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Archive name: hallow14.txt (M+g, inc, ped)
Authors name: Pedro Vila (pedrovila@mailandnews.com)
Story title : My Daughters Costume
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My Daughters Costume (M+g, inc, ped)
Pedro Vila (pedrovila@mailandnews.com)
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My little girl wanted to dress up like a movie star for
Halloween. I suggested Julia Roberts and I helped her
decide that the most famous one was "Pretty Woman".
I've been trying to get my nine year old to dress sexy
for years, since she was six. Some days she would drive
me out of my skull just to look at her with make up and a
slinky dress.
It's sad that a daddy finds his own little girl sexier
then anyone else in the whole world, but that was where I
was. No wife, no girlfriend, no lust for anyone but my
Bridget. I wasn't fucking her, I tried to hold off on
that. But we were well into the necking stage.
She didn't really understand fucking yet.
I had planned on fucking her solo soon, but I ended up
with a gangbang for her that Halloween.
Now, the hard part was making a 'Pretty Woman' hooker
outfit like from the movie. For some reason, clothes like
that just aren't made for pre-teen girls. But I was
familiar with this problem from experience and have
become quite good with a sewing machine. Nothing's too
good for Bridget.
The high boots were harder to solve though, and we ended
up with some child's white cowgirl boots instead. It
worked for me. October was getting cold though and she
had a faux fur coat that could have been right there with
any streetwalker.
I had a small circle of friends who wanted to be there
for her deflowering. In fact, they were willing to pay to
be there and watch us! They have come over a few times to
watch her 'model' some of her riskier outfits. Bridget
wasn't in short supply of 'uncles'. It was the suggestion
that if one was willing to pay to watch her become a
woman, how much money would I accept to let one join in?
Hmmmmm. You never know until you get there.
So arrangements were made for her very special night,
with only one problem. It was all play for Bridget. Sure,
she loved the attention, but sex wasn't even on her
radar. I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her to be into
it.
I should have waited until she was ready. Instead, I gave
her a valium. Just as we started to trick or treat. It
was Mrs. Clark's face at the first house that told me I
should have given it to her before we left. That was NOT
an appropriate costume for a child, I was told.
Bridget was hurt. She didn't understand what the problem
was. So I drove her to a better neighborhood. Where her
uncle's could better appreciate her. She was pretty loopy
when we got there. Drugged and relaxed.
She didn't even care when I removed her little panties.
Three men opened the door and they almost fought each
other to be the first to invite her in. Bridget giggled
and stumble blithely in, unaware of the intensity of
everyone there. She was aware of all the comments of how
beautiful she was and she strutted with pleasure.
She was so loose that she kissed me back fully in front
of everyone. I kissed and rubbed her back and she somehow
seemed to loosen up more. I worked carefully to get her
in the right mood. Her body became more drugged and she
was almost sleepwalking by then.
Then I was given a lot of money and told that it was
time. Oh, yes. Was it ever!
I laid my little girl down on the floor and nuzzled my
face slowly down her half naked body; smelling, kissing,
and tasting her sweet essence. I took my time, teasing
myself as well as our tense audience. I toyed with them
as well. I lifted my head and moaned suddenly and
everyone drew a breath and almost fell over themselves.
"Fucker." somebody said with a smile.
"Fuck her? You want me to fuck her now?" I teased.
"YES!!" they all said at once.
I nuzzled my sweetest spot on her body and tasted my
Bridget's most personal place. To my surprise, she was
wet. I drank from my own child and almost came in my
trousers.
I couldn't wait any longer. I had her right there on the
floor. Gently in, gently through, gently deep, and
cumming hard instantly. Bridget opened her eyes a bit and
moaned with a smile. She twisted her body like a cat
stretching and it was apparent to all of us that she
wouldn't mind more.
I looked up to her waiting uncle's. They were pleading to
me with their eyes that the highest bidder would be next.
It was everything he had.
Bridget twisted and turned and moaned all night long in
her dreamlike state. I had never watched anything more
beautiful in my life than to see my daughter being taken
by all of her uncle's. I joined in of course.
Somewhere in the night, her costume came off and we
passed her around like a rag doll, kissing and feeling
her wonderfully small body as we explored her most
intimate places. But the most surprising part was at
least a few time, it looked and sounded like she actually
came too.
But we knew it had to end when it started to look painful
to her. The drug was wearing off finally. Time to take
her home.
I left with her trick or treat bag full and washed her
before putting her to bed.
She slept in until noon and seemed weary as she slumped
out of her room to the kitchen where I was doing some
home accounting.
"Are you okay? You look beat." I said.
"Uh huh." she mumbled. She looked around, a little
confused. "I don't remember anything."
"Really? You had a great time. We went to a Halloween
party and you had a ball." I smiled cheerfully.
"Oh. I think I remember." She looked at the bag on the
table. "Is that my candy?"
I shook my head, still smiling. " No, silly. You candy's
on the floor there where you left it." I pointed to a
large bag near the front door where her Pretty woman
costume was also laying. She shuffled over to it.
"Wow! That's a lot of candy!" she said.
I smiled. "Your costume was a hit with everybody." I went
back to counting twenty and hundred dollar bills. I had
stacks of them and the bag on the table was still half
full.
It's funny what a hooker outfit can get you.
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