A day on the highway

Heather looked up at the sign standing tall alongside the highway.

Cassidy Customs.

She had been aware of the body shop for years but the connection between it and her fathers family name had never clicked in her mind. After hearing all the lies about him the idea that he would be a successful businessman was inconceivable, but there it was. Just about every hot rod, classic car and custom sport in the city had come through its doors at some point or another. It's showroom was a dream of muscle car enthusiasts, it's lot marred with the black marks from countless donuts and burnouts.

Heather looked back at her father as he locked his car. Her heart sank at the sight of his ten year old civic parked alongside a parade of well polished show cars. She knew why he drove a run down car, it was the same reason he lived in a tiny apartment. The bigger his paycheck the more her whore of a mother would have taken. Of course, that wasn't a problem any more.

"Are you ready for a day of cruising around in a fancy ass car?"

"Hell yeah I am. Are you ready to teach me how to drive?"

Dean broke into laughter so intense he nearly doubled over.

"Oh hell no." He pointed back to the civic in the parking lot. "That car, sure, I'll teach you to drive in that. But in a show car?"

Hazel eyes stared up at him. They grew wide and teary in their attempt to pull at his heart. She tugged gently at his shirt and pressed herself delicately against his chest. Her breath came light and shallow.

"No."

"Oh well, it was worth a shot." She broke her facade and carried on towards the building. "But when I'm comfortable driving stick I can drive a fancy car, right?"

"Of course! I'll even let you pick one out from the show room."

She pumped her fist in celebration before following him into the buildings lobby.

"Mr. Cassidy! Didn't you take the day off?"

Trevor, an administrative assistant and desk jockey, was surprised to see his boss and stepped forward to shake Dean's hand before giving his young companion a once over. She wore a denim skirt, white tank top and short boots. Her brown bob of hair was held back by the sunglasses perched on her forehead. The tank hugged the her upper body. It was light, thin and under the powerful florescents of the showroom the white fabric covered but did little to conceal the light brown bits of fun that capped her modest breasts. He averted his eyes before lingering too long, hoping his gaze hadn't been noticed. It had.

"Morning Trevor. I'm actually in to sign out one of the company cars for a joy ride." He motioned to Heather. "Reconnecting with my daughter."

"Oh, cool, cool. So which car were you taking? I don't think any of them are booked for today so you should have your pick of the lot."

Dean gave it some thought. "I think I'll let Heather decide."

Heather squealed with delight and skipped away after being brought out to the small company lot behind the building. The cars there weren't quite as valuable or rare as those in the showroom, but they were impressive nonetheless. First she ran to a modern muscle car, then to a tricked out import, then to a classic sport. Finally, the teen approached the oldest of the company cars. A bright red 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air convertible.

Dean had hauled it out from a junkyard years earlier to show off his businesses ability to restore old vehicles. What was once a rusted and busted piece of junk had been returned to its pristine state. The car was as polished and spotless as the day it rolled off the line with the only change made to the exterior being the addition of the garage logo. It was a chrome decal on the vehicle's rear; Cassidy Customs, written out in cursive and looking like it had come straight from the 50s.

Heather rushed to the restored classic and leaned over the passenger door to get a better look at the driver side. Denim slid up toned thighs to just barely show the base of her round runners ass. The two men behind her continued their conversation as best they could.

"The, uh, the auto shows in a few months. Any plans for our stall at the exhibition?"

"Hmm? Oh, exhibition..." Dean struggled to focus. "...no plans yet. Maybe something with a, uh, a low rider."

Heather leaned further over the car door to reveal the thin bolt of blue fabric that was her thong. Little was left to the imagination; the teens only modesty being her virgin hole and the crack leading up between her almost entirely exposed cheeks. Though she usually enjoyed flashing her panty shot was inadvertent; she was so absorbed in checking out the car that she had honestly not noticed what was being displayed.

"So, um, your daughter..."

"I think we'll take the Bel Air out for the day."

"Yeah..."

"Keys."

"Keys?"

"Go get the keys Trevor."

"Keys? Keys! Yes Mr. Cassidy, of course Mr. Cassidy, right away Mr. Cassidy."

The young man hurried inside the building while Dean continued to admire his daughters bottom. He knew there would be issues going forward if people knew of their relationship. A part of him wanted everyone to know what he was doing with his daughter, but another part knew how much trouble that could start.

The two of them would have to sort something out.

Later

Few heads were left unturned by the bright red machine. What the Bel Air lacked in power it made up for with eye catching style and father and daughter didn't roar so much as rumble down the highway. Still, there was excitement to be had in driving that old machine. Less then five minutes after hitting the road Heather had, with her fathers permission, stood to put herself above the convertibles windshield. After having been blasted with wind she returned to her seat ruffled and joyous.

The next attempt was made with her top pulled up. The wind was cold and uncomfortable against her bare breasts, but the excitement of flashing oncoming traffic more than made up for it. After a few honks from the far side of the road the teen dropped back into vehicle with a grin on her face. Dean found that he liked to watch his daughter expose herself to strangers and actively encouraged her behavior. He wanted to do more. To not just show her off, but to let people know what they did together.

"Heather, it's getting hard to focus on the road."

She turned back from baring her chest to a truck driver.

"Do you want me to stop? I'm sorry if I went too far..."

Dean eased his seat back. Up to that point most of their sexual contact had been initiated by her. He suspected it was because she was divinely comfortable in his presence. She didn't feel hesitant or fear rejection and embarrassment. The man figured it was about time for him to start feeling the same way.

"No need to stop, you can show off your body as much as you'd like..." He spread his legs. "...I just need your help with something."

Heather bit her lip while staring at the bulge in her fathers pants. She reached out to grope him and found a thick, stiff shaft hidden behind a layer of fabric. After a moment of fiddling she had freed his member.

"I-I'd be happy to help..." The girl leaned over to kiss the tip of her fathers erection. "...any time you want me to, daddy..."

With that the eighteen year old undid her seatbelt, brought up her legs and knelt on her seat to properly take his swollen head between her lips. The bobbing started slow and shallow but as her spit mixed with his precum she found herself able to take him deeper and deeper. Each downward motion brought more of his meat into her mouth. Dean knew she wouldn't be able to take his whole length, not without more practice. He had considered using his divine gift to give her mastery over sucking cock but figured it would be more fun slowly training her.

Heather lightly gagged as she hit her limit. Her fathers thick shaft filled her mouth, its flared head pressing against the back of her throat. She slowly pulled up and instead got to using her tongue and lips to tease and please the cock that made her. An agile tongue flicked across the mans urethra before teasing the underside of his knob. Young lips pursed and kissed at spongy flesh. The world around her faded away as she focused on blowing her dad. It was a focus normally reserved for hurdles or the pole vault. Her world was just her and the target. There was one task to perform, one purpose to fill. In that moment in that car Heathers only purpose was to suck cock.

She nearly jumped when a honk came from somewhere behind her.

"Don't worry about it." Dean placed a hand on the back of his daughters head and guided her back to her work. "Just someone enjoying the show."

As the teen got back to it she felt him slide his hand down her back and across her ass. There was another honk as her father pulled her denim skirt up around her waist. Evidently the person or people in the car next to them enjoyed seeing her thong. Not wanting to disappoint; she pulled her fathers cock from her mouth and rested her head in his lap. With both hands the girl reached back, yanked her underwear down to her knees and spread her ass cheeks for her mystery audience. More honking suggested her display was appreciated.

"I'm pretty close..." Dean shifted in his seat to rub his slick stick against his daughters face. "...mind finishing me off?"

Heather set aside her distractions and focused on the task at hand. Even with the seat back there was little space between the steering wheel and her father, but the high school graduate still managed to get his testicles into her mouth. They grew warm and soft as she massaged them with her tongue, but in only a minute a sudden tension warned her of what was coming.

"We can't risk staining the cars interior..." Dean guided his daughters mouth back to the tip of his erection. The girl licked and kissed her fathers shaft from base to head as she got into position to recieve his load. "...oh fuck."

Three things then happened that Heather did not expect.
First, her father pushed her head down and **** his thick tool into the back of her throat.
Second, he bucked his hips with each blast of hot cum.
Third, he floored the cars accelerator.

The Bel Air peeled away from the mystery vehicle and the girl sputtered and gagged as her throat was coated with slick seed. She would have been upset by the sudden invasion of her mouth and would have heaved and nearly vomited from the cock slamming into her uvula, but the teenage girl instead took her fathers climax in stride. His presence brought her an unnatural comfort that allowed her to handle the unpleasantness of a sudden deep throat.

Heather pulled back with a cough and returned to her seat. She then kicked her thong the rest of the way down her legs and left the diminutive garment on the floor of the car.

"Going commando?"

She made sure to flash him her virgin pussy and its brunette landing strip before adjusting her skirt.

"Yup."

Two turn offs later

"Are you sure I should do this?" Heather had flipped her sunglasses onto her forehead and locked her hazel eyes onto her fathers. "What if something goes wrong?"

"I trust you."

The words meant more to her than she cared to admit. Since meeting her father she'd done new things and pushed herself to new heights, but what he was asking of her was actually risky. If she made a mistake it could cost them both.

"Heather, get out of the car and do it. It'll be fine."

The girl obeyed her father and stepped out of the vehicle. She walked down its bright red side and stopped near the end. Her hands worked nervously.

"Dad, I've never done this before."

He gave her a confident nod.

She nodded in turn. Carefully, cautiously, she opened the Bel Airs gas tank and inserted the gas nozzle.

"Isn't it bad if I get gas on the paint?"

"It's fine."

"What if I scratch it?"

"You're being careful."

"What about the gas station guy? Isn't this his job?"

Dean glanced at one of the stations full service pumps. The attendant was a lanky teen with a spaced out look on his face. He would sooner trust a nervous eighteen year old girl than an inattentive and apathetic hourly worker.

"This is a self serve pump honey. Just follow the instructions on the panel and you'll do fine."

"Ok... honey?"

"Sweety?"

"No."

"Darling?"

"Ehhh..."

"Pumpkin."

The sporty teen nodded her head and went through the steps of using a pump. A few minutes later the job was done with not a drip or scratch on the classic. Father and daughter then slipped inside the station in search of snacks and water.

An old woman shuffled up to the single till just as Dean and Heather sorted out what they wanted and, with a simple gesture, dashed any hope of leaving in a timely manner. Dean could swear he heard an audible thud from the stack of lottery tickets she dropped on the counter. He could feel the days joy and excitement ebb away as the octogenarian slowly explained to the clerk that she wanted him to scan her losing tickets to make sure she didn't miss any winners. The father watched with fascination as the young man behind the counter scowled at the senior without breaking the company mandated smile he was supposed to give her.

Boredom set in quickly and he found his hand beginning to wander. He had been holding his daughter with his snack free arm wrapped around the small of her back, but gravity and a desire for entertainment slowly pulled it down. He watched Heather's face as his hand came to rest on her rump; a biting of her lower lip giving way to a grin, it was the only signal he needed.

The father groped and kneaded his daughters toned, perky, runners ass. Her denim skirt was unadorned by pockets or other features and, other than being made of a durable fabric, did little to inhibit him. Another customer, a man of around thirty, entered the kiosk and took his place in line behind them. Dean didn't care. His molestation was not subtle and it took less than a second for the stranger to notice what was going on. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he said nothing.

The girl looked over her shoulder at the newcomer. She eyed him up, turned to her older companion and whispered something in his ear. He whispered back, smiled and shifted his hand to the cheek closer to himself. The teen looked back at the man, smiled, stuck her ass out and wiggled it enticingly. He hesitated, but horniness won out. The stranger reached forward and placed his hand on the girls free cheek. He was slow at first, but his confidence grew and soon he had matched pace with the man at her side. The two pushed, pulled, squeezed, squished and otherwise worked the teenagers firm ass in an aggressive massage. Her cheeks flushed. Her breathing grew quick and shallow. The eighteen year old had shown off to strangers before, but letting one grope her was a new high.

"Next please."

The clerk had scanned every lottery ticket in the senior citizens stack and confirmed them all to be losers. The old woman, satisfied with having wasted everyone's time, shuffled away from the counter.

Dean and Heather stepped up. Snacks and water were placed and hijinks continued. Dean pulled at the hem of his daughters skirt and lifted up and over her round bum. His middle finger slid down between her perky cheeks and found her back door unnaturally slick and ready to be stuffed. The exploring digit hooked into her waiting hole. Heather breathed in sharply. A ring finger then joined its neighbor. Heather let out a soft moan. The two invaders then started pumping.

"Will that be cash or..." The clerk trailed off. He couldn't be certain of what his customers were doing, but he knew it was something depraved.

Again, Dean didn't care.

He redoubled his efforts and dialed up the aggression. His fingers pumped in and out, pulled side to side and otherwise ravished his daughters ass while the two strangers watched. The only sounds in the kiosk were from a man finger blasting his daughters back door and her moans of pleasure.

Heather fell forward across the counter while her first orgasm rocked it's way through her body. Dean noticed the stranger holding his phone, its camera pointed towards his daughters slutty ass and virgin cunt. It wasn't the first video of her taken that day. He hadn't mentioned it, but the car they paced with while she blew him was full of teens around her age who had snapped pictures and recorded video of the show. He imagined that footage was already posted somewhere online. He was right.

Dean decided to finish things by burying his fingers into his daughters ass. Right down to the knuckles. He did so so forcefully Heather was lifted to the tips of her toes.

"Ohhh fuck... daddy..." She moaned and drooled on the counter. "...I love feeling you in my slutty little butt. Fuck I- I'm-" She shuddered again at the anal ****.

"Cash." Dean slapped a twenty down on the counter directly in front of his moaning daughters face. "No change."

The two gathered their things and walked out, a fathers arm wrapping around and supporting his quivering daughter, their small audience left in stunned silence.

Back on the highway

"Sorry if I went a little hard on you back there."

"Are you kidding? I've never felt anything like that before. Fuck..." Heather leaned back in her seat, water in hand. "...letting that guy touch me was just- and then what you did to my ass... with an audience! I mean... fuck."

They drove in a comfortable silence for a while before Heather struck up more conversation.

"So, dad, we did a lot of catching up when we moved in. But we mostly talked about me."

"We talked about me too."

"I know, the garage and all, but we didn't talk about you and your..." The covenants made between father and daughter, diety and subject, drove her onward. "...do you have a girlfriend? Do you date? How often have you gotten laid since divorcing the whore? What about-"

"Ok, hold up. I'll tell you all about that stuff if you tell me what's prompted this sudden questioning."

"I was thinking about the stuff we've been doing together. The sexual stuff. And I was wondering if you've done these things before. Like, is this normal for you? Or am I pushing you as much as you're pushing me?"

"Alright, ok, I can see where you're coming from. Well, for starters, it was a few years after the divorce before I started looking to date again. I was upset, mistrustful, paranoid, but eventually I got over myself and got back out there. There've been dates, even a few short relationships, but nothing serious or lasting. There've also been a fair number of one night stands and casual hookups."

"How often are you getting laid? I mean, you have my sweet ass to plow now, but before we reconnected. Is my dad the sort of guy that nabs a different hotty every Friday night?"

"Not as often as you'd think. Most of my Fridays, when I'm horny at least, are spent at the local club."

"You dance?"

"Err, no. Not the local night clubs. I'm a bit old for that scene. There's a strip joint not far from my apartment."

"Ohhh, a strip club. Are you tech illiterate? You know there's naked women on the internet, right?"

Dean couldn't help but chuckle. He knew he was being grilled and loved that after so many years his daughter somehow had his sense of humor.

"No. Me scared of color box. It make strange sounds. It beeps at Dean. Dean no like beeping."

Heather cracked. It was a dumb joke. The perfect weapon to **** the teen into giggles.

"In all seriousness, I am well aware that the internet is for porn. But there's something better about seeing it live."

"Are you one of those creepy perves that sits right up at the stage?"

"Yup. And I'm not going to lie, not that I could, a couple of the regular girls there know me. I uhhh- I'm a generous tipper."

"You know, I've thought about stripping. Not as a job or anything. It's just something I think I'd like to try some day... I mean, I like showing off my body and all that, so it's not too different."

Dean gave the idea some thought.

"They do amateurs night every once in a while. If you wanted to try it out, do it for the sake of doing it, that could be a good time."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Speaking of showing off; there's something important we need to discuss." Dean turned off onto a secondary road and pulled over. "You keep moaning daddy when we do things, even in public."

"I-is that a problem? Do you want me to st-"

"No, no not a problem. Hell, it only gets me harder. I love how wrong it is, despite how right it feels. And I like letting people see, letting them know. I own an auto body garage for fucks sake, showing off is is my bread and butter."

"But..."

"But we can get into a lot of trouble if anyone called it in. I know you want an element of risk when you flash, but we can't let people do anything about it. I have some ideas that might prevent future problems without interfering with fun." He looked her dead in the eyes. Hazel on hazel. "Do you trust me?"

His once estranged daughter nodded her head.

"No one can share knowledge of any incestuous acts my daughter performs."

Dean's voice came as an echoing boom a full octave lower than normal. In that moment nothing immediately changed, but a metaphorical lock and been placed upon Heather. People could learn what she was doing with her father and feel whatever they would usually feel, react how they would normally react, but none could report that particular crime.

"Hey, dad? I know you're trying not to use that power for frivolous things, but could you maybe do something to fuck with that whore? You know the one."

Dean grinned a devious grin, his best impression of the one his daughter made when she was up to no good.

"Amber now suffers from very obvious genital warts."

"Genital wa-" Heather gagged. "Oh god. Oh fuck."

"Let's see her use that dried up cunt to survive now." The two laughed the rest of their day away before returning the Bel Air.

Trevor, the desk jockey for Cassidy Customs, gave the vehicle a once over after it was signed back in. The only thing out of order was a single blue garment on the floor of the passenger side. He knew whose it was, he hadn't stopped thinking about it since he'd seen it that morning. The young mans mind raced with possible reasons why it was there and could only settle on one.

He could do nothing with that knowledge.