Netman69 - A Woman's Most Perfect And Natural Use

Sir’s slutty little real estate agent stopped by for a listing appointment. After a long drawn out presentation I could see the desperation in her eyes to close the sale so that she could make her commission. “Please Sir, I will do anything to earn your trust and business”… She stated… She got the listing. 

“But you said there was no possible way I could scare you Ellie. I remember the conversation clearly. You and I were finishing tea, it was a very warm Monday afternoon and you were rather determined in both tone and expression. In fact, you were certain to stand as you spoke, emphasizing your position on just how confident you were that nothing I could do would frighten you. Would make you cling to what little might be left of your self respect. And yet here you are, your barely clothed body pressed against a cold wall, a position I might add, you put yourself in. And me, but a step away from you, simply looking down at the torn and tattered mess you have become.  It amuses me that you think I am going to stop. That you somehow feel you will talk your way out of this predicament. Oh certainly you have your safe word which I will always respect. Something tells me you are a little tongue tied though. Go ahead. Use it. I will honour it now as I have in the past. You do not want to though, do you pet? No, you want to fight back, to resist, to prove to me you are not afraid. I like that. I appreciate the will of a doll, the determination of a feisty girl. So please, continue. Fight me. Give it everything you have. It will make your demise that much more enjoyable. For the moment your bottom lip begins to tremble and your beautiful eyes shimmer with tears, the knowledge that you no longer can fight the terror, will be my victory and the mere beginning of a night of succulent torment.”

It’s a hard task, arranging birthday parties for my 3 daughters. Despite the fact that they all have different birthdays they insist on getting dressed up in theme costumes for each other’s parties. This last time my youngest decided that they should all be ‘nerds’ for her special day, or at least their interpretation of ‘nerds’. Fortunately I didn’t have to buy much for that - they already owned skirts that completely failed to cover their pink little holes, and tops that were only there to show off their tits - and the implants I got my oldest on her 18th! After all, I’d been sending them to the mall in clothes like these for years. In the end, all I really needed to buy was the horn-rimmed classes, plus enough weed, booze, condoms and porn to keep them and their little friends going in a drug-fueled orgy with Daddy and his friends for 36 hours or so. By the end of that party every hole was filled with cum, every ass and cunt had been beaten raw, and the birthday girl had had a train run on her cunt ass and mouth for 6 hours straight.

Like I said, it’s not an easy job.

Halloween starts to lose it’s luster as children get older - or at least it does in other houses. For me it just changed directions a little bit. When my Babydoll was younger I’d kit her out in princess outfits, or a wonder woman costume, or even Hermione robes. Then she got older and her tastes started changing. The outfits got shorter, the dresses got tighter, and the heels that just *had* to match her new kitten outfit for this years party got so much higher. Now I spend my time shopping at ‘exotic clothing’ sites just to find her the right things for each years event. Of course she’s not going to her high school parties anymore - now it’s ‘closed event’s’ thrown by friends of mine.

Of course its hardly a surprise - I’ve been parading a succession of teenage girls in tiny, slutty clothes through our house throughout her childhood - making it very clear that what Daddy likes is tight, tanned, nasty little whores who dress to expose as much skin as possible and gladly sink to their knees for Daddy’s thick cock at the slightest suggestion. Faced with that it’s not unusual that she’d seek to emulate them in the hope of getting her father’s attention! I wouldn’t call it deliberate training or anything, but I certainly don’t regret giving her the kind of teen fuck-holes I bring home as role-models for her to copy!

Now she’s standing at the bottom of my stairs in this years outfit - an obvious invitation to fuck her gooey holes and treat her like nothing more that nasty cock-meat for the rest of the night. I know that when she goes to the party she’s going to be passed around like a play-toy by every hard-dicked male there and sent home again with load after load of cum dripping from her mouth ass and cunt. And a pleased-as-punch grin on her face as well. I eye her up and down with a faint sneer as she turns to me and asks ‘Daddy? Do you really *want* me to go to the party? I mean, I could stay here with you and we could have out own ‘celebration’?

It’s about time that Baby-doll realised that she’ll always be Daddy’s little whore.