on display triggered primal responses his own body that he could not control. He felt himself blushing. "Can I at least keep THESE on?" Kerry asked teasingly, hooking her thumbs into the tops of her panties at the gaps where the tops of her hips met her pelvis, and tugging them downwards slightly. Jim couldn't answer. His throat was too dry and felt restricted. "Well, at least LOOK at them," pouted Kerry. Jim forced himself to look down at his daughter's panties. They were black. Thin wisps of blonde pubic hair were slightly visible and contrasted against the black. He mind reeled. "Well?" said Kerry, tugging them dangerously lower so that blonde hairs began to flick over the top of them. "They're... they're just fine," he managed to say. "Good. Now - come with me and tell me what I should wear. I don't want to come down here and have to strip naked again do I?" Jim could only nod. The word 'naked' on his daughter's lips stirred his cock further. Kerry turned on her heels and marched towards the stairs. Dumbly Jim followed his topless daughter's panty-clad buttocks up the stairs to her bedroom. Kerry was enjoying every minute. Normally when mom and Steven, her wretched younger brother, were around she had very little of dad for herself. Now she had his FULL attention. She wondered how long she could spin this little game out.... In the bedroom she sat her father on her bed and proceeded to rummage through her wardrobe for equally unsuitable things to wear. As she put on, and subsequently took off, each item she made sure her father took a good long look at her in it as she modelled it in front of him. She also made sure that she would either be modelling topless - he had difficulty keeping his eyes off her breasts now - or bottomless, to show off her long legs to their advantage. "What do you think dad? Do you think I need a bra under this top? Are my nipples showing too much?" Finally, when Kerry sensed she was about to lose the initiative, she realised she'd have to be a bit more daring to keep the upper hand. "I think these black panties are showing through these white shorts. Maybe I should put white ones on. What do you think dad?" Jim was not sure what to say. If he agreed then he was asking her to remove her panties in front of him. "Whatever you think, honey," he finally said. Kerry stood defiantly before him, legs slightly apart, her fingers poised on the panties. "No," she said firmly, she would not let him off the hook. "YOU choose." Jim licked his lips and, trembling with desire, said, "I think you'd better wear the white ones." This was all the encouragement Kerry needed. Making a deep, deliberate sigh, as though she were being forced against her will to do this, she slowly, ever so slowly, peeled down her panties over the tops her thighs revealing the lightly covered blonde bush above her vagina. A wicked exhibitionist thrill coursed through her body and made her shudder. She loved the way her father was now staring at her with unconcealed attention and, yes, desire. Jim felt he should stand up and leave but his eyes were drawn inexorably towards his daughter's little mound. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it would burst. He had never seen anything so erotic in his entire life. The panties were now at Kerry's ankles and she stood, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward, enjoying the delicious moment of complete nakedness in front of her bewildered father. Her own belly felt strange and her pussy felt like it was twitching under her father's incessant gaze. At that moment she felt the strangest desire to grab his hair and grind her mound in his face. But what was she thinking? This was her father! At that moment too, all Jim wanted to do was bury his face in her sweet mound. He found his hands twitching at his sides. He could imagine pulling her by her hips and forcing her on to his face. Jim was startled from this reverie by the sound of the phone ringing. Jumping with guilt and fear he rushed from Kerry's room and back downstairs to the living room. It was his wife. She was ringing to find out how things were going. Jim managed to keep the nervousness out of his voice as he spoke, assuring her that things were fine. While he spoke, and calmed down at the same time, Kerry came back into the room. She'd changed back into the same slutty outfit that she'd first been wearing. She came close to the phone (and his mouth) and breathed, "Hi!" down the phone to her mother before kissing her father sweetly on the cheek and disappearing out of the front door. Jim had no fight left in him to stop her.... THE END Comments? Email me at 'sally34@hotmail.com' stating the name of the story as the subject. This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites * Sexy_Top_100_Stories