Daddy uses his whore ch. 1

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“But Dad I like this outfit… all the…” Diedre whined breaking off as she realized what she had been about to say to her father. “All the what Deidre?” her father demanded angrily. “What were you about to say?” For months now it had been the same thing; she would come downstairs wearing slutty, revealing clothes that she got on shopping excursions with her poor excuse for a mother, aka the town slut, and he’d be forced to be the bad guy and make her change into something respectable. Up until this point he had assumed that she didn’t know the effect those slut outfits, as he had secretly dubbed them, had on the boys at school or the men that she encountered, not to mention his own reaction to them. Every time he saw one of them he had to fight the hard-on and raging lust they invoked by reminding himself that this was his daughter and incestuous thoughts were wrong… şişli eskort not that it helped ease his lust… but thus far he had managed to stop thoughts of screwing her from fully forming by repeating those things over and over in his mind. With her straight, shoulder length blond hair, bedroom blue eyes, DD chest, and slim figure she would invoke any man’s baser urges… or so he consoled himself whenever he began feeling slightly guilty for his thoughts. “Finish your sentence Deidre,” he demanded angrily though he had a pretty good idea what she had been about to say. Sure enough his suspicions were confirmed when she replied, blushing to her roots, “All the boys pay a lot of attention to me when I wear them.”At this point Deidre began shaking with fear and embarrassment. Her father wasn’t the gentlest man in a good mood but when he was as şişli escort angry as he was now… and if the look on his face was an indicator, and it usually was, she was about to get an ass beating of mega proportions. Why, oh why did she always have to test the restraints of her father’s temper? It seemed though, that with this at least, she just couldn’t help herself. She liked the attention her outfits garnered her whenever she had the chance to wear them. Most mornings her father left for work before she came downstairs for school, but there were occasions, like this one, when he remained home a little longer than usual. This always caused her to panic not only because physical discipline was normal in her household, but because she noticed that her father looked at her in the same manner the boys at school did when she wore them. She liked the mecidiyeköy escort way boys looked at her with lust in their eyes as she sauntered by them in skimpy clothes, or sank to her knees to suck their cocks, and then swallow the evidence of her slut behaviour. But her own father looking at her like that was downright scary. Advancing on her, her father stopped directly in front of her and shoved her, sending her flying backwards onto the carpeted floor of their family room, as he yelled, “You little bitch, what have I fuckin’ told you about those clothes? Are you too stupid to dress yourself or are you just too much of a whore to care?”When she landed, spread eagle on the floor, he could see that she wore no panties under her tiny skirt, exposing her shaved pussy, and the fall had caused her belly shirt to rise above her huge tits to reveal that her nipples rested above the confines of her sexy little black lace bra.”Oh, my God, you fuckin’ whore.” At this point his dick was as hard as a rock, and he knew that the time for denying himself the pleasure of using this little whore’s twat had come to an end.

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