("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 41