The Making of Daddy’s Little Cum Slut

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I make a glass of milk and turn all of the lights off. I feel my way to the living room and sit in my favorite recliner. It is 4am and Stephanie is late again; I have no idea where she is and it bothers me. What if my daughter is dead in a ditch somewhere? The idea that someone would do something bad to my little angel scares me, unlike my wife, Miriam. Miriam remains passed out upstairs on sleeping pills. If the house were on fire she wouldn’t even stir. All of a sudden I hear the sound of a car parking in the driveway. I peep out the door window to see who it is. Stephanie stumbles out of the passenger’s side with her heels in her hand. Her hair is disheveled and her blouse is ruffled. She stumbles to the door; it’s an automatic indicator that she’s had too much to drink. Instead of waiting for her to root around her purse for her keys, I open the door quickly and drag her inside. “Where the hell were you? It’s late and you are just coming in? You definitely missed your curfew.” “Daddy, I am 21 years old. I no longer have to adhere to a curfew. Well that is what mom said,” Stephanie slurs as she discards her heels in the doorway. She staggers to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, her stockings have a million tears and her skirt is on backwards. As she bends over to look for something to drink I see that she is missing her panties. I go to the fridge and close the door; before she can eat my food I deserve an explanation.”What the fuck happened to you Stephanie? You are istanbul travesti a complete mess.” I try to look her in the eyes but she just staggers over to the cookie jar and takes a handful of sugar cookies. I tilt my head and furrow my eyebrows. She usually hates her mother’s cookies. She looks at me and I can tell she knows what I’m thinking.”I know, I know. These cookies usually taste like shit. But I need to get the taste of three Spanish cocks out my mouth.” Stephanie grabs the entire jar and sits at the kitchen table. She gobbles down the rest of the cookies in her hand and starts to dig in the jar for another handful. I just stand there in shock at what she just told me. “Wait, what the fuck did you just say?” “I said I needed to get the taste of cock breath out of my mouth. You’re all on my case so I can’t even go to the bathroom to brush my teeth,” Stephanie says. “What exactly happened tonight Stephanie?” I say, my concern growing. My little angel comes home and it looks like she went through something no woman should. “I went to a Frat party on campus with Mindy. It was kind of boring because the guys were doing all of this gay shit. So we went to Las Blusas for a drink. While we were there we met these hot guys. They were so gorgeous, all of them had these little dragon tattoos on their necks!” A gleam of excitement flashes into her eyes at her last statement. “Wait, you hung out with gang members?” Anger starts to rise and my face istanbul travestileri reddens. “Dad, that is an incredibly racist thing to say! All Spanish guys with tattoos are not gang members,” Stephanie says. This girl is really defending a bunch of strangers? “Anyway the guys were buying us drinks and telling us about their jobs as club promoters. Mindy was a total prom queen and passed out after a beer and a shot of tequila. I was super pissed and the guys didn’t know what to do. “What do we do with her? Should we call a cab and let you guys go?’ The tall one asked. “Fuck that bitch, I cannot stand her she talks too much. Wanna get out of here?” You can imagine what happened after that Daddy.” “No, tell me,” I say, I can feel my cock stir in anticipation of her story. “We rented a motel room. We had some more beers and I got on my knees and began to blow the tall one. The muscular one started to get hard and came over. I started to stroke his cock. The short guy just sat on the edge of the bed and started to jerk off. It was so hot to have him just sit there and watch us. Then he stopped and ushered me to the bed. I watched the two other guys put on condoms as I spread my legs and rubbed my soaking wet pussy. The muscular guy made me suck his throbbing hard cock through the condom. The tall one went behind me and moved my hand from my wet pussy. He gave me a long slow lick and then another until my clit was throbbing and anticipating a good travesti fuck. You get the rest don’t you?” Stephanie smirks. She shoves another cookie in her mouth and gets up to put the jar away. “Did you at least remember their names?” I ask, disappointed. The innocent image of my angel now shattered and the idea of her being a common whore settles in. She is not my daughter anymore, she is just some slut who fucks anyone that buys her a drink. “Not really, come to think of it I never even asked; oh well maybe its for the best.” Stephanie is so passive about the situation it frustrates me. What makes me more angry is that my cock has become rock hard from her story. Stephanie heads to the kitchen door, clearly to go take a shower and get some sleep. But that is not going to happen tonight. I spent hour after hour waiting for her, time which I could have spent sleeping or doing something more constructive. That little bitch owes me. I grab her by her arm and force her to sit down in the kitchen chair. I hold her face between my forefinger and thumb. Her ruby red lipstick is smeared and her lips are puffy, confirmation that her story is true. “You want to be a little slut, well you are going to be my little slut,” I say through gritted teeth. “Daddy, I do not want to be -” “Well you should have thought about that before you fucked those three Cholos, you little bitch,” I interjected. I slide the waist line of my pajama pants to my knees. “Suck that cock, NOW!” I can see slight hesitation in her blue eyes. “You want your poor mother to know how much of a nasty bitch you have become?” Stephanie adores her mother and always tries to seek her approval. If Miriam finds out what she did tonight it will break her heart. I stroke my cock until I can see the veins pulsate.

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