Dark fantasies are all I have in my head. I was born to be a slave. I am not filled with warm fuzzy thoughts. Daddy told me I was his fuck doll from my earliest memory. He meant it too. He would sneak into my bedroom every night and do very bad things to me. He always swore me to secrecy. Once my mother left us, he put me front and center of his cock. He told me that since he was talking care of me, I had to give back. I had to pay him for clothing me, feeding me and providing me with a roof over my head. All I had to pay him back with was my teen whore body. Daddy sure did like to use and abuse my tiny fuck holes. He pimped me out to his friends too. Flash forward a few decades and I am still looking for love in all the wrong places. I hooked up with Peter last night at a fetish club. He looked and acted like my father. He said he was attracted to me because I looked like I had daddy issues. If he only knew. I went back to his house where about 30 of his friends were waiting for us. He passed me around to his friends just like daddy did. They used all my holes. They fucked my ass and my pussy. They kept telling me what a good bitch I was too. I was super wet even though they weren’t doing a thing to pleasure me. They were hedonistic, only concerned with getting themselves off. I had to call each one of them daddy. By the time they were done, I was a cum filled mess. Oh, how I miss my times with daddy and his friends.
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