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Getting all dressed up and slutty-looking in front of her mirror, a girl is surprised when her Daddy comes home early from work and catches her, and he decides to teach her a lesson about what happens to little girls who choose to dress like whores.

I stood biting my lip, staring myself up and down in the mirror, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. It made me feel so naughty, so dirty, getting all dressed up like this! A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine, counterpoint to the wet heat between my thighs. I'd been dreaming of this. A whole summer of babysitting, to finally afford every last piece. But it was perfect! The gorgeous, ruby-red heels, a perfect match to the whorish shade on my full, pouty lips. The smoky eye shadow, and long, fake lashes. The slinky black stockings, held up by the garters cinched tight around my slender upper thighs, the silvery, heart-shaped fastenings cool against my skin. The tiny black thong, barely enough to cover my freshly shaved little lips, and transparent enough to show the undeniable flush of my arousal within. And the bra... my God, the bra! If you could even call it that. Far too tight on purpose for my firm, D-cup boobs, and the same see-through fabric as the thong. A tiny strip at the sides and underneath, to lift and squeeze. Then a gap, revealing a wide expanse of pale white under-boob, before another strip arching gracefully across the center of my curves, just barely wide enough to cover my pointy, pink nipples. I looked like I was about to explode right out of the thing, every breath making them heave on my chest, the rhythmic pressure making me tingle.

I ran my hands up and down my sides, over my breasts, into my long, wavy blonde hair, messing it and letting it fall around my shoulders, accenting my... my tits! I trembled at thinking such a dirty word about myself. But that's what they were. Dressed up like this... I was no longer shy, timid Serenity. The girl who always sat at the back of the class, hiding her figure under baggy black hoodies, trying her best to disappear. The girl who'd never had a boyfriend, who'd never even been kissed. No... I was Rennie, now. My secret alter ego. The girl I'd always dreamed of being, late at night, with my face buried into my pillow to stay quiet as I furiously masturbated myself between my thighs. Rennie didn't have boobs, and a butt... she had tits, and an ass! Not a kitty... but a pussy! Maybe even a... no. No, I couldn't go quite that far, not even in my own mind. Not that word. But I had tits, and a pussy, and an ass! I turned to the side a little, to see... I still wasn't very solid on them yet, but with my sexy new five-inch heels lifting me up, my stockings accentuating the slender curves of my calves, and thighs... my God, was that ever a cute, round little ass!

I reached back, giving myself a testing little spank. Yelping, blushing, and giggling to myself as I watched the firm flesh bouncing under the impact of my hand. Rennie was such a dirty little slut... and I loved it! I loved every second of it, being this amazing, sexy girl, who I could never, ever be for real! But here, hidden away in the privacy of my room while Daddy was safely at work... I could pretend. For just a moment, I could be the girl I always wished I was. I bit my lip a little bit harder, staring deeper into the mirror. My hands slowly travelled my body, as if acquiring a life of their own. One, to my full, heavy breast. My tit. Lifting, squeezing. My narrow fingers digging deep furrows into my softly yielding flesh, making me moan. My other going lower, and lower. A single fingertip tracing up and down, the silky fabric feeling like a hot breath between my lips, making me tremble at my knees. If the boys at school could only see me now... I blushed harder, shaking my head at the thought. I could never! Not even if one of them actually wanted to date me. I could never let anyone see this side of myself! I just couldn't!

A sudden knocking at my door! Opening without waiting for a response!

“Sweetie, I... oh my God!” I spun, nearly losing my footing on my unsteady heels. Daddy, home early from work!

“Daddy, no! Get out!” I squealed as I met the shock in his eyes, one arm flashing across my chest to hide my boobs, my other hand covering myself between my thighs.

“What the fuck do you think you're wearing?” he demanded.

“I...” I cowered, tears of shame and fear welling in my eyes. Daddy never swore! He especially never swore at me!

“Did your mother buy you that?” he demanded. A lifeline... I could blame her. Ever since the divorce, they hardly ever spoke. That could work! But...

“My babysitting money...” I sheepishly admitted. I couldn't lie. Even if I got away with it in the short term, I knew the truth would come out eventually. And then it would be even worse, because I'd lied.

“And you spent it on... that?” he snarled, gesturing at me contemptuously. All I could do was nod. With my arms hiding my shame, I couldn't even wipe away my tears.

“Take it off!” he ordered. “No daughter of mine is going to dress like a whore! Take it off right now!”

“Daddy, no!” I gasped, my eyes widening in shock as I reflexively took a half-step away from him. He couldn't really mean that! He couldn't expect me to just take it off, not with him right there watching me! My outfit may not have been hiding much... but at least I wasn't actually naked in front of him!

“No?” he snarled, angrily striding towards me, and I gasped in pain as his hand tightened around my upper arm. He yanked me forwards, spinning me and pushing me. He was so strong, and I was so unsteady on my heels, there was nothing I could do—I fell onto my front on the side of my bed, my legs still hanging out over the edge. I'd barely stopped bouncing when his hand impacted my flesh, so much harder than the small, testing spank I'd given myself! I screamed, trying to push myself up, but his other hand was on the small of my back now, easily pinning me down.

“I'll teach you to say 'no' to me!” he growled, spanking me again. And again. And again. And I screamed, and howled, and cried, my feet uselessly kicking in my pretty, sexy red heels, the tiny string of my thong running up the crack of my ass providing not an ounce of protection against his hand. My entire childhood, I could only remember one time that Daddy had ever spanked me. I'd been really little, maybe five, maybe less. I'd heard the ice cream truck outside, and without waiting for him or Mom I'd opened the front door all on my own, and had rushed out into the yard. He'd barely caught me before I made it all the way out into the street. That had earned me a spanking. But although I'd thought at the time that my world had been ending, that my Daddy was angry at me, that he didn't love me anymore... it had only lasted moments, before he'd cuddled me to his chest, and explained how badly I'd scared him, and that he'd needed to teach me to never, ever do that again! It had been my first real experience with shock and pain... but it had been nothing at all like this! This was vicious! This was cruel! Already my little round butt was burning with the pain of it, and still he just kept spanking me, over and over again, as I screamed and sobbed into my covers.

“You want to dress like a whore?” he snapped. “Then I'm going to teach you what it's like to be treated like one!”

I didn't understand what he meant. I was still too wrapped up in the painful stinging in my butt. But suddenly he was gripping my thong at the waist, yanking it down to my knees. I gasped, squirming to get away, reaching back to try to cover myself—I didn't want him to see me there! But then I felt it. So hot... so thick! And suddenly, I understood!

“Daddy, no!” I squealed. “You can't! I'm your daughter!”

“Are you?” he growled, grabbing my wrists and pinning them at the small of my back with one hand. “Because dressed like this, I don't see my sweet, obedient Serenity. All I see is a dirty little whore, offering herself up for any man who wants to take her!”

He pushed. There was nothing I could do to stop him. Not a single thing. I screamed, I cried, I begged... but in it went. My own father's huge, thick cock, forcing its way inside me. Robbing me of my virginity... Raping me!

God, it hurt! He was so big, and hard, and thick! But it was the humiliation, and the shame of it, that hurt the worst. Knowing that I deserved this, for dressing up like such a little slut. Knowing that I'd brought this on myself.

But worst of all, worse than the pain, or even the shame... was the pleasure. I tried to fight it, I didn't want my own Daddy to make me feel that way! But my poor, treacherous little pussy was proving to have a mind of her own. I was squelching audibly as he thrust inside me, which in other circumstances would have been enough to make me die of embarrassment all on its own. If only that had been all... but as the heat and pressure started to build, I just couldn't stop myself. Even biting my lip to try holding it in... I started to moan.

“You like that, you little slut?” he demanded. “You like getting fucked by your father's cock?” But he didn't wait for an answer—he spanked me again, instead! I yelped in surprise and pain, my entire body tensing up... and God help me if it didn't feel amazing, feeling my tight, wet little pussy clenching around Daddy's cock!

He let go of my hands, then; I guess he was no longer worried about me trying to get away. He gathered up my hair, instead, pulling it hard with one hand. While the other... slid under my chest, clutching with bruising force on my breast!

It was more than I could take. Feeling his big, strong hand crushing my sensitive tit, his huge, thick cock pounding deep up inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my poor, defenseless little clit... I started to keen, wincing my eyes, desperately trying to hold back. Praying. Not this... please, God... anything but this!

“Do it, you little whore!” Daddy commanded. “Cum on Daddy's cock!”

He tightened his grip, in my hair and on my breast, slamming into me the hardest he'd done yet. And... he broke me. I screamed, twisting and thrashing, as the strongest orgasm I'd ever had tore through me. On and on and on it went, the continuous thrusting of his cock lifting me to heights I'd never imagined! Always before, when I'd gotten myself off in bed late at night, I'd stopped only a few seconds after the orgasm hit me, unable to stand the sensitivity any longer than that. But Daddy... Daddy didn't care. He just kept on doing me, forcing me to cum for him more and more. Never letting up, not even when I begged.

By the time it finally faded, I could hardly summon the strength to lift my head. Not that I needed to, with the way Daddy was still pulling my hair. Maybe I should say, I could barely move my limbs. Daddy clearly didn't care, if he even noticed at all. All he needed was my pussy, and she was squelching away louder than ever, happy as could be, whatever I might have thought about it!

“Take it, you little whore! Take Daddy's cum!” he was suddenly grunting, slamming in deep and hard, making me gasp with the force of it! I'd had no warning! None at all! But I could feel it. The huge, bursting heat of it, flooding into me...

I started cumming again. I didn't think that was even possible, so soon after my last one! But that huge, molten glow, filling me in my most secret, special place... it no longer mattered that it was my own Daddy doing it to me. Having him cum in me... it short-circuited my brain, my needy, greedy womb completely taking over, rejoicing at finally receiving what she craved!

Daddy collapsed on top of me as he finished, barely able to stop himself from crushing me. Mine lasted longer, endless tremors of pleasure making me tremble beneath him as he squeezed me tight, panting at the side of my neck.

“Are you okay, baby?” he finally asked, leaning in to softly kiss my cheek. “I didn't take it too far, did I?”

“It was perfect, Daddy!” I purred, sleepy now with the aftereffects of such a wonderful pair of orgasms he'd given me. “It was just like how I dreamed it would be!”

“Okay, good!” he chuckled with relief, kissing me again. “I know you always have your safeword, if it ever gets out of hand... but you had me a little bit worried there, when you actually started crying.”

“No... I just lost myself in the roleplay a little, is all,” I giggled shyly. “You know how I get carried away with it sometimes.”

“I do... and I love that about you!” he grinned. “But are you sure I didn't hurt you?”

“Well... maybe a little,” I giggled again, reluctantly admitting the truth. The spanking was no big deal, I loved the way I got all pink and tingly after his spankings! But my insides... I was going to be tender for a day or two, that was for sure! “You're not exactly small, you know! And you can really slam it in deep in this position! But... that's why I was so particular about how I wanted you to do me this time. I wanted the fantasy of you really raping me, not just having sex. Having you pin me down, and making it hurt a little, and having you call me a whore... I know it isn't easy for you, calling me names. But it all just made it easier for me to lose myself in the fantasy, just like I wanted! But you know I'd tell you, if you ever started hurting me more than I wanted you to!”

“You'd better!” he grinned, nipping playfully at my earlobe, making me squeal. “Shower time? This hot little pussy of yours really made me make a mess! This outfit looks even more amazing on you than I imagined it would, and I'd hate to ruin it on our first time trying it out.”

“In a minute, Daddy?” I blushed. “I... kinda just want to lay here underneath you for a little longer, first.”

“Anything you want, Rennie-baby,” he kissed me again, squeezing me a little tighter. “Always!”

God, I loved it when he called me that! Daddy was the only one who knew the real me. The secret me! Six months since that first, fateful night together... and I could still hardly believe how lucky I was, that he'd responded the way he had when I'd finally worked up the courage to confess my desires. And every day since was somehow even better than the last! So what if it was a little bit complicated, with him being my Dad? I'd seen how hard it was for my girlfriends, trying to find boys who wanted them for more than just their bodies. But I was Daddy's baby girl! He loved me, through and through, with his entire being! Just the same as I loved him.

And complicated or not, now that he and Mom were divorced, and I finally had him all to myself... I was never, ever going to let him get away! He was mine, and I was his! If anybody had a problem with that, then they could go straight to hell, for all I cared! Daddy and I loved each other. That was the only thing that mattered!

Well... that, and figuring out how I was going to convince him to let me go off my birth control, so he could finally knock me up for real! Soon, I promised myself, giggling at the way Daddy was nibbling on my earlobe as we cuddled, his big, thick cock still lodged deeply up inside of me. But that was a problem for another day.

For now, laying there half-way out of bed, with my tight, wet little pussy fully impaled on my Daddy's huge, amazing cock, the sticky heat of his cum oozing deeper and deeper into my womb... I was the happiest girl on Earth! I didn't care of it was illegal, or wrong... I was Daddy's good little girl! His obedient little fuck-doll, always! And I was never going to let anything, or anyone, get in our way!

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