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slut-problems: This is how Daddy fucks me; har…

slut-problems:

This is how Daddy fucks me; hard and fast and full of hate. I’m just a little girl, only eighteen and oh, so dumb! I need my daddy to show me the way, to show me how to make it in this world. Daddy says that he can make it all okay. He can take away all the pain of all the bad things that everybody did to me when I was younger and I couldn’t defend myself. He says that he can make me feel good about myself again. 

I want to believe him, but it’s hard when every person I’ve ever trusted has let me down. I know that Daddy is going to let me down too but I can’t help but love him anyway. I can’t help but try to trust him anyway because I want so much to believe that this time things will be different. I let him grip me by the neck as he pounds me hard with his cock, hammering it deeper and deeper with every thrust. My innocence has been gone for so long, but somehow I still don’t see it coming, the way he chokes me harder and harder and the way it makes me feel. 

I feel my eyes go dark and blank, and the life is sucked out of me. I withdraw into myself, deep down inside the dark shell I’ve created for myself. He can fuck my body as hard as he wants, and it can’t hurt me. It can’t touch me. I can’t see. I can’t feel. I can’t breathe. I exist somewhere deep down inside, where I hide from the truth. I hide from the lies. 

I can’t stop myself from cumming on his cock, and for me this is the only part that’s worth anything. I don’t like all the other parts, the way they make me feel used, discarded and tossed away. But here in these moments where I’m cumming I can pretend that he loves me and that I love him too. I can pretend this isn’t a relationship of convenience, the meeting of his kinks and my baggage. 

The sadistic look on his face as he chokes me out, as he cums deep inside of me is almost as scary as the glassy, vacancy of my eyes. I know they are blank, staring off into space, staring into nothing. He chokes me tighter, until I can feel the pressure building behind my glassy stare. He fucks me harder, deeper, loving the way I’m checked out, knowing he can use my body even harder, even more completely. He can do anything to me when I go vacant, and he does. I let it happen, unable to come out of my trance to tell him to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I love the abuse. It’s all I’ve ever known of love, and I like to be of use. 

“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!” I screamed…

“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!” I screamed as he walked through the door! “I frosted you some cookies! And I made you this!” I held up the painting I’d made of us while he was gone at work. 

“Baby girl!” he opened his arms for me as I ran to him, the picture still in my hand. I wrapped my arms around him and he closed himself around me, filling me with his inner warmth. 

“Oh, Daddy, I missed you so much!” 

“I missed you too, beautiful girl.” He smiled at me lovingly and then I handed him the painting. I watched closely as he set his satchel down on the floor and looked closer at what I’d made for him. 

“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked, hoping he really did. 

“This is beautiful,” he said. “Is this us?” 

“YES!” I screamed, happy that he could tell. 

“Let’s put it up on the bulletin board,” he said, and he walked right over to it and pinned it up. “There! And now you must be ready for your reward.” He smiled down at me as I looked up at my painting, in the place of honor I had hoped it would end up. 

“My reward?” I asked, excited. I loved rewards!

“Yeah, come on into the bedroom and I’ll give it to you,” he said, his voice taking on a sexy twinge, just the way I liked it best. 

“Okay!” I said excitedly and I skipped after him into the bedroom. He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, and he began to pull my shoes off and then my socks. Then he helped me out of my dress and my bra. 

“Do you like my pink panties, Daddy?” I asked him, knowing that he did. I’d worn them for him because I knew that he liked them. 

“I love your panties, baby girl,” he said with a twisted smile. He scrambled out of his own clothes and then he was on top of me, kissing me with a hunger that I’d never seen another man possess for me. I was hungry for him too and I met every one of his kisses with my own insatiable hunger. 

He pulled my pink panties off of me and smiled at them before he threw them to the floor. I giggled as he poised his cock just above my pussy and gave me a naughty look as he pushed it inside of me. I let my senses fill with Daddy’s love as his cock moved in and out of me. I had never felt so close to someone as I did with Daddy. Every movement of his hips, every thrust of his cock made me feel so special. I loved him so deeply, so richly, and so fully. I felt like my heart was going to burst. 

Instead it was my pussy that burst. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I came hard for him. I moaned and screamed for him, unable to believe that this was real, and that the pleasure that I was experiencing with him were actually possible. He suddenly flipped me over and next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees. 

“Daddy…”

“Baby girl…” 

He pushed into me from behind and I could feel myself full of him again, and it was almost too much. I was bursting with joy and my heart was so full of love that I almost couldn’t take it. That’s when I came again, and as I did I reached up and grabbed Daddy by the neck. I held onto him that way, arching my back as he banged into me from behind. 

I was screaming so loudly and I knew that I had never cum this hard in my entire life. The love I felt for Daddy was so intense, that I knew I was in over my head. I was drawing in his love and I clung to him for dear life, trying to make it through the waves of pleasure that coursed through me, over me and under me. My orgasms were a dark and stormy sea, and we rocked together there, back and forth as I screamed and cried. I knew that I couldn’t handle any more pleasure, that I was about to explode. I tried to scream for him, to tell him to slow down, to stop, when it happened. 

An even bigger wave of pleasure washed all the other waves out. I shrieked so loudly that I was already losing my voice. Daddy just kept fucking me, pounding me, no matter how I begged him to stop. 

“Please! Please! Please! Stop Daddy! Stop!” I screamed, but he didn’t stop. He knew somehow that I didn’t really want him to stop. Just like I never wanted him to leave and I never wanted him to let go or pull his cock out of me. I wanted him inside of me forever, and I wanted to be a part of him, for us to become one. 

That was when Daddy came, and I could hear his loud moans of pleasure as he let go and filled my pussy to the brim with his hot Daddy cum. I loved him so fiercely. I wanted him forever. My hands were still wrapped around his neck, my back still arched in an uncomfortable pose. 

“I love you, baby girl,” he whispered, and I lifted my face toward his. He bent down until his lips met mine and we shared the most intimate kiss of our relationship. It was so sweet and tender and I could feel all of his love inside of me. I only hoped that he could feel mine. 

Cooking with Daddy.

Cooking with Daddy.

Daddy likes it rough and I can’t stop him from…

Daddy likes it rough and I can’t stop him from taking out all of his aggression on me. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to use me to make himself happy, no matter how much it hurts me, no matter how much it makes me cry. I love to bleed for him. I love to sting and cry as he spanks me, whips me and makes me die a little more each time until I am nothing but a broken flesh doll. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, “like a little doll.” He covers my mouth with kisses and looks over the naughty school girl outfit I’ve chosen to wear. 

“I’m your school girl doll,” I say, twirling around for him to get a look at my plaid skirt and my button-up top. I wasn’t wearing panties, as he would soon discover. 

“I love playing with my doll,” he says as he grabs me and pushes me face-first onto the bed. My skirt flips up over my body, revealing my pussy and ass. 

“You wore your plug, you little slut,” Daddy says and I beam with pride as he grabs his whip and begins to lash my ass with it. The snap of the whip against my skin sounds more painful than it feels. I’m used to the way it stings now. My pussy gets nice and wet every time he lashes my ass with it and I scream, my agony and pleasure intertwined. He uses his hand to add a few more smacks, and probably a handprint that will remain for a few days after he is done with me. 

“Come here, baby doll. Let’s tie you up,” Daddy grabs my wrists and wraps the whip around them, and then around my neck. His makeshift bondage turns me on. He is so clever, and he knows how to make every game we play so much more fun. “There we go,” he smiles, pushing me back onto his bed face first. I know he’s going to fuck me now, and I welcome it. I need the pleasure so fucking badly. This is why I came here for him, so he can make me feel the way only he can with his big, fat daddy cock. 

“Oh Daddy!” I scream for him as he pushes his cock into me with one rough thrust. He bottoms out inside of me, hitting a place of pleasure inside of me that only he can reach. Only his brutal heart can reach me, can open me up the way I need to be opened so that I can can cum completely. I’ve never given myself over to someone the way I have with him, and so I let go and give myself to him. I let him pound me and thrust his big cock as deep and hard as he wants into my gooey center. 

I revolve around him as he rocks my world. I can feel the sensation of my lust as it fills me, and then empties itself with my screams. I let the pleasure cascade through me like the rapids of a river, tossing about my heart in ways that overwhelm me, sinking me deeper and deeper into his love. It’s brutal love. It hurts, and I can’t take it, but I know I must. I endure the pleasure and I beg for the pain. I beg for the only thing I’ve ever known of love. I need it. I crave it. 

He grips my hair and pulls, screaming obscenities that bring me back to my comfort level, to where I know that I can exist again, and I can love. I love my daddy so much as he hurts me, as he grips my neck tightly and pulls on the whip that is hopelessly tangled around my neck, my hands, and my heart. I’m Daddy’s little pain slut and I need him to break me completely. I need him to break me and so I beg him for it. 

“Please, Daddy! Please!” I cry. 

“Please what, baby doll?” he encourages me to ask for what I need. We both know I need it and want it, but he wants to hear me say it. 

“Destroy me, Daddy! Destroy me!” 

“You want me to destroy you?” he hisses.

“YES! DESTROY ME!” I scream, and I know he will do it. I know what he’s capable of. He pulls the whip nice and tight around my neck and chokes me with it as he fucks me. His cock sinks deeper and deeper into me, hitting a place of pain that I love. I love the way he makes me hurt, the way he makes me burn and cry. I love the way he breaks me. It’s the only thing that makes me cum, and finally I can let go and let it happen. I throw my head back and absolutely scream for him. I let my orgasm overtake me, and I let it rock my pussy so hard that it milks every last drop of his cum from him. 

“Break you fucking bitch!” he screams as he finishes me and I lay beneath him sputtering and spasming until he is done and I am filled with his creamy goodness. “You okay?” he asks, worried that I might not be. He has just fucked me awfully hard. 

“You broke me, Daddy,” I say in a tiny voice. It is all I have left of me. 

“Good. I love my dolls broken,” he says with a strength that makes my pussy twitch. He is so sexy when he is dominant. In fact, he’s never been sexier. It’s so hard to find a daddy that knows how to break his dolls, and even harder to find one that knows how to put them back together. But Daddy is good at both and so I wait for him to gather me into his arms and show me the kind of love that heals. I wait for him to patch me up like he always does, so I’m good as new and ready to be broken all over again. 

Daddy’s little mess. 

Daddy’s little mess. 

I love the way Daddy’s cock makes my plug move…

I love the way Daddy’s cock
makes my plug move in and out!
It makes me cum so hard!
It makes me scream and shout!

slut-problems:

slut-problems:

Daddy promised me that if I gargled his cum for three minutes that he would buy me the Gucci purse I want. I gargled his cum like a champion and so he upped the ante. He came in my ass and made me squeeze it back out onto a spoon. Then he told me if I gargled it for the next for next three minutes he’d buy me the matching wallet. So I did what I had to do. I love it when my wallet and purse match. The shit I do for fashion! I guess I’m just a fashion whore.

Every night he comes into my room and takes wh…

Every night he comes into my room and takes what he wants. It doesn’t matter who else is home, what I wear, or what time I go to bed. I’ve tried everything to escape him, to avoid his cock pounding my pussy and ass all night long. But he always finds his way into my room and takes what he wants, no matter what I do. He doesn’t allow me to scream. If I scream he hits me and shoves a pillow over my face so that I can’t breathe. 

“Shut the fuck up!” he hisses at me in a loud whisper as he grips my mouth, covering it with his hand. He pulls me hair, scratches me, bites me and shoves his long, hard cock in places it shouldn’t go. He opens me up with his big cock and there is nothing I can do but hold on and take it. I tried telling my grandma, and even my uncle, but they all seem to think I’m full of shit. 

“K.C. would never do that, they tell me. He’s your father,” my grandmother said when I told her. 

“I know you need more attention, but this isn’t the way to get it,” my uncle had said. But they didn’t understand. They had no idea what I was going through or how hard it was to sit down each day when my holes were always sore and swollen from him raping me in the butt. I knew he was my father and he shouldn’t be doing these things but he was and I didn’t know how to make it stop. 

“I heard you were a bad girl,” my dad said to me one night as he mounted me. He shoved his cock into my ass with no lube. He always did that when he wanted to hurt me the most. 

“Please, please don’t hurt me again,” I begged him. 

“Oh, tonight it’s going to be rough. I heard you told your grandmother and your uncle about what was happening here. I told you this was our little secret. This is between us. Don’t you dare go telling anyone what you’re for. You don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are, do you?” His cock was balls-deep in my asshole now and he began to slide it in and out of me. The pain seared through me as he raked his cock back and forth in my tightest hole. I screamed and his hand clamped over my mouth, and his other hand smacked me upside the head. I yelped in pain. 

“I said, shut the fuck up, you dumbshit! You’re my cum dumpster now, and cum dumpsters don’t talk. They don’t complain. They don’t feel. Here, bite this,” he said grabbing the sheet and placing it in my mouth for me to bite down on. I did as he asked, knowing that I had no other choice. He was going to fuck me and hurt me as much as he wanted to. I had better just hold on and pray for it to be over soon. 

He hammered my asshole hard and fast, the way men do when they don’t care about you and they are just trying to get themselves off as fast as possible. He held me down as I bit the sheet and prayed for him to hurry up and cum. He leaned down and whispered something in my ear as I cried. 

“You’re such a good little fuck. That’s why I come back every night. Your mother was never this good. That’s why we’re not together anymore. But luckily I have you to use every night, and no one is going to stop me. You understand you cunt?” I nodded, biting down on the sheet as his cock grew even bigger inside of me right before he came. I could hear his muted grunts of pleasure as he filled my asshole with cum. He pulled his cock from me and I began to relax, hoping he was going to leave. 

“That was nice. But I think I’m still horny. I have some more cum in here for you.” Just as I had been afraid of. He wanted round two. Sometimes he fucked me three or four times in a row. I had been praying that this wasn’t one of those nights, but of course, it was. He climbed around to my face and made me slurp my own ass juices off of his cock. By now, I was used to the taste and the way he fucked my throat like it was my pussy. I learned not to choke, to just take it. So I took it, just like I did every night. He was my real daddy, and though he hadn’t been around when I was growing up, he was around now, and I wanted to love him, I really did. I just couldn’t. I couldn’t love him the way a girl would love her father because he didn’t act like a dad. He acted like a rapist. But he was all I’d ever known of a father, and so I took it, hoping that I could get some of what I needed from him, but knowing all I would get was sore holes and a broken heart. 

slut-problems: I don’t like anal, but daddy sa…

slut-problems:

I don’t like anal, but daddy says if I want to be a good girl I have to take it in the ass the way that daddy likes it. 

I tried so hard but it hurt so bad! Lucky for me my daddy is so super smart and he knew just what to do. He bought me a Hitachi wand to use on my pussy while he fucks my ass and it makes me cum so hard that I forget all about his cock hurting my asshole. 

Daddy is so proud of me for learning how to take his cock in my ass like a good little slut and I’m happy because cumming so hard distracts me from the pain, at least until afterwards. 

slut-problems: I’m a bad girl! I know I am! Daddy says so. Daddy…

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I’m a bad girl! I know I am! Daddy says so. Daddy says that I’m not good for much of anything except sticking my holes out and getting fucked. I know he’s right. I’m not very smart and I’m not the prettiest girl. I’m lucky daddy loves me at all. I’m lucky he chose me so I can get my holes used by someone, right? I just want to make him happy so he never leaves me. I don’t want to be alone. 

So I guess taking daddy’s cock in every hole is the only way anyone will ever love me! That’s why I let him use me however he wants and smack me as much as he needs to. He tells me hurting me makes his cock feel really good and I want his cock to feel really good. I want to be a good girl so badly. I want him to love fucking me. I want him to love me. Is that so wrong? 

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