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Well isn’t she a wicked little toy. Dark and lovely. What a beautiful combination.

My little Kitten’s friends always like to come by the house before and after they all head out clubbing. Before they go out they all line up in the kitchen for a picture just to show off how dolled up they get for every night out. Of course my daughter is always wearing the smallest dress of the lot of them. And there’s no question as to how the flock of them manages to get into the clubs when not one of them is actually old enough to do it legally. Fortunately for them, Daddy is more than happy to let them into the liquor cabinet and light up the bong while they’re here - because I know they’ll all be *so* grateful later.

You see, they have to come back after they’ve been out, since none of their parents would be ok with them rolling back in, smashed, high as fuck, and dressed like a cock-hungry little whore at 3am. I, on the other hand, encourage them to do it - isn’t that what teenage girls *should* be doing after all? Getting dressed up so that their bodies are only barely hidden, getting plastered and blown out of their minds so they have no real idea what they’re doing - and then spreading their legs for every thick cock that they can find?

Really it’s my fault. I taught my little girl to be such a fucking whore at a young age, licking along the length of Daddy’s cock and suckling on it for a few hours was a good reward for getting her homework done. At least until she started begging for it in her ass and cunt instead, riding on my thick dick and whimpering in pleasure as she implored me to fill her pink, teen hole with cum.

Now all her friends know how much better it is to be a nasty little fuck-toy who get’s pounded, filled and treated like a whore. So when they come back to the house at the end of the night that’s exactly what they expect. It’s always a pleasure looking down at a ring of faces all begging for my cock as they try to all get their mouths on me at the same time. It’s the kind of worship for cock, cum, abuse and humiliation that *every* father should try and instill in his filthy little fuck-toy whore of a daughter.

Always remember sluts - Fake is better, it shows that you’ll go to every effort just to look like a wet dream, porn whore, slut for everyone. All in the hope of getting more cock.

Got nice pale skin? Unblemished and smooth? A fake tan is better and having someone painfully laser every hair off your body below the neck shows that you know you were meant to be manhandles and felt up as much as possible.

Got pretty hair? Fake blonde with extensions is better. How many hours a day do you have to spend taking care of it, making sure the bleach doesn’t ruin it, keeping it in shape and styling it. All that effort is a clear sign that your appearance is what matters to you - not your silly career or education.

Got nice firm little titties? Big fake fat tits are always better - ones that Daddy can slap around, manhandle and fuck so he sprays cum all over your face. Breasts that will pop out of every piece of clothing you own and ensure that no-one ever actually looks you in the face because they’re too busy staring at the valley of flesh that tells everyone you’re just a brainless bimbo-whore.

Got a pretty face and nice full lashes? No-one cares - heavy makeup and fake lashes will always be better. Paint yourself up like a good little bitch and look up at all those guys through a thick line of fake hair so that they all know that all you care about is getting on your knees and sucking the cum out of every cock you can find.

Fake shows all you want is to look pretty and get used, fake makes you a bimbo, a fuck-toy, a stupid, vapid little slut who only needs cock, cum, abuse and fucking to make her complete.

All women should be like this.

“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.”

Aren’t my friends pretty Daddy? Their Daddys think that these dresses and heels are too adult for them, but I knew you’d appreciate it. I’ve been showing them how little whores should act, helping them suck lots of thick cock at school, getting fucked in the boys locker room, making sure that...