We got home from the service in silence. When we got inside the house, Daddy put me on the dinner table, unzipped his pants and took his cock out.
I spread my legs, like a good little whore and he entered me.
I loved how much Daddy needed me. As he pumped inside me, I had no urge to cum. I wanted him to just have me, offer myself to him without needing anything in return. It felt so nice to feel him inside, to be wanted so much, to be needed so deeply.
I am a cum toy at the same time, so no matter how solemnly I wanted to just give myself to him, lust did take over, and I started bucking and riding his cock.
With my hands wrapped around his neck, I answered each of his movements with twice the vigour he gave it.
I was on fire.
“Ram that hot cock in my cunt... Make me cum on it... Make me your little cum whore...”
My vocabulary needed working on, but it was so exciting to be completely raunchy and nasty with him, I couldn’t stop yelling foul shit.
“Fuck me, you motherfucker”, I screamed, and I spat in his face.
I giggled. That had been naughty.
Daddy pinned my hands on the table, moved his cock from my cunt to my asshole and pushed inside.
“You wanna play, little girl?”, he hissed. His look was piercing.
I smiled and nodded.
He licked my face and started pumping in me. He pinched my nipples. He shoved a couple of fingers up my cunt.
Daddy was rough and that made me totally warm inside. Daddy cared so much for me. He gave me what I needed.
He could have gone for cumming in my cunt and that would have satisfied him for an hour, but instead he saved his sperm and was giving me a good hard fucking,
I loved him so much.
“Cum, you little whore”, he said. “Cum for me and keep cumming”.
It goes without saying, I did.
Laying on my back on the dinner table, I could do nothing than just take it, and I took it like the good little whore that I was.
I love to be taken. I will jump Daddy’s cock any time I see fit, I want his cock above all else, but what I crave is to be taken, to be owned, to be used.
And boy was he using me.
Daddy pulled out and spun me around on the table. He pulled me towards him. My head was now hanging from the table. I looked up at him and opened my mouth, my cunt gushing in anticipation.
He pushed his cock inside, reached the back of my throat, and then applied all the pressure needed to get it all the way inside.
Daddy kept it there until I needed to breathe.
He pulled out and copious amounts of slime covered my face. It ran into my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it, because Daddy grabbed my head and shoved his cock inside again.
Each time, Daddy entered my throat, he stayed longer. I thought I might pass out, but each time he pulled out just in time for me to cough and breathe and cough and breathe and have more slime extracted from my throat. Tears were streaming from my eyes.
Daddy turned me over, so I was with my front on the table, while my legs were bungling from the table.
He pressed me down as he pushed his cock in my ass. I came immediately while I screamed and cried my eyes out.
Daddy was relentless and for a solid half-hour he pumped his cock in my ass at the same steady pace.
Then he came and walked off.
I lay there on the table, his cum running from my ass, tears running down my face and sweat running down my body. And I was all alone.
The motherfucker had done it again. Completely use me and then discard me as soon as he was sated.
Daddy was so cruel and it both excited me and made me feel very small.
After a few minutes. I got off the table and went looking for him.
Daddy was taking a shower, and I entered the bathroom shy and embarrassed. I looked at my toes while I stood in the doorway and then ran towards him and threw myself in his arms.
I cried and cried while he held me.
He grabbed the shampoo and started washing my hair very tenderly. He lathered my body in soap and rubbed his hands gently over my body.
He kissed my lips and told me how much he loved me. I was putty in his hands.
Daddy guided me to the floor and made me lay on my back, while he positioned his head between my legs.
I spread them as wide as I could.
Daddy kept looking at me, while he touched my clit with the tip of his tongue. Daddy stroked my body as a slight shudder went through me. He stared at me and then touched my clit with his tongue. This time even lighter than the touch before.
I got hornier and hornier as Daddy kept waiting longer and longer to lick my clit. I bucked my hips, but he would move along with me and waited until I lay still, until he briefly licked my clit again.
It was all so frustrating. Each time his tongue hit my clit my body tensed and with that my frustration grew.
“Please, Daddy... please lick my cunt”, I stammered.
No response. Daddy kept looking at me with an amused smile and waited even longer before quickly giving my clit the lightest of licks.
Another shudder. Another pause. More frustration.
“Oh please, Daddy”. I wailed. I felt tears building up behind my eyes. As they started flowing, I yammered: “please lick my cunt, Daddy... please... please... please”.
Daddy remained amused as I started begging more desperately.
He licked my clit once more and then said in a stern voice: “cum for me, you little slut. Cum for Daddy”.
All my frustration and neediness bundled and unleashed itself in a huge orgasm.
While at my peak, Daddy pushed two fingers in my ass and one in my cunt and started lapping my clit in earnest.
I grabbed his head and pushed him into my crotch as hard as I could. Meanwhile, I grinded my cunt hard against his tongue, not knowing whether I was having one prolonged orgasm or a continuous series that smoothly followed each other.
Daddy kept licking me and pistoning his fingers inside me without an indication he was ever about to stop.
He was going to kill me.
I looked at Daddy with panicked eyes. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was afraid if he continued.
Daddy seemed unfazed and just smiled at me with a satisfied look in his eyes. He had me where he wanted me. In panic on the verge of breakdown, while cumming like crazy.
That’s how Daddy wants me and that’s where he will get me whether I want to or not. I am powerless in that regards. And I love it.
“We’re almost half-way”, Daddy said as he started lapping my clit with renewed enthusiasm.
I started to quiver. My body jerked, but Daddy kept going for it.
“Keep cumming for me, Baby... keep cumming like a good little whore”.
I lost the strength in my body and felt like a bubbling heap of cumming stew. Each touch of my clit unleashing another storm in me, but I was no longer able to react.
Daddy stopped, took me in his arms and I started crying hysterically. I had a complete breakdown.
In a way I knew Daddy loved to see me break down. It turned him on. I knew that all too well.
Although Daddy is cruel that way, it is also comforting to know that I can break down, and he will not be disappointed in me. I can break down because I know it pleases him. I can be a needy fucked up whore and feel loved for it. I love Daddy so much for being the cruel monster that he is.
As I clung to Daddy, crying my eyes out, he gently stroked my hair, while we sat there on the bathroom floor.
Gradually I calmed down. Feeling very weak, I crawled into him even deeper and started sucking my thumb, something I hadn’t done in several years.
We sat like that easily for ten minutes and all was peace in the world. I was with Daddy.
I reached between his legs and found his cock not completely hard, not completely soft and I wrapped my fingers around it.
As I started stroking his shaft, I whispered in his ear: “you still have to cum, Daddy, don’t you... Take me anyway you want Daddy... I’ll be your good little fuck puppet”,
Daddy smiled, picked me up and let me sit with my knees on the floor, Legs together, while my bum rested on my heels. Then he made me bow forward so my knees touched my chest.
I felt Daddy’s cock enter my ass and after that initial orgasm coming down on me as he slowly pushed inside, I was completely calm and let him have a go at me. This wasn’t about me, this was about Daddy getting his rocks off, and I was going to give him what he now wanted, a quiet little fuck toy that he can ream until he needs to unload himself in her bowels.
I felt so much love for Daddy, it was a glow that became stronger with every thrust of his cock. While Daddy was going his merry way in my ass, I lay there beaming of love for him.
I kept my own orgasm at bay. This was for Daddy, but when I noticed his breathing became ragged, I allowed the buildup and when I felt him fill me up with his sperm, I came in complete devotion to Daddy.
I love him so much.
Daddy popped out of my ass as he sank to the floor. As he lay there on the floor, panting, I got up and placed my feet at either side of his head. I lowered myself until my cunt was right above his mouth and then I started to piss.
Daddy’s eyes beamed with pride as I let a steady stream of urine run into his mouth. I had impressed Daddy. What more could a girl want.
After a final rinse down, Daddy rubbed me dry with a towel and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom.
Five minutes later I was deep asleep, laying on top of him, with my head on his chest and my legs straddling his left thigh, my cunt resting on it.
The next evening, while Daddy was making dinner, I got frustrated with the lack of attention I got and started “helping” Daddy.
He pulled me into him and guided me to the kitchen table. He unbuckled his pants, sat down in a chair and motioned me to straddle his lap. I sat on his cock, which grew with every little move I made. Daddy took hold of his cock and made me lift and I felt him enter my cunt.
Daddy smiled at me while I lowered myself on his cock.
When I could not take him any deeper, we sat there for a while until Daddy said: “Baby girl. I am taking care of you. I will feed you. I will clothe you. I will give you a house to live in. I will keep it clean. You’ll never have a day of worry in your life. Daddy will take care of it all. Just let me take care of you, please”.
I nodded shyly.
“Now let me finish dinner, baby girl.”
He lifted me off his lap and returned to the food he was making.
In the meantime, I sat on the countertop, admiring Daddy and playing with my clit.
When he was about to set the table, I asked Daddy to put down only one plate.
He didn’t question me and did as I asked.
Daddy sat down at the table, his plate of food in front of him. I climbed on the table and sat on it, my legs spread wide as I placed my legs on either side of his plate.
I started rubbing my clit and said in a small voice: “will you please feed me.”
Daddy cut a juicy piece of beef, put it on his fork and brought it my mouth. I sucked in the meat, squeezing it with my lips, causing the juices to run from my mouth, over my chin, dripping on my naked chest.
I giggled.
Daddy took a bite himself and then cut something off for me again.
“Will you please chew it for me, Daddy?”, I asked pleadingly.
Daddy snickered, chewed the food for me, brought his mouth to mine and I eagerly swallowed it all.
Daddy has fed me like that most of the time ever since. I mostly eat from his mouth; I mostly drink from his mouth. He takes care of me completely. I am not supposed to help around the house. Daddy wants me to focus on one thing only: be the best little whore I can be. He’ll take care of all the rest.
As I had finished the third and final bite of food, looked at Daddy, while he kept eating. I felt so warm inside. I felt so completely loved.
“Daddy?”, I said shyly, as I was and still am embarrassed whenever I ask him anything: “I want to be naked with you all the time, but I also want to dress up for you. Not only be a whore for you but look like one as well”.
I blushed like crazy. I hid my face in embarrassment.
Daddy was amused and said: “baby girl, I said I will clothe you and I meant it.”
As he cleared the table, he got a laptop out, started it up as I crawled into his lap, both facing the screen. I managed to pull his cock out and started pumping it between my legs. That was neat. It looked just like I had a cock and was jerking myself off.
When Daddy was good and hard, I worked him in my cunt, and we were good to go.
That night we spent hours on the internet looking for the sluttiest little outfits under the sun. Daddy was inside me all the time and he gently rubbed my clit in the meantime. I was hot for his cock and his fingers, but I was even hotter for the clothes and shoes we found.
Daddy apparently was turned on as well; He came in me twice without getting soft.
Over the next couple of days boxes and boxes of clothes and shoes arrived and I spent hours each day unpacking and trying new outfits.
It gave Daddy some opportunity to give the pool a thorough cleaning and do the same to the house. Ever since mom had died, the property had been neglected.
Although we still spent most of the day together, I was by myself for a couple of hours each day.
I watched videos on YouTube on how to apply make-up, paint my nails and I practiced each lesson I learned.
At times I looked like a clown and that made me both frustrated and made me laugh at the same time.
In front of the mirror, I tried out different looks, practiced facial expressions. I wanted to know all the ways to turn him on and I wanted it to look real. Each expression felt forced at first, but I practiced it until I got the feeling that belonged to it.
I was very secretive to Daddy those days. I didn’t want him to see me struggling to look like a perfect little whore. I wanted to look perfect for him once I was ready.
My favourite item was a white latex pair of pants, ultra-low rise. It had laces on the side of the legs, and laces running from the front to the back. It left most of my ass totally uncovered, while the left and righthand side never touched. Being secretly exposed made it fucking hot.
The white of the pants looked really good against my tanned skin, and I had a nice pair of sparkling silver six-inch heels to go with it.
I painted my nails neon green, made up my eyes dark and gave my lips a high shine gloss.
In those pants I looked certifiably hot, with my chest naked and the whore collar around my neck, I was ready for Daddy.
He met me in the hallway as I strutted around on my heels, trying to look confident.
He looked me deep in the eye and guided me towards the wall. He lay has hand on my belly, while my shoulders rested against the wall. His hand moved to my crotch and touched my cunt with his fingers.
“You are nice and wet for Daddy, aren’t you?”, he said.
I nodded, feeling very embarrassed all of a sudden.
Daddy looked amused as I started gyrating my hips.
Instead of a whore, I felt like a shy dressed up little girl. It was confusing. I was really hot and horny, but I also wanted to curl up inside him and stay there forever.
“Cum for me, baby-girl”, Daddy said and I came for him, a bit unstable on my feet as my legs started to tremble. It was good Daddy had his fingers firmly in my cunt. I helped me to keep standing.
He gave me a wet kiss, which I eagerly answered, a pleading look in my eyes, pleading for more orgasms for more of him inside me.
He then turned me around, facing the wall, my hands resting above my head.
Daddy pulled down my pants just enough to uncover my ass.
He pulled my hips towards me and pressed his cock against my anus. He held it there motionless.
I started pressing my ass toward him. He wanted me to impale myself on his cock. He wanted to see my neediness.
As his cock slowly found its way inside me, I thanked God for the six-inch heels. I had simple been too short for him to allow getting fucked while standing.
His fingers found their way to my cunt again and I started having a series of orgasms that made me very weak on my legs.
Daddy was going for the long haul however and turned me around again, kissing me hard and wet.
Then he pushed my down to his cock, which I eagerly took in my mouth, one hand finding my clit, rubbing it with vigour.
Daddy pushed his cock deep in my throat and started pumping it in and out.
My eyes started to tear each time he forced his cock down my throat and those tears mixed with the slime that was running from my chin.
Daddy blasted a big load on my face and then said: “follow me, sweetheart”.
Daddy walked to the living room, and I followed him obediently. As I passed a tall mirror in the hallway, I noticed my make-up had totally run out and black watery streaks were covering my face. The pants were only covering my legs, leaving my cunt and ass totally bare and my hair was all messy. I looked totally dishevelled and I knew Daddy would find it hot as hell.
Daddy sat on the couch and motioned me to sit on my knees in front of him.
“Please make me hard again, you sweet little whore”, he said in the kindest voice possible.
I took his cum coated cock in my mouth and started sucking it.
The rest of the day I spent mostly between his legs sucking his cock followed by a quick fuck where a planted his seed in my cunt, to then ask me to suck him again. With each load I came for him, but most of the day I was blowing him as good as I could.
There was a serenity to that servitude. I felt no neediness, no emptiness, just bliss. I worshipped his cock, and it filled me with awe and gratitude.
I eventually fell asleep with my head in his crotch as exhaustion overtook me.
For nearly two weeks I had tried to be his whore, needed to be his whore, but that day, with these white latex pants down my legs and those sparkling silver heels on my feet, the smears of mascara on my face and several loads of cum in my cunt, I had finally become his whore.