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Waiting
by PetShelly (petshellyiso@hotmail.com)

***

A father trains his young daughter to be his toy. (Mf, 
ped, inc)

***

I was waiting. Again. He usually came late, if he came 
at all. When the house was dark. When my mother was 
asleep.

The door to my room would ease open quietly and there 
he'd be. "And how is my naughty, little bitch?" he 
would usually ask as he walked into my room.

My room was far away from my parents. I often wondered 
if he had planned it that way when they chose the 
house. Did he pick a layout where his daughter's room 
would be isolated because he knew he would be visiting 
her there and he wouldn't want his wife to hear? Just 
when did the plan start? When did he begin thinking 
about using his little girl as a fuck toy? When did he 
decide that he was going to train her to fulfill his 
fantasies, to make her his little cocksucker?

Where does grooming end and seduction begin? Where was 
the line and when was it crossed? Was it crossed during 
the baths that Daddy gave me, the long lap cuddles, the 
lingering spankings that were always followed by pats 
and kisses?

I'd say the line had been crossed by the time Daddy 
taught me how big girls kissed. He nibbled my lips, 
licked them till they opened, slipped his tongue inside 
of me to teach me the world's oldest duel. It had been 
crossed by the day Daddy gave me a spanking and, in 
between smacks of his palm, mentioned that some people 
found pleasure in pain and he wondered if I was the 
kind of girl that felt good when she felt bad. The line 
was far in the past when he opened my legs and checked 
to see if I was wet, if I was enjoying my punishment.

Daddy decided that I was to have a unique education and 
he was to be my teacher. I learned how to suck his cock 
the way he liked, when he liked, and to never tell him 
'No'. I don't remember it ever occurring to me to tell 
him 'No'. He taught me to find pleasure in pain. I 
learned to be a combination baby girl-pint-sized Bitch 
Goddess. A combination of waiting servant and demanding 
slut.

I was available whenever he wanted me. Usually he came 
to me at night. He came almost every night but he would 
also use me in the mornings. He loved to send me off to 
school smelling of him. I'd dress in my private school 
uniform ("Only the best for my baby!", though I 
suspected he chose the school by how appealing he found 
the plaid-skirted uniform) and, while my Mother warmed 
up the car or packed my lunch, he would bend me over a 
chair or set me on a counter and fuck me hard until I 
was bruised and full of his cum. Those times usually 
didn't take very long. I guess the thought of how 
reckless he was being was enough to make him cum 
quickly.

Sometimes we would only be in a room alone for a few 
minutes, could be discovered any second, but I'd see 
his hands go to his zipper, he'd pull out his cock and 
I'd go take him into my mouth without a word being 
said. It wasn't only at home that this would happen. It 
happened at stores when Daddy selected my wardrobe, 
restaurants during Daddy/daughter dinners, and men's 
rooms where he hoped someone would come in and see him 
with his cock in his daughter's mouth.

Daddy decorated my bedroom for me. He chose furniture 
that would suit his purposes; a frilly canopied bed, a 
chaise, and a dressing table were some of his favorite 
pieces. Everything in the room had been used to give 
him pleasure.

I have come to crave his visits. I lie in my bed, 
waiting for him, hoping that what he sees when he opens 
the door will be irresistible to him, will shock and 
thrill him, and make him want me more than ever.

Tonight, when he opened my door, I was lying on my back 
in a baby doll nightgown, my hair in beribboned braids, 
my knees in the air, spread wide, with my hairless cunt 
facing the door. And in my cunt was one of the many 
dildos he has brought me. Pushed deep inside of me. 
Filling me up.

"How is my naughty, little bitch? Oh…my bitch is full."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Have you missed your Daddy?"

"Yes, Sir."

He sits on the edge of my bed and runs his hand down 
the inside of my thigh till he reaches the base of the 
fake cock sticking out of me. Looking into my eyes, he 
wraps his hand around the base and starts fucking me 
with the cock, slowly and deliberately at first, 
picking up speed and force until he's pounding it into 
my pussy with his fist slamming into my clit each time 
he rams it in.

"Is this what you want? Does my little slut need to get 
fucked?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy."

"Take it, baby. Take the cock. Let me see you cum."

As I cum harder and harder, Daddy shrugs off his robe 
and kneels on the bed. He seats the cock deep inside of 
me and wraps one hand around my throat as the other 
rubs his cock over my lips.

"Open up, bitch"

I do and he slides into my mouth and down my throat, 
feeling it from the inside and out as he fucks my 
throat hard. He dumps his cum down my throat and 
collapses on the bed beside me.

"Come sit on my face, baby. I want to taste you." He 
says as he pulls me up to straddle his face, pulling 
out the fake cock so it won't block his way.

It's going to be a long night. And, on the other side 
of the house, my Mother sleeps.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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