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Daddy's Whore
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A girl is raised by her father who begins molesting her as a young
child, and ends up training her to be his whore. She understands
what is happening to her, but she can't help liking it. She knows
she was born to become Daddy's Whore. (M+/f, ped, nc, inc, mast,
oral, s/m, bd, anal)
***
My father began touching me when I was around 8 years old. Even
then I knew that I enjoyed it even though I knew it was wrong. He
warned me never to tell to tell anyone about our "private time" or
the police would take me to jail. Since my mother had died when I
was born, and I was raised by Daddy and our maid, Paige, I didn't
want to be ripped from the only stable thing I'd ever known.
Besides, even as a little girl I liked the way Daddy's fingers
felt on me and didn't want it to stop.
My first memory is of Paige, helping me to get dressed up before
Daddy got home from work. She would curl my hair and put make-up
on me and tell me how sexy my Daddy was going to think I am. I
would wear short little sundresses with no panties underneath.
When Daddy came home he would have me accompany him to his office—
and I would straddle his thigh while he played dirty movies on the
big-screen. The only movies I had ever seen were porno's and we
watched them nearly every night.
I would face away from him, my naked pussy on his leg. He would
usually reach up and pinch and fondle my tiny little nipples and
out of the corner of my eye I could see him stroking his big dick
with his other hand. It wasn't long before I learned how to grind
myself on his thigh while we watched the videos—always similar
themes; one woman, being forcefully fucked by several men at a
time, sometimes even a dozen or more. He would always ask me if I
was going to be a whore like that when I was older.
The words would make me so excited as I rubbed my little clitty on
his leg I would say, "Oh yes I want to be your whore," and I would
feel a tingly orgasm move all across my body. I looked forward to
our private times and longed for the day when I would be old
enough to be a whore for my Daddy.
This went on for quite some time, eventually I had learned how to
give Daddy the same good feeling I got when riding on his thigh.
We would take baths together and he taught me to lick his dick and
suck it with my mouth, or to rub it with my hands until it
squirted. The first time I didn't quite know what to think when I
saw the gooey white stuff come out of it.
But he explained to me that it was his cum, and when a man's cock
got hard from being around a whore that is what was supposed to
happen. That a good whore would make sure that the cum came out
because that was her job and since I had learned to make him cum
with my hands and my mouth I was almost ready to be a real whore.
One night, when I was about 12, we had just taken a bath and I
made him cum with my hands. He told me there was another whore
coming over and I had to go to my room while he fucked her. He
said if he heard her making noises I could come and peek while he
fucked her but not to let myself be seen. As soon as I peeked I
was to go to my room and take all my clothes off until he came in
to tell me what to do next. Well, 30 minutes later I did hear
noises coming from his room. I knew what was happening as I had
seen it in the videos so many times.
I ran down to his room and peeked into the cracked open doorway to
see a woman, with long brown hair and very big breasts, on her
hands and knees rocking back and forth with my Daddy behind her.
He had a handful of her hair in one hand and was spanking her with
the other hand. She was yelling out, "I am a filthy whore! Fuck me
like a filthy whore!" I immediately felt a tingle in my then
barely peach-fuzz covered pussy and I ran back to my room and got
into my bed with my heart racing.
I watched the clock anxiously. I wanted to reach down and rub my
pussy that was pulsing but I somehow knew I should wait. After 50
minutes I heard the front door open and shut and a car drive away.
Just then Daddy appeared in my doorway. My room was totally dark
but I could see his silhouette from the light in the hallway and
tell that he was naked and glistening with sweat. As he walked
closer to me, I could even see that he had a few drops of cum
still on his dick. He approached me quickly, almost as if in
anger.
He pulled the sheet off of me and leaned down laying completely
horizontally on me. In one quick motion he pulled my legs apart,
pushing my knees to my chest. He then covered my mouth with one
hand and grasped my wrists over my head with the other one.
Because he had just fucked that other girl his dick was slippery.
He didn't give me any coaxing or warning. There was no "starting
slow" since I was only 12 years old and it was my first time.
He simply slid his dick into my tight virgin pussy and started
thrusting away just as I had seen a hundred times in the videos.
Just as he had done to the other woman only moments before. I
could hardly breathe with his hand over my mouth, but he leaned
into my ear and said, "I don't want you to scream. When I fuck
you, you will be absolutely silent always. Do you understand?"
I could only nod my head as the stabbing pain shooting up from my
little pussy seemed to go to my throat. This didn't feel like I
imagined it would. I felt like I was being ripped in half. My
entire innards felt like they were on fire. I glanced at my clock
a few times—for an entire 20 minutes Daddy lay on me with all his
weight, nearly crushing me, plunging his huge cock into my tiny
body.
Finally he said, "I am going to come! I am going to fill your
fucking cunt you little fucking whore!" For some reason hearing
him say those words made the pain go away. I wrapped my ankles
tightly around his back as I felt his cock erupting and filling my
hole with his goo. I still couldn't breathe as his hand still
covered my face.
He got very still all of a sudden, and then finally removed his
hand so I could breathe. He said, "You are my whore now, do you
know that?"
I said, in a tiny little voice, "Yes Daddy." He told me to say it.
So I repeated, "Yes Daddy, I am your whore." He explained to me
that from now on, the name I was born with —Ashley, didn't exist.
My only name was Whore. And that anytime his cock got hard I had
to make him come. No matter what. That my only job from now on was
to be his Whore.
We still had our private time in the office, but almost every
night he would come to my room and fuck me. In only a matter of
weeks I had learned how to position my body to accommodate his
large 9" dick comfortably. He even taught me how to sit on top of
him to fuck him "like a real whore." My only rule (aside from the
rule that anytime he called across the house "Whore—come—fuck" I
had to come running as fast as I could and position myself as
quickly as possible to get that cock into me) was that I could not
let myself have the tingly cum feeling unless I asked for
permission. "Daddy may I please come?" Sometimes he would make me
wait until he had fucked me two or three times before he would
allow me to reach down and rub my clitty so that I could come.
It didn't matter though, the feeling was so amazing and I loved
being his whore so much—I didn't care how long I had to wait. I
just wanted to do it anytime I could. I learned how to control
myself though, because if I accidentally came without permission—
he would punish me afterwards by paddling me or whipping my bare
butt with his belt until it was bruised and fire-red. I would have
to count off the strokes, loudly—and sometimes it could be 50 or
more.
After a good lashing, Daddy's dick would be so hard again that I
would have to make him come with my mouth. This was so exhausting—
that I really tried not to come without permission. Even this
extreme form of punishment made me feel like more of a whore after
a while though. Soon, I began to able to accept 100 lashings and
get so excited from watching how hard it made his dick again that
I couldn't wait to get fucked again even though my entire lower
half was screaming in pain.
When I was 14, and had become a seasoned whore, fucking my Daddy
two or three times every day he had a special surprise for me. By
this time, I was being home-schooled by Paige and it wasn't
uncommon for Daddy to come home in the middle of the day to fuck
me and then go back to work. If you think that Paige should have
been appalled at this behavior, and the fact that she had to help
me dress and primp for his arrival every night you are right.
The only problem was that Paige had permission from my Daddy for
me to be her whore too. Therefore, when Daddy was at work and we
were done with my studies for the day, she would instruct me to
lay on my back and she would climb on top of me and grind her
hairy pussy on my mouth. I didn't like the taste of her pussy—it
was very wet and salty and she hurt my chin the way she pushed
herself into my mouth so hard everytime. But just like with my
Daddy, when she would start to scream out, "Oh yes I am going to
cum! I am coming you little fucking whore!" It made me feel very
excited and I wanted to do it again and again.
This particular afternoon, after I had sufficiently serviced
Paige, she fitted me tightly in a corset which she laced from the
back. It left my now B-cup sized breasts exposed and cinched so
tightly I could hardly breathe. I wore it with a sheer lace skirt,
and of course no panties as I was not even allowed to own any.
When I head the front door shut and Daddy's voice shout, "Whore—
come—fuck" I went running downstairs eagerly! But when I got
there, I saw that Daddy was not alone. He had 3 other men with
him. I hesitated for a moment.
He snapped his fingers twice and said, "I said, Whore—come—fuck!"
I was confused. I wasn't sure where I was supposed to go or who I
was supposed to fuck? So I went to my Daddy and got on my hands
and my knees assuming he was going to fuck me in front of these
men. Well, I was partially right. It was only a matter of seconds
before his cock was buried into my pussy. He said, "Whore, I want
you to show my friends what a fucking whore you are. You are to
fuck them exactly like you would me. You are not just a whore to
my cock but to any hard cock that is put in front of you. Do you
understand?"
I opened my mouth to say, "Yes Daddy" but before I could formulate
the words, one of the men's dicks was ramming its way down my
throat. He held my head in place by my hair and thrust himself in
and out of my throat with the same force and speed as the cock
that was ramming its way in and out of my pussy. I was having a
hard time balancing myself. Another of the men had sat down on the
sofa and had his cock out and in his hand. Instead of coming in my
pussy like my Daddy normally did he stopped for minute. He pulled
me up by my shoulders, causing the dick that was in my mouth to
have to pause too.
In one quick motion they worked together to slide me on top of
this other man and then the one who had been fucking my mouth
quickly got back to work as this new guy…whose dick was not as
long as my Daddy's but much thicker started pounding it in and out
of my pussy as he pinched and tweaked my tits that stood out
because of the corset. Daddy came up behind me and placed one
finger on my lower jaw. I thought maybe this was because I wasn't
opening my mouth wide enough for this cock that was pounding my
throat like a jack-hammer. But it about 5 seconds I realized that
it was so I didn't bite down on it. Because my Daddy was sliding
his dick into my ass! I froze completely still.
I felt paralyzed. I realized at that moment that I was full of
cocks! I had one in my pussy and one in my throat and now my Daddy
was fucking my ass. I felt light-headed. It was too overwhelming.
I had felt his fingers in there before but not his entire huge
cock. If there had been enough room for it before there surely
wasn't now with my pussy being reamed by this man who I suddenly
detested. I wanted them all to go away. Why can't it just be like
usual with Daddy fucking me in my room until my pussy gets all
tingly and then his dick squirts?
The man fucking my pussy found the sensation too much for him to
handle. He pinched both my nipples hard and began twisting them
until they began to turn purple. He said, "Oh yeah! Fucking whore
is going to make come! Ahhh" I felt my pussy get very wet and
slimy. A few seconds later my mouth was also filled with salty
slime.
There was one man who hadn't yet been in any of my holes and he
quickly traded places with the one who had just filled my pussy.
His dick was long like Daddy's but felt sort of curved and really
stabbed my already sore stomach. The guy who had just come in my
pussy stood up and began rubbing his semi-flacid, come and pussy
juice covered dick on my mouth. Daddy said, "Lick it whore". So I
did.
Before long it was hard again and he too fucked my mouth and
throat. I was gagging spitting and Daddy just kept saying, "Keep
sucking that cock fucking whore, that is your job." After 2 more
minutes he finally came and pulled his cock out of my ass with a
suction noise.
For nearly two hours the men took turns on each of my holes until
each of them had come at least 3 times. When they were done, my
legs felt like jelly and my pussy and ass were slimy and swollen.
My nipples were bruised and the right one was even bleeding from
being bitten. My jaw was so sore it hurt when I breathed.
Daddy said, "Go to bed whore. You need to get ready for the
fucking you are getting tomorrow". Sore and exhausted I climbed
the stairs and poured myself into my bed. As I drifted to sleep a
smile came across my face. I couldn't wait to see what was going
to happen next.