Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This is story is is strictly for people over 18 years of age and has strong: Mg, g, inc, ped. ------------------------------------------------------- Please write to me at itssadie2@gmail.com ------------------------------------------------------- I cannot remember a time when daddy was not by my side, caring for me and teaching me how to be a good little girl - to be his `darling lil' ho'. Yes, darling lil' ho ... daddy's pet name for me, and it wasn't until I was much older that I understood its meaning. Looking back, it is clear that my daddy painstakingly groomed me to become his darling lil' ho; my earliest recollections are of daddy lovingly kissing and fondling my innocent body, Of course, at the time I didn't know it was taboo... Mommy is a high powered lawyer who, to this day, works up to 80 hours a week, makes tons of money and frankly, has little time for family life. Growing up, it was daddy who looked after my day to day needs: feeding me, bathing me, dressing me, taking me on outings - all the normal things a parent does. I guess he was the original `Mr Mom', staying home to look after me and all the household chores while my mom earned the big bucks. Established when I was very young, daddy and I had a delightful daily routine that continued until I started school. Our mornings began early so we could have breakfast with mommy and wave her off to work. We would then clear up the kitchen, get dressed, and head out to the park or a few hours of fresh air and exercise with my daddy pushing me in my stroller or, when I was old enough, walking patiently with me as I toddled along on my own two feet. After lunch was nap time, which I always looked forward to because naps were taken with daddy in his big comfy bed. Some of my earliest and fondest memories are of our special nap time: how he would carefully undress me and place me gently on his bed and how I would look up at him with rapt attention, watching as he removed all of his clothing and thinking how big and strong he looked ... my daddy is so handsome! I remember the bed dipping under the weight of his body as he lowered himself down next to me to collect my tiny body in his strong arms and snuggle me against his hard, warm chest. His heartbeat vibrated through me as we lay together, my naked young body draped over his. Daddy would then begin to stroke my entire little body with his fingertips all the while crooning to me in a quiet, sing song voice, telling me what a good girl I was for daddy and that I would always be his darling lil' ho. As he touched me he would name the parts of my body and I would experience thrills and tremors that raised goosebumps over my skin. Daddy's fingers would trail tenderly over my cherubic face and chubby arms, whispering the names of my body parts, over my tender, little titties - giving my nips a special flick or squeeze, then over my belly and my ticklish bellybutton. He would run his fingers down along my plump little legs and footsies, spending time caressing my round little dimpled ass and fingering my tight pink anus, telling me it was his own special ass. Daddy would work his fingers up to my sweet, innocent vulva, naming it all the naughty words that came to mind: cunny, cunt, slut meat, dirty pussy, daddy's cum bucket, etc. He would gently tug on my puffy young labia, those `slutty lips', which he would part to reveal my vagina: daddy's love tunnel, cunt hole, while murmuring how my sweet, virginal cunt will be stretched nice and wide on day, when I am bigger and daddy starts fucking it with his big cock. Daddy would move on to caress my clit, working it until I started cooing with delight and eventually fell asleep, overcome from all the stimulation. As I grew older and nature took its course, I would be so eager to start our `nap time' that I would race daddy to his bed, whip my clothes off and lie down naked with my four year old, tiny tot legs lifted high over my head and spread wide as I held my cute footsies apart in my little hands ... offering my adorable toddler cunny and ass to my darling daddy to violate as he chose. On waking after our afternoon nap, daddy would bathe me. There were so many occasions that I recall waking to find daddy standing over me, having carefully moved me off his chest and onto his bed without waking me up so I could finish my sleep. In my mind's eye I see him grinning and clucking over me, pretending to admonish me for getting all dirty and sticky during my sleep. He would slip and slide a finger over the sticky substance that mysteriously coated my baby torso and nether regions. I would giggle loudly as his finger circled around my flat, pale pink nipples and dip into my belly button before sliding around my front bottom and between the puffy red cleft of labia. Of course, as I grew older and wiser I realized that while I soundly slept, daddy would masturbate as he played with my little body and then finish himself off while I slept, spraying his thick cum onto my naked form. This would become something daddy continued to love doing to me into my teens and beyond (even now I am in my 30s he will use his darling lil' ho as his cum wipe ... and I am always happy to oblige!) When I was older daddy told me that when he was feeling especially lewd he would press the eye of his penis right up against my sweet, innocent, little vag opening to shoot his load right up into my virgin tunnel ... After our naps it was quite obviously necessary to clean up! Bath time with daddy was one of my favorite times and one of my favorite memories of growing up. Daddy would gingerly pick me up, being careful not to get any of his sticky cum on himself, and carry sleepy lil' me into the bathroom to prepare my bath. When there was enough warm water in the bath, daddy would lift me in. When I was old enough, he would instruct me to stand in the water and hold on to the edge of the bath with both hands with my feet placed wide apart while he washed me all over with his big, soapy hands, gliding them all over my (often cum-covered) body. His hands would slide and slither up and down my baby-fat arms, my tiny, flat titties and across my little pot belly typical of all healthy kiddies. He would wash down my legs and, naturally pay close attention to cleaning my chubby bottom and cum covered cunny. His fingers would linger at the tight starfish of my butt hole, tickling and poking and pressing it to make me squirm and laugh, sometimes even dipping the tiniest tip of his little finger into my vulnerable sphincter making me gasp loudly in surprise and wriggle madly in daddy's arms. More often he would slide his little finger up and down the slit between my soapy labia, making me feel all tingly and gooey and then slip the tip of his little finger into my tight, little toddler twat. Of course, it is only natural that Daddy took lots of photos of his darling lil' ho growing up. These tales of my baby and toddler hood come not only from what my daddy has told me but are backed up by the hundreds of pictures that daddy has shown me ... and I gotta tell you, I was a helluva cute kid! I could write a whole story describing the wonderful, dirty and disgusting pictures daddy took of me as I grew up, from a baby to teenager, which he keeps in his special photo album. ------------------------------------------------------- Here's a sample of what is to come if you are interested ... ? ------------------------------------------------------- As a baby I had the rounded, chubby body of a healthy bub, my pale skin almost translucent with a glorious pink glow. My lips already had the prominent, sweet cupid's bow that I am known for now, and they were the same dewy, ruby red color then that makes them look so succulent now. My thick and shiny blond locks were just beginning to grow when I was a baby but the photos clearly show the promise of lush, golden curls. As a toddler, my body was still covered with a healthy layer of fat that made me so cuddly and cute. My hair had grown into a delightful Shirley Temple style although much longer, which is how daddy likes it, and my skin was alabaster white and pure - which is ironic as I have never been `pure', even as a baby. From the age of 7 I grew taller and my body began to slim down. The photos of me in short plaid skirts, short white socks, shiny black Mary Jane shoes and a tight sailor style blouse (daddy loved hentai) are so fucking cute, no wonder men of all ages couldn't help staring at me ... and touching me when daddy let them. Even though I am in my 30's and daddy is in his mid 60's, he still loves to get out my special baby photos for us to look look through together - it turns us both on! I do not have any memory of the photos taken before I was four, so I am always excited and amazed to see myself in so many different lewd scenes with daddy, and I never tire of looking at these outrageous pictures of my degradation. It is evident that daddy used by body for his pleasure from the time mommy went back to work, which means I was about 6 months old. There are many close up photos of my red cherubic lips pressed to the pee hole of daddy's cock and madly sucking it in that most natural of baby reflexes, just as there are many pictures of daddy spreading the tiniest of baby labia lips for the camera to capture the juicy redness of my slit and my surprisingly open cunt hole. Of course I learned that daddy would lube up his little finger and carefully work just the very tip of it into the entrance of my miniature fuck hole to give it a nice gape for the camera. Likewise, where many babies are photographed naked and lying on their tummies on top of a fluffy rug, my pictures have me on my tummy with daddy spreading my butt cheeks apart so the camera has a clear view of my unsullied pink starfish. Later on, when I was older and daddy had time to work on my ass, there are many lurid photos of me with my pacifier buried in my ass, as well as various other baby toys inserted into my young butt hole or cunny ... and in every photo I am smiling or laughing with utter delight. Reflecting my daddy's particular predilections, there are many, many photos taken of me `showing off' in front of other boys or men. Daddy encouraged his darling lil' ho to approach men and boys in the playground or at shopping centers and chat to them, asking them if they thought I was pretty and if they liked my dress or skirt ... and twirling and lifting up the short hem of my garment to `accidentally' display my girly underpants while daddy stood back and observed ... and discretely took photos. Of course, daddy, being daddy, he always made me wear my panties a few sizes too small so they were always creeping up my ass crack and biting into my young, puffy slit to give me (according to the photographs) a prominent camel toe. This also resulted in me constantly needing to dig my panties out of my ass crack or twat in public, much to daddy's delight and that of any other pedo observer. And so I grew up willingly playing the part of daddy's fuck doll, ... his darling lil' ho. ------------------------------------------------------- If you would like more of this story, please write to me; even suggesting what aspect you'd like me to explore in more detail or what else you'd like me to write about. Love Sadie xx itssadie2@gmail.com