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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Daughters Costume (M+g, inc, ped) Pedro Vila (pedrovila@mailandnews.com) *** My little girl wanted to dress up like a movie star for Halloween. I suggested Julia Roberts and I helped her decide that the most famous one was "Pretty Woman". I've been trying to get my nine year old to dress sexy for years, since she was six. Some days she would drive me out of my skull just to look at her with make up and a slinky dress. It's sad that a daddy finds his own little girl sexier then anyone else in the whole world, but that was where I was. No wife, no girlfriend, no lust for anyone but my Bridget. I wasn't fucking her, I tried to hold off on that. But we were well into the necking stage. She didn't really understand fucking yet. I had planned on fucking her solo soon, but I ended up with a gangbang for her that Halloween. Now, the hard part was making a 'Pretty Woman' hooker outfit like from the movie. For some reason, clothes like that just aren't made for pre-teen girls. But I was familiar with this problem from experience and have become quite good with a sewing machine. Nothing's too good for Bridget. The high boots were harder to solve though, and we ended up with some child's white cowgirl boots instead. It worked for me. October was getting cold though and she had a faux fur coat that could have been right there with any streetwalker. I had a small circle of friends who wanted to be there for her deflowering. In fact, they were willing to pay to be there and watch us! They have come over a few times to watch her 'model' some of her riskier outfits. Bridget wasn't in short supply of 'uncles'. It was the suggestion that if one was willing to pay to watch her become a woman, how much money would I accept to let one join in? Hmmmmm. You never know until you get there. So arrangements were made for her very special night, with only one problem. It was all play for Bridget. Sure, she loved the attention, but sex wasn't even on her radar. I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her to be into it. I should have waited until she was ready. Instead, I gave her a valium. Just as we started to trick or treat. It was Mrs. Clark's face at the first house that told me I should have given it to her before we left. That was NOT an appropriate costume for a child, I was told. Bridget was hurt. She didn't understand what the problem was. So I drove her to a better neighborhood. Where her uncle's could better appreciate her. She was pretty loopy when we got there. Drugged and relaxed. She didn't even care when I removed her little panties. Three men opened the door and they almost fought each other to be the first to invite her in. Bridget giggled and stumble blithely in, unaware of the intensity of everyone there. She was aware of all the comments of how beautiful she was and she strutted with pleasure. She was so loose that she kissed me back fully in front of everyone. I kissed and rubbed her back and she somehow seemed to loosen up more. I worked carefully to get her in the right mood. Her body became more drugged and she was almost sleepwalking by then. Then I was given a lot of money and told that it was time. Oh, yes. Was it ever! I laid my little girl down on the floor and nuzzled my face slowly down her half naked body; smelling, kissing, and tasting her sweet essence. I took my time, teasing myself as well as our tense audience. I toyed with them as well. I lifted my head and moaned suddenly and everyone drew a breath and almost fell over themselves. "Fucker." somebody said with a smile. "Fuck her? You want me to fuck her now?" I teased. "YES!!" they all said at once. I nuzzled my sweetest spot on her body and tasted my Bridget's most personal place. To my surprise, she was wet. I drank from my own child and almost came in my trousers. I couldn't wait any longer. I had her right there on the floor. Gently in, gently through, gently deep, and cumming hard instantly. Bridget opened her eyes a bit and moaned with a smile. She twisted her body like a cat stretching and it was apparent to all of us that she wouldn't mind more. I looked up to her waiting uncle's. They were pleading to me with their eyes that the highest bidder would be next. It was everything he had. Bridget twisted and turned and moaned all night long in her dreamlike state. I had never watched anything more beautiful in my life than to see my daughter being taken by all of her uncle's. I joined in of course. Somewhere in the night, her costume came off and we passed her around like a rag doll, kissing and feeling her wonderfully small body as we explored her most intimate places. But the most surprising part was at least a few time, it looked and sounded like she actually came too. But we knew it had to end when it started to look painful to her. The drug was wearing off finally. Time to take her home. I left with her trick or treat bag full and washed her before putting her to bed. She slept in until noon and seemed weary as she slumped out of her room to the kitchen where I was doing some home accounting. "Are you okay? You look beat." I said. "Uh huh." she mumbled. She looked around, a little confused. "I don't remember anything." "Really? You had a great time. We went to a Halloween party and you had a ball." I smiled cheerfully. "Oh. I think I remember." She looked at the bag on the table. "Is that my candy?" I shook my head, still smiling. " No, silly. You candy's on the floor there where you left it." I pointed to a large bag near the front door where her Pretty woman costume was also laying. She shuffled over to it. "Wow! That's a lot of candy!" she said. I smiled. "Your costume was a hit with everybody." I went back to counting twenty and hundred dollar bills. I had stacks of them and the bag on the table was still half full. It's funny what a hooker outfit can get you. END A partial archive of Pedro Vila stories can be found at A.S.S.T.R. in the FTP author's section. http://www.asstr.org PLEASE DONATE to ASSTR for their hard work and for the wonderful variety of erotica posted there. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This archive does not condone child abuse, we also do not censor authors. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years "getting it up the butt" by a fellow convict in their local penitentiary. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 16