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Dress Code
By Duane O’Day
Are you ready sweetie? We need to run some errands while Mommy’s still at work. What’s that? Oh, yeah, Mom was really mad at your outfit choice last time.
Why the pouty face Ali? Oh, right. You didn’t pick the outfit you just got in trouble for wearing it. Small price to pay, Baby. Sometimes things between a Daddy and his Baby Girl need to be kept between them. Secrets are fun.
Take off those school clothes, they’re grungy from being worn all day. Your sweat makes stinky grime and your clothes are against your skin.
Good Girl. Good and naked. Stand in front of the sofa on the good rug. Bay windows let in all this glorious sunlight, let’s get a good look at your body. You’re growing so fast there’s something new every single day. It’s hard to believe you’re barely 13. You still have a baby face and chubby cheeks. But your tits are bigger daily. And your butthole looks like you’ve been fingering. You remember Daddy’s advanced potty training for big girls? We trained your back door during Daddy daughter naps.
What’s that? No, Ali, Daddy isn’t going to close the blinds. Why would I ever hide you? You’re Daddy’s favorite blonde even though I hate that short haircut. Your tits are perfect pink balloons on your tight body. A girl like you needs to be shown off. Although, Baby you’re getting a little chubby. You need to work on that. You should want to be perfect for Daddy.
Oh, you don’t like Daddy pointing out your porky little belly? I think I’ll have it pierced to draw attention to it. Navel rings flaunt taught tummies and embarrass the fatties.
(Change perspective)
Actually, I hate my Daddy calling me chubby. He’s blonde and tan like a doll. He has a British accent that I carry faintly. This man has broken my psyche repeatedly throughout my young life. I despise my Daddy.
But I hold still like a brainless bitch while he puts black rubber bands around the bases of my breasts. He puts small, crisp plastic clips on my rubbery nipples. I stomp and pout like an angry child. His big hands are on my shoulders and he’s smirking at my wrathful fit.
Blood gushes into my suffocated udders and my blossoming nipples are painfully held in the clips. Then this motherfucker makes me do jumping jacks.
My bloated knockers are aching and sore from obeying my Daddy. He trained me like a dog to obey him. I don’t mind in private but I’m kind of shy about public stuff. Daddy loves to show me off. His pervert friends have been regulars in our household for years.
Daddy slaps my bound breasts and I scream and breathe in heavy pants. My breasts are swollen and extremely sensitive. I beg Daddy to take the clips and bands off because my titties hurt so bad.
(Change perspective)
And Daddy takes off the bands. Stand with your shoulders together and hands behind your head. Your nipples get flicked because of your begging. Daddy bought you a pretty dress and new heels to wear out. We’re going to pick up Uncle so you can show him how grown up you are. Put it on Ali. Than the heels. Your Daddy’s little trophy to trot around. What’s that? Too short? Nonsense little one. You don’t think. You do what Daddy says. Remember that the really bad things happen when you think. You just look pretty and make that mouth into an O. Remember that Daddy only stays with Mommy because we have these secrets. You’re completely dependent on Daddy.
(Change perspective)
The dress Daddy has me wearing is stretchy, purple-black faux velour. It has long sleeves and it shimmers around my nubile curves. It’s snug around my huge tits and engorged nipples. It really shows my baby belly. I can’t tug it down enough to cover my cunny and my butt is hanging out too.
‘I don’t want to,’
I whimper and start crying. I stare down at the glossy platform heels he’s insisting I wear. It never stops with Daddy. He bought me a sling bikini when I turned 9. I grew up worshipping my Daddy. I just can’t stop but this dress is so short it’s really embarrassing and my pussy is out and my tits are throbbing. When Daddy makes me prance like this the dirty old perverts ask Daddy lots of questions. They admire how my father turned me into an obedient doll.
I hate their comments and hate myself for letting Daddy treat me this way. I cannot help but surrender to his British accent and enormous penis.
‘Please let me wear underwear?’ I whisper.
Oh Daddy, no, that wasn’t back talk, I swear, Daddy please!
And I know I bought it upon myself. Daddy puts me on his lap on the sofa, trousers down. He fuck-creases my new dress against his body. His cock glistens with oil. He pops the bulbous head through my rectum and puts me in my place. His girthy adult penis going up my anus and tapping my bladder is a defining moment.
My butt tries being defiant and shitting out Daddy but he overpowered it and stretched it open. I cannot defend myself from rape. The trauma shudders through me. Daddy has groomed me to be a lurid whore. It’s natural that men force themselves on women. Daddy teaches me naughty things so young.
He spanks me bright red as I ride his horny dick with my anus. My hands are on Daddy’s furry pecs. He’s buried deep in my fudge factory, my tummy bulges. Daddy’s been grooming my butthole for years. I completely squat on his pussy mauling Daddy dick and I squirt everywhere. My peach sized cheeks sit atop his furry old man balls.
I’m so ashamed as his knob goes into my stomach. Daddy works my chubby whore body like a fucking robot.
The realization is as depraved and honest as the lecherous perverts who’ll soon be leering at my bouncy juvenile buttocks. Daddy’s big hands make me arch my back and his Daddy dick pokes my tonsils.
I quiver impaled by my God, my Daddy. I get another swat to my cock separated buttocks and realize what a cock drunk, slap-happy slut. Because my pussy is absolutely flooded while Daddy’s abusively large cock is stuffed up my butt. He has conditioned me as an anal cocksleeve. It’s completely degrading feeling creamy dollops of fuck juice splurting from my shuddering little cunny lips. I hate myself as I begin bouncing on it.
Calling him horsie feels infantile and filthy with his utter control over my mind and body. I squeeze his Daddy dick with the elasticity left in my teenage hole and attempt to milk his load. Daddy loves when my succulent young holes milk out his Daddy pudding.
‘I grind the horsie, Daddy I grind my bottom on horsie until I feel the root, Daddy,’
My butthole ring touches against his pelvis, the entire man-cock taken all the way to the base. I feel Daddy’s boiling pudding rousing in his gigantic ball sacks. Daddy wants to play horsie more. He says I’ve been bickering and sassy. He says I need to learn to be in my place at all times.
Splut! Splut! Splut! My peachy cheeks splash on his balls and I kiss my Daddy with tongue. He loves me and suckles my titty through the dress. He pulls my nipple and I violently sploosh jizzum all over his ballsack. I pee myself like a child and Daddy puts his apish hands around my chubby hip. He works me up and down like a toy.
When he talks to me like a dumb child it turns my pussy into slathering fuck-meat. I’m being sodomized and cumming my gumdrops out bouncing on Daddy’s bloated thickness. I may never walk straight again. He’s ripping me but all I can do is convulse and orgasm like a stupid sock-puppet.
When Daddy finally pulls out, he puts me on my knees. He gushes jizzum all over my humiliated red face and shoots ropes of the shit into my hair. It’s thick and gluey. It splatters on my new dress, all over my punished tits. He mashes it into my hair with his hand and I remember we’re going out.
It’s really slutty but I cum on my knees while he glazes my little girl face. I think of the porn sluts who’ve just turned industry 18. I think of what ages they must have started at to be so accomplished at being whores. Daddy made sure I knew my purpose young, just like those girls. Practiced at chugging dick and taking it up the butt.
I pump his dick with my hands and lovingly lick out his piss slit. It’s tastes like my buttery butthole. I look up at my dominant Daddy, back arched, cum dripping off my face and out my gaped, well used butthole. I twerk and suckle his wrongfully large Daddy penis. I twerk and clean my butt juice off Daddy’s big dick. I lick his salty, cunny smelling ballsack. The scent of man-ass makes my vile pussy leak, Daddy taught me rimming. He taught me worship. Daddy created me with his penis and I owe him devotion. It’s really hard to deepthroat because of the girth. I choke it down with a bulge in my throat while he looks down at me, hands on his hips. He yawns and indicates his watch. He slaps my face with his dick and smiles at my slutty cock welts on my wet nasty face.
I hump his loafer while his penis bitch slaps me. Daddy has programmed me to get off to abuse and humiliation at keynotes of my young life. I’m making a sticky puddle on Daddy’s shoe. I’m a gutter whore at 13 being trained by my incestuous father.
He’s tired of my hole, which makes me really needy and compliant. A dominant man like Daddy deserves more than one slut and I don’t want to bore him. I can be better, Daddy don’t go. I stagger upright in whore platform heels and straighten my dress. Cum soaks the dress around my chubby tits and gives a full view of my whoppers. Cum is in my hair and I eat what I wipe off my slutty cheeks and forehead. My pussy is so fully exposed and openly gushing juice it makes me really nervous about going to Uncle’s house.
(Perspective Change)
As we walk out the front door I loudly say hello to my neighbors. See what I created with discipline and care. A little brainwashed cock-sleeve. It’s terrific weather for April and a number of people from our community are weeding or cleaning out garages. And they all get to see my property. Have a gander at jailbait that puts out. The men toast their beers while the wives whisper. You knew better than to fight back. Now you’re walking to my motorcycle with your juicy pussy flashing all Daddy’s neighbors. It’s cute how you cry realizing walking in platforms is hard do without shaking your pushed up buttocks. This is sheer degradation for Ali. But as we get in the motorcycle with the neighbors smiling appreciatively, Ali gets her cunts most depraved dream.
I lift her up and she straddles the black leather motorcycle seat with her bare cunt, sloshing with fuck-juices from her stern anal pumping. I turn on the bike and it’s shimmy and vibrating as it idles rubs Ali’s puffy whore lips. The neighbors get to watch.
She holds her tits and squeals as her cunny makes frothing bubbles on the seat. Her eyes roll into her skull. I stand aside and watch her completely fall apart, too tiny to kick her legs over the massive bike and the seat is slippery with her copious little bitch slime.
Twerk for the crowd, Ali. Show them what a big girl you are.
(Perspective Change)
Half the community watches my degradation. I’m twerking my cream sloppy buttocks and overflowing young pussy for filthy old men. My anal gape from gorging on cock feels exaggerated and flappy. This isn’t the sort of trauma I can come back from. Daddy has taken all my dignity and I’m shamefully twerk-stripping on a driveway motorcycle. He spanks my ass and the neighborhood jeers. My eyes are dead and my cunt is ejecting sticky plaster. It’s intrinsic how much I cum when Daddy breaks my spirit. I’m worth something to these perverts, not a complete gutter whore. I can suck cock good and ride good with my butt. Daddy has trained me so good.
We travel towards Uncle’s house with a myriad of car horns showing approval for my back of the motorcycle exposure. It’s a giant steely vibrator with a leather seat against my fat young clitty. I savor my exploitation and defeat. I want want Daddy wants. To give Uncle a dirty show and beg for pussy sex.