**Daddy Takes Charge in the Changing Room**

I never thought I’d end up like this—naked in a mall changing room, my cock rock hard and throbbing while Daddy loomed over me, his fingers teasing places I didn’t even know could feel this good.

It started simple enough. We were just shopping, him picking out clothes for me like always, because I could never decide for myself. A tight pair of jeans, a shirt that hugged my shoulders. “Try these on,” he said, his voice low and gruff, like it always was when he wanted more than just shopping. I obeyed, stepping into the cramped stall, the flimsy curtain barely offering privacy.

I should’ve known he’d follow.

The second I pulled my shirt off, the curtain slid open, and there he was—big, broad, his dark eyes raking over my bare chest. “Daddy—” I whimpered, but he shushed me with a finger on my lips.

“Quiet, baby boy. Don’t want anyone hearing you, do we?” His other hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my jeans, which were already getting tight. My cock twitched when he brushed against it through the denim. “Look at you,” he murmured, “already so hard for me.”

I bit my lip, nodding, my breath hitching as he undid my button and zipper. His rough hands pushed my jeans down, revealing my leaking dick, the tip glistening. He palmed me, squeezing just enough to make me whine. “Fuck, Daddy…”

He chuckled, his other hand coming up to pinch my nipple—hard. I jolted, a choked gasp leaving my lips as the sharp pleasure shot straight to my cock. He twisted, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers until I was panting, my fists clenched in the fabric of my discarded shirt.

“So sensitive,” he mused, pinching the other nipple now, making my hips jerk. His free hand slid lower, fingers tracing the cleft of my ass. My stomach tightened—I knew where this was going.

“Daddy, please—”

“Shh,” he whispered, a single finger pressing against my tight hole. I squirmed, but he held me still, rubbing slow circles until my body relaxed, just enough. Then, with a slick push (when the hell did he get lube?), his finger slid inside.

I gasped, my back arching as he worked deeper, the unfamiliar stretch burning just a little, but God, the way it made my cock throb… “Fuck, fuck, Daddy—”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, curling his finger, pressing against something inside me that made my thighs shake. Every thrust of his finger sent sparks through me, my cock dripping onto my stomach. His other hand never stopped tormenting my nipples, twisting, pinching, flicking—each touch driving me closer to the edge.

“Gonna make you come just like this,” he murmured, adding a second finger, stretching me wider. I choked on a moan, my hole clenching around him as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. “You gonna come for Daddy without even touching your pretty cock?”

I nodded frantically, my hips rocking back onto his fingers, desperate for more. His thumb brushed my swollen nipple again, and that was it—my orgasm ripped through me, my cum splashing across my stomach as I clenched around his fingers, my whole body trembling.

Daddy kissed my neck, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last twitch of pleasure. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Now let’s get you dressed before someone catches us.”

But the way his hand lingered on my ass, I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close.