I was 4 years old when I met Daddy.
He and mom had been dating several weeks and things had become pretty serious.
Daddy was a wealthy man in his mid-thirties at the time. He had started a successful business in his twenties and sold it to a large corporation, never having to work another day in his life.
And he intended to keep it that way. He travelled the world for years, until he came to Manilla and met the perfect whore, my mom.
Mom was in her early twenties at the time, with blue hair and a body covered in tattoos. I had the most beautiful mom a little girl could have. She was absolutely stunning.
She worked as a call-girl before she met Daddy. During the day we would be inseparable and at night I slept at my grandmother’s, while mom was earning a living by doing what she enjoyed most.
When mom met Daddy, she found the man she had always dreamed of. A man who could love her for the whore that she was and with whom she could be a complete whore.
I recognize that desire. I have it myself with that very same man.
In mom, Daddy found the woman he had always longed for, a woman who wanted to give her body to him, more than anything in the world.
I didn’t know that at the time. I had only noticed that she was around less and when she was there, she was even more radiant than ever.
She told me about Daddy soon after the first couple of dates and I had never seen her this happy.
Meeting Daddy was an earthquake. I knew then and there this man was going to change our lives for better and for worse. Daddy is a handsome tall man from French descent. He has the most loving look in his eyes, but there is no weakness in Daddy. There is a rock-hard certainty in the way he looks. This was a man who knew what he wanted, and he was certain he wanted mom. The way he held her against him showed total ownership. Not in a possessive way, but with the dead certainty that this was his whore for life.
I don’t recall much more from that meeting than the look in his eyes. I knew he would love me. Our lives would change, but it would be okay. Daddy would be with us.
For a while mom and I lived with Daddy in his hotel suite, until we moved to the South of France to live with him.
I went to school, learned French and when I got home, mom would spend time with me. I would sit in Daddy’s lap at night, nuzzled up against him.
Mom and Daddy were super affectionate all the time, with each other and with me.
One morning I woke up early and ran into Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom and jumped on the bed. Daddy was spooning my mom and had his arms around her naked body. Mom held her arms out and pressed me against her. We lay there for a while, until I asked: is Daddy fucking you?
Mom didn’t flinch as if she had hoped for this question and said: Yes, baby, we do that most of the time.
She held me even tighter, and we were at peace. Daddy was fucking mom, while she held me in her arms. It all made perfect sense to me in my childish mind, and it still does to this day.
From then on, mom and Daddy lived more of their love life in my presence.
Mom would sit on Daddy’s lap, with his cock inside her and I would be curled up against them on the couch, while she would play with my hair. It felt perfect. Mom and Daddy had the love they wanted, and I was included in that love.
They never were rough or aggressive in front of me, which I now know they certainly were in private. Mom’s deepest whorishness was reserved for the eyes of her man only. I can totally understand that.
She would give him a blowjob, but he wouldn’t face fuck her, which he probably would later that night, while I was asleep.
She would sit on his cock a lot. She must have needed to have him inside her as much as I do.
Fucking is great and I can’t get enough of it, literally. But the true need is for his cock inside me. I believe mom was the same.
She could sit on his cock for hours, alternating between her pussy and her ass. There was always a bottle of lube around, just in case.
We had a perfect life. Mom was the most affectionate mother a child could have. She would offer me her body and soul, like she would Daddy, but without a hungry cunt.
I loved being in her arms and I loved playing naked with her in the pool, which we did almost every afternoon. Afterwards, we’d lay on the lounge chairs and Daddy would often join us. Daddy would lay beside mom, join the conversation, while simultaneously putting his cock inside her. Mom would cuddle me, while getting slowly fucked by Daddy. Most of the time, she had the ability to luxuriate in the feeling of Daddy’s cock inside her while being in the moment with me. Sometimes she would get so turned on, that she started fucking Daddy in earnest. That happened mostly when he was in her ass.
The first time that happened, was the first time I actually observed her. I still vividly see her slender, tan body impaled on Daddy’s cock, legs spread, showing her pink pussy wide open. Her fingers were rubbing her pierced clit, while Daddy was steadily pumping his cock up and down her ass. I still see the lines of her curved body, the tattoos on her legs.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t just see my loving mom, but the whore that she was, contorting her body so she could push her tongue into Daddy’s mouth.
The observant detachment melted as soon as mom shifted positions and looked me in the eyes, while furiously fucking on Daddy’s cock. Mom was still with me and included me by showing what it’s like to be whore.
As much as she was driven by the hunger in her cunt, she was also performing a whoring sex act for me to see.
After Daddy had unloaded his cum all over her face, mom cleaned herself and cuddled me. I was still a bit startled, but her warm body against mine made me immediately comfortable.
“Do you know why I wanted you to see that?”, she asked.
I nodded.
Later that night, I was sitting in Daddy’s lap, and mom was purring up against him on the couch.
That kind of raw fucking happened only a handful of times. Mostly he would just be inside her as much as they could manage.
One day, mom went to the store in the middle of the evening to go get us snacks and she never returned.
While at the store, there was a robbery, and she accidentally got shot.
Daddy and I spent three days in the hospital, by her side, waiting in the hallways, before she died.
I cried so many tears during those days; I had no more left when we returned from the hospital.
I had held on to Daddy for dear life these last couple of days, only ever leaving his side to go to the bathroom. As long as I was safe in his arms, the worst was not yet there.
The house felt empty without mom, and we nestled on the couch, nuzzled up against him on his lap.
I was in so much pain and Daddy’s body was the only comfort left.
Daddy didn’t try to sooth me. He just let me be with him, while having his own grief.
That he was in pain too, made a difference.
Eventually I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke up hours later, still in his arms, with a fleeting glimpse of pure joy escaping when reality took over in all its agony.
I felt an emptiness inside me I had never felt before. No panic, but ice-cold emptiness.
While that set in, my fingers reached over my panties, and they were soaking wet.
Daddy had awoken in the meantime and looked me in the eyes. There was so much warmth in that look, and I felt so cold and empty inside. I longed so much for that warmth and said softly: I need you inside, Daddy.
Daddy laid his hands on my loins, looked at me and said: “let’s get naked, baby girl”.
I stood up an let him take my dress off and let him pull down my dripping panties.
I stood there before him naked, as I had been many times before, but never with a hungry cunt like this.
Daddy didn’t react and kept looking at me with the most loving smile.
I hesitated for a little while and then I realized it was now my turn to undress him. I had seen mom do that a dozen times.
I moved forward and started unbuttoning his shirt, my naked body pressed against him. I wanted to kiss his nipples, so I did. He lifted his ass off the couch, so I could undo his pants and his boxers.
And there it was in all glory, his rock-hard cock.
I had seen it many times before, but never as something that was meant for me.
I would have kissed it, but the emptiness inside me needed to be filled urgently, so I leaped into his lap and brought my mouth to his. Our lips parted and his tongue started slowly moving around mine. All the while he positioned my body, pulled up his cock and let it press against my cunt lips.
He laid his hands on my hips as to guide my motions into taking more of his cock inside. It took a while to even get the head of his cock in.
His girth pushed the stretching abilities of my cunt to the limit, but I was also so slippery that the walls eventually yielded.
As his cock slowly slid deeper, I felt a sharp pain on top of the excruciating pressure, until he slid even further.
When he bottomed out, I was so overwhelmed that I slumped against his chest. I lay there for minutes with my cheek against his chest and his cock all the way up in my tiny hole.
It hurt like a motherfucker, but it also took away all the emptiness I had felt inside me.
I felt so full, there was no more place for emptiness.
Gradually the tension faded as my body gave in to the presence of his cock and the pain slowly subsided.
I lifted myself off his chest and looked at his face for the longest time.
It hit hard in that moment that I was going to be his whore from now on.
The thought overwhelmed me as the enormity of the moment sank in. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Tears for having to lose my mother to have a man. Tears for having a man at an age no girl should have a man. Tears of joy also for having a rock-hard cock inside me, while looking at the most loving man in the world.
I looked him in the eye and said: fuck me, Daddy.
While keeping his cock inside me, he laid me on the couch, positioning himself in front of me, my legs spread wide against his chest.
Daddy slowly started pumping his cock inside me and my body instinctively started to respond, begging for more.
I started rubbing my clit and quickly had a small orgasm, followed by another and another.
Daddy kept a steady pace and looked at me. There was pride in his eyes.
“Yes baby, cum for Daddy”, he said.
With my mouth open and my eyes glued to his, the orgasms grew in intensity. It scared me a bit, but his eyes told me to just let go.
“Keep cumming for Daddy”, he said.
And I did until I started quivering and had a final shaking orgasm that lasted several minutes.
Daddy kept his cock firmly inside me, while I lay there trembling, slowly moving his hands over my fluttering body.
When I came to my senses and looked at him, he smiled and said: I am going to come inside you, baby.
He started pushing again with renewed vigour and I felt another orgasm building.
I felt his body tense and seconds later I felt him spurt a hot load of cum in my cunt.
I immediately came again, an orgasm that hit me like a freight train.
To this day I cum whenever daddy shoots his load inside me. I can’t stop it even if I wanted to. I am wired that way.
With his cock still buried inside me, he lay down on the couch with me and held me in his arms.
After a while his cock started to deflate and eventually it slipped out of my cunt.
At first there was a slight relief, but as my cunt muscles relaxed, the cold emptiness within me returned.
A sad panic rushed over me, and I said: put it back inside Daddy, please.
Daddy’s smile told me that he loved my desperation, wanted my desperation and all my desperation. And boy was I willing to give it to him. I wanted to cry my eyes out in neediness for his cock. I wanted that cock inside me. I wanted him to unload his sperm in me. I wanted to cum and cum and cum all over that cock. Not only was I going to be his whore, I needed to be his whore, just like I needed air to breathe.
Daddy is affectionate, loving and kind, but he is not necessarily a good man. He gets off on my desperation. He needs my neediness, and nothing keeps Daddy from getting what he needs. He’d ruin me to have a whore he can love in his life.
And he ruined me.
I was never going to be a normal little girl, who would live a life with school and friends, who would grow up and would start having boyfriends. Instead, I was going to be Daddy’s whore and ride that cock of his as much as I could.
It turned me on thinking that, and I started rubbing my clit again, while looking him pleadingly in the eye.
“Please put you cock back inside me”, I asked once more.
“You’ll have to get me hard again, sweetie”, Daddy said in a deep soft tone.
I knew what he meant and moved between his legs, his soft, cum glazed cock in front of me.
I opened my mouth and started licking him clean, like I had seen mommy do many times before. Although this was the first time sucking a man’s cock, it felt like familiar territory.
I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over the rim of his head.
Even though I technically knew what I was doing, mimicking mom’s actions, I had seen so many times, the sensation was new to me. In a very different way, I was being filled again. The feeling was totally unlike having his cock in my cunt, but I wanted him deeper in me, nonetheless.
I pushed my head forward to take more of his cock in my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat. I started bobbing my head on his shaft, while simultaneously rubbing my clit. Small orgasms ran through my body as my fingers kept hitting the right spot, over and over again.
Still, I needed more of his cock, I wanted him deeper inside me. There was a space deep in my throat I felt his cock could go to, and I wanted it there.
By now Daddy was rock-hard again and I pushed my head forward with all the force I could muster. It was tight, way too tight for his cock, but I needed it deeper down my throat, so I pushed and pushed until I found myself with my nose in the hairs of his belly.
I was there.
I could barely tilt my head to look at him. I saw the awe in his eyes. I saw he realized he’d hit the jackpot. He had found the perfect little needy whore that he could exploit with all the love he had inside him.
With his cock all the way down my throat, I started rubbing my clit even more vigorously and I felt a big one arriving. I couldn’t breathe and a slight panic set in, but didn’t want his cock to stop filling me. And then a blockbuster orgasm hit me and his cock ejected from my mouth while a huge glob of slime came out with it, hanging from the tip of his cock to my chin.
Gasping for air, I looked at him with tear filled eyes. I must have beamed with pride and looking so whorish with slime running from my chin. I smiled at him with as big a smile I had ever had. In a sea of grief and hurt, I was so filled with joy for a brief moment.
Then the need came back, and I opened my mouth to take him in again. This time I wasted no time and quickly had him deep in my throat. I kept him there until I had brought myself to another massive orgasm.
More slime, more gasping, more tears running from my face.
And I needed him deep down my throat again.
After a while Daddy noticed I kept wanting him but was getting exhausted at the same time. My face and chest coved in slime, I looked at him, wanting his cock back into my warn out throat.
Daddy had other plans and reached for a bottle of lube.
I knew what was coming and as much as I wanted his cock back in my throat, I was now full of anticipation of having my ass fucked.
He laid me over his lap and started stroking my bums. I felt a glob of lube land between my ass cheeks and Daddy’s finger pressing against my asshole. The tip of his finger slipped in, followed by more lube, more finger, more lube, two fingers.
I was writhing and squirming under his hands, but I needed more. Those fingers were fine, but I wanted his cock in there. I needed his cock in there.
As I rubbed my clit with his fingers deep inside my asshole, I started having a series of orgasms. Not earth-shattering ones, but ones that build up in anticipation of an explosive rage.
“Get on all fours”, Daddy said to me.
I eagerly did so and followed his instructions how he wanted me positioned.
“Spread your legs as wide as possible and then push your ass up in the air”, Daddy said: “I want to see the pink of your cunt”.
Daddy loves to see the pink of my cunt, so I often spread my legs as wide as I can for him. It turns me on enormously, exposing myself completely for Daddy.
My cunt started dripping in anticipation as I lay there on my knees on the couch, my legs spread as wide as possible, while I arched my back to stick my ass up in the air as I high as I could.
I stroked my finger over my soaking gasping cunt, and a small orgasm ran through my body. No satisfaction, just more eager anticipation.
Then I felt his cock press against my sphincter and in one agonizing slow and steady move, he pushed himself completely inside me. A massive orgasm tore through my body as his cock worked its way through my intestines.
I have an orgasm like that every time Daddy enters my ass slowly, which he does often.
When he bottomed out, he held still for a moment, and I felt completely and utterly filled to the brim. My cunt was too shallow to take all of his cock, but my ass could take his entire length. I felt his cock press from the inside against the skin of my belly.
I was so overwhelmed by the sensation of his big, long cock all the way inside me, I couldn’t breathe.
Daddy gently stroked my hair and my back as I adjusted to the sensation of having him inside me as deep as he could go.
I started moving my hips, guided by Daddy’s strong hands.
I felt his cock slide in and out of my ass, as he steered my hips.
“Harder Daddy, can you please go harder”, I panted.
And he did.
He literally mounted me and started to move his cock in me hard and deep. His balls slapped against my cunt, a cunt that was drooling in anticipation.
That’s the beauty of being fucked in the ass. My cunt is hungry for cock, it needs cock desperately, but it isn’t getting any. It drools in vain. It’s that agonizing torture that adds to the sensation of having a cock up my ass.
As Daddy was pounding his cock in my tiny little ass, I was starting to have one of those quivering orgasms again. As my body jerked, Daddy took me in his strong arms and constricted my movements by pressing me tightly against him. All the while he kept relentlessly fucking my ass.
I felt so totally owned, so thoroughly used.
I need Daddy’s kindness and warmth, but I also need him to completely use me, to take all his lust out on me. It’s like that today, and it was like that the first time he took ownership of me that fateful night.
As I went from quivering orgasm to quivering orgasm, he kept pounding my ass, holding me tightly against his body.
At some point I passed out from pure sensory overload.
Daddy later told me he stayed in my ass, while he laid himself beside me. He spread my legs and played with my cunt, while I was knocked out, his hard cock still deep inside my asshole.
He told me I had the most beautiful little orgasms while I was unconscious.
Daddy is not a good man. He uses me any way he sees fit, and I love him for it.
He takes advantage of me any time he can, and I want him to, no I need him to.
I got into a deep sleep, exhausted.
I woke up again to the feeling of Daddy’s cock vigorously fucking my ass, while holding my body tight, so I couldn’t move.
There was a moment of total confusion as the world of dreams evaporated and the naked reality set in. My panicked eyes met his confident smile and peace settled in. The now somewhat familiar feeling of having his cock in my ass gave rise to that even more familiar feeling of a big orgasm building. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I wanted to cum for him.
So far, I had cum because my body did so, but now I wanted to cum, needed to cum, and most of all cum for him. Give him my neediest desperation
Daddy saw what I needed and said: Come for me, sweetheart, come for Daddy, you gorgeous little whore.
As a huge orgasm crashed my body, I stared him in the eye and came for him with all the depth of my soul.
All my orgasms ever since have been for Daddy, and I want to cum for him a lot.
With that, Daddy took an even deeper ownership of me. Not only were all my holes for the taking, but I would cum for him whenever he wanted as well.
He had the warmest smile as I stared at him, convulsing on his cock. It felt so good and safe to be cumming for him, cumming on his big hard cock in my ass.
I spread my legs even wider. It felt more whorish and I wanted to feel like a whore. Daddy’s whore. His whore.
I saw the lust in Daddy’s eyes. He wanted me, he wanted me badly, and I wanted him to want me. I wanted to give him a fucking he’d never forget. Something shifted again. I felt I didn’t just need to have him inside me but also felt I needed to give him my holes. Not just let him take my holes, but needing to offer him my holes. Being Daddy’s whore meant needing to give my whole body and soul to him. Not for the need of cock, but for the need of giving.
I started riding Daddy’s cock in earnest. His lustful gaze met mine and we fucked the shit out of each other.
Wild raw orgasms raged through my body as we kept fucking like crazy.
When Daddy felt he could no longer hold it. He told me to sit on my knees in front of him and while he jerked his cock a couple more times, he unloaded his sperm onto my face. My mouth wide open, tongue out, as I had seen mom do many times. I caught a good spurt of his cum in my mouth, while the rest landed on my cheeks and my chin.
I smiled at daddy with a cum drenched face and started rubbing my clit. I wanted to cum for Daddy one more time. I stared at him and while my orgasm started crashing over me, I said: “I love you, Daddy, I love you so much”.
Daddy scooped me up, held me in his arms. Then he walked me to his bedroom, cleaned my face, making me swallow all the cum he scraped from my cheeks. Then he put me to bed and I slept in his arms for hours.
It was already afternoon when I finally woke up. Daddy was still asleep, laying on his back, while my head rested on his shoulder.
I was a little confused at first, but then the memories of the day before filled my head. Panic hit as I realized mom was gone forever. Her beautiful smile would never again lighten up the skies and her slender supple body would never again comfort me.
She died, so I could become Daddy’s whore. It all felt so wrong.
Yet, I needed him so much. He was the only beacon of hope in this world. And loved him. I truly loved him.
The thought of mom moved to a compartment deep inside my mind as I looked at Daddy. I wanted to feel that cock of his in my mouth again and I wanted him to wake up to the pink of my cunt.
I positioned my legs on either side of his chest and laid myself on his belly, taking his cock in my hand. I stared at it for while as it got rigid under my touch. Then I opened my mouth and started bobbing on it.
I felt him waking up and I knew I had given him a visual he’d remind for the rest of the day. I had my legs spread as wide as I could in that position, and my cunt was gaping for him. I knew it was.
Gently, Daddy started rubbing my cunt, tracing his fingers over my labia, pressing against my clit. All the while I kept sucking on his delicious fuck meat.
As the feelings of his probing fingers overtook me, I rest my head in his crotch, pumping his wet cock against my cheek.
“Cumming Daddy”, I screamed, “I’m cumming for you”. I forced my legs even wider, so my cunt would gape even more for him as I came hard. I wanted him to see me cumming for him. Although I couldn’t see his gaze, I knew it was there, and I felt loved.
Daddy lifted me up and got out of bed, taking my hand, saying: let’s go take a shower, baby doll.
I followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and ran his hands over my body lathered in soap. An electric jolt ran through my cunt as he started to pinch my nipples. Although I was totally flat chested, my nipples had started to grow over the last few months, and Daddy’s hands pinching and rubbing them felt totally new.
His hard cock pressed against the lower end of my back, as he pushed me against him. With the constant sensation of hot water pouring out over me, Daddy moved his hand toward my cunt and inserted two fingers, while simultaneously managing to rub my clit. My cunt was drooling, as his fingers went in and out of me, and I reached my arms behind me to cling to him, while I stood on my tippy toes.
Cumming for Daddy is the greatest mind fuck imaginable. It’s deceptive, since it looks all so selfless. Yet there is quite a bit of ego involved in wanting to be Daddy’s little cum toy, wanting to be the best little cum toy Daddy could wish for. It’s a mental permission slip to be as depraved and slutty as can be, while still doing it “for” someone else. Selfless, my ass. It’s a hungry cunt getting what she needs. Yet it bonds like crazy.
With my head titled backwards, but my eyes closed, the water of the shower streaming over my face, I started to cum. This time, I didn’t scream out I was cumming for Daddy, I just did.
“That’s a good girl”, Daddy said, “keep cumming for Daddy”.
And I did.
I kept cumming on his fingers until my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. Daddy sat next to me and took me in his arms. My hand found his shaft and grabbed it. My mouth soon followed. I wanted that cock in her mouth and throat again, urgently.
This time Daddy laid his hands on my head and started moving my head up and down his cock.
Daddy really took my mouth and throat this time. All I could do is just take it like a good little whore. And that I did.
Daddy made me lean against the wall of the shower, pulled my hair off my face gently and gave me the softest kiss on the lips. Then he raised up and started pumping his cock into my mouth and deep down my throat.
He didn’t last long before he blast his cum down my throat.
As his cock slowly deflated, I couldn’t let go of it. I kept Daddy’s cock in my mouth, holding onto it for dear life.
As I looked up at him, I noticed a hint of hesitation. Panic set in and my eyes spat: “just do it mother fucker”.
I have never again seen Daddy hesitate and I would be furious if he did. I didn’t give myself to be totally used, not to be taken fully advantage of. Take all of me, or don’t take me at all.
Daddy pushed my head firmer to his groin and started pissing down my throat. My hand had already found my clit by that time and I was frantically bringing myself to a big orgasm.
Daddy later told me I looked triumphant, and he probably was right. Although I was furious at his hesitation, I knew I would always have Daddy’s back. I would give him everything he wanted, even the things he couldn’t immediately accept for himself.
Daddy now knew I would always go further than he would dare take me and he’d better be prepared for that.
I stood up, rinsed myself, reached my arms out for Daddy as he lifted me up. I pressed my hungry cunt against his chest and my lips against his mouth. My hips kept pressing my cunt against his slippery chest and I wondered if I could cum from just rubbing his chest.
I looked at Daddy, and he said in a calm and decisive tone: just fucking do it, you little whore.
His strong arms supported me while I pressed and rubbed and pressed and rubbed and my tongue was exploring the insides of Daddy’s mouth.
As my hips grinded harder, I felt an orgasm building. I pushed myself upwards, so I could press my mouth better against Daddy’s, wanting to put my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could. This was even a better position to grind my clit against his chest. I was panting in his mouth, his eyes staring in the depth of my soul and I came.
Tears ran down my face, and I hissed at Daddy: “I fucking did it”, while the final waves over the orgasm ran over me.
“I fucking did it”, I sighed once more, as I let myself slide down until my feet reached the floor.
His cock wasn’t fully hard yet. I took it in mouth and started sucking him in earnest. I wanted him hard again, I needed him hard again. I needed him inside me again.
As I desperately pumped his cock with my hands and engulfed him with my mouth, he gradually got harder and the moment he was back in shining armour, I plunged down on the bathroom floor, spread my legs wide and arched my back to push my ass up in the air.
Daddy sat on his knees beside me and pushed his cock in one swift move inside me, while yanking me up by the hair, pulling me all the way up to his chest. He firmly placed one hand on my cunt, and the fingers of his other hand were pushing inside my mouth. He fucked me harder than ever before while his fingers in my cunt extracted one orgasm after another from my totally used body.
Daddy was in a frenzy as he pounded hard and deep inside my ass. I felt his urge. Daddy was no longer just fucking me; he was rage fucking me.
“Take it, you little whore”, he groaned. “Take Daddy’s cock in your slutty ass and scream for me”.
His hand grabbed me by my throat, and he hissed: “you’re going to take it like a good little slut”.
I let out a yelp as he rammed his cock inside my ass.
He said: “scream, you whore”.
And I screamed. A piercing hard scream, after that more screams and while orgasm after orgasm raced through my body, I realized Daddy had given me a voice. I could scream my longues out while he was pounding my ass.
When Daddy finally unloaded his cum inside my ass, I came so fucking hard I almost passed out. Panting and heaving I lay on the bathroom floor, while the shower was still pouring water down on me and Daddy.
He took me in his arms while I shivered. He pulled me up, wrapped me in a towel and took me back to the bedroom. He let me rest for a little, while he got dressed.
He had an appointment at the funeral home to make arrangements for mom’s service.
When I saw Daddy fully dressed, panic hit me. He wasn’t going to leave me alone, was he?
Daddy smiled and said: “get dressed, sweetie, we have normal life stuff to do”.
I put on a girly summer dress, but even though we were going to do “normal life stuff”, I slid on the dress over my naked body. I wasn’t supposed to act like a whore at the funeral home, I could still feel like one, oh so secretly.
Nothing special happened at the funeral home. I sat next to Daddy, holding his hand while he talked with the people of the home. I sat on his lap for a while, feeling needy for his body, wanting his cock back inside me.
I must have shown no outwards signs of what was raging inside. I must have looked like a sad little girl that sought comfort with her Daddy. And in a way I was.
On the way back, in the car, I was really antsy.
“Do you want to cum, sweetie?”, Daddy asked.
I blushed and nodded.
“You can always cum, whenever you want. Be the sluttiest little whore you can be, baby”.
I pulled up my dress and spread my legs. Daddy stole a glimpse but had to keep his eyes on the road. Oh, this was a fun game. I could watch Daddy, but he couldn’t watch me.
My cunt was already wet and the more I pushed my legs wide, the more my cunt opened. I let a finger lightly slide over the slippery hood of my clit, down the pink valley, into my yearning cunt.
Since Daddy couldn’t watch me, I gave him my moaning. I wanted to give him my moaning, so I played with my cunt to extract the maximum amount of moaning. I have always been very practical that way.
As I plunged several fingers inside my cunt, I started babbling: “I am finger fucking myself for you Daddy... and my cunt is so tight... it’s been so long since you fucked my tiny hole, Daddy... I need you so bad, Daddy”.
Daddy pulled over onto a dirt road and drove a little while, then stopped the car, got out. He pulled me out of the car and laid me on the warm hard hood. He pulled down his pants and plunged right into my tiny soaking wet cunt, that invited him with abundance.
Finally, my cunt was getting what it needed, a good solid pounding.
My feet resting against his chest, his cock inside my cunt and my fingers rubbing my clit, I lay back on the hood. This is what I was made for. I was made for fucking; it was that simple.
I came at least a dozen times, until Daddy came like a fire hose inside me.
He slumped over me and gasped, sweat pouring from his face. I rose up, took his face in my hands and kissed him.
“I love you Daddy”.
His cock slipped out of me, and I slid off the hood to clean his cock. Mom had taught me whore etiquette all too well.
When we were back in the car, I showed Daddy my bare cunt and how his spunk was running out of it onto my girly summer dress.
Daddy sighed: “my God, you are the perfect little whore”.
I snickered. I was so glad Daddy thought of me as the perfect little whore. I needed that.
The remainder of the ride was quiet. I spread out Daddy’s semen over my clit, lightly feeling it slip and slide under my finger. I had some very small orgasms and for a while I had a nice pace of one after another, all the way back home.
I ran upstairs and took a quick shower. I rummaged through mom’s belongings and picked out a black leather collar with the word “whore” on it and a gold chain that I put around my waist.
I wanted to look like a whore for Daddy and act like a whore for Daddy.
He was in the kitchen, preparing something for us to eat. I climbed onto the kitchen top and exposed my wide-open cunt for Daddy. I squatted, to lower myself and give Daddy an even better view of my aching hungry cunt. I wish I had a nice pair of high heels that would fit me, but that would have to wait for another time.
I felt lewd and I wanted to be lewd. Luring him away from that god damned food.
I pushed my hips forward as much as possible and rubbed my clit, my head backwards as to reach the maximum curve my body could make. Then I felt his tongue on my clit, a brief short lick, then another and another. Each time an electric jolt flashed through my body. His tongue started lapping along the length of her cunt, probing the entrance, sliding between my labia, while ending with added pressure at my clit. Lapping me like that over and over again. I was gushing by then. Daddy’s face was cover in his own saliva mixed with my copious amount of cunt juices.
Of course I came like crazy, that goes without saying.
Daddy later told me how adorably whorish I had looked with that collar around my neck. He was so proud of me.
We ate ruined dinner that night and it felt weird sitting at the dinner table. Daddy had been in me, on me, all over me for the past 24 hours and now we were sitting far apart with a hard wooden table between us. I felt shy and embarrassed. I couldn’t look Daddy in the eye as we silently ate the miserable food on the table.
“No I don’t have second thoughts”, I blurted out as I shoved my plate to the side and ran off.
Minutes later, Daddy found me in the living room, my knees pulled up to my chest. Daddy sat next to me and took me in his arms, and as I yielded in, the dam burst, and I started crying like a baby. I cried for over an hour, clinging to Daddy, rubbing my snot all over his chest.
When the tears stopped flowing, Daddy gently started rubbing my back.
I looked up at Daddy and smiled at him.
I got up and diligently removed his shoes, his pants, his shirt and sucked his cock until it was good and hard. I climbed on Daddy’s lap and reached for his cock and guide it to my asshole. The by now familiar orgasm rushed through me as his cock slowly crept forward in my intestines.
Then there was quiet, absolute quiet. My bums rested on Daddy’s crotch, with his cock all the way up inside my asshole. We smiled at each other in total stillness. We just sat there and smiled.
I gyrated my hips ever so slowly as to keep Daddy nice and hard, and ever so often I would bump up and down a few times, but mostly we just sat there in full impalement.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t have the words. I was just a little girl with a big hard cock up her ass, and I didn’t have the words to say anything about it.
I started crying again, slumping against his chest.
Deep heartfelt cries made my body tremble as I felt his cock start to move inside my ass. I was crying my eyes out and Daddy fucked my ass with a look that betrayed he totally got off on my confusion.
There was a strange consolation in that. For Daddy, this was all child’s play. His world wasn’t rocked when I burst out in tears. He stayed rock solid and hard, enjoying my agony with all the love he had in him.
I kept sobbing and crying, whaling, screaming as I lay against his chest with his cock pumping inside my ass.
I got in a state where I was crying and cumming at the same time, and neither would stop. Crying and cumming, crying and cumming.
Daddy stopped moving all of a sudden and for a brief moment I got myself together and said: “I am such a fucking mess right now, Daddy”.
Daddy smiled and said “yes I know, sweetie... I love it when you are a total mess” and he continued pumping his cock in ass.
After that the crying stopped and the raw fucking remained. I bucked up and down his shaft, probing my cunt with my fingers, flicking my clit. And as a big orgasm crashed into me, I whispered: “I am cumming for you Daddy.”
He took me to bed and as we lay there, he spooned me, pushing his hard cock into my ass. I placed one leg over his. I needed my cunt exposed. I needed my fingers there, while Daddy played with my sensitive nipples.
He kept a slow pace. This was more of a leisurely fuck. No urgency, just a steady slow throbbing of his cock in my ass. For the longest time, I didn’t cum and just enjoyed the feeling of his big cock inside me and hands roaming over my insanely petite body.
I smiled at Daddy and told him how much I loved him and as he kept pushing his cock inside me, I felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm built. I didn’t want to hasten it, so I let it slowly build, until my body couldn’t take it anymore. When I finally started to cum, it would keep going and going. Involuntary spasm after involuntary spasm surged through my body. I couldn’t stop cumming even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to keep cumming for Daddy forever. My world contracted into a state of just cumming and cumming. Nothing else mattered, nothing seems to exist beyond the constant cumming for Daddy.
I passed out at some point and fell asleep immediately.
I awoke hours later on my front. Daddy had my hands pinned in front of me, and his legs pressed mine against de mattrass. I couldn’t move an inch, while Daddy’s hard cock rammed inside my asshole. He was totally taking me like the complete whore that I was. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was raping me.
Oh fuck, that turned me on like nothing before. I needed Daddy not to just fuck me but treat me like the little rape slut I was.
It didn’t last long as Daddy soon spurted loads of cum in my ass, rolled off of me. I heard him snore within a few minutes.
I lay there on my stomach, his cum leaking out of my ass, dripping on my gaping cunt. I should have been in terror after what had just happened. I should long for his strong arms, reassuring me that everything was alright. Instead, I lay there all alone next to a snoring man with cum dripping out me. I should have been sad, but instead I felt alive and vibrant. Daddy had wanted me so much, he just had to take me in the most brutal way he could. And he cared less about my feelings. He had just used me and used me good in one furious rape.
I couldn’t reconcile the satisfaction that I felt with the total disregard Daddy showed me, and it turned me on, knowing I was his little rape whore.
To this day, I can’t reconcile the two, but just like I did that first time, I just accept that I get off most being used as Daddy’s cum dump. To be discarded as soon as he’s sated. There is a sinister beauty to it.
I slid one hand to my cunt and the other started probing my asshole. I wanted my fingers in there, all of them, I wanted my whole fist to go in there. And I did.
While one hand was strumming my slit, the other was pumping my ass.
I started wailing. Louder and louder. Then screaming as a really huge orgasm crushed down on me. And I couldn’t stop cumming. I screamed and screamed, while my fist kept battering my tine little asshole.
Tears ran over my face, while my body spasmed from one quivering orgasm to the next.
I must have awoken Daddy, if he had actually been asleep. This could all have been one of his sick games, and if it was, it turned me on even more. He rolled on his side and looked at me, an amused smile on his face.
As I pumped in even harder, I came one last time. When I was able to collect my breath, I whispered to him: “I am such a fucked-up slut, Daddy... You’ve made me into such a fucked-up slut”.
Weak and exhausted I moved to him and laid my head on his arm. He snuggled me tight, and I fell asleep in no time.
Daddy was very needy the next day.
I woke up to him licking my nipples and he gently put his lips against mine as I opened my eyes.
“I need you badly, baby girl”, he said and with that he pushed his cock against the entrance of my cunt. My hips bucked, drawing more of him in.
He started fucking me. Not in wild abandon, but with the urge of a man who desperately needs to cum inside his baby whore girl.
I love his cum on my face, down my throat and in my ass, but there is something specially about getting his cum in my cunt. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was breeding.
I didn’t want to get pregnant, never had that desire, but I love telling Daddy to knock me up, when he fucks my cunt. My periods had already started and we were taking no precaution. It was so risky and that turned me on so much. I wanted him to shoot load after load of his potent seed in me, while praying to God he wouldn’t actually impregnate me.
“Knock me up, Daddy”, I moaned, with a begging look on my face.
He then unloaded his cum inside me.
When he slipped out of me, I jumped on my knees and cleaned his cock. I soon had him hard again and he said: “I need more of you, sweetie”.
I laid on my back, and he started fucking me again with the same urgency.
We fucked, he came, I sucked him hard again and then we fucked even more. Each time the fucking took longer and once he had cum inside me five times, Daddy was spent.
We went downstairs and Daddy made us breakfast. I didn’t eat much, I never do. I am still tiny and skinny. Not as tiny as I was at the time, but I remain a lean mean fucking machine to this day.
Daddy wolfed down his breakfast and had a cup of coffee, while I took small bites, just enough to take the edge off.
When we got to the living room, Daddy sat on the couch, and I sat on the edge of the table in front of it. Opened my legs for him as I stared at him. My fingers slid toward my crotch, and I spread my labia as far apart as I could, tracing a finger over my clit.
I felt in control. Today Daddy was needy, and I was going to tease the shit out of him and extract as much cum from his balls as he could produce.
I felt so raunchy and horny. Cunt juice was dripping on the table as I flicked my clit for him. I came countless times, never changing positions, never taking my gaze off Daddy’s eyes. I was giving him every orgasm I could drew in that moment from my hungry cunt.
When he started to get hard again, I plunged forward and took him all the way down my throat, a big glob of slime running from my mouth once he pulled out.
“I need to fuck you again”, he said into my tear-filled eyes.
He laid me on the couch and in no time, he was inside me again, pumping his hard cock in my quivering leaking cunt.
He lasted a really long time and when he came, he looked totally spent again.
I resumed sitting on the edge of the table, exposing myself for him. Teasing him, cumming for him to get a rise of his cock once more.
Then the doorbell rang, and Daddy uttered a loud: “Oh fuck”.
It was the funeral people, bringing mom’s body to lay it out in the house.
We both scrambled for clothes and looked pretty much like a normal girl and her Daddy when the casket was ridden into the house.
Papers were signed and once they were gone, reality set in.
Mom was back with us, even if it were just for three days. Her body was with us, even though her soul had left us days ago.
In the uncomfortable strangeness of the situation, I took Daddy’s hand as we walked to the casket. We stood there for a while and when or eyes met, I knew what I needed. I hitched up the dress that I had just put on. I laid myself on the casket and said to Daddy: “please take me as the anal whore that I am”.
I wanted him to take me raw, with mom’s body underneath me. I wanted him to fuck the shit out me in mom’s presence, like he had done to her so many times before.
This became our ritual for the next three days. No matter who was needy for what, we would pay tribute to mom, by having a raw anal fuck on her casket as long as we had her with us.
Each and every time, the fucking would be primal, like we were animals in a fight. I would cum like crazy, reaching that fucked up state of crying and cumming at the same time.
It was cathartic.
When we finally buried her, I was dressed in a small black dress and Daddy wore his best suit. We were quiet on the way to the cemetery. We were early too. Daddy found a secluded place, lifted me up and sat me on a piece of marble. He opened my legs for him and said: “I need you, baby.”
He plunged into my cunt and fucked me straight until he came, leaving a big load of his sperm in me.
He kissed me on the lips and lifted me off the marble slab. He took my hand and walked to the place where mom was to be buried.
It was a brief ceremony, with only me, Daddy and a representative of the funeral home.
Daddy’s sperm ran down my legs, as we stood before the coffin as we paid our last respects to mom.
She would have been proud of me.